Tongcheng has a more famous place in recent years, not because of its economy, nor in its snacks, but because of its college entrance examination.

For most of the country's senior high school students, the Tongcheng mock roll is comparable to the Huanggang dense roll.

Of course, these things originally had no impact on Zhou Ze, and his bookstore had long since gotten rid of its dependence on the "living business".

It has completed the upgrading and transformation of the industrial structure, and made money for the dead.

However, the fat man who came to find himself last time found himself again.

The purpose is very simple, the next semester is the college entrance examination semester, and the fat man plans to do another big one, doing a pirated secret volume business.

There should be many twists and turns, and there are even extremely intricate chains of interests, Zhou Ze is not very clear, in fact, Zhou Ze believes that Xu Le will not be clear.

The reason why the fat man planned to pull Xu Le into the gang last time and this time was completely because he wanted to use some of Xu Le's classmates' interpersonal relationships.

Xu Le is in the middle, in fact, he is a middleman who satisfies both parties.

Stupid don't pull,

But it's the most reassuring.

Piracy is an unavoidable obstacle in the current domestic social life, and even the so-called "copycat" culture derived from it seems to be vigorous and in full swing, and even began to gradually break away from the category of derogatory terms and began to develop into neutral words.

But saying a thousand things and ten thousand, it is illegal after all, although the current atmosphere makes this phenomenon almost universal, but if you are unlucky and really targeted, it is always a very troublesome thing.

Zhou Ze rejected the fat man, the fat man left a little sullenly, and the fat man who was standing at the door lit a cigarette and touched the gold chain where he dropped the gold dust.

Scolded:

"Sabi."

Zhou Ze continued to sit behind the counter and read a book, and the fat man's visit was nothing more than an episode in his life during this time.

As usual, the female corpse sat on a chair with her eyes closed after cleaning the bookstore, leaning against the wall, as if in a daze, as if she was sleeping.

The lives of the two of them are dyed with an atmosphere similar to that of an old lady's footcloth.

Zhou Ze was complacent, thinking of what he was most looking forward to in his previous life, that is, living in the way he is now, wasting time, wasting time, reading books, and being in a daze.

You don't have to be ready to face the emergency room at any time, and you don't need to push yourself to climb up little by little.

For the female corpse, she has been lying in the coffin for two hundred years, and she has long been accustomed to boredom and silence, and now, it is just a drizzle.

Compared with the bookstore's "calm as water", Xu Qinglang is much more motivated, he has a lot of money, and he doesn't have much pursuit of metaphysics, but thinks about how to make money and develop by his own ability.

Because of this, Xu Qinglang was very unhappy with the decadent style of the master and servant duo next door!

"Look at you, you're too lazy to be like a dead man every day." Xu Qinglang came over to smoke a cigarette after a busy day as usual, and brought some taunts to Zhou Ze by the way.

"I was meant to be a dead man." Zhou Ze waved his hand and spit out a puff of smoke rings.

"Look at you, a person who has lived for two lifetimes, and now he doesn't have much money in his hand, but I am a man with more than 20 apartments, and I am still working hard."

As usual, after belittling Zhou Ze, you have to brag about yourself.

Zhou Ze glanced at Xu Qinglang and said with a smile: "Are you preparing a dowry for yourself?" ”

"A dog can't spit ivory out of his mouth." Xu Qinglang raised his head and looked at the night sky (roof), "I want to live a more comfortable life when I retire in the future." ”

"More than 20 sets of yang houses have attracted the ghost lady to carry you back to the sedan chair to carry you back to get married, you work hard, make more money, buy more houses, next time you strive for what female ghost king or the like thinks that you are right, my ghost can also follow you to get clean.

Gou Fugui, don't forget it. ”

"Huh." The female corpse who was sleeping next to her was very cooperative with her boss.

"It's almost eight o'clock, I need to get ready." Xu Qinglang looked at the time and said.

"Do what?" Zhou Ze was a little surprised.

Under normal circumstances, Xu Qinglang rests early in the evening.

"Today is the day when the Temple of Literature opens, isn't it a few months before the college entrance examination, I have a relative in my hometown who has a child who will take the college entrance examination this year, and asked me to go to the Temple of Literature to help him burn incense."

"Are you willing to do this?" Zhou Ze knew Xu Qinglang's temperament, saying that he was indifferent and selfish, and he had passed a little, but he was too lazy to take care of anything other than making money.

"When I was a child, I ate his family's food and received relief from his family, otherwise I don't know if I would be able to live until the demolition, so this person has to pay it back." Xu Qinglang is serious.

"Hmm." Zhou Ze nodded.

"Why don't you go along?" Xu Qinglang suddenly invited, "Help me grab a piece of incense?" ”

"The Temple of Literature is also rare?"

"Hey, it's a good lottery, isn't it?"

"I don't have a lot of strength." Zhou Ze has seen how crazy those people who grab the incense are, he really can't eat it with his body, unless he uses his nails to open the way, but he can't put down the people around him, right?

"Please." Xu Qinglang pointed to the female corpse, "The strength is as big as an ox, help me carry a wave." ”

The female corpse frowned, ready to be sarcastic.

"Do you want to go out and walk around?" Xu Qinglang raised his eyebrows.

