Chapter 110
"Okay..."Zhong Sannian pursed his lips, the man in black was indeed more lively than before, but his treatment had not improved.
As far as the eye can see, the old books are listed among them, and the age can no longer be seen clearly under the pressure, and some yellowed and blackened pages fully reflect the course of the era.
Some of the characters are not the fonts I recognize, and the eyes can see the seal script used in ancient times.
Zhong Sansan: "Boss, I think you should beat me into pieces, I don't know anything on it!" ā
The man in black slapped his head, "With the advancement of modern science and technology, a lot of APPs can translate the words on it, don't be lazy for me, hurry up!" ā
Zhong Sansan: "... Oh. ā
I don't know if my psychology is too peculiar.
Dressed in a black cloak and roller skating, an unknown demon floats in a small grocery store that refuses to give even the sun's rays, and asks himself to use a modern mobile phone app to translate a centuries-old ledger.
This taste...
Tut.
Magnificent modern technology!
Magnificent mobile phone translator!
Zhong Sannian took pictures with his mobile phone all the way, and really translated the general project.
"Nanshan Gardenia, I request to get the fragrance of the flowers forever after three hundred years, and pay half of the payment in advance."
"Oh." The man in black held milk tea in the corner and replied casually: "Don't worry about this one, he's gone." ā
Zhong Sannian silently turned his head and calmly observed his boss.
"How?"
"Boss, please let me live the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, can you take out the things he needs at that time?"
"yes." The man in black said indifferently: "In that era, there was a turbulent life, there was no tomorrow today, and it was delayed for a while, and there was a lot of work that didn't have to be given, so I wanted to live if I saved costs." ā
Black-hearted boss.
You were so serious before you lost...... Wait a minute?
Was this buddy passing by before? It's just that you can't speak, and you can walk into weird embarrassments every time, okay?
No, it's that this person is very embarrassed as a whole, wearing a very serious outfit, adding a layer of mystery.
"Someone said that you have a very simple expression and can see everything you are thinking?"
"Boss, I was wrong!"
"Work hard." The man in black's voice was low, and the four words seemed to turn around the other party's lips, different from other words, magnetic and attractive, making people's hearts skip a beat.
"Yes!"
Zhong Sannian contained the smile on the scene, turned around and continued to translate.
Carefully record the accounts in the book, most of the accounts have long been eliminated, and a few have been eliminated.
The few cumbersome things that the translator has checked are indeed a little dizzy, and sorting out a few kinds of information and dividing them into different colors is also a little annoying.
Spanning hundreds of years, all kinds of old customer information has to enter, and there is a slight gap in the same look, so it has jumped the order of the era and has to start again.
If it's rare, it's just that the accumulation of time is not less than thousands of century-old customers.
If it is too long, there are even a few who ask for it alone, and the plainclothes can be filled with two books.
Zhong Sansan: Now I really understand what it means to live a long life, and I can meet anything.
Wait a minute? Why would I be able to encounter such a thing after I lived so long?
The vicissitudes of life reveal unspeakable sadness.
Zhong Sannian contained a tear of tears, tightly recording the ledger beyond the imagination of his own time.
And I deeply realized that the boss I knew, how did he cheat his father's goods?
clearly wrote the work that could be completed in a day in his account book, and dragged others for hundreds of years, dragging other people's employers to death, and this job was not given.
even shamelessly wrote how much money he made here.
Do you dare to be a little more shameless?
Zhong Sansan's face turned over to the other side with a deep face.
'Qingyue Zhenren and I customized a hundred spice soft light blue beads, a deposit of two catties of silver tickets, and three demon pills.
I have it on hand now, but I'm going to give it to him in seven hundred years when he's dead. ā
Zhong San: "......"
I don't know if it's because of my simple heart, there are some hallucinations, and I always feel that I have gone to something terrible.
May I ask God, I owe a debt to this kind of person, can I still have room to go out in this life?
I feel that after I die, I will continue to stay here with a temporary mentality to work for this big brother. I even have to make milk tea for him every day.
"How?" When the man in black saw that Zhong San's whole person was stuck there, he asked curiously, "Don't you know?" ā
"Nope." Zhong Sannian had too many things to say and too many ideas to express, but when it came to his lips, he acted it hard.
It's just a simple and elegant state, looking at each other heavily, through the deep taste of the pitch-black cloak, "Boss, two catties of silver tickets... What is it? ā
The man in black was stunned when he heard this, "What silver ticket?" ā
Zhong Sansan took the account book in his hand, "Qingyue Zhenren put a bead on his head back then, and the price given was a silver ticket of two catties." ā
She pressed her saliva heavily, and asked with a little awe, "How much is the exchange for two catties of silver tickets?" ā
The man in black quickly shook over, took the account book in his hand and looked at it carefully.
The pages of the ledger shook rapidly, and the old paper could no longer withstand such a heavy blow, and some paper ink was slightly spilled.
