The Zombie Book Boy

clothing"

Bai Jia took it and untied it. Inside were two winter clothes, shoes and socks, a bulging bag. He was overjoyed, and had a better impression of the young man in front of him with his head buried and unable to see his face clearly.

"Is it a spindle?" Bai Jia guessed, thinking of another servant who hadn't shown up yet.

Spindle still kept his head buried, and only let out a low 'hmm'.

"Did you pick it up for me?" After taking a shower for half a day, he hadn't thought about the fact that he had no clothes to wear, and the package in front of him was delivered to his heart.

"By the way!"

Bai Jia: "..."

It was cold in winter, and the water was so cold that it was impossible to take a bath. As soon as the spindle left, Bai Jia wiped off the water, put on her clothes and came out.There is a screen at the back of the stairs, separated by a small room, is where the servants and servants eat. When he passed by, he only saw Qian'er: "Where is the spindle?"

Qian'er raised a finger and pointed upwards: "I am serving the young master to eat."

There is only one dish on the small round table, it should be boiled pork with cabbage, the bowl is quite big, and there are quite a lot of dishes, but there are not a few pieces of meat, only some oil residue.

Bai Jia picked it up with chopsticks, and only picked up some rotten cabbage. She immediately lost her appetite. In a blink of an eye, there was a cold snack beside her, and she asked strangely, "Why don't you heat it up?"

"I'll eat it later when I'm hungry." Qian'er Hulala was sweating on the tip of his nose, and said vaguely, "Take one."

Huanxituan, the dough balls sent out after receiving the stove, are somewhat smelly due to being touched by the incense. Bai Jia dislikes this the most. He smelled it as soon as he came in, and shook his head: "I don't want to eat it."

"Really don't want it?" Qian'er half-raised his eyes and glanced at him.

Bai Jia nodded again and again: "No!", then got up and went upstairs: "I'll go see Master Yuanbao"

In the room, Spindle sat in front of the bed with a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. There was a kang table on the feet, and there were several dishes on the table. There seemed to be two dishes in the box that were not on the table. They smelled like fried liver and pork belly with radish.

Bai Jia swallowed her saliva, "Dianzi, go and eat first, I'll serve you here"

Spindle glanced at Master Yuanbao on the bed, but unfortunately the little fat man was gnawing on the bones, and had no idea that there was someone else in the room. Bai Jia took the bowl of bone soup in Spindle's hand and took a deep breath: "Okay." fragrant!

After Pang Zhu gnawed the last bit of meat, he looked up and saw another person in front of the bed. He didn't know him, and his hands shook in fright, and he almost threw the bone over.

Bai Jia happily took the bone and put it on the kang table, then helped him straighten his bib: "What's wrong, young master, I'm Bai Jia."

Pang Zhu stared fixedly at Bai Jia's face with wide eyes. After a while, he probably recognized him. He took a sneaky breath and didn't say much. He just smacked his mouth a few times and stared straight at Bai Jia. The bowl in his hand.

"What do you want to eat, young master?" Bai Jia took away the unfinished snacks and put the two dishes in the food box on the table.

Pang Zhu was also unambiguous, and said directly: "Meat!" As the words fell, his eyeballs had already swept from the fried liver to the pork belly.

Fingers slid across the dishes one by one, Pang Zhu smiled brightly: "Young master is not in good health at the moment, you should eat light food, and you should not eat too much meat. Come, let's eat this bowl of custard."

"!!!", Pang Zhu's eyes widened, his mouth opened slightly, and he looked at the bowl of egg custard stretched out to his mouth in a daze.

"Open your mouth!"

05

Hearing that Bai Jia said that he would come into the house to serve at night, Qian'er promptly made the bedding for him, and before leaving, he even boasted: "Brother Seven, you are really careful."

In fact, the rules of Pang's house are not too big, and there is no need for servants and maids to keep watch at night. After all, it is not a serious official family.The reason why he can get this job now is thanks to the little fat man, who made him sick.

Bai Jia sat cross-legged on the thick mattress, hiccupping contentedly, at first he thought that the food for the servants inside the gate of this mansion was terrible, but only at night did he find out, it turns out that this place is the same as his previous life. The meal before going to bed was good, but compared to those at the master's house, it was still a lot worse.

He was beautiful on one side, while Pang Zhu on the other side was half lying on the bed, his face was flushed from the suffocation, his fingers kept stirring the corners of the quilt, his forehead was still covered with sweat, and he seemed to be suffering from tightness.

Bai Jia glanced at it inadvertently, and immediately understood, got up and took a chamber pot and stuffed it under the quilt: "Come and pee", he did this a lot this afternoon, and he practiced his hands.

For convenience, Pang Zhu's lower body was naked. When Bai Jia reached in and stuffed his little sparrow into the mouth of the pot, there was a 'splash', and the flood was released. At the same time, he couldn't help sobbing anymore.

"Why are you crying?", Bai Jia cried the most annoyingly, he would get a headache when he cried, but the one in front of him was still a crying bag, and it would leak when he poked it, and he had only known each other for more than a day, and how many times he had cried.

