Chapter 53

"Oh, dressed animals?"

Xu Qinglang was just about to close the door when he happened to see a "guest" in Zhou Ze's shop. He came over and joked:

"Brother, your dress is very fashionable."

Zhou Ze pointed to the high hat on the head of the middle-aged man and said, "what does this mean?"

"It's final."

Xu Qinglang stretched himself,

"It's like the ancient emperors, queens and higher-level ministers will have a posthumous title after their death, and it's also like the grade certificates of primary school students at the end of the term will also have excellent, good, pass and medium."

"So, this hat is the evaluation given to him by the social network around him after his death?"

"Almost. It also depends on luck. Most people are not celebrities after death, and they can't get this thing. Even celebrities rarely have it. In short, it also depends on luck, just like you can climb out of hell, and 99% of the other ghosts have to be reborn peacefully.

By the way, I remember that it seems to be recorded in the book that Qin Hui also had a high hat on his head after his death, which said 'frame Zhongliang'. "

"Then the hat on Yue Wumu's head is' loyal to serve the country '?"

"Pull, wear a high hat and walk around the street. Where is the use of wearing a hat?"

Zhou zesong opened his hand, looked at the palm of his right hand, and was ready to open the door of hell and throw the goods in. The goods just saw that the young girl was like a bison with family affection. The goods were not worthy of being dressed like beasts, and they looked really gentle, with a bit of scholar temperament.

"Do you want to send me down?" The middle-aged man seemed to be quiet at this time.

"Otherwise?" Zhou Ze asked in reply.

"Can I finish the last volume of this book?" The middle-aged man took out a dead note from his pocket.

"Hey, where are you sending beggars?" The female corpse on one side resisted sarcasm and said, "it seems that you really failed in your life. Even your relatives didn't give you any incense."

The dead man gives the dead man's money in person, which is different from the dead man's money burned by the living man. Of course, the number of dead people's money in general is indeed related to the sacrifice of their relatives, but there are also some boundaries, otherwise burning hard can burn the richest man in the underworld?

The middle-aged man pursed his lips and looked at Zhou Ze with sincere eyes: "please."

Xu Qinglang lit a cigarette beside him and didn't say anything. It's Zhou Ze's business. It's inconvenient for him to plug in.

Zhou Ze glanced at the outline of Sinology in the middle-aged man's hand and said, "I've read this book before. In my opinion, there are several obvious mistakes in this book."

"Any book with academic value will have its own mistakes, which are also the accumulation of predecessors." The middle-aged man said positively.

"But what's the meaning of all the books that boast good words?" Zhou Ze asked in reply.

"In Zeng Guofan's letter to Zeng Jize, there was such a sentence 'don't criticize and ridicule the ancients rashly'. Boss, although you open a bookstore, you are not a scholar after all.

Mr. Qian Mu wrote this book against the background of the war of resistance against Japan. When he wrote this book, Mr. Qian Mu had made the worst plan for the subjugation of the country. He wrote this book because he thought that if the country was subjugated in the future, someone could use this book to secretly read it in the second half of the night and aftertaste the civilization and inheritance of our ancestors.

Criticism and satire books are naturally more enjoyable to read, but in the future, if the country is really subjugated, someone will see this book and face all ridicule and criticism, who will have the mood of turning to his hometown and China again? "

The middle-aged man spoke clearly, holding a book in one hand and waving the other hand constantly.

It's like the teacher on the podium is telling his students his truth,

Very excited and very engaged.

"Are you a teacher?" Xu Qinglang asked with a smile, "Oh, I said before I was alive."

"I am a middle school Chinese teacher." The middle-aged man replied.

"Sure enough, you are dressed like a beast." Xu Qinglang snorted coldly, "I'm going to bed. Good night, boss Zhou."

Xu Qinglang waved his hand, left the bookstore and went back. His swaying posture was very graceful.

Zhou Ze turned his head and looked at Bai Yingying. "Does the figure he just had look like the turtle in the brothel in your time?"

"In my time." Bai Yingying thought seriously, then shook her head and said, "the flower chief is not as good-looking as him."

Zhou Ze curled his lips, and his answer to Bai Yingying was not too unexpected.

The middle-aged man sat down to read again, and seemed not in the mood to guess whether Zhou Ze agreed. The most important thing was to see more. Maybe he could taste more on the huangquan road for a while.

After thinking about this guy's agitation when he saw a young girl before, Zhou Ze was very agitated for him.

"Boss, I think he's quite learned." The female corpse whispered.

"The poor scholar your wife used to hook up with is also very knowledgeable?" Zhou Ze asked.

Bai Yingying nodded.

"I'm not sure." Zhou Ze was also a little difficult to quantify, but said, "Mr. Ji Xianlin has a record in his diary that 'I have no other hope in this life, I only hope that I can have a few women and contact women in various places for many days'."

"Scholars are really lecherous." Bai Yingying muttered.

"Men are lecherous." Zhou Ze corrected himself.

Bai Yingying looked at Zhou Ze and said, "boss, you are very calm."

"Go and brush the toilet in the bathroom."

"........" Bai Yingying.

I don't know why, Zhou Ze didn't hurry to open the door of hell and put the middle-aged man in. Instead, he sat down opposite the middle-aged man, took out his mobile phone and casually brushed the web page.

"What's your name?" Zhou Ze asked.

The other party didn't answer, as if immersed in the atmosphere of reading.

"If you don't answer the book, you won't have to read it."

"Ren Xindu."

Zhou Ze nodded. When he was about to try to search this guy's name to see this guy's previous gossip, the bookstore door was pushed open again.

Sister in law, go and return.

