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

Over the past few days, Changqing has provided him with a bunch of plans, none of which follow the development direction of the formal enterprise requested by Shen Motang. Those who don't know will think that his Shuangyuezong is some kind of bandit den.

If it lasts like that for a long time, there will be ghosts. I'm afraid that before he pays the demon bosses a salary, his Shuangyue sect will be kidnapped.

How should I put it, although the first few items looked outrageous, he could still see that Changqing wrote it himself, and after that, it was obvious that it was not written by one person, and Changqing lazily handed over the task to other people.

That's not counting, the caravan that came back by water was mentioned many times in it, and I don't know if Changqing didn't pay attention to it or collected it specially for him to see.

Maybe robbing that caravan can really make a fortune, otherwise how could it have been missed before it even set off.

Mo Motang couldn't stand it anymore, and specially sent a summons talisman to Changqing, telling him not to mention such illegal and criminal things again.

The long-term relationship did not return to him, but the plan handed over later did not mention it again.

In a hurry, the new door regulations were finally successfully written. After listening to Zhao Wan's opinions, they were basically three points stricter than the laws and regulations in Xuanlinji, and compared to those who were more reckless. The devils left a little leeway.

Of course, this is under the premise of complying with the new door regulations.

Only in this way, the length and scope of the new door regulations become very impressive. There are more than one hundred regulations, large and small, which were carefully selected and screened by Moment Tang. Compared with those original regulations with a small mountain, they are not too few .

Even so, when it was confirmed that it was transcribed, Mo Motang still forced Mi Ju to come over for a simple reason, to help him transcribe.

Don't ask why it's not a long-term love, but it's a long-term excuse that after the exploration, the mountain mine ran out and couldn't call back.

Miju has been helping him write for half an afternoon before finishing it, looking unhappy between his brows, Shen Motang believes that Miju always has this expression, and doesn't care too much, and takes out some fairy fruits from the mustard seeds as a reward.

Mijiu didn't want to accept it, but in the end, Mo Motang forced a mustard seed, saying that he could give it to Zhu Yuansi when he came.

Reluctantly, Miu accepted.

But these days, Zhu Yuansi only came once, and it was the end of the month, and Chang Tianzong had some end-of-month assessment that he needed to participate in.

And the time he came, Changqing happened to be on vacation, so he couldn't hand over the messenger talisman to him.

Shen Motang smacked, feeling a little regretful.

But obviously Mijiu already knew about this from Changqing, and ran to him every three days, aggressively asking him when Zhaowan would come.

This seemed a little outrageous, how could he know when Zhao Wan came, he only knew two states of Zhao Wan, one, came, two, not coming, and he didn't know anything else.

Flipping through what Mijiu had written, every single word was indeed in accordance with his request, Mo Motang nodded and said: "Not bad, not bad, the writing is also beautiful."

After hearing this, Mijiu immediately asked, "How does that compare to long-term love?"

Ah, no, is this also a comparison?

Seeing Mijiu's eyes burning, and the dissatisfaction between his brows and eyes taking a backseat, Mo Motang blinked, and recalled what the word "Long Love" looked like.

They all say that their words are like their own, the long-love words are more exaggerated, and the jealous ones are vigorous and powerful, and they are all good-looking, better than his.

Looking at him silent for a long time, looking at him, his tone changed slightly: "The lord thinks that I am not as good as him?"

Shen Motang subconsciously shook his head, "I'm trying to prevent you from writing a copybook."

Let the little devils practice together, how domineering.

It's a pity that I didn't say it later, and Mi Jue had already sternly refused, "I don't like others to learn from me."

Mo Motang was startled, recalling the scene when Miju insisted on taking Zhu Yuansi as his disciple, and temporarily put a question mark on what he said in his mind.

If his understanding is correct, the apprentice should learn from the master.

But maybe this sentence is enough for Miju, and Miju doesn't continue to dwell on the question of who is good and who is bad.

The devils are not very literate, and it would be a waste of time for Mo Motang to copy one copy and send it to the others. On this basis, he sent a letter to Mr. Song Bai, asking him to help read the content to the devils in class. listen.

After recovering from the illness that day, Song Bai became more and more energetic, and he agreed without saying a word. He also said that he would use the new door rules as a teaching material for the next period of time, so that every devil would engrave them into his bones. .

What Mo Motang wanted was this kind of effect. After a hard work, he dug out a trumpet-shaped magic weapon and sent it to Song Bai's classroom to convey Song Bai's voice to every corner of Shuangyuezong.

So what if you are illiterate, you will always remember it after listening too much.

The range of the back mountain is too large, and the number of birds and beasts inhabiting will only be more than the devil's head and will not be less than the devil's head. Compared with Zongzhong, there are too many changes, and Mo Motang locates the ears of each devil's head for a small-scale individual broadcast .

If the question marks above the heads of the devils can be realized, I am afraid that the entire Shuangyue sect will be filled with question marks, and those who are impatient will have to go back to the sect to find Mo Motang on the spot.

However, at this moment, Mo Tang's voice suddenly joined in, saying, "After three days, if you can memorize all the rules of the house, you don't have to listen to them anymore."

To be honest, after their Demon Lord woke up, he really did a bunch of weird things, some people were dissatisfied, and they would go to the Demon Lord with a few curses.

I don't know if Shen Motang realized something. As soon as the words fell, the divine sense crushed them, and the demons couldn't even lift their heads. Not to mention dissatisfaction, they even made the demons feel a little nervous. Refreshing.

