After dawn, Zhou Qingfeng returned home with the Traction Record.The king behind him was trembling, footsteps.Usually he saw that the patrolman was not afraid, and now the hatred of the head down could not find a hole to hide - the stick he struggled to knock on, and the back of Li Er's head was broken, and the skin was finished on the spot.

When Zhou Qingfeng left the library in the morning, Li Er's body was still lying in the street, and the brushing of the back of his head left a place.The occupants of the street were neither surprised nor happy about it, but avoided it a little, as if it were a dead dog, or invisible.

The broken silver touched from Li II was given to Wang Kunpeng, but Wang Kunpeng himself confiscated it, but secretly threw it to the widow's house that was bullied.After he lost the silver, he came back to Zhou Qingfeng and said, "The widow sat in the hall and wept, and the clothes were raging and poor."I said a few words through the door, and I didn’t know if she listened.

Less than a month after her death, the man suffered this disaster, and none of the neighbors around her came out to help.If Li Li was allowed to win, she could only hang himself.And if she hangs herself, her children will not live."

“What are you afraid of now?”Zhou Qingfeng did not have a good kick in Wang Kunpeng, "You have done a good deed, a great good deed."You have avenged the people who have been bullied by Li II in the past, saved the widow family, and even saved the people who will be bullied by Li II in the future.Keep your head up, you're a hero now."

"I am afraid of the government..." Wang Kunpeng followed Zhou Qingfeng, holding a low voice and saying: "Li Er can run for many years, and has a little relationship with the adults in thousands of households."He has a lot of dog friends.”

“Do thousands of adults care about a dead dog?”Who knows if you killed it?Shut up later.”Zhou Qingfeng said, "Remember, you are a big hero, and the big hero should not be afraid."

After the king's peng, Zhou Qingfeng also came home.I asked my mother, the servant's wife, and learned that last night, Gu Yuanwei and Yang Jane had returned, but they did not return for a while and left, and even did not care that Zhou Qingfeng was not at home at all.Contact with the girl in the library last night, this cheap master in Fushun's communication is afraid that it is difficult and not much progress.

For what happened to the valley, Zhou Qingfeng was not empty and could not manage.He only has a headache that his strength is too weak, last night to deal with only brute force of the skin to rely on Wang Kunpeng, if you meet the chasing him of the black woman - that the girl is beautiful and strong enough, is too hard.If he really wants to meet, he can only lead the neck and kill.

Wang Kunpeng mixed up with breakfast and left, said last night was trapped, today's holiday can not accompany reading.Zhou Qingfeng knew that the young man was scared, and let him go.He slept all morning and got up in the afternoon to study the piece of paper that had been taken from Li II.

"Towing catalogue" so that Zhou Qingfeng has the ability to open the eyes of the sky, the air-distinger machine.But the spiritual force is not enough, each time after the opening of the last ten minutes to maintain, this ten minutes Zhou Qingfeng can see the relationship and blurred direction of many people and things.What attracted him at the moment was the piece of paper that radiated lavender, which represented a small opportunity in front of him.

The ghost painting on the piece of paper painted something, which should be Li Er's own graffiti without understanding.Zhou Qingfeng tried to identify the meaning of it, but he wanted to break his head and couldn't think of what was painted on the piece of paper?Three-year-olds are better than this Li two painting.I didn't think about it for a long afternoon, so Zhou Qingfeng could only put down the paper for a while.He has a problem to solve, and he has no money.

The big husband can't have no money for a day, and yesterday Zhou Qingfeng also held a huge sum of two hundred silver coins.This silver can be exchanged for the ability to "open the eyes of heaven" is naturally a great profit, but it also makes him poor.

Asking Gu Yuanwei for money is unlikely, not to mention that this cheap master is very stingy, Zhou Qingfeng is not willing to control each other's economic ability, after all, "eat people's mouths are short, take people's hands short."Men still have to make their own money.

“Young master, what are you going to eat at night?”In the evening, the mother-in-law of the servant came in and asked, “Do you still eat roast chicken?”

Being able to serve Zhou Qingfeng is a pretty good job in Zhang Mom.This young master treats people and is generous, and he loves cleanliness too much.Not only does he love clean himself, but he must also love clean with his mother - the ancients did not have the habit of washing their hands after going to the toilet, and sometimes they paid attention to "not clean, eat without disease", which is absolutely intolerable for Zhou Qingfeng.

However, there are Zhou Qingfeng such demanding masters, even Zhang Ma feels that they are a little decent.When she first came, she deliberately wore good clothes, and Zhou Qingfeng disliked her clothes on the spot, and paid for her to get her "work clothes" and several sleeve aprons.The cotton overalls that cost five cents to make the eyes of the surrounding neighborhoods all glancing out.

Zhang Mom came in and asked what he ate for dinner, Zhou Qingfeng thought about eating too much meat in recent times, and replied, "Eat lightly tonight, fried a green vegetable, and made an egg soup."

Hearing that Zhou Qingfeng did not eat meat, Zhang Ma was very disappointed.The young master eats too picky, and there is always a lot left in each meal.For example, a whole fish only eats fish, and the fish head tail is definitely left.Eat a chicken is also the same, chicken head chicken neck chicken claw chicken ass do not, even the chicken skeleton is too lazy to nibble.There is more food leftover every day, and the young master does not care.