"What are you doing back?" Zhou Ze stood up and subconsciously stretched out his hand to press the middle-aged man's shoulder. He was afraid that this guy would be in heat again.

However, to Zhou Ze's surprise, the middle-aged man still sat there quietly reading, and there was no sign of agitation at all.

Eh, did you learn well this time?

My sister-in-law took out her mobile phone, took a picture of the bookstore, took a picture of Zhou Ze, and then sent it, then clicked on the voice and said:

"Elder sister, I said I was reading in Xule bookstore this afternoon, but you don't believe it.

OK, OK, I'll go back now. Can't I go back right away.

Really, if you want to read quietly for a while, you will disturb others. "

After speaking, my sister-in-law stuck out her tongue, sighed a long sigh, and said:

"It's close. Fortunately, I haven't had time to take a taxi, otherwise I'll reveal my stuffing."

"At a young age, don't go to those places with miasma. It's easy to suffer losses."

Zhou Ze still reminded that even if she was not her sister-in-law, it was purely the persuasion of a middle-aged uncle to the younger generation.

"Come on, Xu Le, how can you become like my sister?" My sister-in-law obviously didn't listen.

"What about the girl?" Zhou Ze asked.

"She's home. I just watched her take a taxi. Her home is a little far away. I also wanted to take a taxi, but my sister came to the wechat check post and asked me what to do."

"Where's the money?"

"Of course, take the money back to her." My sister-in-law was a little indifferent and said, "don't worry, it's fivethousand yuan. I'll pay you back when I get my pocket money."

"You still?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Yes, isn't it me or her?

Her father was paralyzed at home, and her mother set up a breakfast stall. Life was not easy, and I didn't want to see her work hard anymore.

And oh, she was molested by her head teacher in high school, so she is so silent now.

I take her as a good sister, so I have to take care of her more?

OK, Xu Le, that's it today. I'll go back first. "

My sister-in-law waved open the door of the bookstore and went out.

Zhou Ze sat down in his chair again, looking at his mobile phone for a while and the middle-aged man who was reading carefully in front of him.

Then he said to himself:

"The student who invaded his class jumped off a building and committed suicide after being found."

The middle-aged man continued to read, as if he hadn't heard it at all, but his high hat was so clear and dazzling.

Ancient prisoners needed to prick words on their faces to show their identity. Being inferior was similar to the high hat in front of them.

Bai Yingying works very fast and can't help it. Originally, she was also a lady of the golden lady, but now people have to bow their heads under the eaves, and Zhou Ze has some cleanliness habits, which undoubtedly makes her workload a little larger.

"Boss, I'm so tired."

Bai Yingying took off her coat. She was also not afraid of the cold. She walked out wearing only a short sleeved shirt with a rag in her hand.

It looks young, but it develops well.

"Boss, what did he think I didn't respond?" Bai Yingying wondered.

"You are dead."

"But I'm also beautiful." Bai Yingying made a flattering gesture.

"Forget it, it's so cold below you. It's estimated that any man who goes in will be directly frozen to immortality, and even Wei,,, and brother don't have to eat."

"No boss like you." Bai Yingying glanced at Zhou Ze, "by the way, just now the boss, your sister-in-law is back? I heard her voice in the bathroom."

"Well, I came back and left."

Zhou Ze suddenly thought of something,

No,

If the middle-aged man in front of him has no feelings for Bai Yingying, it is because Bai Yingying is a zombie,

So why didn't he feel for his sister-in-law just now?

The elimination method, it is easy to get an answer:

That is, this product only has feelings for the girl next to my sister-in-law.

The news reports searched on the Internet have no photos because they want to protect the privacy of girls who have been violated.

Some things,

Can't stand thinking,

It can't stand consideration,

Slowly,

Zhou Ze figured out the taste.

My sister-in-law looks very naughty, but in fact, her heart is very big, just like a big silly girl.

"Hey, is that girl your student?" Zhou Ze asked.

The middle-aged man continued to read without answering.

Zhou Ze directly reached out and grabbed the book in the other party's hand. "I ask you something."

The middle-aged man raised his head, looked at Zhou Ze, and then nodded.

"Have you ever violated her?" Zhou Ze asked again.

The middle-aged man still didn't answer.

"If you don't answer well, I'll send you to hell now." Zhou Ze threatened.

"After reading the book, you can go on the road." The middle-aged man stood up and looked free and easy.

"You learn from Wen Tianxiang, don't you?" Zhou Ze said sarcastically.

"No matter how she is, she is my student after all. It is my responsibility to fail to educate her well." The middle-aged man replied like this.

"That means the news report I just read is false. You didn't invade her. She deliberately splashed dirty water on you and asked the school to compensate?" Zhou Ze pursed his lips.

Then things are very good to think about. My sister-in-law's wallet should also be stolen by the girl. By the way, make up another reason and ask my sister-in-law to give her 5000 yuan.

A poor girl who worked in a winter vacation would take 5000 yuan of tuition with her and run to the disco for madness?

My sister-in-law has been tricked by others.

"Tell me, have you ever violated her?" Zhou Ze reached out and grabbed the middle-aged man's shoulder and asked very seriously.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and said, "this is my business, and it has nothing to do with you."

"Fuck you, that's my fivethousand yuan!"

Zhou Ze wanted to slap him, but he kept his hand, raised his hand, and threw it on the other party's hat. But when he touched the other party's hat, Zhou Ze felt his palm burned and hurt a little.

This hat,

So hard,

Unexpectedly, I felt a little tingling in the position of my fingernails,

Look again, even if the whole person was driven to fly out, the hat was still firmly rooted in the head of the middle-aged man.

Zhou Ze thought of what Xu Qinglang had said before: everyone's mouth will melt gold.

This hat,

True or false,

I can't take it off.