Daming prepares the emperor

Zhu Biao waited silently for his grandson's answer.

The eldest grandson Wanguan said proudly: "My lord, although I don't know magic and haven't practiced it, I am very good at inquiring about news and handling internal affairs. After your organization is established, no matter who you recruit, I will take care of it for you." Living!"

"Hmm..." Zhu Biao stroked his chin, "What about the money? Can you make money?"

As if he did not expect such a request, Changsun Wanguan was stunned for a moment, and then his emotions were immediately mobilized. After all, for a long time, people with the same identity as Zhu Biao would care about manpower and food, and it is really uncommon to ask for money.

He excitedly said: "Yes, yes, yes! Of course it is possible! It doesn't matter how much you earn!"

"You brag about Haikou like this, do you really understand what you said?"

"Naturally." Changsun Wanguan knelt on the ground, arched his hands, his immature face showed a kind of confidence as if he had something in his hands, and continued, "If you find someone who is very capable but People who can't manage are useless? It's best if you don't know anything about cultivation like me. Because I will never make troubles because I look down on the people under me, and I won't be so powerful. .”

This is quite reasonable.

And if you think about it carefully, it is true. If a master is allowed to control an organization full of strange people, it is hard to say whether he will be complacent and complacent. He himself is fine, but the suspicion of the superior is inevitable.Even if the superiors are tolerant and magnanimous, such an organization will never last long under the hidden dangers.

The fire was still burning, the dry grass was more than half burnt, and it was almost gone, and a little black ash embers began to float in the air.

Zhu Biao glanced at the fire, looked away, and asked, "What is your background? Why did you come to Yingtian City?"

The eldest grandson Wanguan had already explained his family just now, and what Zhu Biao asked was obviously the situation after his family was destroyed.

The young man kneeling on the ground saw him glance at the fire, thinking that Zhu Biao wanted to eat his roasted sweet potatoes, so he quickly pulled one out of it, patted the ashes, it was not too hot, let his fingers turn red, and put It was delivered to Zhu Biao.

After a while of silence, Zhu Biao took the food, squatted down on the ground, and started peeling, chewing while peeling.

The two of them just squatted and talked at the same time.

"The marshal picked up his subordinates on the road." Changsun Wanguan saw that Zhu Biao was somewhat satisfied with himself, climbed up the pole, and began to call himself a subordinate, "He saw that his subordinates were eloquent, eloquent, and extremely shameless." , I felt that my subordinate was a talented person, so I sent someone to ask about my subordinate's wishes, inform my subordinate of the young master's situation, and brought my subordinate here."

... At least this man is honest.

Zhu Biao made up his mind, threw the sweet potato rind in his hand into the fire, and confessed to his eldest grandson: "Take my brand, go to someone to ask for money, first buy the basic things, paper, ink, pen and inkstone, There are also tables, chairs and benches, and dormitories and canteens have also been built.”

The words dormitory and cafeteria may be somewhat different from the words commonly used by the ancients, but they are still easy to understand. The eldest grandson has no objection and accepts them well.

Looking at the pine tree in the yard, Zhu Biao picked up the iron rod used by Changsun Wanguan to poke the fire, and walked quickly to it. With a flash of cold light, the iron rod chopped back and forth on the pine tree a few times.

There was a loud bang followed by crackling, and the trees in the courtyard fell down and shattered into several pieces. The branches and leaves fell off and rolled around.

Zhu Biao walked over dragging the iron rod, and the iron rod made a rattling sound as it dragged along the road. When he reached the pile of wood, he grabbed one of them and lifted it, even bringing out a formed plaque.

It turned out that he had just whittled the wood with an iron rod.

This is a rectangular block of wood that is neither long nor short, nor thick nor thin.

The eldest grandson Wanguan twisted his neck, stared dumbfounded at Zhu Biao's eight-year-old boy's body doing such a shocking behavior, and couldn't help swallowing.

The iron rod was temporarily used as a carving knife, and Zhu Biao brushed and carved a few penetrating characters - Yingtianfu Town Demon Office.

"This plaque hangs on the door."

"You start building with this yard first." Zhu Biao pointed to the house behind him, "The marshal didn't just bring you back, you will arrange those people."

