Salted Fish Demon Zun refuses to work overtime [Transmigration Book]

The little devils were quite diligent in their hands and feet, he ordered them to go down, and soon cleared a way to the desk for him.

Mo Motang walked to the desk, and was coerced by an unknown sense of ceremony to sit down. The stack of books in front of him almost blocked his entire vision.

Tried to straighten his back and looked forward, the four little devils were standing side by side, secretly glancing at him with their heads down, so cramped that they had no place to rest their hands and feet.

Mo Mo Tang pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Are you going to do something later?"

The little devils shook their heads blankly.

Mo Motang's expression brightened, "That's just right, do me a favor."

The little devils looked at each other and said, "Please give orders from the lord."

In fact, it is not a big deal, just tidy up the mess on the ground, put books in a stack, paper in a stack, and the scene of the avalanche that is almost coming to occupy his living space.

If possible, he would like to let the little devils help him to classify them into simple categories, but thinking of the cultural level of all the members killed in the palace yesterday, Mo Motang gave up.

The little devils were busy at the bottom, and he was also busy at the table.

He has never tidied such an outrageous desk in his life. On average, there is a broken pen under three books, and a cracked inkstone under every few stacks of paper. The ink stains are everywhere, so the paper is unrecognizable. He couldn't count the covers with two hands.

This Demon Lord is really a waste of paper, pen and inkstone.

At any rate, he was a little shorter in front of him, and he was finally able to see the situation of the little devil below without any effort, except for a few stacks of books and paper, there were also a few brushes and an inkstone next to him.

Mo Motang seemed to understand something suddenly.

About why there are high tables and chairs, but a few low futons are used in the study.

The original owner used the whole floor as a desk.

Then the one in front of him...

Mo Motang flipped over the part he had sorted out, his face gradually became dignified.

It seems, maybe, maybe, are all unnecessary things.

But it was the original owner who didn't need it. Mo Mo Tang saw a paper sandwiched between a book while flipping through it, with a circle drawn on it.

The ring is not the point, the point is that the enlarged pattern on the side is very familiar, and it is somewhat similar to one of his bracelets.

Maybe it's the design draft of that bracelet.

Mo Motang suddenly gained motivation.

An hour later, the bell rang again, Mo Motang finally saw the tabletop, and the little devils had already tidied up the ground, but seeing that he was concentrating on tidying up, he didn't dare to disturb, and didn't dare to leave. The scrolls were reclassified according to their degree of newness and oldness.

Maybe there is also size and thickness.

Shen Motang raised his eyes, the little devil was wiping the floor with a rag that he found out from nowhere, and he was not serious about it, just sitting around without speaking or making a sound, rubbing the rag in his hand on the ground .

It can be seen that it is very boring.

Shen Motang coughed lightly, the little devil shuddered, scattered in a panic, and buried his head in digging.

He looked like an overseer.

Mo Mo Tang was stumped, and said casually: "No need to wipe, you go."

The hands of the little devils stopped together, and then they looked up at him, Shen Motang nodded in approval, the little devils looked at each other, hesitating, someone knocked on the door.

For the convenience of tidying up, the door is not closed, and the visitor can be seen at a glance, which is a long-term love.

Holding a stack of papers in Changqing's hands, she smiled and said, "My lord, I'm here to deliver yesterday's list."

Oh oh oh, there is such a thing, he forgot for a long time.

"come in."

He waved to the little devil again, "Go down first."

The little devils had no choice but to obey, and when they passed by Changqing, they clearly felt Changqing's sharp gaze skipping over their faces, and the little devils shrank their necks, turning their gazes to avoid it.

When all the little devils stepped out of the room, their long-term feelings restrained their cruelty, and they turned their eyes to Shen Mo Tang, and they were already probing, "Why does the Lord suddenly want to clean up this place today?"

It was indeed sudden, after all, the original owner had never cleaned up.

That being said, Changqing said yesterday that he would help clean up. Could it be that Changqing always said he would help, but the original owner always refused?

Alas, the original owner really is.

Mo Motang laughed, "I can't find anything."

"That's how it is." With a long smile, the person had already come to him and handed him the list in his hand, to be precise, almost all the lists were handprints.

Mo Motang took it, flipped it casually, except for the names of the few protectors who looked up, there were really not a few words.

Mo Motang moved the list away, sighed and looked closer, flipped through a few pages carefully, and suddenly looked up at Changqing, "Can you recognize who these are?"

