Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 26 Go, Go, Stay

After work, Chen Mou and Xue Biao walked into the shop from the backyard talking and laughing. Wan Lin walked in front alone, and didn't mean to wait for the two to join together.

He bowed his hands and greeted the smiling shopkeeper Hong, just like usual, then Chen Mou took out a resignation note with Master Zhong's criticism on the back, and gave it to the shopkeeper behind the counter with both hands.

Xue Biao caught a glimpse of the content on the paper and was stunned for a moment. He looked blankly at Senior Brother Chen who looked normal.

Are you crazy?
Manager Xiaohammer, who was not envied by others, actually resigned on his own.

Where to find such a good thing, to be able to learn a skill, and the monthly salary of Lingshi is not low, it is really crazy, he can't even think of such a good thing.

Shopkeeper Hong seemed to know the reason, and asked with a smile: "Don't think about it anymore?"

Chen Mou smiled, "I have thought about it carefully, thank you for your concern."

He has always been kind to others, he can not offend, he never takes the initiative to offend, he is not lacking in etiquette, and can keep a distance.

He will not consider what the old man said as a real consideration, he is just being polite.

Shopkeeper Hong didn't say anything more, he saw too many people leaving, he put the note on the counter, picked up a brush, wrote a name and date on the bottom, counted out ten spirit stones and pushed them to Chen Mou, He took out another thin booklet and turned it to the back, wrote a few words, and asked Chen Mou to sign at the end.

After completing the formalities, Chen Mou put away his monthly salary and walked out of the Forging Pavilion.

It gets dark early in early winter, and twilight is everywhere. The monks on the street hurriedly waved goodbye to Xue Biao, who ran a few steps with curiosity, doubts, and little surprises in his eyes.

Ignoring Fatty Xue's call behind him, he walked to the east street alone.

He wanted to rush home, and when it got dark, he was worried that he would meet the evil cultivators who made people panic.

When you are lucky, be careful to drink cold water and your teeth will get stuck.

"What, you resigned from the small hammer in charge of the forge, your head was not caught by the door, right?"

Mo Fu, who was full of food and drink, leaned back on the upholstered chair. When he heard the neighbor who ate and drank and wiped the oil on his mouth, he was so surprised that he sat up straight and reached out to touch the person on the opposite side of the table. The guy's forehead, doubts burnt out the brain.

Chen Mou opened his black claws in disgust.

"The forging master who is covering me is about to be transferred back to the sect. The new master is not on good terms with the previous master. I can save some dignity by resigning myself, and let the new master kick me out of the forging room. Help me face, how will I mess around in Fangshi from now on?"

Chen Mou explained the whole story as simply as a tongue twister.

Rest for a few days first, and then he will go to several other small and large weapon shops to try his job. After all, he also has the experience of being in charge of small hammers. manual labor.

"Oh, that's right, you are miserable enough."

Mo Fu lazily leaned back in the chair, mumbled something without any sympathy, and there were two small hands behind him gently pinching his shoulders, thinking about that, he half-closed his eyes and yawned a very targeted yawn towards the opposite side.

It's late at night, guests please go home consciously!

In the next few days, Chen Mou went to all eight weapon shops in Fang City except for the Forging Pavilion.

The other two big shops in Fangshi do not recruit forging apprentices, and the other six small and medium shops are not the darkest, but darker, especially the two are recruiting handymen in the name of recruiting apprentices, wishing that he would not pay wages and just take care of food Baigan works, wakes up earlier than chickens, and strikes later than dogs, a black-hearted workshop that squeezes to death.

It's all the fault of Mo Fu's crow's mouth, which became a prophecy.

It's not good to say something, but I just want to say that he is "bad enough", which doesn't win the compliment.

He wished he could go to Mo Fu's house and ask that Heitantou to compensate him for his mental damage and loss of work.

As a land rich man who still has more than 330 spiritual stones and two older spiritual medicines in the field, he is not uncommon to work as a cow for the small forging house. He needs a job to cover up, and he has not yet Degraded to the point of being abused by others.