The eldest grandson said: "This subordinate obeys orders. It's just..."

"what?"

The eldest grandson Wanguan stood up, bowed his waist and arched his hands and said: "It's just that the people brought back by the marshal are mixed, no matter if they are monks, Taoist priests or witches, as long as they are famous, the marshal sent someone to invite them, saying that they want you to pick them out by yourself." Come on."

"...I'll leave this to you."

"Naturally, the subordinates should share the worries for the young master." The eldest grandson said, "When the time comes to resign some people, please ask the young master for permission."

"Ah."

The two looked at each other silently.The snowflakes in the yard are still falling down one after another.

Zhu Biao didn't want to go back like this, and his grandson Wanguan didn't know how to say goodbye now.He always felt that something was missing, not only the opportunity to express himself in front of the leader, but also the opportunity to flatter him, so he invited Zhu Biao to go with him to purchase furniture and supplies for the office.

With the new year and new weather, the merchants on the street put out a lot of things for sale, most of which are jelly beans and some gadgets, such as pastries, rattle drums, cloth and silk flowers, etc.

Furniture stores and bookstores are also open, and there are still a lot of red confetti left from fireworks and firecrackers in front of the stores, and there is still the smell of gunpowder when you approach them.

The bosses, thin or fat, tall or short, are all cheerful, with their hands in their sleeves, standing at the door, ordering the waiter to sweep the floor with a broom, and calling someone to arrange the exhibits in the store. Put it in the most conspicuous position, so that the guests can see it, and also enhance the lively and lively atmosphere, making it more festive.

Zhu Biao and Changsun Wanguan chose the most elegant furniture store to enter.After entering, I found out that some stationery and books are also sold here.

The boss is a chubby middle-aged man, wearing a commoner coat, with his hair tied up, and wearing a net towel, sitting behind the counter with an abacus, holding a writing brush in one hand, and an account book in the other.Both hands are short and fat, and the fingers are like little white radishes. Although the lower body is blocked, just by looking at the upper part, you can tell that this businessman is very handsome.

Furniture is not cheap. The things here are good and expensive, so there are fewer people, and there are not many customers who come to buy. But once it opens, it will be enough for the boss to eat for a long time.

Even because there were no customers, he was the only one in the store, and he didn't hire a waiter.

The boss stood up enthusiastically, and after hearing what he wanted to do, he took a ladder and put it on the shelf, and took a lot of effort to climb up and get a good inkstone. Inkstone, although the price is a bit expensive, but it is a good thing."

Changsun Wanguan said: "I don't want that kind of particularly good stuff, I want more, exactly the same, and can be used in batches."

The boss was taken aback, clasped his fists and said, "What are you talking about... dare I ask what your identity is? There are wars everywhere now. Although these things are not military supplies, they can't be sold in large quantities casually."

Comrade Zhu is very strict. Except for a few designated wineries, no grain can be used to make wine, and some iron and copper can't be sold casually. Even daily necessities can't be sold in large quantities.

"Can't accommodate? I have plenty of money."

The boss's expression gradually turned cold: "Guest officer, I don't want to lose my head. Please go back."

"Don't, don't." Changsun Wanguan said with a smile, "I'm just teasing you. I came out in a hurry today, and I didn't bring the paperwork from the government. I'm ordering from you now. Give me as much as you have, just right. Get ready tonight, do the math, and if it’s not enough, you can make it up, and I’ll show you the paperwork when I come to pick it up.”

While talking, he took out a piece of silver from his sleeve, put it lightly on the counter, and said with a smile: "This is the deposit, the deposit, please take it and prepare it for me, and I will come another day."

The boss's face softened a lot, and he put out many brushes and rice paper for him to look at.

Zhu Biao was regarded as the younger brother brought out by his grandson Wanguan to play, and the boss didn't entertain him much, so he just found a stool and sat down, staring at the bustling crowd and the bustling market outside in a daze.

When he came back to his senses and looked back, he realized that his new recruit was about to call his boss brother.

"My brother and your experience are exactly the same." Changsun Wanguan sighed.

"I came here when I ran away from famine with my mother on my back. It can be regarded as the merits of my ancestors. I have a few family friends here, who helped me build a foundation for my business, and then gradually grew..."

