Chapter 295 Poop-shoveling Officer

Old street, where Mr. Fu Underworld shop is located.

As soon as Fang Zheng entered the nursery, he could see Zuo qianhu looking at him with a pleased expression.

His face was filled with joy.

Have I become handsome?

Fang Zheng subconsciously reached out and touched his face, thinking that it was highly possible.

"Brother zhiqiu."

"Brother zuo."

The two of them greeted each other.

Zuo qianhu: "Brother zhiqiu, why are you here early today?"

Fang Zheng: "Not for it."

"Recently, Yiyi bought cat food for him. He was so greedy that he had indigestion from eating his intestines. He had to take seven or eight times a day. I figured it was almost time to shovel, so I came to pick up clothes and Hei in advance."

He squatted down to one side, his body stiff and stiff, like a Hei looking for a fortune cat, looking at Fang Zhengzheng with a confused face as he pointed at it.

What's wrong with me?

Can I lie down without moving?

Zuo qianhu was stunned, "Indigestion?"

Even if you have to find an excuse to give me a perfunctory answer, you have to find a more believable one.

A kitten cursed, you told me about indigestion?

I don't know if Fang Zheng is blind or not, but he said seriously, "That's right, it's indigestion."

Zuo qianhu: ..."

Under Zuo qianhu's black face, Fang Zheng took Yiyi's small hand and walked out of the Hei with a relaxed voice, saying goodbye to Mr. Fu and Butcher zhang in the shop next door.

However, as soon as Fang Zheng entered the Underworld shop, he was greeted by two equally pleased faces.

"Did I enter the wrong door today?"

Fang Zheng exited the Underworld shop suspiciously, then stepped into the underworld shop. Looking at Mr. Fu and Butcher zhang's dark faces, he confirmed that his eyes were on the right door.

Mr. Fu and Butcher zhang, who had wanted to open their mouths and praise Fang Zheng, were now in a dark mood, and no matter how happy they were, they were gone.

Mr. Fu was busy quietly, carrying boxes and boxes of folded yellow paper for the grave, while Butcher zhang continued to drink white wine and eat the plate of marinated pork head that seemed to never be finished.

Fang Zheng, who was originally nervous, looked at the familiar scene in front of him and nodded with a sigh of relief in his heart.

That was what he remembered as Mr. Fu and Butcher zhang's normal setting.

"Yiyi, Hei, come and say hello to Mr. Fu and Zuo qianhu. We're leaving." Fang Zheng told Yiyi and the Hei, who had regained their spirits.

Yiyi held Fang Zheng's hand and bowed politely to Mr. Fu and Butcher zhang.

After all, Yiyi was unable to speak and could only express his inner thoughts through body language.

Meow~ the Hei shivered and made a cute meow.

The dignity and arrogance of a cat?

Is life important?

...

Because it was early to pick up the clothes today, and it was not dawn yet, fang was riding the shared bicycle to pick up the clothes.

Just then, under the dark night, there was such a scene.

Yiyi, who didn't weigh much, sat in the basket.

Hei, on the other hand, squatted on the handlebars, wagging its tail from side to side with an air of arrogance and arrogance, as if a proud queen had gone on a personal expedition, her eyes glancing sideways.

So, Fang Zheng had always felt that the Hei was definitely floating recently.

When Fang Zheng came home with Yiyi and a pet, Fang Zheng put the key in and pushed the door open. The first time he saw Yiyi and Hei, who had been together all day, he ran into the house happily. Yiyi poured out a big bowl of cat food for the Hei. One of them was eating, the other was watching quietly. It seemed like she was stuck together all day and didn't feel tired.

Watching the Hei bury its face in the bowl and chew on cat food while raising its face to meow at Yiyi from time to time, Fang Zheng asked yiyi curiously, "Can you understand this puffy cat?"

Yiyi picked up the tablet and typed in a few chinese characters, "There's sand in the cat food. It tastes salty. Next time, change the brand of cat food."

Fang Zheng read this sentence twice before and after, and then read it smoothly. He should add "Hei said" at the beginning, because this kind of sentence is obviously what the Hei said.

Fang Zheng was surprised.

He just asked casually, not expecting Yiyi to understand what the Hei was saying.

Is this the language of the undead?

At this time, the Hei called out a few times in a milky voice, and the clothes printed a small line on the tablet: "Yiyun, water, did you buy it here? The people watching the video are drinking yiyun, cat food is a little salty."

Yiyun?

It took Fang Zheng two more times to understand the meaning of the words. After all, Yiyi was not able to receive a normal education like other children, and all of it was through the early education video self-study.

"Sell, not buy, buy, buy, sell. Buy is the third, sell is the fourth." Fang Zheng struggled with Yiyi's wrong words.

Yiyi's words roughly meant that there was yiyun mineral water sold nearby. Hei felt salty eating cat food, and Hei wanted to drink yiyun mineral water.

After understanding the meaning of the words, Fang Zheng immediately felt that who was the master in this family, and even my master drank water from plain water. As a result, a pet cat opened its mouth and asked for yiyun mineral water, and only to drink imported mineral water. Who was the master, and the water that the cat drank was stronger than that of people.

Fang Zheng felt the need to re-establish life values for Yiyi.

Fang Zheng took out a hundred yuan old man's head, squatted down, looked at Yiyi in front of him, and said earnestly, "Yiyun mineral water, one bottle retail price is more than ten yuan, Yiyi sold a handicraft wood carving is 100 yuan, even ten bottles of water can not afford."

Fang Zheng thought hard for a moment, then said with a serious expression, "In short, it's just a word' expensive','very expensive'."

Fang Zheng's mouth was parched, and he finally managed to give a five-or six-year-old a sense of "Expensive" before he got up.

However, when he looked at the two little guys squatting together, not knowing what they were doing, Fang Zheng had a bad feeling that Yiyi really understood what he said.

Maybe that's what every parent has to worry about.

Well,

It seemed that it was because there was too little homework.

Fang Zheng began to wonder if he should add more homework, and it would be better if the child had no time to idle down and think nonsense.

...

When Fang Zheng told the Hei not to make too much noise at home and disturb the rest of the neighbors, he went back to his bedroom.

He began to count all the gains tonight.

He had collected ten pieces of wool from the university city before.

Then, she milked Gao Shuhua with 14 runes.

In the middle of the night, eight runes were lit in the factory district.

There are thirty-two runes here.

The next harvest in the underground graveyard was really the big one. One, two, three... Fang Zheng was overjoyed. He counted it three times before finally confirming that he had captured 63 ordinary runes in the underground cemetery alone.

They could even make up for the last time they went to southeast asia to withdraw their overseas chinese.

Fang Zheng was overjoyed.

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