Unless there is really no way out.

I heard that there are a few rogue cultivators in Fangshi who earn only enough spirit stones to rent a yard with others, what a miserable word.

"It's hard to find a job in winter, so spend more time and look for it slowly, you haven't reached the point where you can't afford to eat... No, your kid bought two stones of fresh spiritual grain from me a while ago. Drinking Lingmi porridge, the little life is more nourishing than mine, what qualifications do I have to sympathize with you? Get up, don't hinder my work."

Mo Fu was originally listening on the ridge road, comforting Chen Mou, who was depressed and miserable, but he suddenly realized.

The boat of Friendship turned over, and he got up angrily, wiped off the grass clippings and soil on his buttocks, and walked to the field where the spiritual plant Brassica (rape) was planted after harvesting the spiritual rice.

This season, spiritual planting is the extra income of farming. Of course, it needs to be busy from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, and it also needs to be supported by excellent spiritual planting techniques. Most people really can't do it.

Too tired and time is tight, which greatly affects daily practice.

Chen Mou looked at Mo Fu who was slowly watering the young seedlings with the spirit rain technique in the field. There was a protective formation in the field, and he needed to pay extra spiritual stones. That guy wouldn't let him, an idler, wait in, saying that he was turbid and affected Miao Miao grew up and shouted: "I plan to go to the 'Tianlu Mountain' to try my luck."

Hearing that Mo Fu dispersed the small piece of spiritual rain that had just gathered, he rolled his eyes under the sun.

The Tiangreed Mountain Range is thousands of miles east of Danyangfang, and there are broken spiritual veins stretching for more than a thousand miles. It used to be an ancient battlefield site, producing spirit grass, remnant treasures, low-level monsters, and all kinds of bandits who are ruthless. It is a paradise for adventurers.

"You are really crazy. With your meager cultivation, your skin is tender, and you have a little white face, you are going to deliver food to those explorers? You really can't find a job. Come to my field to listen. I am calling, and I am missing a handyman who weeds and fertilizes."

"Don't worry, I'm afraid of death and pain. I won't do things I'm not sure of. Even if I go out, I'll go with friends who can feel at ease, and I won't go alone."

Chen Mou stood up, patted off the debris, and shouted: "Brother Mo, you can't see people in the door, I'm already a mid-stage Qi refining master."

With a wave of his sleeves, he left without taking a single cloud.

Mo Fu was so angry that he laughed and scolded: "Is the mid-stage of Qi refining really great? What are you showing off in front of me, the mid-stage of Qi refining? If you have the ability, you can build a foundation... Hey, brother master, don't run out of the market alone, the outside world It's dangerous, listen to people's advice, eat enough..."

"Understood, you are so long-winded."

Chen Mou didn't appreciate it.

He greeted Mo Fu in advance. If he disappeared for a while, he must have gone to the Tianlu Mountain Range.

A person who cherishes his life like him will not go out to take risks even if he is killed.

It has been more than half a year since he traveled to and from other worlds, and he has never even been to the foot and top of the mountain, except for the three hundred zhang range near the cliff cave.

Everyone has a sense of curiosity. In a dangerous world, his curiosity has been severely compressed, and there is not much left.

The sun rose as usual, but Chen Mou, who couldn't find a suitable job, besides training, forging iron, practicing sword and boxing, had to wander around the market twice a day, and went to the Taoist hall to learn swords as usual every ten days.

Once, I ran into Wan Lin and Xue Biao, who were off work, on the street. The two talked and laughed, and they were as close as brothers.

The three of them exchanged greetings and stood on the street chatting for a few words.

Wan Lin was once again in charge of the small hammer in the forge, with high spirits and a loud voice. He heard that the former master Zhong had not yet found a job.

Chen Mou declined on the grounds that it was unsafe at night.

He can't know what the other party is thinking, and he doesn't give the other party a chance to show off.

If you can't urinate in a pot, don't pretend to be brothers together.

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　I heard that when competing for the new book list on Monday, a chapter will be published after 12 o'clock, so it was brought forward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)