I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

    The matter of hiring ghosts was settled like this. After that, An Yinong traveled abroad for two years, traveling all over the country, and after that, he was greeted by little ghosts.

    There are some rumors in this land that the ghost king who once dominated one side found a human as his partner, and became a strict wife who obeyed his words.

    "I don't know what kind of stunning beauty she is, who can attract this heroic hero who has been unmoved for hundreds of years to indulge in the gentle town, and do such incredible things."

    "Rumored to be a man."

    "What? Impossible!...He has the habit of Longyang?"

    The turmoil of the outside world did not affect Gu Zhengzhong and An Yinong, or even those who were driven.

    In fact, they think it's good to be hired, and many forgotten ghosts have received incense to eat all they can, and they can also get paper villas, Paper-wrapped clothes, paper-wrapped BMWs...

    Even some of the famous ghosts and ghosts came here: "It doesn't matter if you have money or not, we mainly want to feel the taste of work. ... By the way, that set of soldiers The siege suit, makeup kit and paper wrap, right?"

    In order to produce these 'incense supplies', An Yinong also set up a workshop for incense sticks and a workshop for paper tying, providing work for some lonely elderly people and people with "hard life" in the locality.

    The work of grinding wood pulp in the incense workshop has become very simple because of the existence of water mills, and the paper sticks are all designed by An Yinong himself, and there are all kinds of food, drink and fun.

    The various products it makes are not only sold to the ghost world, but also to humans.

    The serious owner Gu Zhengzhong never thought that his subordinates would be addicted to these bizarre things, even to the point of being unable to extricate himself.

    "Probably because I have rich experience in dealing with otaku and otaku." An Yinong smiled.

    In addition to this, An Yinong also found a few wealthy households with clay mines, cooperated with them to develop pencils, and cooperated to improve paper.

    Pencil and pencil writing paper were born, several merchants restrained each other, and the price of pencil and paper was also cheap.

    As for An Yinong, he took a one-time patent fee and became famous again.

    After two years of travel, An Yinong will go to Guozijian in the capital as agreed. He reorganized the things he traveled all the way, and revised the interesting and readable chapters into a book, which was compiled and published at his own expense.

    The book also contains more than ten illustrations, all of which are drawn in the way of agricultural modern sketches, engraved and printed by workers, and then colored separately, so the three-dimensional effect is very strong.

    He brought several hardcover editions and collected good ink to Beijing to visit several teachers of the Imperial College.

    The 22-year-old An Yinong wears a cloth scarf on his head, and is dressed in fine cotton. There is only a jade pendant and a sword representing a gentleman's weapon on his waist. When I saw it, I felt a little good.

    "Students meet teachers." He is a student of Guozijian, calling them closer to teachers.

    Some of these teachers had some criticisms about his travels, but after talking with him, they put down their grievances—this student is not going out for fun.

    When I go back and read this travelogue, I am even more amazed. Without him, An Yinong's book is really witty and interesting. One short story follows another, which not only reflects the local customs and customs, but also is very interesting.

    These stories are novel, or thrilling, or beautiful, or dreamy...

    On that day, a few teachers from the Imperial College rarely put on dark circles under their eyes, and they looked at each other: "Could it be you too?"

    Okay, they all stayed up all night chasing books.

    "Cough, this student can be quite eloquent."

    When the wine-sacrifice adult came, his face was bruised. He covered his face with his sleeve: "I accidentally bumped it." Lost.

    This book is simply magical.

    After that, his travelogue really swept the capital, and some parents even bought them as bedtime readings for their children.

    After becoming famous with this book, An Yinong once again entered the preparatory stage for the third year of high school in Guozijian.

    The system has strengthened his soul body, his memory and comprehension ability is far beyond ordinary people, plus he is diligent, so An Yinong entered from Class B to Class A in three months.

    However, the first class is also the top selected from various places, and An Yinong has always been in the middle.

    If inspiration comes, his literary talent will explode, and those articles will be posted. Every now and then, An Yinong would hide in his house, or quickly walk past the display column: the rainbows of his classmates were unstoppable, and the degree of shame was overwhelming.

    In addition, An Yinong's riding, archery, arithmetic, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are also remarkable, especially arithmetic, qin and painting, which are even more sacrificed Approved by the wine master.

    "However, there are shortcomings in the beauty."

    "What's missing?"

    The classmate smiled and glanced at An Yinong: "With such an elegant and handsome talent as Brother Nong, people used to throw incense sticks and flowers in the past, but there were no beauties in the house to add fragrance, but it was not enough. ?"

    "Of course, of course." Everyone knew that An Yinong was good-natured enough to joke around, and they all made fun of him.

    "Brother Haoran is wrong," An Yinong turned around holding the book, "Why don't I have a beauty to add fragrance? My beauty is in my house."

    Everyone laughed even more.

    Guozijian has always been a room for two people. In addition to the newly married roommates and necessary things, An Yinong's house has a tank of fish.

    "You have to say that the few goldfish in your house are beautiful, but they are not human, so they can't warm the bed for you. If the fish can really jump out of the pool and become a beauty, Brother Nongxian wouldn't dare to endure this icy muscle and jade bone, right?"

    And then there was another burst of 'you know I know' laughter.

    An Yinong smiled and shook his head, he said in his heart that it would be comfortable to touch the ice muscles and bones.

    Unfortunately, the sweetheart who has already communicated with each other is afraid that he will be close to his longevity. After a few years, it is to the level of affection and politeness. , are all helpless.

    Such an interesting and lovely person, how can his subordinates fear him like a tiger?

    In Guozijian, An Yinong's private life has become a topic of conversation.

    Except for a few talented young people, most of the students in Guozijian are married and have children, and An Yinong is a minority who is still single at marriage age.

