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

Mo Motang rested for three consecutive days after that, during which time Changqing Miju, with or without other little devils, picked up the captured little devils one after another from the outside, not less than [-] of them. .

There were even a few more, who met and were brought back together on their own initiative on the way back to the clan.

On the evening before he resumed work, Mo Motang was surrounded by people while he was lying down. Changqing led people to run to him, and dozens of people crowded his yard.

Changqing said that the little devil wanted to thank him, and he didn't care whether he said thanks or not, and took out the fairy fruit from the mustard seeds and shared them among them.

It was only when he worked overtime that he discovered that this thing actually had a shelf life.

Put it in the mustard seeds that are almost solidified and kept fresh, and it will expire soon.

There are so many fruits that it is difficult for Shen Motang to eat them before the expiry date, so he is quite happy that the little devils can help him share.

It would have been better if it hadn't been rushing out to his yard during his down time.

But regardless of Guozi's situation, none of these can dilute Mo Motang's desire not to go to work.

The arrest of the little devil successfully gave him a new job, and he had to re-establish the rules for Zongzhong before something hugely influential happened.

This time, there was no incident of hurting people or demons, which is considered lucky. If you really hurt someone and get caught, let alone be caught, you will die directly.

It would be one thing if the little devils were all strong and good at escaping and would not be caught, but the fact is obviously not the case. If Mo Motang wants to avoid a large loss of his own little devils, he can only restrict them.

But Mo Motang searched all morning, but couldn't find the rules that Shuangyuezong used before, but by the way, he sorted out the books that had been randomly piled on the bookshelf, and saw a few story books.

Brand new.

Can he understand that the original owner originally wanted to use them to kill time, but finally found that there was no extra time for him to kill?

Mo Mo's head is too big, but if it's big, it's big, it just doesn't have the slightest memory of the door rules.

As a result, after a whole morning, his understanding of his family's rules was still limited to the phrase "don't drink alone" that Chang Qing personally said to him the day he crossed over.

What can this sentence do?

Demon bosses don't drink alone, but they can be caught together.

So Mo Motang sent a messenger talisman to Changqing, asking Changqing to find all the legal provisions of Xuan Linji for him.

The message talisman was sent over for a long time and there was no response. Maybe Changqing saw it and didn't reply to him, maybe he went to find him directly and didn't tell him, or of course he didn't see it at all.

He didn't know which one it would be, he just lay down on the spot for a lunch break, and then dally got up when the distant clock rang.

When he is free, he must copy the time clock and hang it in the study. If possible, it would be better to make a more modern clock, so as to save him from having to judge what time it is every time he hears the clock ringing. .

But no matter what, it's not now, Mo Motang yawned, lowered his head and made a mark on the list in front of him, he was arranging a rest time for the little devils.

After distributing the positions before, he has not had time to schedule, so he is currently the only one taking the first weekend rest.

Counting the few days he rested, even old man Song Bai, who started work at the latest, has already worked for five full days, and it's time for the first batch of devils to rest.

He arranged Song Bai in the first batch. Although Song Bai said that he had no relatives and liked that Shuangyue Sect did not plan to go down the mountain, but after staying with the devils for a long time, he was tired of going to class every day. I want to go down the mountain and stay clean for a few days.

Anyway, given time to him, Mo Mo doesn't care what to do.

The little devils who hid in the back mountain basically stayed in the back mountain. They seem to always be active in the back mountain before the funeral banquet. They are more familiar with the back mountain than the pile of houses in the Shuangyue sect. Think about it silently Let them go, and find out some work they can do by the way and arrange it in the back mountain.

Didn't all the little devils open up valleys, let alone Song Bai, who originally asked the little devil to find some safe and fertile land in the back mountain to reclaim, and planned to grow some grains and vegetables. I still need to find a few more pieces and fence them up to raise some animals.

Who made some little devils always want to gnaw on raw meat, and before they ran far, they became so hungry that they stole poultry from villagers' houses, and they were caught in the end?

In order to bring the little devil back, he lost a lot of money.

But when it's time to really raise it, he can't let the little devils eat it at will, so it's going to be a mess?

So there still has to be a rule.

For the affairs of the sect, it is enough to have these little devils in the sect, there is no need to force everyone to stay under his nose, he will be dazzled.

The same is true for the little devils who are still lost or wandering outside. Those who want to go to the back mountain go to the back mountain, and those who want to stay in the sect stay in the sect.

