The man at the table with the big man was a middle-aged man with a steady appearance, and he frowned and said, "I respect General Tianshi, his fierce loyalty is beyond our reach, but it is a pity that the prestige that General Tianshi has accumulated over the years has been ruined by that loser."

If I had such an unscrupulous descendant, I would have beaten him to death a long time ago, and he would have humiliated his family and ruined his family."

"But what do you see Zhong Tianmao do? Xiao Tong bought one after another, and let his grandson torture and kill people, the case files of the Living Yama King in the yamen have accumulated a foot high, if it weren't for the fact that General Tianshi still has a five-grade idle post on his body, the Living Yama King would have been thrown into the prison a long time ago, and the sentence of exile for 3,000 li would be light. ”

"Now the people in the town Yazi meet the people of the Zhong family and walk around, last time his old housekeeper Zhong Ping went to Renyazi, picked a good person, and didn't buy it yet, the two children committed suicide by taking poison, and then Renyazi didn't dare to let Zhong Ping pick someone, and sent him away like a plague. ”

"But no, I've also heard about this, and now the Tianshi General's Mansion has posted an announcement on the outer wall, recruiting a personal servant for the living Hades of his family, fifty taels a month, and he can also be personally instructed by the Tianshi General in the martial arts and the art of war, and it has been posted for half a month now, and it is said that no one has gone to apply yet. ”

"Those who can live, who is willing to let their children accompany the living Hades, and those who can't live will not go, they will die anyway, and no one wants to die without a dead body. ”

Zhen Duoduo sighed, the reputation of this living Hades is really amazing, if she is a little more enthusiastic, she will want to eliminate harm for the people.

Zhen Duoduo slapped the table, "Let's go, let's go to the Zhong Mansion to enlist!" Zhen Duoduo's actions provoked the two officials at the adjacent table to look at him with pity, this kid looks good, but unfortunately he is a sick brain.

Zhen Duoduo and Mo Twelve didn't live in the store, the two sold their horses, and one came to Zhongfu with a sword.

Zhongfu is located on the periphery of Yu'an Town, the place is quite large, with a radius of more than 500 meters, but it looks very dilapidated, and the small low wall less than two meters high encloses Zhongfu.

The walls are overgrown with wild grass, the stone lions at the main entrance are neglected, full of old ash and dirt, the door paint of the gate has been peeled off in half, and the bronze nails on it are tinged with patina.

The dilapidated strength of the Zhong Mansion, Zhen Duoduo was a little suspicious that Zhong Tianmao would not be able to pay the monthly money of fifty taels per month. However, it doesn't matter if you can't afford it, just hire someone to pay off the debt, hehe.

The gatekeeper of Zhongfu is a short old man, the old servants brought by Zhong Tianmao from Kyoto, Zhen Duoduo and Mo Twelve knocked on the door of Zhongfu, and as soon as they said what they wanted, the old man guarding the door looked at the two of them.

A rude man in his thirties, carrying a sword wrapped in rags.

A handsome young man of seven or eight years old, holding a black sword, can be mistaken for a burning stick if he doesn't look closely.

These two don't look like the people who came to apply for the cooks and personal servants, but let the master decide.

In the courtyard of Zhongfu, the stone path is full of broken branches and leaves, and the pillars are full of chaotic climbing vines, and if you are not careful, you will hang your clothes when walking, Zhong Ping explained embarrassedly, "There are few servants at home, and it is too late to clean up." ”

Zhong Ping took the two into the Jingxin Garden, this courtyard is Zhong Tianmao's residence, the living room is not as bankrupt as the courtyard, the windows are bright and clean, and the Tiens general Zhong Tianmao is sitting on the main seat with a restrained expression.

Zhong Tianmao is a middle-aged man who is nearly fifty years old, with a small beard, thick eyebrows raised like a sword, and his eyes are still resolute.

His whole person feels like a sword with radiant light, once unsheathed, it will be sharp, and he can make the enemy behead with his momentum alone.

Zhong Tianmao Zhong sat on the chair with his back straight, a thin quilt on his lap, looked at Zhen Duoduo and Mo Twelve with a scrutinizing face, and focused on their weapons, this is because there are too many people who have been slaughtered by him, and the people sent to test him are carrying weapons without disguise. Electronic Chinese Network

"Cook, personal boy?" Zhong Tianmao's voice was low, like a question, and like muttering to himself.

Mo Twelve stepped forward and replied, "Yes." ”

"Uncle Zhong, take them down, go to the next yard and pick a room for them, and the kitchen will be handed over to ...... in the future."

"I'm a big tiger, this is my younger brother's tiger head" Zhen Duoduo grinded his teeth, this Mo Twelve, who is not beaten, won't it sound better if he uses a fake name?

"Well, I'll leave it to the big tiger, let the tiger head take care of Young Master Sun. ”

Zhen Duoduo frowned, is this Zhong Tianmao too hasty, leaving people without even asking their names, and handing over such an important place in the kitchen to a stranger, it is really too easy for a cook to do something.

The two did not meet the legendary living king Zhong Lexin. Zhong Ping led them to the courtyard next to the main courtyard.

There is a wooden plaque hanging on the door of the courtyard that has fallen off half, and it says "Qingfeng Yuan" on it, the name of the courtyard is good, and when I see the situation in the courtyard, Zhen Duoduo decisively has a bad review.

The doors of the six houses were ajar, and the broken window paper made a rippling sound in the wind.

Fifty meters square courtyard, except for two sparse rows of small vegetable seedlings, the rest of the place is half a person high withered thatch, the roots of the withered thatch and send out green low sprouts, this yard has not been cleaned up for many years, it looks like a deserted house and a haunted house.

Mo Twelve pushed the door, and the door slammed to the ground, instantly like a thousand horses in dust, and he couldn't even see the opposite side.

Zhong Ping covered his mouth and nose and coughed, turned his head to see that the tiger head and the big tiger had retreated outside the courtyard gate, and the reaction was fast enough.

Zhong Ping wanted to explain a few sentences and cover up a little, but these two people didn't throw him alone and ate a stomach full of dust, and besides, they were two fine works, sooner or later they had to let Young Master Sun throw them out, what was the point of talking nonsense with them.

Zhong Ping simply didn't care, "You clean up the house, and the big tiger cooks at night"

Zhong Ping stared and waited for him to agree, but Mo Twelve forgot that he had casually obtained a fake name, Zhen Duoduo kicked him, and he still didn't react.

Zhen Duoduo showed his little white teeth and smiled, "My brother is a bit of a tiger, and his reaction is half a beat slow, but he is very good at cooking, you can wait, and I promise to do it well." ”

Zhong Ping squinted at the two of them, and worked carefully, not even remembering the name he made up, it was really bad.

Mo Twelve followed Zhong Ping to get the cleaning tools, as well as a big knife, Mo Twelve wanted a sickle, Zhong Ping said no. threw him such a big knife, saying that it was a weapon used by his master before.

This is a thick-backed machete, the back of the knife is more than an inch thick, the blade is more than three feet long, the tip of the knife is slightly reversed, the blade is like a mirror, flashing with a stunning cold light.

The wooden handle is more than a foot long, which can be grasped by both hands, and a fusiform cloth pendant falls on the handle. The hilt and pendant had been stained black with blood.

This knife once followed its master into battle and fought in the bloody rain, but now it was handed over to Mo Twelve, what does it represent?