Raising the Demon

Chapter 157 Just like last year today
Zhu Bo and Ding Sanji stopped and stood one behind the other, looking at Hu Baoxiang who was slowly walking down the corridor. His speed was not much faster than that of a snail. To stop and take a look.In the corner of the eye, two centimeters of white gum accumulated.

Seeing him approaching, the two soldiers at the side quickly backed away, not daring to approach him.

This is a difficult master, not to mention knocking him down, even if he touches him, he will be stained.He was very difficult when he was young, and it was even more troublesome when he was old. The other villages called him "old man, old man, no one wants to be with him."

Like Indians making way for cattle, Zhu Bo and Ding Sanji waited anxiously. If they had watches, they would definitely start looking at them.

After waiting for a full cup of tea, Hu Baoxiang just walked out of the gate, leaning on a walking stick, got into a donkey cart, drove the donkey cart by himself, and walked away with a clatter.

For Ding Sanji, this tea time is like a day and a year. He can clearly see that behind the door, in the flower window, and behind the pillars, whether it is a clerk, a maid or a guard, he is standing side by side with the master. See it in your eyes and imprint it in your heart.

During this tea time, his heart struggled again, the dot representing him, like a fluorescent lamp with a broken ballast, kept flashing back and forth, Zi Baifeng even helped him worry.

After finally waiting for Hu Baoxiang to leave, he quickly walked a few steps. On the surface, he stepped forward to lead the way. In fact, he took three steps and made two steps at the same time. He ran out of the gate in the blink of an eye, not like a person at all The middle-aged Xiangzheng.

However, Master Bo put up his airs and took square steps. When he passed by the guards standing by the colonnade, he insisted on stopping for a while, and he insisted on waiting for those people to salute him before continuing on. go.

Zi Baifeng shook his head, the master is too weak to be saved.

He has already started to think about how to make the master abdicate himself, and then who will be his master.

Zi Baifeng painted for an hour, filtered through the whole Mengcheng Mansion, he knew it well, and then began to bow his head to process the paperwork.

He opened the bookcase—this bookcase was made of tablets from Niaoshu Guanshun. The top-quality ten thousand-year-old sandalwood gave off a refreshing wood fragrance. As soon as the lid was opened, the Four Treasures of the Study popped out.

If a workman wants to be good, he must first sharpen his weapon.

After Zi Baifeng helped his father make the four brothers with an ax, saw and planer, he deeply felt that these four brothers were very useful, so he also raised five little demons for himself. , the ink here is not an ink stick, but a brush wash, and the paper is not a paper, but a paperweight-these guys are twins.

The Four Treasures of the Study jumped out of the bookcase, transformed into five little one-foot-long figures, and jumped up and down on the table. The hardworking man carried a roll of documents and spread them out on the table. The inkstone was like a shrunken version of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, dressed in a tortoise shell. Grind up.Bi Xi is a fat man with a big belly like a Maitreya Buddha, but his big belly didn't grow out, but a big bottle dangled on his chest, filled with water.

The brush is a woman in a black dress with a stern face, holding her black braids with both hands. She has a unique skill, that is, she can write two lines at the same time, and it is absolutely impossible to tell that the two lines are actually written at the same time. .

With these five little demons, Zi Baifeng has a great talent of never forgetting. If he needs to refer to something, two thick-handed paperweights will hop to the bookshelf to fetch it. You don't need to move your hands, you just need to read it once, and then say your opinion casually-no, he still needs to do it, because he needs to stamp it.

But stamping is also simple, just clap your hands, and a bright red seal appears on the document.

Even with such efficiency, Zi Baifeng was busy until the sun was westward, and he just had a quick meal at noon.

Zi Baifeng didn't dare to make decisions lightly on many things during the period, so he dug out many documents written by the Fujun in the past, and then made a decision.

It wasn't just Zi Baifeng who had worked hard, the five little demons were too tired to walk, and the two clerks moved the documents back and forth. Although they only needed to put the documents outside the screen and let Zi Baifeng use them when needed, Ye's tired legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he sat in the corridor outside the door and gasped for breath.

In the end, on the contrary, Zi Baifeng, who is full of aura, is the most vigorous.

After sending the two clerks away, let them go home from get off work and find their respective mothers, Zi Baifeng tidied up the work in hand, and it was already time to light the lamp.

Opening the bookcase, the five little demons jumped in by themselves, and fell asleep in a deep sleep, the snoring inside could be heard from the outside.

Zi Baifeng patted the bookcase lightly, said hard work, stepped up the bookcase, and walked outside.

It was already time to light the lamps, and the lamps in the corridor had already been lit. Some dim wind lanterns swayed gently in the night wind, reflecting the shadows of the flowers and plants on both sides of the corridor.

