"Ten more? Give me two first is enough, one accountant and one article. "
Zhuang called two servants from the manor not far away.
Think about it. I sent a team of bodyguards to my master again
"What is this?" Master waved, "I this is going to go deep into the masses with bodyguards? Playing official? What do you mean by going deep into the masses? "
Zhuang not far shook his head …
I don’t understand. Usually, I’m the one who gets caught up in that.
But not far from Zhuang, I sent a rabbit dragon guard to my master.
After all, this is not the earth.
The rabbit jumped up and down behind the master, and it didn’t look threatening. The master looked at it and felt very satisfied.
"Prepare a personal registration form and come with me!" Master waved his hand and went out with Wen accountant’s bodyguard.
After two steps, the master suddenly turned his head. "By the way, what’s the name of this village?"
"Name … name?" Not far from Zhuang, he stammered, "Village?"
Jia old man was so angry that he almost sprayed saliva on Zhuang’s face. "You have no name in this village?" God, am I still coming when I resign? "
"can’t come"
"Give me a name!"
Old Jia urged Zhuang not far away, and his head was white.
A village is a village. What’s your name?
It’s hard for you to be named NengXing.
"Morning … breakfast?" Zhuang can think of this in his head not far away.
This village was born because of my flying breakfast!
"Breakfast Village?" Old man Jia wants to hit someone. What kind of name is that?
But …
"Well, it’s good to have a name. It’s also a good name. It’s better to be grounded than a shit egg village." Old man Jia shook his head and turned away.
Zhuang not far behind curiously.
Master first came to a shack near the left.
There are several peasant villages living in the shack, and it is not far from knowing the peasant leader.
To tell the truth, Zhuang is not far from being disappointed in him.
You see, I’ve been so kind to you and protected you several times. Shouldn’t you just bow down and call yourself king?
My king is so domineering that he can’t fold a farmer?
This makes Zhuang not far from wondering if he is a manor owner.
Although Zhuang is not far away, he tries his best to hide the owner’s breath, but … Isn’t my domineering at this time unstoppable?
Old man Jia came to the door of the shack and asked, "Is it the hometown?"
Old … fellow villagers …
Zhuang is not far from laughing.
The sight gave him a particularly absurd feeling.
It’s simply local magic realism.
Inside, the farmer leader hurriedly emerged and saw the old man Jia’s well-dressed and nervous body shaking and calling himself "adult"
"What adult?" Old man Jia said crossly, "I’m Lao Jia, and now I’m the head of our breakfast village. Just call me Lao Jia."
Then the old man Jia smiled kindly. "How’s life here, hometown? Still used to it? "
"Habits! Also thank the shopkeeper you sit you sit … "