Vicissitudes know Jinhua

Fortunately, Zhu Da is not at a disadvantage, a copper pot is the ultimate weapon.

Mr. Zhu Da has passed the age of knowing his destiny, and he often urinates urgently, frequently and uncleanly at night. In the past, he disliked wooden fish for being clumsy, so he only put a copper pot in the corner of the room. If he needed it at night, he would move it himself. After driving away, since I had Mu Zishi, Zhu Dajue didn't want to give up. I set up a narrow couch next to the couch, and let Mu Zishi serve him nearby. At night, I was half dreaming and half awake, and whenever my stomach felt a little swollen, I kept shouting: " Get up, boy!"

When Mu Zishi got up to get the urinal, Zhu Da put on airs and insisted on letting him come to the bedside to serve him, Mu Zishi gritted his teeth, but could only swallow his anger.

When urinating into the pot, the sound of pattering but not rain, and the deep musk at the end of the nose, Mu Zishi is angry and funny again—if Qi Yupei is still alive, he sees himself doing such low-spirited work He must have died of anger again.

Zhu freshman always had to urinate three or four times every night, and Mu Zishi had to wash the urinal before taking a nap every afternoon. Compared with this, Mu Zishi felt that carrying water and food was not a hard work, so he envied Muyu very much.

Just after lunch that day, when Mu Zishi was packing the dishes, he suddenly heard someone outside the house shouting: "Brother!"

It was Qi Shaochong's voice, and Mu Zishi was surprised and delighted, and ran out a few steps, when a figure rushed over: "Brother, I miss you so much!"

Mu Zishi was about to speak when he was hugged tightly by a warm embrace.

Qi Shaochong was a head shorter than Mu Zishi, but he stood on tiptoe and pressed his head to his shoulder in a domineering manner.

Mu Zishi only felt the burning eyes, and he knew the weight of this child in his heart. During the more than 1000 days and nights he had spent together day and night, he had really become his brother and relative, and he could no longer leave him alone.

Qi Shao hurriedly asked: "Are you feeling better? I heard Brother Zuo said that you are fine. Is it true?"

Mu Zishi smiled and said, "Of course it's true. How about you, have you been doing well these days? Seems to be getting stronger again!"

Qi Shaochong said: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Mu Zishi smiled and said, "I'm worried about what you are doing, I just asked casually... By the way, who brought you here? Does the boss know?"

Qi Shaochong pointed not far away: "Brother Zuo brought me here, brother Shu Yepo probably didn't know."

Zuo Shifei was standing under a tree, grinning at Mu Zishi, but his expression was quite nervous.Mu Zishi sighed softly, "I can't hide it from Ge Shu Yepo."

Holding Qi Shaochong's hand, he approached Zuo Shifei and said, "Thank you for sending Shaochong to see me, I'm afraid it will hurt you."

Zuo Shifei said: "Aren't you learning to be the accountant of the Liangtai now? You are also a brother in the village, and the boss will not blame me."

Mu Zishi shook his head: "Shao Chong has you, I am already very relieved, there is nothing important in the future, so don't come to me again."

Qi Shaochong was rather reluctant, he just stared at him and said nothing.

In the room, Mr. Zhu Da had enough food, and felt that the spring was overwhelmed, so he strolled out leisurely and shouted: "Tong'er, clean the potty!"

Mu Zishi hurriedly replied, "Wait for me to send Master Suo Zi away."

Qi Shaochong heard it clearly, and his black eyes immediately burst into flames: "This old Dongxiang asked you to clean the potty?"

Mu Zishi smiled and said, "You misunderstood, it's a flat silver jug ​​for drinking... Zhu Liangtai always drinks a jug before taking a nap."

Seeing that Qi Shaochong seemed to have disbelief, he lowered his face and said, "Am I the one who flushes people's potties?"

Qi Shao hurriedly shook his head vigorously: "No!"

Mu Zishi grabbed his collar and turned him around, pushed him again, and said, "Then don't think wildly, get out!"

Qi Shaochong got used to listening to his words, so he walked away, Mu Zishi forced a smile to follow, but tugged at Zuo Shifei, and said in a low voice, "Hey, are there any lice?"

Zuo Shifei was ashamed and anxious: "No! I'm clean!"