Zhong Sannian sat aside and moved silently to the side.
In these mockery... No, with a caring look, he looked over, "What's wrong with the boss?" Is it a loss? According to what is written in the ledger, you did not give things to the past. ā
The originally hoarse voice of the man in black is now even more vicissitudes, and the roughness of time is tightly wrapped around the other party's throat.
"Zhong three years..."
"Hmm."
"I haven't redeemed the silver ticket ......"
Well? Well!
Zhong Sansan's whole body jumped up, "What? Two pounds of silver tickets, you just let it go bad? ā
The man in black swung twice in confusion, "IāI'm very careful to save it." ā
"Ahh
Zhong's mouth grew up for three years, and there was no way to hide the shock of his heart, he looked directly at the other party, and after a long while, he held the table on the side and sat down slowly.
Two pounds of silver tickets.
A piece of silver or two, this can be piled up into a hill.
She hadn't seen much of the world, she only felt a sense of distress, and she slammed on the heart of her little money fan.
Even if it's not your own money, it hits the depths of your soul deeply.
The man in black showed the same signs, and the whole person was in a trance, and he kept spinning.
His steps were fluttering, and a sleek sound could be clearly heard, and the sound of rattling on the old wooden planks quickly turned to the side.
There were a few traces at the bottom of the old wooden cabinet, and some of them were gently lifted upwards to reveal a small door half a meter high, at most only half a meter high.
The man in black bent down, his shoulders shrunk inward, and he barely managed to get through the small hole.
Zhong Sannian was a little bit of a god at this moment, and he followed the other party's figure and took a look.
I only listened to the sound of the small hole, turning back and forth, and the eyes projected into it were only pitch black, and I couldn't see any color at all.
The musty smell quickly wafted in, but it was only superficial, as if it were a layer of isolation.
Zhong Sannian squatted next to the small hole, only to see that there seemed to be a layer of black mist swirling in it.
There was a hazy drift in the black mist, and a pitch-black cloak emerged from it.
And with the swaying of the cloth, it also really protects the other party, and the fact that the soles of the feet are stepping on a roller skate.
He hugged a wooden box and paused for a moment.
The wooden box and its delicate carved flow pattern are carved in the most of the glass.
The painting is attached to the begonia painting on the diamond, carved several times of gold and silver thread, slightly exuding a little brilliance.
There is a poem carved next to it, but the language in it is not something that I can understand.
Zhong Sansan only looked at the carving technique, which was magnificent, and he couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, it must have come from everyone's hands.
The man in black put the box on the table a little fluctuatingly, took out a small key from his sleeve, and flicked it in slightly.
Zhong Sansan walked over and took a look, and a thick stack of silver tickets was placed in the middle, slightly exuding a slight smell of ink.
The traces of time did not leave any mark on this paper, but took the initiative, the initial appearance was generally fresh and elegant, still maintaining the appearance of the distance, and three small beads of brilliance were placed next to it.
She took her phone and translated the text.
"I'll go! A thousand taels more than 700 years ago? ā
Zhong San's barren IQ was a little calculated, and looking at the thickness of it, he couldn't help but gasp, and took a few steps back in a row before he barely stabilized his fragile heart.
The man in black leaned on the wardrobe and slammed his head hard.
"I originally thought that it would all be exchanged in a few days, but I forgot about this stubble for a while, but when I thought about it, there was no longer this age!"
Zhong Sannian hurriedly pressed his heart, barely flattened, and stabilized a trembling breath.
A monstrous wealth is in front of us, but it has long been extinguished in the torrent of time and cannot be touched.
What kind of psychological preparation is this?
She stepped forward and took a slight look.
The paper was as new as new, took out a piece of paper, and gently shook the face, and the sound of pimples still rang in his ears.
"Come on, you can't buy an antique if you want to."
'Bang'
The man in black slammed it heavily next to the wooden cabinet, "It's because I'm confused, I have to keep it well, for fear that it will break, and now I can't even sell it for this time." ā
"Boss, if you smash this cabinet down again, the store that was not rich will be even worse."
As he spoke, Zhong Sannian stretched out his hand and put his hand on the other party's shoulder.
"Don't touch me."
Just caught the edge of a cloth, and the man in black quickly shook his shoulders to avoid the touch.
Zhong Sannian looked at him a little dumbfounded, and quietly stretched out his hand back, "Boss? ā
The man in black paused slightly, "No... Hurry up and do your thing. ā
His hand pointed to the side indiscriminately, "The ledger and many things over there need to be recorded, hurry up and finish it, don't leave work if you don't finish it." ā
Zhong Sansan felt the awkward and suffocating atmosphere at the moment, and nodded seriously.
Walking slowly with small steps, he returned to his original position.
Zhong Sannian swept slightly, and on his side there were still the ledgers like mountains and seas, and there were many small bits and pieces among the little doves underneath.
