The Zombie Book Boy

The son is gluttonous, timid, and has no scheming.

So he rolled his eyes and said, "My name is Bai Jia, what's your name?"

"My name is Pang Zhu." The boy licked his lips, his eyes were still groping around, presumably he was not full.

Bai Jia tore a piece of crispy rice for him and handed it over: "How old are you?"

"After the new year, you will be fourteen." The boy stared at the rice dumpling for a while, then took it reluctantly, but did not stuff it into his mouth.

Seeing this, Bai Jia rummaged through the stove on the other side and found half a can of miso, which smelled good: "Try it"

The crispy rice dipped in sauce is salty and sweet, and tastes good. This time, Pang Zhu didn't look at it anymore, just like that, one ate, one asked, while the bottom of the pot was clean, Bai Jia not only put the boy in front of him After getting all the details, I also got a general understanding of this Pangzhai.Combined with his current situation, he decided to find a way to settle in this high-level courtyard first. Thinking of this, his eyes fell on Pang Zhu involuntarily.

But Pang Zhu was so frightened when he went to the mass grave. After waking up, he still had lingering fears. He fell asleep without eating much, but he always had a big appetite, and then he woke up from hunger, so he went out by himself. Looking for food, I didn’t want to go halfway, but I was cut off by others, I didn’t say I was full, and when I went back, there was another person behind me for no reason, until he lay on the bed, facing the person sleeping on the inside, still dizzy I almost didn't want to understand what was going on.

03

On the 24th of the year, the stove is sacrificed, and jelly bean rice balls are used to connect the stove. When the sky is bright, there is a sweet smell in the cold wind, floating everywhere.

Xiyuan, outside the bedroom of Yusheng Building, the servant leaned against the door and listened, then left again when there was no movement inside. On the boxwood canopy bed, there was a man lying on his back, his eyes open, staring straight at the ceiling. Cirrus moiré on the cover.

Bai Jia was still wandering in the sky, shaking his mind so much, there was a sound of moaning and chirping beside the bed, and a young boy woke up, white and fat, with his nose and eyes crowded together, and he was making a strange appearance, 'Oh, oh Yo' screamed, and rolled onto the bed, making the bed frame creak.

"Why are you sleeping on the floor?" Bai Jia shrank her hands and feet, giving up half of the ground, and her mind returned.

Pang Zhu sniffed, wrapped in the quilt, slumped, his face was flushed, Bai Jia saw that he was wrong, felt his forehead was hot, and quickly got out of bed and went out: "I'll call someone to go out."

As soon as the door opened, the cold wind blew over, the feet that had just stepped out retracted without waiting, twisted his neck to look, saw a cloak hanging on the screen, took it off and put it on, and then walked downstairs.

As soon as he got down to the last step, a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy turned around from the back of the stairs, carrying a food box, with delicate features and crisp speech, he raised his neck and asked, "Hey, who are you?"

Bai Jia replied vaguely: "The newcomer"

In winter, the dawn is late, don't look at it is still gray, but it is getting late, the food I ate last night has long been digested, and I am hungry, Bai Jia reached out to pick up the food box, but the little girl The servant held tight and couldn't get it, so he had no choice but to say: "Your young master has a fever."

"Fever?" The servant was stunned for a moment, his hand naturally loosened, and Bai Jia snatched the food box away.

The boy didn't care too much, his thoughts were all taken away: "What's wrong with my young master?"

From yesterday to now, it is enough for Bai Jia to see clearly that he has devoted himself to the ancient times, and he still speaks the vernacular, but there are some discrepancies, so he speculated for a while, and changed his words: "Your young master has a cold and fever."

This time, the young man understood and was quick to say, "You take care of the young master, I will ask the doctor to go", then turned around and ran away.

Bai Jia stood alone for a while, thinking that the little fat man was sick and couldn't eat anymore, so she didn't go up.Downstairs is a living room with tables, chairs, and benches. The layout is exquisite. Bai Jia sat down without any courtesy. The food box is double-layered. On the bottom floor is a bowl of porridge and two salted eggs. The pickles, porridge and cakes are generous, enough for two people, and they are all hot.

To be honest, in the previous life, Bai Jia grew up eating milk sandwiches, and he rarely drank this thick porridge, so when he took a sip, he realized that, in this cold day, eating this The most comfortable.Bai Jia drank it half full, and then took a pancake and chewed it for a while. The pancake was filled with meat, mixed with chopped green onion, and it was very fragrant.

While eating happily, the servant led a doctor back, followed by another person, a stern-faced old man, not easy to mess with at first glance.As soon as he entered the room, his eyes swished over. Bai Jia stuffed the pancake into his mouth, swallowed it randomly, and followed him upstairs.

As soon as he entered the door, the old man was the first to rush over, shouting: "Master Yuanbao", and his hands were not idle, he pulled the quilt a few times, got the little fat man's head out, fumbled here and there asked: "Where is it uncomfortable?" The old man's face was full of anxiety, which did not seem to be fake.

