This surnamed Duan is called "Eighth Master", of course, it can't compare to those famous leaders in the ranger world.

The fame is far worse than that of the fish's master who hides a knife in his stomach and smashes people with a piano

…… You said that you are a cook, you don't stew stupid fish well, and cross the border to do the killer work

No professional ethics, no attention.

……

What a wonderful thing it is to eat and drink in the world, and to enjoy food.

Now I'm scared to eat, and people don't say that the fish you make is not good.

Even a little bit of a complaint is normal...... It's a big deal that you scold him: You can do it, you do it!

It's like who criticized it in later generations, and was scolded by the Boxers - if you don't like it, just emigrate, it's good to leave! …… Isn't it that I am poor and untouchable?

Even if you secretly spit on the fish...... It's a bit too much to use a knife.

Duan "Eighth Master" doesn't seem to have any specific livelihood, but his business scope is extremely wide:

Housing intermediaries, land transactions, salt and iron import and export, logistics and trafficking, warehousing and farming, financial loans, human trade, and even county jails, dispute mediation, casino security, and places on small cards cover the hall......

These are all industries that this eighth master is involved in.

It is said that those who like to work overtime in the middle of the night "pick bamboo poles...... In the middle of the night, the third watch used a long bamboo pole to steal clothes and bacon from other people's yards.

The untechnical "Ding Dong" ...... Jumping into someone else's courtyard wall to steal something, jumping off the courtyard wall, everyone has to "ding dong", so this profession is called jumping ding dong.

Although jumping dingdong and picking bamboo poles both belong to the industry of "stealing", the means are different and the technical content is high and low - the social division of labor is becoming more and more subdivided.

The ...... of "Rolling the Old Sea" The bazaar sells dog skin plasters and all kinds of strange things that exaggerate the curative effect.

There are also those who take a broken knife on a country road and collect tolls without a license.

The boat went to the middle of the river and forcibly sold "Guest officer, do you eat pandao noodles or wonton noodles......

They all have to be attached to the name of this eighth master's business, otherwise in the boundary of Han'an County, it will be an "illegal business" and will be cleaned up.

……

If you can't solve it with the functional departments of the county temple, go to the eighth master; The souvenir of his first love that he can't find back is a souvenir for the thief Cao, go to find the eighth master! Where the ranger wants to cut himself, he must find the eighth master to solve it......

The ubiquitous and omnipotent Eighth Master is more spiritual than the rune water of the "Five Buckets of Rice Sect"; closer to the masses than Kong Erlengzi; More ...... than the monk on the mountain on the instep Black, darker in every way.

Believe in the eighth master, and get eternal life,

Find the eighth master and get peace.

……

Wen Cheng was shocked that a law-abiding baby like himself had an intersection with such a character...... It's an intersection.

The shopkeeper Li bowed to the eighth master: "How dare the villain disturb the eighth master, you use soup!"

I'm just here to buy some wheat cakes to fill up the few cheap things in my shop.

Eighth master, please use it slowly; Wenjun, you can use it slowly, so I'll leave. ”

After that, he turned to the shopkeeper and said, "Pu shop, sell me ten wheat cakes and a pot of three taels...... Half a catty of sheep soup, send it to Chongsheng Zhai, and the copper coin will be settled with you tomorrow! ”

That eighth master didn't look up, let alone look back, and said: "Pu Lao'er, let's just record the accounts of Shopkeeper Li in my name." The old rule, at the end of the month, there is a steward to settle with you! ”

Shopkeeper Li didn't dare to say again and again, Duan Baye smiled: "Hahaha, Shopkeeper Li is so noisy, why bother about the matter of two jujubes?" Hahahaha......"

The shopkeeper Li made another salute and went straight away.

Wen Cheng had already eaten and drunk enough, so he stood up, knowing that it was not his turn to pay the bill, and bowed his hand to Duan Baye: "Thanks to Duan Ye's expense, I should also go to the value, Duan Ye will use it slowly!" ”

The eighth master also got up and arched his hand: "Hahaha, Lord Wen is polite, I hope that Wen Jun will not give up in the future, and take care of someone Duan." Duan Mou has long wanted to be close to Wen Jun, but Wen Jun is busy with official business, but he wants to be able to get drunk with Wen Jun another day, which is Duan's luck! ”

The eighth master turned around and said to the shopkeeper: "Listen to Pu Lao'er, from now on, whenever Wenjun comes to Rudian, he should eat, and he will be recorded in a certain account!" Hugh's charge is half a copper coin. ”

Wen Cheng responded a few words, turned around and went to the county temple to be worthy.