For a moment, there was only doubts about what the devil wanted to do.

But Mo Motang just tried to bury countless heart-clearing spells in the released consciousness, and he didn't expect the effect to be so good. , I'm afraid he will have to meet a bunch of demons' doubts when he is approaching the end of get off work.

But speaking of it, when his consciousness swept over it, he seemed to see a long love.

Changqing was about to sneeze, and quickly covered his mouth and nose to hold back, his eyes still refused to move away from the gazelle bear rubbing against the tree trunk and tickling.

Those horns are a good thing, and it’s hard to find a pair with a lot of money outside. However, this bear has a hot temper, and it is often unstoppable, and even besieged with a whole group of people. It is obvious that a single person is only about the strength of Foundation Establishment. Don't dare to do it lightly.

Changqing is not afraid, but the purpose of his trip is only to observe, there is really no need to meet it.

He just searched around but didn't find any mines and spirit mines under this mountain range, and wanted to develop some other businesses.

Now the business may be coming to your door, and you need to test the reliability of the long-term love, so as not to send a few more useless proposals to the past, and make Mozun lose his patience.

The strange spiritual sense just now was also pressing on him, and Changqing's eyes were fixed on the gazelle bear, so he could naturally see that the divine sense had no effect on the gazelle bear.

It's a pity, if Mozun didn't deliberately avoid animals, he still wanted to see the effect.

It's better for the demon king to release his divine sense to suppress it than the demon bosses to fight hard.

I don't know the possibility of this kind of ferocious beast being kept in captivity, why don't we go back and discuss it with Mozun?

Just as he was thinking, Changqing suddenly caught a glimpse of a few furry heads from the corner of his eye, turned his head to look, and saw that there were three little devils in a team, which was a bit unfamiliar, and he couldn't remember what they were called.

It's just that the three of them probed their brains, aiming at the gazelle bear.

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Changqing came to his study with three little devils a quarter of an hour before he got off work. Mo Motang was forced to lift his eyes from the map on the table, and his steadfast mind instantly broke his defenses. surprise.

None of the three little devils was intact, with varying degrees of bruises and scratches on their hands and faces, and no obvious dust on their bodies. I'm afraid it was because they couldn't stand it because they couldn't stand it. surgery.

It's just that the three of them stared at the ground in unison, their faces still full of dissatisfaction.

Before Changqing could speak, Mo Motang suddenly said, "Did you fight?"

I was taken aback for a long time, "That's right."

He added: "Let them explain the specific situation to the Lord."

Mo Motang couldn't understand.

He patted the little devil among the three affectionately, and said in a low voice, "Go, go to the Lord."

The little devil reluctantly took a step forward, and the other two followed, and the three finally stood in front of Shen Motang, still refusing to look up at him, and only shouted: "My lord."

Mo Motang looked at Chang Qing behind them again, and Chang Qing glanced at the three of them to show him. Mo Mo Tang could only look at the three of them in doubt, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The little devil in the lead hesitated for a while, and suddenly pulled out an antelope horn from the belt on the back, which was more than 30 centimeters long.

Mo Motang took a sharp breath, "This is too much, how can you knock all the corners off?"

The little devil blinked, dumbfounded.

Changqing said sure enough, stepped forward and took the horn from the little devil and handed it to Mo Motang, "My lord, it's not from the monks in the sect."

Mo Motang didn't dare to answer, and his voice became a little louder, "Are you still forming a game with people outside?"

Group, group what?

The three little devils looked at each other with similar doubts.

Changqing couldn't hold back a chuckle, and then handed him the antelope horn in his hand, "Lord, look carefully, this is the horn of an antelope bear, and this beast is distributed in the back mountain."

Mo Motang suspiciously lowered his gaze to Changqing's hands, looked and looked, and still felt that it was very similar to the horns on the top of some little devil's heads.

No, why does it seem a little familiar.

"Ah!" Mo Motang looked up suddenly, "Is it the bear you were staring at?"

Say yes affectionately, and look sideways at the leader of the little devil, "To tell you the truth, the three of them hunted this horn from the gazelle bear. The Lord has also seen it, and there is no serious problem."

Mo Motang nodded blankly, realized something and said: "So you just watched from the sidelines the whole time?"

That's why the attitudes of these three are like this. Are you dissatisfied with Changqing and watching the whole process?

With a long smile, "My lord, don't say that, it's observation."

Mo Motang was skeptical, "Then what did you observe?"

The long smile deepened, "Lord, I have thought of a way to make money."

Mo Motang looked down and looked at the antelope horn in Changqing's hand, "This?"

Chang Qing nodded and said yes.

The relevant information about this thing is in his memory, let alone what it can do, at least it can make a lot of money if it is sold.

So Shen Tang said: "It's not impossible."

Changqing's face was filled with joy: "My lord..."

Shen Motang raised his hand to interrupt him, touched his chin for a moment without saying anything, Changqing and others thought he was thinking, so they didn't interrupt him, but murmured to some extent in his heart.

Suddenly, Mo Motang raised his head and pointed to the door.

Several people looked back together, but they heard Shen Motang's voice coming from behind him, with a bit of eagerness.

"I'm off work, I'll talk about it tomorrow."

Several people turned their heads again, there was no Demon Lord, only the lingering sound floating in the room.

"By the way, help me take the door down, thank you."

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