Pang Zhu didn't want to, but just now he smelled the smell of braised elbow on the other party's body, and thought about the soup and water he drank today, he couldn't stop being wronged: "My meat!"

It turned out that I was thinking about this!Bai Jia pinched the little fat man's belly, a little dumbfounded, and teased, "Isn't this meat?"

"It's not this." Pang Zhu sniffed his nose and said in a low voice: "Liver, fat meat, bones, elbows, big fish." Every time he said one, he felt more wronged. He either took medicine or drank soup for a day , got a belly full of water, swayed when moved, and kept urinating.

Putting the chamber pot under the footrest casually, Bai Jia took a half-dried sweat towel and wiped her hands: "Okay, don't count, I'll give you more tomorrow."

"Really?" Pang Zhu's eyes lit up, and the snot was confiscated, hanging on his upper lip so that it would not fall off.

Bai Jia covered the fat man's face with a sweat towel, and Hulu touched his face a few times: "Really!"

Pang Zhu was so foolish, so he just stopped talking, but he didn't want to, those meals were all his duty, how could he be eaten by a servant, but if he said something to any lady in charge or even Qian Erzhuzi , there will be no such thing, but it's a pity that he has a soft temper, and he is used to being bullied in the past, so he didn't know how to speak up, but this boy Bai Jia took advantage of him.

The night was getting darker, and the cold wind picked up. A small wind came in along the crack of the window edge and the door, and extinguished the dim candle with a 'huh'. Bai Jia finally took a look at the mattress on the ground. Running to the bed, Bai Jia just let out an 'ah', and was hugged by someone.

In the quilt, there were four Mrs. Tang, all of whom had just been changed. They were so hot that they were hot. Bai Jia stripped off and hugged the little fat man to squeeze in. He knew what kind of sleep he was. So this time, he plans to sleep on the outside.

"Why did you come up here?" Pang Zhu was uncomfortable in the hoop, and he was a little unhappy when he struggled.

Bai Jia touched Mrs. Tang and moved to cover her feet, and sighed: "Warm the young master, in case you get cold again tomorrow morning."

The fat man has a lot of flesh, he can squeeze a lot of it, and because he is young and has no body hair, his whole body slides up and down without slipping, so it is easy to hold in his hands.

Pang Zhu couldn't move, so he could only raise his head vigorously: "But I'm not cold!", he was sweating, wishing he could take off the quilt, why should someone cover him.

"This Mrs. Tang only cares about the first half of the night, and I have to rely on me in the second half of the night." Bai Jia babbled nonsense, and then pressed his head down: "Okay, go to sleep, after a warm night, you can eat meat again tomorrow." up"

These words really worked. For a while, the bed became quiet. Not long after, there was the sound of light breathing. The two young boys hugged each other and slept soundly.

After 24, it's a year in the blink of an eye. During this period, Bai Jia is already a qualified boy on the surface, even Qian'er and Zhuozi think so. , still happy, just think that people are hardworking and easy to do.

Thirty, at the end of the year, early, Spring Festival couplets were pasted on the gate of Pang's house, and door gods were placed on the gates of each courtyard. The maids and servants shuttled back and forth. It was very lively. Inside the Yusheng building, Qian'er was standing On a high place, he was holding a few hanging portraits to ask for advice: "Spindle, do you think the Martial God in our building this year is Xuan Judge or Zhong Kui?"

Spinning pursed his lips, stretched out his hand and clicked on the pair on the left, Qian'er looked down: "Grandpa Zhong Kui looks so ugly, it's not good, the magistrate has a good face", as he spoke, he put his feet up and hung it up.

Spindle helped the chair, with a smile on his lips, and didn't argue with him.The two entered the hospital in the same year, one talked more and the other less, but they complemented each other and got along well.

When Bai Jia sent Pang Zhu to the front yard, he wanted to take the opportunity to go for a stroll to familiarize himself with the familiar environment, but he didn't want to run into the criminal supervisor halfway. son came back.

As soon as he entered Xiyuan, he saw Qian'er and the spindle and pestle piled up on the door god, so he stood aside and looked at it, and saw a person outlined in a few strokes on it, with a long robe and official hat, standing sideways with half of his face exposed, and said: " Which one is painted on it?"

Qian'er tapped the pen in the man's hand: "It's the judge, who specializes in judging good and evil."

"It doesn't look like it", Jia shook his head, the judge had seen him before, he was a dry little old man, he didn't look like the middle-aged man above.

Qian'er yelled at him: "You haven't seen it before, so how do you know if it looks like it?"

Bai Jia didn't argue with him, even if he said he had seen it, no one would believe him, so he changed the conversation and offered to ask for work: "Do you want to help?"

"I don't need it here, but the gold and silver eight treasures on the young master's bed haven't been hung yet." Qian'er was not polite, pointing to his feet: "It's all in there, you can pick it up"

It was a red lacquered wooden basin, and there were many sundries, all piled up on top.

Bai Jia was an outsider, and he didn't know what the Eight Treasures of Gold and Silver were, but he was kind-hearted, so he sorted out the eight things and packed them in a small flat radish for him. Bai Jia thanked him and took them.