SEC Chapter 283 Who is Who's Good Person
Chapter 283 Who is Who's Good Person
Jiuhua immediately trotted in and through the open door, he saw a familiar chief clerk standing politely by the table, talking with Li Fuyi. He was a little surprised to see him following Li Fuyi in.
Li Fuyi picked up the list dropped by the chief clerk and quickly replied, "Okay, I'll consult with my master tomorrow and then I can start buying it."
The moment the chief clerk brushed past Jiuhua, he heard Li Fuyi ask Jiuhua from behind, "Jiuhua, have you finished copying what I asked you to do?"
Suddenly, I realized that it was Immortal Lord Ling Feng who asked this kid to do something...
It’s really luck!
He left without stopping.
Li Fuyi knew that the chief clerk had already gone far away, and sighed at Jiuhua, whose head was almost hanging down to his chest.
"Hold your head high, a real man should take responsibility for his actions."
When Jiuhua raised his head, his eyes were red. He knelt down in front of Li Fuyi and said, "My Lord, please forgive me this time. I just want to earn a low-grade spirit stone to buy some Baisheng Pills... The recruitment trial is about to begin..."
Li Fuyi looked at Jiuhua in front of her, and gradually reconciled him with her younger self. She also had her elder sister to protect her.
He... was truly alone, with no one to rely on.
"Yin Jiuhua's parents died young, and he was disowned by his clan and expelled from the family tree. He wandered around and was eventually adopted by his aunt. At the age of nine, he entered the Zichen Sword Sect."
"The contract your aunt signed for you is a thirty-year contract, did you know that?"
Jiuhua fell on the stone slab with a thud, and even forgot to cry or beg for mercy.
He clearly remembered that his aunt had told him personally that he just wanted to find a job to support himself, and when he got older, if he could become an outer disciple, it would bring honor to the family.
He was grateful for the kindness of his aunt's family in taking him in, so every time he received his salary, he would ask someone to take most of it back to serve his aunt.
My aunt's sisters and brothers often write to me...
Speaking of letters, he suddenly realized why every time he wrote to them about participating in the trial, they not only never encouraged him, but often said discouraging words in a roundabout way.
Although they never said anything explicitly, they even said that if it doesn't work, they can prepare for another two years and try again...
She...how could they do this!
I have a thirty-year contract, and there are still twenty-four years left!!
Now, he is not qualified to participate in the recruitment trial at all...
Seeing his distraught look, Li Fuyi, combined with the information she had heard from others, immediately guessed about 70% of the answer and sighed.
She threw a folded contract in front of him and said, "It's up to you whether to go or stay. Don't trust anyone anymore."
"There are not so many kind-hearted people in the world, but there are many evil people." He swept across the table and swept everything Jiuhua had copied into his sleeves and took it away.
Jiuhua was left alone with tears in her eyes, staring in disbelief at the folded paper on the ground, which still had faint red fingerprints, and looked very much like the paper of a contract.
He picked it up with trembling hands, and sure enough, there were his and his aunt's fingerprints on it.
With the superficial knowledge he had acquired during his years in the Purple Star Sword Sect, he immediately saw the words "30 years" clearly written on it...
He looked down hurriedly and finally saw a long-term contract payment that he had never known about: a full one hundred spirit beads, plus a low-grade marrow cleansing pill.
No wonder!
No wonder my aunt's younger brother, who has been weak since childhood, has been asking him about the standards of the Zichen Sword Sect in recruiting disciples between the lines of the letters over the years.
Two years ago, I participated in the recruitment of a medium-sized sect. I was almost selected, but unfortunately I was too thin and small.
He foolishly sent some of the wages he had saved from his own teeth back home to support his brother.
I always thought that my younger brother cared about him. Now I think, if he did care, why would he always pour cold water on him and ask him to wait a few years until he was more stable before participating in the sect trial.
I am such a... fool!
After being sold for so many years, he was still foolishly grateful to them, and thought that if he became successful in the future, he would definitely help his aunt's family.
I'm afraid he'll be mediocre all his life, and just be a lowly servant, doing hard labor, so they can be at peace with themselves...
After he had cried enough and wiped his tears, he just returned to the outer disciples' courtyard when Wang Hongbao pulled him under the courtyard wall.
"Xiaojiu, I heard that you were almost discovered today. I was scared to death!" He handed back Jiuhua's servant badge and also took a small purse.
Jiuhua cried until she was hoarse. She looked at Wang Hongbao, who looked terrified. "Well, I've already handed in the copy I made as punishment. The Immortal Lord didn't say anything."
But although Wang Hongbao is a bit of a playboy, he is not a bad person.
He took his badge and couldn't help but add, "Brother Wang, I won't help you with morning exercises anymore."
Wang Hongbao was stunned, thinking that Jiuhua was frightened, and took out another magic pearl to give it to him.
Jiuhua, however, refused to accept it and lowered his head: "We were lucky to get away with it this time. If it happens again, I'm afraid both of us will be kicked out."
After saying that, he took off his outer disciple uniform, stuffed it into Wang Hongbao's arms, and went back to his residence in the dark.
The other colleagues on the bunk bed were already snoring loudly. He quietly spread out his bedding, got dressed, and crawled in, occasionally touching the contract in his inner pocket...
On Tianze Peak, Li Fuyi entered the small dining room. Hua Jiantang, Lin Moran, and Qiao Qianan were bringing several pots of side dishes that they had never seen before to the table.
There was no sign of Mo Zheng around.
"Are you back? Then I'll go call Master and we can have dinner." Lin Moran said, turned around and left the small dining room.
Hua Jiantang, who didn't use his bowl and chopsticks with Qiao Qianan, secretly picked up a piece of shredded pork with Beijing sauce and put it into his mouth. He was so happy that he was beaming with joy.
He didn't forget to praise Li Fuyi, "Senior Brother, Master said that to celebrate our acceptance of a disciple, he personally came to cook and show off his cooking skills."
"How many years has it been since we had food cooked by our master?"
Pointing to the large bowl of milky white fish head and tofu soup in the middle, he said, "Hiha... I'm getting hungry just by smelling it~"
"Luckily I got back in time, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to wait to look for you."
Li Fuyi smiled and shook her head. The footsteps of Mo Zheng and Lin Moran were approaching.
Turning back, Mo Zheng was holding two large plates full of dumplings, and he asked Lin Moran, "Can Xiao Ran handle it? How about asking Da Qiao to help?"
Without even waiting to be greeted, Qiao Qianan took the initiative to lead the way and took a plate from each of Mo Zheng and Lin Moran.
Li Fuyi was a step late. She reached out to take the remaining plate from Mo Zheng's hand, but touched his fingers and almost let the plate slip out of her hand.
Fortunately, Li Fuyi was quick-witted and took the opportunity to catch the plate and hold it steadily.
Mo Zheng was embarrassed for a moment. He glanced at the three people around the table and raised his voice slightly: "You guys start eating first. I'll go get the vinegar."
So he went to the kitchen, turned around and walked out the door quickly...