Pang Zhuxu narrowed his eyes, shouted "Grandpa Xing" in a hoarse voice, and fell silent. The old and the young didn't look like grandparents, but their relationship should be very good.

Bai Jia poked the boy, pouted at the old man, and asked, "Which one is that?"

"It's the criminal in charge, the old man in the house takes care of everything big and small." The servant is quite easy to use, answering every question.

Bai Jia nodded and wrote it down, but thought to himself, this old man is not easy to fool.

In that room, the doctor put his hands on his pulse and squinted his eyes, and sat there for a long time without moving. At first glance, he seemed to be asleep. Just as he thought about it, the criminal manager spoke up, angrily: "Old Yutou, what's the matter?" You can’t stop calling me, right? Leave me alone and pretend.” He said while kicking his foot: “Hurry up and tell me, is there any problem with my Master Yuanbao?”

The doctor opened his eyes and withdrew his hands, and said slowly: "Your temper can't be changed no matter what, your Master Yuanbao is fine, just sweat it out." After finishing speaking, he brushed off the shoe prints on the hem of his clothes He stood up, his movements and tone of voice were like slow motion, it made people feel a toothache, but the servant was clever, and took a step forward to lead the person to the next door to prescribe the medicine.

The criminal manager helped to tuck the corner of the quilt, sat on the bed and looked at it for a while, then got up and went out. When passing by Bai Jia, he didn't look at him directly, but said: "You came back with my Master Yuanbao yesterday. that?"

These words reminded Bai Jia of the criminal manager that the servant said before entering the firewood room. He was afraid that this old man in front of him could determine his whereabouts, so he hurriedly followed, bowing his head respectfully: "Yes." In the previous life, he used to pretend to be obedient and stupid in front of his father, so this movement was very smooth.

"Isn't it in the firewood room? Why are you here?" The criminal manager clapped his hands behind his back and thumped down to the bottom of the building.

Bai Jia's heart was pounding, and her head lowered: "I came here with the young master", choking on those words of Huyou, he was telling the truth, it was indeed the little fat man who led him here yesterday.

The boy sent the doctor away, turned around, handed over the prescription, the criminal manager took it and looked at it roughly, and ordered: "Go get the medicine", after thinking about it, he asked: "Where's the ingot?"

"Today, there are not enough manpower for offering sacrifices to the stove, so I borrowed the front yard to clean it." No matter how many people there are, there will not be enough manpower to sweep the dust at the end of the year.

"Then you run more errands today, so you can take care of the young master." The criminal manager has been busy for the past two days and has almost forgotten the day: "Also, the brazier will not be lit, and I will pour a few more for Mrs. Tang. The young master is covering"

The little fellow responded repeatedly: "Don't worry, Grandpa Xing, you will save money."

The criminal manager nodded in satisfaction, but in the next moment he put on a straight face, and said to Bai Jia, "You were the one who served in the room last night?"

When he heard this, he wanted to settle accounts after the fall, Bai Jiayuan wanted to shake his head, but somehow, his intuition told him that it would be better to be honest, so he replied 'yes'.

The criminal manager glanced at Bai Jia twice, snorted: "Qian'er, take him to Aunt Rui's", then flung his sleeves and left.

When the people walked away, Bai Jia hurriedly asked, "Which one is Aunt Rui?" He always felt a chill on his back and an ominous feeling.

"He's disciplined in the yard," Qian'er looked sympathetic: "He knows how to beat the board."

Bai Jia: "..."

Aunt Rui is a woman in her early forties, tall and thin, with a dark face. When Bai Jia was led over, she saw her admonishing someone, and there were a few servants standing underneath, all huddled like chickens. neck.

A foot away, Qian'er stood still and didn't lean forward, Bai Jia saw that he was chattering, chattering endlessly, and not repeating the pattern, it was really admirable.

A corner outside the Hanging Flower Gate used to be a small flower garden. At this time, the flowers withered and the grass fell, only a few red fish kept in the stone basin were still swimming in circles. Stirring his fingers in, he suddenly heard a voice in his ears: "New here?", so startled that he quickly retracted his hands and bowed his head to stand still.

Qian'er was kind, took a step forward and replied for him: "Grandpa Xing asked to bring it here."

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Rui didn't buy it, so she made a ruthless move: "Go down and get twenty boards first."

Bai Jia was taken aback for a moment, what's going on, why are you going to fight?Turning his head to look at Qian'er, Qian'er blinked at him twice, but said: "I'll go and see if the medicine has been caught, I'll go first", and then disappeared in a flash.

This disrespectful person just praised him for nothing.

Having lived for 26 years in the previous life, being beaten or something, it was too bad for her. Bai Jia had no choice but to ask boldly, "Why should I be punished?"

Aunt Rui raised her eyebrows without getting angry, she just asked, "What are you wearing?"

Bai Jia looked down, and saw that it was the cloak he was holding casually, with a white background and silver embroidery, and a high-quality satin surface. Among this group of servants in coarse linen, he was really eye-catching. Thinking about his current identity, he also knew what was wrong. Busy solution down.

It's just that he didn't fail to do so, just listen to Aunt Rui continue