Ah, why has the little devil been working continuously for more than ten days?What about his rest?

Mo Motang hurriedly looked back, and found that the rest time of the upper and lower little devils was all right, and he couldn't be separated alone, but if the rest time was added to this little devil, the others would have to be changed, and he was entangled for a while.

There were footsteps coming, it sounded very light, not like a little devil, Shen Mo Tang raised his head and found that it was Changqing.

At the moment when the eyes met, Changqing first said hello: "My lord."

The entanglement in Shen Motang's mind was straightened out at this moment, and he immediately nodded and responded vaguely, looked down at the list and made a few strokes, and heaved a sigh of relief.

No problem now.

Looking up again, the long love is close in front of him, Mo Motang bluntly said: "I found them all?"

Changqing suddenly smiled, "No."

Mo Motang: "?"

Mo Motang: "Then did you encounter any happy event?"

Changqing didn't react, shook his head and said: "No, why did the Lord say that?"

Mo Motang put the pen aside and muttered, "You seem very happy."

Chang Qing immediately laughed out loud, skillfully took a futon from the side and sat next to him, and squeezed the messenger talisman sent by Mo Motang on the table full of papers, "Why does the lord need these?"

Mo Motang swept over, and pointed out casually, "What do you think of Shuangyue Sect?"

Changqing's face was a little stiff, and he tried to blink to meet his gaze, "Very good."

Shen Motang nodded, "It's also quite dangerous."

Changqing was stunned.

Mo Motang ignored him, turned his gaze to rest his eyes in the distance, and then asked: "Did you ask someone to look for it?"

Long story short.

Mo Motang smiled, "That means I have a happy event."

Without waiting for a long-term question, Mo Motang spoke first: "Do you still remember the rules of the sect?"

Changqing was stunned, nodded and said: "I remember," and looked at the communication symbol on the corner of the table, "Is it related to this?"

"It's so smart," Mo Motang gave Chang Qing a thumbs up, then grabbed some white paper from the ground on the other side and handed it to him, "Please write it down for me."

This scene is really familiar, Changqing smiled helplessly, accepted his fate before Shen Motang came up with some new tricks to deal with him, and only thought that at least this time he needed to write much less content than last time, and he was actually a little lucky .

Changqing thought it was nothing to do with him, and was about to get up, but Mo Motang called him back, "Just write here."

As he spoke, he put a writing brush in front of him, and the tip of the brush was even scratched.

Long love: "..."

Take a closer look at the pen holder, none of the pens are in good condition, either the hair is broken or the hair is falling out.

Long love is very painful, "My lord, brushes are also very expensive."

Mo Motang felt guilty, turned his eyes away, and hummed a syllable in a low voice.

He didn't mean to, he just couldn't whine with a brush.

Remembering that when he was tidying up the study, he still complained about the original owner's waste paper and pen, obviously he himself was not bad at saying anything.

Mo Motang hammered the wall silently in his heart, glanced at Changqing and saw that he had started to write, and suddenly asked, "Is there anyone in the sect who was originally a weasel? Or a furry animal?"

The tip of Changqing paused, and miraculously realized what Mo Motang wanted to do, raised a pair of fox eyes and said with a smile: "The lord will not want to use it."

Mo Motang blinked, sighed and turned his gaze back, thinking that Mo Mo Tang would give up the idea, but Mo Mo Tang said slowly: "If you don't try, how will you know."

Changqing was so shocked that he almost lost his pen, question marks all over his face, he couldn't figure out why he was so persistent, he struggled for a long time and finally squeezed out a few words from his teeth and asked, "Will the Lord know how to do it?"

Shen Motang shook his head, remained silent, and then lowered his head to mark the list.

Changqing let go of her heart, seeing that Mo Motang didn't seem to intend to continue to toss, and started to write tentatively.

This watch has been completed and can be replaced. Mo Motang stared at the few hairs on the pen, and suddenly said: "Tell me, is there anyone in our sect who knows it? Or can you learn it if you learn it?"

Changqing took a deep breath, put down the pen and paper in his hand, stood up, curled the corner of his mouth dryly and said: "My lord, wait a moment."

Shen Motang nodded, seeing Changqing walk outside the tower, looked to the side, waved and said: "Azhu, I will lend you a bit of hair for use, yes, the Lord mainly uses it, just the point at the tip of the tail."

Mo Motang:? ? ?

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The little devil lost his tail hair carelessly