Mu Zishi glanced at him: "If you don't have it, you don't have it. Why are you blushing... Help me catch a dozen lice and give them to me tomorrow."

Qi Shao rushed aside and said, "Brother, what do you want lice for?"

Mu Zishi said lightly: "I haven't seen it, it's rare."

Qi Shaochong then smiled in a worldly way, and said, "What are lice? I've seen fleas these days!"

Mu Zishi came to his senses: "Then catch more than a dozen fleas for me."

This time even Zuo Shifei couldn't help it: "What are you going to do?"

Mu Zishi smiled so much that his eyes were crooked, and the dark green light flickered: "We'll find out later."

Zuo Shifei and Qi Shaochong both shivered.

Mr. Zhu rolled up his sleeves, how could the mountain wind be so wickedly chilly in summer?The end is eccentric.

Mr. Zhu Da looked down on reckless people like Shuozi, so at noon the next day, he saw Zuo Shifei sneaking around outside the house, only rubbed the tip of his nose and let out a snort.

Mu Zishi saw off the guest on his behalf, holding a cloth bag that Zuo Shifei had just stuffed in his hand, smiling and showing all manner of etiquette.

On this day, Mu Zishi brushed the toilet pot very meticulously, and the copper pot had a delicate and gloomy luster, and it didn't feel dirty when it was really used to make tea.And when serving Mr. Zhu Da's urination, he was even more attentive, and he did not need to waste any effort on behalf of Mr. Zhu Da.

Zhu Da's heart is a little drummed, could it be that his skill of transforming spring wind into rain is extraordinary, turning this stubborn stone into sweet glutinous rice?

Just as something was wrong, Mu Zishi raised his head and smiled, the moon reflected in the spring and the river was so clear that it made Mr. Zhu Da blush and urinate uncomfortably.

After the summer, the days are long and the nights are short, and the days are hard to make people sleepy. The wooden fish is young, and the seven orifices are full of sleepy bugs. The whole day's price of chicken is pecking at the rice rabbit and making medicine. Although Mr. Zhu Da is old and sleepy, he can't lift it Spiritually, the brain seems to be glued to the sugar, and the eyes are fixed when looking at people.

Only Mu Zishi was in high spirits, looking over and counting the books in the study over the years, the two brass abacus clattered and flicked left and right, and the crackling of sandalwood beads was more lively than the cicadas on the treetops.

Mr. Zhu Da loves to hide his own interests, and he doesn't want to accept disciples at all, but he doesn't dare to disobey the master's will, so he can only turn a blind eye to this, but he often orders Mu Zishi to pour tea and water to harass him.

Mu Zishi is not irritable, he can ask for tea or water, as long as he touches the edge of the account book, he is like a diligent and good disciple. If there is something he doesn't understand, he is not afraid to ask for advice respectfully.I don't know if it's a coincidence or on purpose, but every time he asks a question, he is impartial and hits the mark. Zhu Dayuan puts on airs and intends to only tell him [-] to [-] percent of the time, but when he asks him, he often can't help being anxious. Expressing the true knowledge and insight, the result is to tell the whole story incisively and vividly.

Afterwards, the old man realized that it was inevitable that he would draw a few old cheeks, but he didn’t have a long memory, so he reverted to his old ways, so he criticized his cheeks again. Over time, Zhu Da didn’t compete with him anymore. The machete of the years had already photographed himself Oil-salted old chaff and rotten grains, why bother to compete for a day with a green onion that has just sprouted?

He gradually calmed down, and he no longer felt embarrassed about the accounts, but once he changed his personality, he would be in trouble. For some reason, Mr. Zhu Da began to have a secret illness these days.

This unmentionable illness is easy to say, but it's just unbearably itchy, and it's hard to tell about the itchy place, but it's where the luxuriant grass hides the birds.

Mr. Zhu Da abides by the four precepts of Confucianism: do not see indecent words, do not listen to indecent words, do not speak indecent words, and do not move. Naturally, such unmentionable diseases cannot be explained to outsiders. Therefore, Mu Zishi was spared the job of serving at night. On the other side, there was always the sound of nails scratching the skin. It was terrifying in the silence of the night. Mu Zishi turned over lightly, smiling like a little fox who just stole seven or eight big eggs.