    At first they thought he was up for sale, waiting for a wife to marry a high-ranking official, but where is An Yinong just not marrying a wife? He is not at all close to women or men, and he lives like a Taoist monk.

    Many people came to ask about this matter, and An Yinong told them:

    "The seventy years of my life are rare. Even if I can live to seventy, I have to subtract ten years of infirmity and ten years of infirmity, so there are fifty years left. These fifty years are still more Take half the sleep and rest, and that's twenty-five years left."

    "In just twenty-five years, apart from studying and studying, I still have to display my ambitions, and occasionally go out for an outing. It's not enough for myself. Where can I still have time to marry a wife and have children?"

    His delusions persuaded many people, and An Yinong's life was suddenly much cleaner - they finally stopped being curious about his sexual orientation and sexual needs from time to time.

    However, every ten-day vacation (one day off every ten days), his classmates will still actively pull him out, and it is a common thing to have a poetry gathering and a meal.

    His roommate pulled him out to the party again that day, and the two played until dark. At this time, there were no pedestrians on the street, only a full moon hung in the air.

    "Going to school full of alcohol, even if the teacher doesn't say it, others will say it." An Yinong walked by feeling the wall, he had to be careful not to run into the patrolling soldiers.

    "Come, come with me." Unlike An Yinong, who violated the rules for the first time, his roommate is an old fritter, and he knows the way. Under his leadership, An Yinong turned through several alleys and soon arrived at the back door of Guozijian.

    "Uncle Liu!" The roommate lowered his voice.

    After a while, a small wooden door was pushed open, and an old man with a lantern came out, his sharp eyes swept the two, and he muttered: "As soon as the ten-day holiday is over, so."

     "Uncle Liu, I brought you a roast chicken." Uncle Liu's expression became a little kinder, and he reached out to take the roast chicken. He was about to say something when a stench suddenly wafted.

    Looking along the source of the smell, I saw a man pushing a trolley in the alley, with several large wooden barrels on it, walking with difficulty in the cold moonlight.

    "Unfortunate, it's Ye Xianglang."

    Yexianglang is the person who comes to empty the toilet in the middle of the night. Because of the smell after work, and the smell is very strong, he is looked down upon by others and is a person with a lower status in the city.

    The roommate must hold his nose to avoid even if he is drunk, which shows the strong smell. An Yinong also retreated to the door, he was going to go back to take a good bath and get rid of the smell of alcohol on his body.

    "Chen Er, please move carefully, don't pour it out. If you leave the smell, I will find someone else to pour it." Behind him came the strange sound of the old man pinching his nose at the door.

    Chen Er? An Yinong turned back subconsciously.

    The small lantern shone on the man, but it was so far away that he could not see clearly.

     "Don't worry, Brother Liu, I will be very careful." The man who poured Ye Xiang's nods and bowed his head.

    "Yinong, why don't you leave?" The roommate in front called him.

    "Oh." An Yinong temporarily put aside the doubts in his heart and walked along the path to the bedroom.

    The next day he still thought about it, he thought that the man just happened to be called Chen Er, there are so many surnames Chen, anyone can be called Chen Er.

    After tossing and turning all night, on the third day he went to ask the old man who was the gatekeeper.

    "Chen Er? I don't know the specifics. I only know that he is a foreigner with a son of a gambler. What, what's wrong with this person?"

    "Oh, nothing." An Yinong shook his head.

    "Host, do you suspect that they are the original owner's father and cousin?" The system popped up.

    "Just wanted to confirm."

    Nine days later, the second ten-day break of this month, the local students all went home, and the non-local students also went out for a walk. An Yinong went out early in the morning. He followed the address he asked and headed north all the way.

    The capital can be roughly divided into four districts, the east is the residential area of ​​princes and high officials, the west is home to luxury businessmen, the south is the ordinary people, and the north is the poverty-stricken area.

    Chen Er lives in the north, where the rent is low, and there are the most three religions.

    Annon deliberately glued a beard to his face, and then walked into the most crowded area in the north.

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    In addition, there are few shops on both sides of the street, all are dilapidated and narrow houses, crowded together like fish scales.

    "Child, I want to ask you something." An Yinong stopped a few children running on the road. He took out a packet of maltose, "Who is Chen Er who poured Ye Xiang?"

    "You walk along this road, turn right at the third alley, and the second is the second one. Are you looking for his house to pour Yexiang? Be careful, my mother said that his son did not study well, I provoked the wicked." Under the temptation of maltose, several children talked about the location and spit out some gossip.

    An Yinong thanked them and went to Chen Erjia.

    He saw a somewhat dilapidated courtyard house, with clothes and some dry food drying in the courtyard, and people living on three sides.

    "Who are you looking for?" asked a woman sitting in the yard doing laundry. There were many basins of clothes next to the woman, all of which were blue-gray, and it looked like she was helping people wash their clothes.

    An Yinong looked around for a week, and suddenly saw a young man lying on a reclining chair outside the door of the west wing, with unshaven beard and sallow skin, with a crutch beside the chair. The young man was looking at this side with a fierce look on his face.

    The nephew of the Chen family, An Yinong recognized him at first sight, although he looked terrible, and every strand of hair was written with desolation and difficulty.

      starvation to die.

    At that time, these two people should not have imagined their own situation today.

    One is a gambler whose leg was broken because of debts, and the other is in the company of Yexiang, and is threatened from time to time, just for the nephew who 'passes the lineage'.

    "Who are you looking for?"

    "Sorry, I went wrong." An Yinong turned to leave, he didn't gloat or sympathize with misfortune, he only had peace after getting an answer: benevolence and benevolence, that's all.

    "What a freak."