Every time Zhou Qingfeng cleaned the table, Zhang Ma always brought home the leftovers with soup and water.Several of her children relied on eating the leftovers of the young master, and these days there was some oil on their faces, and they looked at people with joy.Hearing that tonight does not eat meat to eat green vegetables, Zhang Ma will be "green vegetables have what is delicious, eat too much face and vegetables leaves like green."

When the meal is ready, in front of Zhou Qingfeng is a bowl of radishes, a bowl of beans.Although it is a vegetable, it is also fried in lard, and it is very fragrant.Zhou Qingfeng did not eat rice to eat millet porridge, which also made Zhang mother complain behind the scenes.The servant woman was not qualified to eat at the table with the master's house, and when Zhou Qingfeng finished her in the study, she called her to clean up.

When he was cold when he packed up, he saw that Zhou Qingfeng was looking at a piece of broken paper, and Zhang Ma smiled: "Young master, your literate family, how about we are like we are blindly accounting?"

“What... accounting?”Zhou Qingfeng opponent in the piece of paper looked at an afternoon without a clue, listening to Zhang mother said is "accounting", he hurriedly turned to ask: "What account is recorded above?"

“Look at my wife, I’m going to be wrong.The young master can write like this, and naturally can't record the circle of the same as us.I really should fight!”Mom was smoking her mouth.Zhou Qingfeng's small face sighed, "Okay, tell me what is written on this paper?"

"This should be the gambling debt owed by the family, and the bet is also drawn."Zhang Ma pointed to the circle on the paper and said, "I owe a dozen or two silver coins."She pointed to the black ink point under the circle and said, "This is a handprint."

You are a sister!

This painting is more impressive than Impressionism, if you do not understand people, who knows is a note?

“Can you see who owes it?”Zhou Qingfeng continued to ask.

"This . . . ." Zhang Ma hesitated a little, "the city's lending is not easy to mess with the skin, can owe more than a dozen or two is not a good family."The sign on this picture looks like the Zhao Temple of the East Dragon King Temple in the city."

“The temple?”

"It is said that it is a temple blessing, in fact, it is the head of a group of beggars."On weekdays, you cheat the city, turn the girls, collect and sell the stolen goods, and do too many evil things.Even our family was pitted by him a few years ago, and the hatred of this was huge.But it is said that he climbed the relationship with thousands of Chinese adults, and there are more than a dozen of the men who can fight, naturally no one can care."

"Since your family has a vendetta with Zhao Temple, can you ask Zhao Temple to wish for silver?"

"The young master is a high-ranking person who cultivates the fairy, and you can shoot naturally."In exchange for our helpless little people, we will be beaten by the Zhao Temple."

Listening to Zhang Mom's explanation, Zhou Qingfeng already knew in his heart.Although he has no money in his hand, he does not attach much importance to more than a dozen silver coins.However, according to the "traction catalogue", allowing Zhou Qingfeng to see purple items is certainly of special use to him.Behind this shiny purple piece of paper, there may be something else waiting for Zhou Qingfeng.

Among them, the air engine traction makes Zhou Qingfeng have a full expectation of the final items he can get, and he is now too in need to strengthen his strength.

“Mom, can you help me get these two dollars back?”

“Young master, you are making fun of me, woman.”I can't, of course."

“Can you help me find someone to do this?”

"If the young master wants these ten or two silver coins, please the master of the house or the young master out of the horse, he should also spread a word."Why bother me?”

The so-called "grandfather" and "little master" are Zhou Qingfeng's cheap master and brother, but how can Zhou Qingfeng go to them?He asked Zhang Ma again: "If these ten or two silver coins are coming, young master, I will not take any words, and all of them will be given to the people who contribute."How do you see?”

This time, my mother hesitated, and a dozen or two silver coins were not a small number for small families.Even if there are a few people, it can be divided into one or two.Poor people can eat for a month.And really want to break the Zhao Temple Zhulong King Temple, inside the gold and silver can be more than a dozen or two.

Zhou Qingfeng looked at Zhang's mother heart and drank again: "Zhang Ma, you look at me."

Look at me, look at me, look at me!

Spiritual force, consciousness, imagination, Zhou Qingfeng through the eyes, forced to load his will in the maid's mother's brain.When he performed the magic spell, the "Yanggui" in the body seemed to provide a certain effect of the increase in efficiency.

Zhou Qingfeng's spiritual strength is insufficient to perform a complete spell, but for an ordinary woman who has been said to be moved, "demagogy" still has played an effect.After he practiced, he said with a deep voice, "Mom, you also know that my master brother is a very capable practitioner, but how can such a small thing be allowed to shoot them?"What is it that naturally comes from them, what are you afraid of?”

Mom is excited, but she is still thinking.

Zhou Qingfeng continued: “Do you know who this owe slip is?The famous Puppie Lee II in the city.Last night, Li Er was split and killed by my master, and Zhao Temple in the district wished what kind of teeth?You helped me find someone to do this, young master, I naturally did not harm you, this month's monthly silver to give you three dollars.If you hesitate, you will not know.”

"This . . . . this . . . this . . ." Under duress, coupled with the influence of magic, Zhang Ma finally nodded and said, "My family has many brothers, and my family also has a few uncles and nephews who can fight, and I have long wanted to clean up the Zhao Temple of the new hatred."Calling them out should help the young master do the thing.But the specific scene still needs to be presided over by the young master himself.”

"That's natural, and I'm sure I'll be out of the horse myself."