Mr. Zhu Da endured a midsummer with his strong endurance and strong shame. When the golden wind quietly came to the fallen leaves, he finally collapsed. On this day, he secretly prepared hot water and a razor, and locked himself in the bedroom , close the window and close the door and light the oil lamp - naturally not to shave the big head to become a monk, but to shave the small head cleanly, sir's idea is correct, how can there be any itching if the hair doesn't exist?

Mu Zishi was so bright-minded, he laughed from the bottom of his heart when he saw this battle.

Back then when he was in the East Palace, he didn't talk about being unscrupulous, but he dared to bully Qi Wushang and subordinate officials. In the past few years, he had to be dormant and cautious while living among the people. It's been a long time since he didn't play this tune. I'm sorry for the prince's habitual temper if I play tricks one or two times.

All of a sudden, he smiled and called Muyu: "What do you think Mr. is doing in the house?"

Muyu bit her finger: "Do you eat bird eggs?"

This kid is obsessed with eating roasted bird eggs recently, and his mind is full of eggs and birds, and he doesn't want to hit the right word. Mu Zishi laughed so hard that his intestines almost burst, and boasted: "So smart...do you want to eat it?"

Mu Yu drooled a bunch of saliva: "I want to."

Mu Zishi pointed to the window: "The door is locked by Mr., you can climb in here and ask Mr. for bird eggs, but Mr. will definitely lose his temper at you, are you afraid?"

Muyu said in a daze: "I'm afraid..."

Mu Zishi earnestly and kindly said: "What are you afraid of? Mr. doesn't bite people. If you take the bird eggs and run away, even if he gets angry, he won't be able to catch up with you."

Muyu looked down at his two short legs, and nodded.

Mu Zishi tiptoed, took Muyu to the window, gave Muyu a gentle and encouraging look, and Muyu climbed up the window sill with his buttocks pouted.

Only Mr. Zhu Da exclaimed in the room: "Huh?"

Another cry of pain: "Oh!"

Then Muyu muttered: "Bird eggs!"

Mr. Zhu Da trembled and scolded: "You are a slave, you don't read the books of Confucius and Mencius, you don't answer Zhou Gong's gift, and you say such blasphemous words! It's really... really mad at me! "

Mu Zishi squatted under the window laughing until his heart was broken. When he was overjoyed and happy, he patted himself on the shoulder with one hand: "Are you playing a prank on Zhu Da again?"

Turning around in surprise, it was Ge Shu Yepo who was facing a mountainous figure!

This was really frightening, Mu Zishi's legs were sore and limp after being smeared with sweet and sour, he fell down and sat down, and whispered: "The master..."

Ge Shuye let out a hiss, hugged his waist with one hand, put it under his ribs, strided like flying, but went straight to his residence.

When he arrived under the pine tree in front of the house, he put him down and asked, "Do you understand all the tents of Nanke Mountain these years?"

Mu Zishi said honestly, "I understand."

"If you were to take over the Liangtai now, would you be able to do it?"

Mu Zishi smiled slightly: "The master asks the law like this, I underestimate Zishi."

Ge Shu Ye broke his face and said: "It's very good."

Seeing that he didn't blame himself for disrespecting Zhu Da, Mu Zishi couldn't help but asked with a smile, "If I can't handle it, how will Da Dao deal with it?"

Ge Shuye's gray eyes were fixed like iron: "Do you dare?"

Mu Zishi couldn't help but laugh: "It's not about whether you dare to do it, but whether you can do it... Hasn't the master heard that rotten wood can't be carved? No matter how you polish a stubborn stone, it will not be Heshibi after all."

Ge Shuye smiled suddenly, and said with deep meaning: "You are a piece of He's Bi, with you in my hands, it is a rare commodity to live in."

Mu Zishi's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "It's absurd praise from the master."

Ge Shu Yepo took his hand into the room, and saw four dishes on a square wooden table.

Mu Zishi smiled and said, "Does the master want to treat me to dinner?"

Ge Shu Yepo sat down and said, "Does Zishi recognize these dishes?"

The four dishes are all white porcelain round and eight-inch square, and the dishes inside are Muzishi, which can be seen without looking at them, but they are so frightened that their souls fly away.