When he went out, Wen Cheng thought to himself: He has no long things, no officials, no positions, no talents, and no wealth, why did he hand over this eight to himself in such a broken way?

I don't have big ears and I don't have long arms!

And in the bronze mirror, he doesn't seem to be able to see half of the king's spirit, not like a posture that can seduce heroes from all over the world

…… It is the charm that attracts heroes from all walks of life.

Is it possible to be struck by lightning, and can you still increase your character?

True evil.

If you can't figure it out, you don't want to, and it is estimated that you don't have many brain cells, so you have to save a little.

……

When he arrived at the county temple, Wen Cheng entered the Shuzuo public house...... In the side compartment next to it, his own copywriting is set up here.

The low case really gave Wen Cheng an urge to overturn it and split it, and he was guilty!

Kneeling on a two-foot-high desk to copy and use a knife to repair and scrape bamboo slips is not only technical work, but also physical work.

Wen Chengzhen didn't know if his bear waist could carry it until he was thirty years old

…… There is no male specialty in this world, "care for your health". Even if it's a Putian family, it's better than nothing!

Men, without waist strength, what sewing machines, pile drivers, all are bragging...... It's a boast on his lips, but he hasn't counted it in his heart?

I will give myself an angry scolding: What kind of strength are you still living!

Hey, I don't have that strength, so I don't dare to lift it. flipped the table, believe it or not, Kong Erlenzi really dared to beat himself to death with a few sticks:

What do you mean by this? Look down on me, the pride of the day, the romantic character on the "Time Magazine Monthly Review"?

Kittens and puppies are spoiled, even if they have a little temper, it is not a big problem;

If the kitten or puppy dares to lift the table, it is either stupid or a little too stupid.

It is clear that "I'm tired of living" to die in a fancy way.

……

Since you are sitting on this game table and know that you don't have many chips, you can only carefully take steps to accumulate strength.

In the end, he became a powerful big player.

I don't have that strength to participate in the formulation of the rules of the game.

Correct the mentality, and strive to make yourself seek the greatest benefit within the existing rules.

……

Wen Cheng was thinking about it, and the king of the assistant was the king of the officials, and he walked into the side door with square steps.

Wang Zuoyan is highly short-sighted.

Don't look at his usual efforts to open his eyes bigger than a bull's eye, if he really wants to see something clearly, he will squint his eyelids suddenly, and the bull's eye will instantly turn into owl eyes

…… Owl in the daytime.

I saw Wang Zuo touching it, shuttled to Wen Cheng, and the trick of turning the bull's eye into an owl's eye in seconds was staged again:

burying his head, like a turtle stretching its neck; Squinting his eyes, he slowly approached Wen Cheng, as if to determine the exact direction of Wen Cheng.

When Wang Zuo determined the exact location of Wen Cheng, he bowed his waist, and his head was a little bowed, and he buried it lower and lower.

The dark green veins on the neck, like the newly hatched black snake, twisted and writhed restlessly......

- You try to keep your head down while trying to keep your head up and look straight ahead;

Then he vigorously pulled his neck from the turtle neck into a duck neck, and saw what the blood vessels looked like

…… Like an earthworm that has just been dug up?

It is estimated that Wang Zuo is not very sure that the humanoid object in front of him is not the deity of Wen Cheng.

The tip of his nose came to Wen Cheng's face and identified it inch by inch.

The snort smelled terrible, like a jar of pickles that had not been opened for twenty years, and the lid was suddenly lifted

…… This guy has gingivitis. Wen Cheng thought very definitely.

"Ji Xi!" Wang Zuo spoke, and the five autumn queen flies that stayed on the table of Wen Cheng rolled around a few times.

Then he struggled to fly out of the window, stopped on the branch of the window locust tree, and hurriedly wiped his head and face with his front legs.

There are four of them...... Another one is estimated to have died on the spot - but also relieved, better than a living companion.

"Jixi, are you here?"

Wang Jun, you have carefully confirmed, can you wipe your saliva.

"Ji Xi, I've really worked hard for you for a while. Today, the official documents have been reduced a lot, so you don't have to suffer here, and go home to rest! ”

What does this mean, am I being fried octopus? Don't, even though the job pays a small fee......

I do my work in order to dedicate my light and heat, and I am willing to dedicate my youth! Don't talk about that blockage, it looks quite vulgar.

"Zuo Wangjun, what are you ......" Wen Cheng swallowed dryly, and he couldn't care about the ......, and he didn't notice the smell of abalone for a long time...... Everyone can get through it, and there is no reason why we can't hold on.

Wen Cheng continued: "Wang Jun, is there anything derelict about the villain? ”

"No, no!" Wang Zuo waved his hand again and again, and then spoke......