As soon as the boss finished speaking, the eldest grandson Wanguan whimpered, and a lot of tears fell down. He wished he could grab the land with his head, and groaning, he tugged on the boss's sleeve and said in pain, "I'm telling you the truth! Brother, I'm also fleeing famine. I came here, originally doing small business here, and then a year when local hooligans made trouble and smashed my shop, I had to do chores and buy things for others. These days are getting more and more bitter."

He was a big man crying, with watery eyes, which attracted many passers-by to look in curiously.

The boss didn't think he was noisy, instead he shed tears, held his eldest grandson's arm, choked up and said, "brother, brother, I know that doing business is hard. I beg the creditor to allow two more days to survive."

"Brother, you are too difficult!"

"What's this? We're doing business, so we just want to show face. Don't talk about kneeling on the ground and begging him, even if I want to pour him the chamber pot, I have to go."

"Brother!"

"Brother!"

At the last few sentences, the boss even used the dialect, and the eldest grandson Wanguan suddenly used the same dialect as him, which surprised the boss even more. He widened his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and kept shaking his eldest grandson's hand. I was so excited that I couldn't say a word.

Zhu Biao couldn't help but suspect that the next time the grandson Wanguan came again, even if he couldn't produce the paperwork, the boss would still sell him the goods without hesitation.

Seeing that the two of them were about to marry each other if they continued chatting, and the boss was already going to the back room to look for Guan Gong's statue with his fat belly up and down, the sudden noise from the door finally attracted their attention past.

The people standing on the street suddenly separated by themselves, pushing and standing to the side. Whether it was an aunt carrying a vegetable basket, a peddler carrying goods, or a young lady and a scholar, they were all crowded on both sides of the road. The front steps were also full of people.

Some people's eggs were beaten, their shoes were trampled on, their handkerchiefs were squeezed out, and their hats were crooked. They all kept silent and looked at the middle of the road.

The sound of gongs and drums sounded, the music was clear and sharp, and the sound of suona came from far to near. A piece of red silk one foot wide seemed to fall from the sky. It seems that there is no end.

More than a dozen mice carried red lanterns, walked upright, and wore red Liuhe hats on their heads to lead the way.Behind them are more than 30 female mice, dressed in silk and satin, pink clothes and pink clothes, with silk ribbons on their shoulders and followed behind.

The most eye-catching thing in the middle is naturally the sedan chair that is about ten inches long. The red-headed sedan chair is carried by four strong and tall adult rats, moving smoothly and steadily on the road.

Beside the sedan chair was Liu Laoxu, who was wearing a purple gown and had a shiny white beard. He was bending over and leaning on a cane. be magnanimous."

At the end of the line is the band, and there are some little mice responsible for scattering ears of wheat and jelly beans.

The people on the side of the road naturally returned their salutes. Those who had room and space to bow bowed, and those who didn't have a verbal salute. Congratulations: "Congratulations to the Rat King for marrying his daughter."

"Happy son-in-law. Congratulations."

"Give birth to a precious son early, a happy marriage for a hundred years!"

There are also some families with financial resources who take copper coins and sprinkle them in the middle of the road, which is regarded as a dowry gift.

Zhu Biao was stunned for a while, and couldn't help but turn around and ask, "Why are they so calm? Are there many such things?"

The boss leaned against the door panel and bent down to pick up the jelly beans on the ground. After picking up the jelly beans, his brow broke out in sweat. He peeled off the parchment and ate a few. He wiped his head with a handkerchief and said casually, "The mouse king is marrying a daughter?" , is different from other demons, it has been around for hundreds of years and thousands of years, and it is at this time, when you grow up, you will understand."

Changsun Wanguan explained: "It is said that when the rat king congratulates him when he marries a daughter, the rat will not steal the person's food, nor will it make trouble at home by drilling holes."

"Besides, on a day of great joy, who would be too busy to cause trouble for others, don't you think so?" The boss muttered a few times.

But neither of them had time to talk to him.

Because at this moment, a gust of wind blew, and a corner of the car curtain was lifted up to fly in the air.

The white mouse in the sedan chair was not covered with a red veil, and with tears in its eyes, it clenched its paws and looked out the window with a look of resentment and pain.

Zhu Biao just looked at it.