The words on the female corpse's lips were swallowed immediately, and she smiled like a flower for a while.

These days, she's never been out of the bookstore.

There is no way, Zhou Ze can only nod and agree, he is not worried about the female corpse running out alone, don't look at her now as a maid and maid as intimate and wishful, people's hearts are separated from their stomachs, not to mention zombies without "hearts"?

Zhou Ze even believes that if his ability disappears one day, the first person to eat up his flesh and blood may be the female corpse who is subservient to him.

The three of them took a taxi to the Temple of Literature, and it was an exaggeration to say that it was crowded with people outside the Temple, but it was also wrapped in three layers inside and three layers outside.

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world.

Xu Qinglang met with the relative and wife he said outside the Temple of Literature, two middle-aged people who looked loyal and honest.

Of course their son didn't come, everyone is now competing for a lottery, but no one really lacks the heart to believe that this can really be high school, and there are basically no people of student age on the scene, they should all study at home or something.

The Confucian Temple in Tongcheng is to "wash the door" after the New Year, as for why it is not placed in the New Year, it may be that the masters and masters in the Confucian Temple feel that it is a bit degrading to compete for incense with those cows, ghosts, snakes, gods, mountain spirits and wild monsters in the New Year.

It's better to be in the years later,

Seeing that you are sparsely populated in front of the door, and I have a cloud of believers here, I show B quality.

As for the specific reasons and the rest of the country, Zhou Ze is not clear, the meaning of customs is inexplicable rules, who can say clearly?

Just like the matter of kissing his daughter-in-law at the wedding of his father-in-law in a city next door to Tongcheng that has been boiling on the Internet for a while, it can still be related to the so-called customs, which is even more unreasonable.

"Squeak",

The mahogany door is opened,

For a while, the parents waiting outside turned into "fierce beasts" one by one and rushed into the Temple of Literature.

The female corpse took the lead, and Xu Qinglang followed closely with his relatives and couple, with Zhao Zilong's posture in Changbanpo.

Zhou Ze didn't follow to join in the fun, he just squatted on the curb outside the door and smoked.

Smoking and smoking, Zhou Ze unexpectedly found that the cigarette butt in his hand suddenly went out.

Zhou Ze ordered it again, but the next thing he smoked suddenly became tasteless.

"Huh." Zhou Ze threw down the cigarette butt and looked around, he knew that his cigarette was offered as incense.

Don't eat the fragrance, don't pay attention to the tribute,

Just to smoke this mortal cigarette alone,

I don't know which way it is.

Zhou Ze naturally did not have the anger of "Damn, he actually dared to rob Lao Tzu to smoke", he was a smuggler a month ago, and he became a temporary worker half a month later.

There is no "chicken dog ascending to heaven" and "this road is my way" Wang Baqi.

"Bang dang!"

A gong sounds,

On this night, it seems so abrupt and so harsh.

Zhou Ze followed the sound and looked over,

In the flower garden behind the Temple of Literature, a short dwarf old man came out, holding a gong in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth, and jumping out.

The old man also glanced at Zhou Ze deliberately, opened his mouth, and spit out a puff of smoke rings, as if to signal his gratitude to Zhou Ze for the cigarette roll.

Zhou Ze also smiled,

He lit all the remaining cigarettes with a lighter and placed them on the ground one by one, leaving only one to smoke himself.

Soon, the cigarettes on the ground were extinguished, and the old dwarf danced more happily, and seemed to be more and more pleasing to this junior who could do things, and his small pocket was bulging, and it should be full of cigarettes.

The dwarf old man opens the way with a gong,

Behind him, a group of people slowly followed.

It's not the parents who just crowded into the Temple of Literature,

It's a bunch of people in weird costumes.

The first few, lupine scarves, staggered, with a gray face, followed the old man's footsteps and walked forward slowly.

After that, there were two big greasy braids, with dull eyes, and they still followed the old man forward.

After that, some people began to wear more and more modern clothes, and the last few even wore modern clothes, no different from ordinary high school students.

But some of them had green faces, and some of them had broken skulls.

Out of professional habits, Zhou Ze quickly analyzed that the next few students were either poisoned or jumped to their deaths.

One of them, Zhou Ze, is a little familiar, as if he had seen his photos when he was watching the news a few years ago, because he played abnormally in a mock exam, and under pressure, he jumped off the building and committed suicide.

The old dwarf walked forward while beating the gong, and the group of "scholars and students" behind him followed them like marionettes.

They're like a parade,

Go around the Temple of Literature.

And nearby pedestrians,

Except for Zhou Ze, no one could see them.

"Bang!"

A gong sounds,

"You don't need to erect tall buildings to live in peace, there is a golden house in the book!" The old dwarf roared in a hoarse voice.

"Bang!"

Another gong sounded,

"Don't hate unscrupulous matchmakers when you marry a wife, there is Yan Ruyu in the book!"

The old dwarf man continued to shout.

After walking around the Temple of Literature three times,

This strange team slowly disappeared.

Shaoqing,

After the incense, the parents began to come out of the Temple of Literature,

They have satisfaction on their faces,

With anticipation,

With the eagerness of Jackie Chan.