The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 3

"Ding, the system detected an error and is being repaired."

"Ding, the killing conditions are not met, and the reward is being withdrawn."

"Ding, the reward recovery failed, the system started the self-destruct program..."

……

Zhao Yu felt like he had a very long dream.

In his dream, he felt as if he was in a blacksmith shop, and the ding ding ding sound almost drove him crazy.

Finally, an earth-shattering roar woke him up completely.

Zhao Yu opened his eyes and looked around blankly,

"My lord, are you awake?"

At this time, the little maid serving at the side saw Zhao Yu opened his eyes, and immediately stepped forward and called softly.

"Huan'er?"

Looking at the pretty little maid in front of him, Zhao Yu said subconsciously.

"It's me, my lord. Are you feeling better?"

The little maid Huan'er stepped forward and asked softly.

"I... hiss!"

Just as Zhao Yu wanted to get up, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulders.

"Lord be careful!"

Seeing Zhao Yu grinning in pain, Huan'er immediately stepped forward, helped Zhao Yu lie down, and said softly: "The doctor said, although your injury is not fatal, it also hurts your muscles and bones and needs to be cultivated."

Outside the Chengtian Gate, the court, assassins...

Zhao Yu lay on the bed, and the memory in his mind gradually became clear.

What the hell, it's all my fault that my little wit didn't understand.

Originally, I thought that under the circumstances at that time, the big brother would be safer around me, who would have thought that the stray dog ​​would even cheat his own people!
system? !
Zhao Yu suddenly realized that when he was fainting, he seemed to hear the system's prompt.

And during the past few days in a coma, many messy reminders appeared one after another.

Zhao Yu frowned slightly, he seemed to remember what the system said at the end... self-destruct!
"I rely on!!"

Ignoring the severe pain from his shoulder, Zhao Yu sat up abruptly.

"My lord, be careful..."

Looking at Zhao Yu who got up suddenly, Huan'er beside him was startled.

"It's okay, you go down first!"

Zhao Yu waved his hand, signaling Huan'er to leave.

Although this little maid was worried about Zhao Yu's health, but after all the master had spoken, she had no choice but to leave.

"system?"

"Goldfinger?"

"Dad, can we not make this joke?"

……

Called several times, no response at all.

It seems that those voices in the coma before were not hallucinations, the system has indeed self-destructed.

These days, time travel is not uncommon, but the strange thing is that not only does the golden finger account have no benefits, but it also has a hell-level activation task.

That's all, this f*cking guy hasn't even seen a splash, so he's self-destructing!
Looking at the countless traversers, Zhao Yu just wanted to ask a question.

"Who can be as miserable as me~~"

boom!
Zhao Yu fell straight on the bed with a look of lovelessness on his face.

……

More than two months have passed in a flash, and the injury on Zhao Yu's shoulder has almost healed.

After more than two months of buffering, Zhao Yu also gradually accepted the fact that he was naked.

Fortunately, in the previous life, I was just a dick who had to struggle for several lifetimes even to use the toilet, but after transmigrating, although I have no martial arts foundation, I don't have any golden fingers.

But I still have a small but elegant courtyard house in the capital. There are more than 3000 taels of silver in Hengtai Bank, and there are two little maids who can serve people by my side.

Wearing the tiger skin of Xichang on his body, he is still a fifth-rank inspector, and this family confiscator has a lot of money.

Compared with before time-traveling, the current life is something Zhao Yuba couldn't cultivate in all his lifetimes!
What bike do you want? !
After figuring it out, Zhao Yu's mood eased a lot.

Although with his status as Xichang, as long as he leaves the capital, many people will want to take his head off.

But for a top otaku like Zhao Yu, in the previous life, he lived in a small rental house and was short of food and drink, and he could last for a month.
Such a big capital city, with food and drink, and little maids waiting on it, is enough to make Zhao Yu, a lazy slob, ignore poetry and distant places.

"grown ups……"

While Zhao Yu was enlightening himself in the courtyard, Huan'er led a group of people into the courtyard.

According to the rules, when visitors come to the door, they must first be informed by the servants. Even if the emperor issued an imperial edict, some eunuchs would come to the door in advance to order.

But the group of people behind Huan'er broke in without any scruples!
the reason is simple……

The leader is none other than the head of the Xichang stall!

"Subordinates refer to the big stall!"

Zhao Yu walked quickly to the front of the big stall and bowed to pay respects.

"Zhao Baihu doesn't need to be too polite. Our family came here to deliver the driving letter to Zhao Baihu personally under the order of the governor!"

The boss waved his hand, and then took a driving ticket from the side servant.

"Copy Guo An's house?"

Zhao Yu opened the driving post, it was stamped with the seal of the governor of Xichang, and the content was clearly written, asking Zhao Yu to lead the inspection of Xichang to search the house of Guo An, the servant of the household department.

"good."

Da Taitou nodded, then waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to avoid him.

Zhao Yu also waved his hands at the two servant girls, signaling them to back down.

After everyone left the courtyard, the boss came up to Zhao Yu and whispered, "Zhao Baihu, do you know what crime Guo An was beheaded for?"

"Privately changing the salt tax account, corrupting ink and tax money."

Although Zhao Yu didn't understand why Da Taitou said that, he still honestly told what he knew.

"This is one of..."

Da Taitou continued: "We found out through Xichang's eyes and ears that this Guo An's grandfather was an important minister of the former dynasty, and he had privately kept a demon book of the former dynasty, so the governor asked me to deliver the driving invitation in person, do you understand? "

"This subordinate understands that when this demon book is copied out, it will be handed over to you personally!"

Zhao Yu nodded, of course he understands the meaning behind what the boss said.

"Very good. After this matter is completed, I will speak to the governor. It just so happens that our West Factory still lacks a position to inspect thousands of households..."

"what?!"

Zhao Yu didn't think it was a big deal before, but when the boss said the last sentence, Zhao Yu suddenly felt excited.

Check thousands of households?

I can thank you eight generations of ancestors...

If this is the case, Du Gong and his old man will never even think about seeing that demon book in his life!

Looking at Zhao Yu's expression, the boss thought this guy was excited.

After all, no one would refuse such a thing as being promoted and getting rich!

Who would have thought that the first ambition of this calf's rebirth was never to be promoted?
From Zhao Yu's point of view, without that thing, what's the use of even being able to achieve the palm seal of the Supervisor of Rituals?

The big stall patted Zhao Yu's shoulder, and after giving Zhao Yu an encouraging look, he turned around and led his followers out of the compound.

"grown ups……"

After the big stall left, the two maids came together in front of the courtyard, seeing Zhao Yu's expression was a little strange, Huan'er called out tentatively.

"Huan'er, going to the warehouse will...huh?!"

Halfway through Zhao Yu's words, his eyes suddenly widened, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"You two go down first, no one is allowed to come in without my permission!"

Zhao Yu walked quickly to the bedroom, and before closing the door, he specially instructed the two servant girls.

Huan'er and Rou'er didn't know why, but they didn't dare to disobey Zhao Yu's words.

Zhao Yu, who closed the door, was so excited that his voice trembled a little.

"storehouse……"

When Zhao Yu just called out these two words, a palm-sized virtual frame popped up in front of him, with twelve blocks on it.

In the first block above, there is a book full of colorful light.

Concentrating on the first block, all the information of this book appeared in front of Zhao Yu's eyes.

[Putting Yin Legs]: Martial skills are bound to the system, cannot be taught, cannot be traded, cannot be discarded, cannot be dodged, ignores defense, hits with paralyzing effect...

(End of this chapter)