"Alas!"
It's not your problem to think about what to do so much, but now you have to think about how to complete your heavy workload, which is the most serious thing.
Quickly throwing out the things that had stayed in his mind, Zhong Sansan reinvested himself in the endless record.
The man in black stood on one side, waited for a long time, slowly fluttered to his original position, folded his hands in the depth and quietly put his head to the heart, and waited silently.
The accounts that have been left behind by the heavy history, the ups and downs of the years, and the accumulated handwriting.
As a young man who only lived to be in his 20s, Zhong Sansan had to hold his mobile phone and translate slowly, talking about the accounts that were still in it and re-recording.
I have to say that it is a big project, cumbersome and annoying.
Most of them have paid the deposit in advance, and a shot has been spent for thousands of years, and it is a trouble to find the corresponding arrogance, and many people simply have no results.
Fortunately, those who were forcibly consumed to death had already been marked by the man in black himself, and they could naturally be eliminated.
Zhong Nian recorded the ledger he stayed in, dizzy and uncomfortable.
I don't know how long it took, the sight in front of me was so angry that I couldn't see what words were written by my hands anymore, and my wrists had already stiffened to a certain arc, and it was even difficult for me to control and twist them back.
Stopped the pen in his hand, shook his stiff arm hard, couldn't help but take a few breaths of cold air, and gently pressed his temple.
Zhong Sannian leaned back, carrying the old back of his chair, and looked back slightly at the bits and pieces placed in the small cubicle below.
He pulled out a small round bead, and there was an object like a table lamp under it.
Put it under the pen and smell it gently, and the indifferent fragrance is wrapped around the tip of the nose.
It seems that some strange aromas have always emanated from a distance, and when they have not been taken out of their respective insistences, they have not felt the slightest taste, but now they seem to disperse when they are touched slightly.
I can't tell what kind of floral fragrance it is, it seems that thousands of kinds are superimposed on each other, wrapping around my side and refusing to move away.
Zhong San's tired fingertips gently swept across the brilliance above, "Huh? ā
"How?"
The man in black's heavy, somewhat hoarse voice, slightly muffled, asked, "Is there something wrong?" ā
Zhong Sansan turned around and saw the other party nestled in the chair, and did not see anything wrong.
She just smiled and said, "No, I just suddenly remembered that this is the flower bead I heard before, right?" ā
Man in Black: "Hmm. ā
A smile appeared on the corner of Zhong Sannian's mouth, slightly gentle.
This boss is really a wonderful character.
Talking about consuming the other party to death, isn't it actually still making these objects?
Come to think of it, the man in black also thought that at a certain moment, the person who had made a deal with him thousands of years ago would be able to come and take away what originally belonged to them.
Waiting quietly in this old grocery store, a person has passed thousands of years, and there is only a trace of him alone in the torrent of time and space.
The light did not give more than half a point, and only when they were wide open did a little sunlight shine in, but it was only slightly stained with a little brilliance.
The man in black may have longed for the warmth of a light from the bottom of his heart at some point, but he has never stepped into his grocery store.
Making barbaric accounts, waiting for deliveries hundreds of years later, is not in the end of a ruthless history to leave a shackle for itself.
I thought that hundreds of years later, he would see his former guest again.
In the course of his life, he has traveled too much time, and the guests he has talked to many times are just passers-by in the blink of an eye during his long journey.
Give the handmade boutique to the other party, and the agreement of a hundred years ago has been finally certified.
Isn't it a kind of romance?
Isn't it indescribable suffering.
Zhong Sansan's fingertips gently crossed the beads, soft and affectionate, and the lines of his fingers seemed to contain the fragrance of a hundred flowers, slowly impregnating into the skin.
It's a pity that the person who was set hundreds of years ago didn't have the fate to take it.
The promises that were once made were deeply engraved in the handwriting, and those that remained in my heart forever fell through once again, and were reduced to ashes under the passage of time.
I don't know if the treasure has a spirit, but I know that the expectations I once had to fall apart now.
Do you know that you can only accompany the person who made it, waiting for the passage of time in this small grocery store?
I don't know what kind of existence the reality is, whether there is a real experience, but is it like a particle slowly walking by?
"What are you stupid about?" The man in black asked in a hoarse voice.
Zhong Sansan shook his head, "No, I think about it casually, don't worry too much." ā
He put the beads back on, and the little doves beside him tapped over them.
Zhong Sannian suddenly found that there are many things that can be matched with the number in the ledger.
There are even too many of them in that ledger, between the old fonts, the familiar pages have long been yellowed, the black and the ink have been fused together, and the people in black have crossed out with their own hands, and the people who were originally scheduled have long since died, and the things they want are still here.
The treasure, which once paid an expensive price, hides among this little pigeon, soberly waiting for the secret of time.
Calm and calm, it can never appear.