Changqing twitched her eyes and shook her head.

"Then tell me," Mo Motang blinked, and pointed to the direction where the little devil disappeared outside the door, "Can they recognize my handprint?"

Changqing glanced at the knuckle-thick paper in Shen Tang's hand, not only the corners of his eyes, but also the corners of his mouth almost twitched, "No, it can't be."

Mo Motang put down his hand and nodded slowly, "It seems that I still need to find someone to teach me how to read."

A bad premonition suddenly arose in the long-term love, and sure enough, Shen Motang was still staring at him, his lavender eyes slightly curved, and he said: "Vice suzerain, this task is entrusted to you, at least let the whole sect recognize and write their own names."

"I……"

Mo Motang stretched out his hand to stop the long relationship from continuing, "Don't make excuses, if you really can't do it, you can go ask the husband."

"Can……"

Mo Motang interrupted him again, "If you add more money, someone will be willing."

"but……"

"and many more!"

Mo Motang suddenly put the list next to his legs, and lowered his head to touch a silver bracelet on his left hand. The bracelet was slightly thin, with two rows of entangled small patterns engraved on it. It was a mustard seed.

The first time the memory popped up correctly, he opened the mustard seed, but was stunned on the spot.

It should have been filled with gold and silver spirit stones, but now, the mustard seeds are empty.

Slowly looking at Chang Qing who was already holding her breath and trying to reduce the sense of existence, "Where is my money? Where is my spirit stone?"

Changqing decided to play dumb, "What money?"

Mo Motang narrowed his eyes slightly, and suppressed a sudden yawn.

But Changqing thought that the matter had been exposed, and before Shen Motang could emphasize it again, he looked away guiltily, "Well, there shouldn't be anything left."

Mo Motang: "???"

How did you know before I told you?What does nothing left mean?

Mo Motang: "Say it clearly."

Changqing didn't dare to meet his sight, avoiding it obviously.

The matter was still told as it was.

To put it simply, the demon bosses thought that the demon king had fallen, so they took the demon king's money to buy things, and that was how the demon bosses felt happy at the funeral banquet.

But the truth is not so simple, the gold and silver spirit stones in the mustard seed are not a small amount, no matter how extravagant the purchase is, it is not enough to spend it all.

It was the devils who took it for themselves.

You must know that the higher-level mustard seeds all recognize the master, and the mustard seeds of the Mozun are even more extraordinary. In normal times, no matter how hard they try, they will not get a penny from it.

Coincidentally, after the demon lord fell, the demonic energy overflowed, covering the sky and the sun for three days, and the demon leader discovered that the magic weapon of the demon lord reacted to the overflowing demonic energy, and it took a long time to open the money-filled box mustard seeds.

The one who contributed the most was Changqing, that's why Shen Motang took the lead in approaching him many times after his resurrection.

Changqing didn't say enough, but Mo Motang had already guessed the general idea of ​​the matter and didn't point it out. He just took out a stack of paper from another layer of the mustard seed, piled up a kind smile and handed it to Changqing.

"Write it down."

I was in a daze for a long time.

Mo Motang continued: "Whoever got it, how much got it, and write down everything you know."

Feeling flustered, "My lord..."

Mo Motang interrupted him, "Don't worry, you don't need to pay it back, and I won't trouble anyone, I just want to understand."

Changqing struggled to take the white paper, and said without giving up: "My lord, it was really used in the banquet, and that coffin is not a small sum."

Mo Motang waved his hand, "It's okay, I'll figure it out, and the rest will be deducted from your salary."

Without giving Changqing time to react, he continued: "You write well, I will give you a salary increase, and get up quickly."

Changqing couldn't understand, and said cautiously: "Salary?"

Salary is the motivation for beating workers. When I mentioned it, I was instinctively excited. Maintaining this excitement, Shen Mo Tang nodded, with the corners of his mouth hanging high, "That's the monthly salary."

Long love: "!"

They still have a monthly salary?

Ah, no, Mozun didn't ask them for money back, but still gave them a monthly salary?

He doesn't believe it!

Changqing was about to return the white paper to Mo Motang, but he saw a smile on the corner of Mo Mo Tang's mouth, and his spotless purple eyes were like abyss, and asked him: "What?"

Changqing gritted her teeth and shook her head, "I'll write when I get back."

Mo Motang nodded in relief.

Ok, the list is here!

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Good job, there are migrant workers!