Zi Baifeng said his hard work to the two guards outside the door, and walked slowly along the corridor, while stretching his muscles and bones, while making a final review of the recent affairs.

When they came, everyone lined up to welcome them, shouting and embracing, but when they left, they were alone, very quiet.

Zi Baifeng still enjoyed the tranquility, he walked slowly to the classroom at the outermost corridor, and saw two figures sitting in the classroom.

Those two figures were very familiar, Zi Baifeng quickly took two steps, and said: "Father, Qianshan, why are you here?"

"Brother..." Little Shitou was already fast asleep in Zijian's arms. At this moment, he opened his eyes a little, like a lazy kitten, let out a soft meow, and closed his eyes again. .

"The Fujun is out, so I'll take my leave first." Luo Qianshan cupped his hands, turned around and strode away, Zijian watched him walk out of the gate, and then said: "Your aunt...your mother is worried about you, let me come with Xiaoshitou have a look."

Although he couldn't help much, he always came to cheer for his son on the first day he took office.

In fact, he arrived in the afternoon, and the guards and stewards in the mansion wanted him to rest inside, but he didn't want to go in, for fear of disturbing Zi Baifeng, so he sat in the classroom.The guards couldn't do anything, so Luo Qianshan was invited to accompany him.

Zi Baifeng turned his back, asked Zijian to put the small stone on his back, and walked out side by side with Zijian.

The guard next to him wanted to step forward to help carry the small stone on his back, but stopped in his tracks.

They didn't dare to disturb, and they didn't recognize it. There seemed to be no room for them to help among the three.

"This little guy is getting heavier and heavier." Zibai shook the little stone in the wind, letting the little stone's hanging head rest on his neck, and the little stone muttered a few words in a haze, but he didn't open his eyes. Zi Baifeng shuddered suddenly, and said helplessly, "I'm still drooling on my neck."

Zijian took out a handkerchief, wiped the corners of Xiao Shitou's mouth, and wiped away the non-existent sweat beads on the elder son's forehead, and said in a low voice, "You've been tired all day, let me recite it."

"I'm not tired." Zi Baifeng refused, and stepped out of the gate with Zijian.

A groom came forward with a carriage, it was no longer four carriages, but there were two horses, Zi Baifeng shook his head and refused, saying: "If it is not arranged in the future, the carriage will not be used, you can go back and rest."

Ta Xue hurried over, stretching his neck to take the small stone, but Zi Baifeng shook his head again, Ta Xue could only bite his own reins, and followed behind the three of them.

In front of Mengcheng Mansion, on the long street, where the lights are dimly lit, there are old men sitting idle, men and women having a tryst, busy peddlers, and pedestrians on their way.

"Father, time is so fast..." Zi Baifeng said in a low voice. He still remembered that at this time last year, he was going to take the college examination. Father was worried about himself, so he came from Xiayan Village with a small stone to cheer him up. , They bought Mengchengju meat buns for themselves, but they were reluctant to eat them.Telling myself to go back at night, but I huddled in the corner all night...

He still remembers that at this time last year, in the examination room of the college examination, he woke up and became the current Zi Baifeng. He almost had no time to finish writing the topic, and was slapped in the face by his husband, and suddenly he had that memory. .

He still remembered that at this time last year, when he came out of the courtyard examination room, he saw his father standing there, with gray temples, fish tails at the corners of his eyes, and Xiao Shi shrinking his neck, not daring to look at him directly.

He still remembered that at this time last year, he walked out of the courtyard examination room full of confidence and felt that he was in sight, but suddenly passed out, missed the opportunity to be the official secretary of the government, and was assigned back to Xiayan Village to be the village official. .

He still remembered that at this time last year, he carried the little stone that hadn't woken up, and went on the road with his father, stepping in the morning light, and walked towards Xiayan Village. Starting over, he wants to let his father, Xiaoshitou, and his aunt, no, let his mother live a good life.

At this time, a year has passed, and he is already the lord of Mengcheng, but he is still the same as last year, carrying the sleeping little stone on his back, walking in the footsteps of his father, walking through this long street to Xiayan. village.

Everything seems to have not changed.

But everything has changed again.

The figure of the old man is so tall and straight, the white hair on the temples has long since disappeared, and the tail of the fish has been smoothed by happiness and smiles, without any traces. The two of them standing together are not like father and son, but like brothers .

The small stone on his back was much heavier. This year he had grown taller and gained weight, but he was still so mischievous and troublesome.

And myself, what has changed?What changed?
This long street, this Mengcheng, what has changed?
What has changed in this world?
Nothing seems to have changed, yet everything has.

Xiayan Village is my home, Jiuyan Township is my home, and Mengcheng is also my home.

Anyone, don't even try to touch my Mengcheng, Mengcheng is mine!

Zi Baifeng swore secretly in his heart.

(End of this chapter)