Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

Chapter 227

"Yes, I really want to become an immortal and live forever. Do you have a way to help me?"

Zhang Fengci was sitting in his rocking chair, drinking tea and talking about this again.

Child: “No.”

"Then why don't you work hard and tell me to eat well, so I can live a few more years."

He lifted up the newly bought fairy tale book on his lap and began to read it with great interest again.

The child was speechless and had to continue weeding.

He asked again: "What do you want to do?"

"Looking for my master and the others."

"Besides this?"

"do not know."

"Then get to work."

I don't know what else to talk about.

The child didn't move. He leaned on his hoe and said, "How about I become a constable? Or maybe I can find bones for people?"

Zhang Fengci: ...

"The first one at least gets you a bowl of official food, but what about the second one? Are you going to be a corpse driver?"

"What is a corpse driver?"

The child has never heard of it.

Zhang Fengci: "I'm a corpse finder. I use the corpse-driving method to send people who have died in foreign lands back to their hometowns. However, I often encounter zombies and strange things. There are a few books about this in the study. You can take a look. Don't damage them, or I'll beat you up."

"It's scary. I don't want to watch it." The child didn't appreciate it, nor did he want to be beaten.

Zhang Fengci: "Oh, isn't looking for bones scary? Isn't being a detective scary? You want to do those things, so why are you afraid of a few stories?"

"How can they be the same?" The child was not convinced.

Zhang Fengci: "What's the difference?"

She said seriously, "Sometimes the stories are more frightening."

Let her just look at those things. At most she will feel bloody, disgusted and scared. If she closes her eyes and doesn't open her eyes, she will forget about them in two days.

But the book also talks about how spooky it was and so on. I was scared at the time and didn’t think it was a big deal, but after reading it, whenever I encountered something, I couldn’t help but think of those stories.

Something that could have been forgotten in two days will become something that you will never forget in two years.

Zhang Fengci would not listen to her nonsense. He was a coward. If she wanted to watch it tomorrow, he would change his mind again.

The child doesn't like to lie, but she likes to change, likes to have wild thoughts, and is always different.

She used to think being a maid was pretty good, but now she wants to be a constable and a corpse driver.

"Come on, you have to do things one by one and eat one bite at a time. Once your brain gets excited, you start thinking about this and that. What can you accomplish? If I really ask you to go, maybe you will want to do something else.

Let me ask you, do you know what a constable does?"

"How should I not know? It's just catching thieves and collecting taxes, and patrolling the streets to stop fights." The child was in high spirits, so of course he was not convinced when he heard him say that.

Zhang Fengci nodded: "What else?"

"And..." The child hesitated, "and chopping off people's heads?"

"That's called an executioner." Zhang Fengci glared at her. "If you don't know, just say you don't know. How can you rely on Meng to do it? Let me tell you, there's also escorting official silver, beating gongs to clear the way, arresting people for service, oppressing the good, extorting money, and doing private things for superiors. Whether the job is easy or not depends entirely on the quality of your superiors. Let's not talk about the distant past, just take this murder case as an example. Do you know what will happen if the murderer is not caught?"

The child shook his head.

Zhang Fengci smiled coldly: "Either find someone to take the blame, or treat it as an unsolved case. If there are too many unsolved cases, the superior will be scolded, which will affect his career. The better ones will scold the subordinates and deduct some of their salaries. The worse ones will just take it out on their subordinates. If they don't like you, they may beat you up and dismiss you from your post.

The girl from the An family is doing so well, that's because she has her father above her. Who do you have above you? You don't even have a clan. The families of those yamen runners are either village heads or clan elders. They have good words and can get things done smoothly, but you have none of that.

If you really go to such a place, you will be responsible for all the hard work. If there is any crime, you will be the first to be blamed. There will be one or two people who look down on you and assign you some tasks at random. They can make things difficult for you just by saying hello to their subordinates. If you can't get things done on time, you can imagine what will happen.

For ordinary people to be in a place like that, they must have some extraordinary abilities. If you can see ghosts, that counts as something, but what else?

"Tong'er, nothing is easy in this world. Just stay in the mansion. What's mine will always be yours. If you go out, things will get worse."

Zhang Fengci was very familiar with her, and what he said was from the bottom of his heart.

The child was not so ungrateful, but he was still hit hard.

"So I'm so useless..."

Zhang Fengci: "What are you talking about? What is useful and what is useless? If something is difficult, then it is useless? Then everyone in this world is useless."

He softened his tone again:

"It's not that you're useless, it's just that you could live a simpler and more comfortable life. Why do you have to rush to suffer?

If you like something, just join in the fun. If you really do it, you will only suffer endlessly. Isn't it better to live a little easier?"

"Of course!" the child said without hesitation.

"Then let's get to work." Zhang Fengci stood up and lay back down.

The child nodded and worked hard to weed.

Zhang Fengci glanced at her while flipping through a book: This child is so easy to fool.

What he just said was indeed for her own good, but he also had selfish motives.

Firstly, she's working as a constable, so how could she have time to come often? Not to mention whether the vegetables can grow well, he's already used to it. It would be awkward to have someone missing in the noisy house.

Secondly, if she really does something good, gets promoted, pays off her debts, and then leaves for another place and never comes back, he won't miss her, but he will miss the vegetables she grows.

He is so particular about the food that he even wonders if it can understand human language. It is not easy to find good food. Even if it is easy to find, he may not like it.

So she'd better stay quiet.

It's good now.

Seeing that she was very sad, Zhang Fengci stopped being stingy and gave the child several interesting books. None of them was about corpse-driving, but he loved reading those books too.

The protagonist is either a maid or a servant... The strange things they encounter either happen in the mansion or at home, so they don't have to go out much.

The child had not seen it yet, so he could not understand his "hard work" for a while.

But after she went out with the book and was blown by the night wind, she still felt something was wrong.

There is a difference between seeking hardship and having to endure it.

She would naturally avoid the latter, but not necessarily the former.

Of course she could live a simpler life, but what if she wanted to live a harder life?

What does she want?

"I don't want to." The little boy and the child who appeared said in unison.

Child: ...Why did I suddenly think of it when she yelled?

Oh, I just love going against her.

The child reached out and pushed her away, then ran into the night without looking back.

It's very foggy tonight and a bit cold.

Little boy: "You pushed me, apologize to me."

Child: "Who cares about you? I'm freezing to death. I need to go home quickly."

"Go home...it's time to go home."

"It's time to go back."

"Where is my home?"

"Why can't I find my home?"

"Little girl, could you please help me find it?"

There was a shadowy figure standing not far away in the fog, and suddenly started talking.

Who is it? Is it Xu Cong?