As the saying goes, Buddha needs gold, and people need clothes. After the clay Bodhisattva was coated with gold powder, and with the good craftsmanship of the repair master, there was a murderous look in the newly repaired eyes, which was daunting. Take a look at the clay.

The Bodhisattva looks like a yellow robe, with a lifelike look of a leopard's wide-open eyes, which makes people feel a sense of admiration.

Zhiqing looked at the renovated Clay Bodhisattva and then at Zhong Kui next to him. He always felt that there were some similarities between the two.

Zhong Kui was so focused on learning the clay figurine making technique from the repairman that he had no idea about Zhi Qing's secret glance and comparing him to the Clay Bodhisattva.

It was almost midnight, and because the ruined temple needed to be repaired, the nearby villagers spontaneously organized to send food to Zhong Kui and the others. They also wanted to feast their eyes on what the repaired ruined temple looked like.

Suddenly, the quiet ruined temple suddenly became lively due to its popularity, adding a bit of lively atmosphere.

After the Clay Buddha was repaired, the villagers were busy going back to farming, because after the movement, each household was assigned a field. From then on, the villagers were about to enter a new journey of life. There was no longer a big pot of rice, and there was no longer a way to earn money and work as a foreigner.

As the saying goes, people have to live life tightly, seize the golden years and rely on personal efforts to make a fortune through hard work.

After the repairman received the wages paid by Zhiqing and left, Zhong Kui and he were the only two people left in the ruined temple.

Zhong Kui used the remaining clay to shape seven clay figures according to the shadows of the children.

Zhiqing looked at Zhong Kui's serious and monograph-like state, and the little man he created looked really good.

Zhong Kui placed the seven clay figures on the left and right sides of Zhong Kui's statue, and then he smiled with satisfaction.

Just two people in the ruined temple, Zhiqing thought of something.

"Zhong Kui, this is the copper coin you embedded on the body of the old locust tree that day."

Zhong Kui took the copper coin handed by Zhiqing, his face suddenly became uncertain. Then he sighed and said: "The matter is not over yet, I just don't know when it will break out.

"What will happen?" Zhiqing asked nervously.

Zhong Kui smiled lightly and said: "It's nothing, maybe it's my imagination."

"By the way, what do you think about the incident at Beimen Station?"

"It's similar to a wolf bite mark. The deceased should be someone we know. It seems we saw him walking with a man named Liu Mingshan."

"Li Si?" Zhiqing was shocked. He seemed to feel that the invisible line of death was beginning to extend, asking for what it should get. 'Hiss!' "If Li Si gets into trouble, what will happen next?"

"I don't know. Anyway, the situation is not optimistic." Zhong Kui has a dark face and a slightly tilted chin. Unknowingly, dense stubble or black dots appear on the edge of his face. From a close distance, he looks like a broken dodder.

Like grass tips.

While Zhiqing was picking up the messy objects, he was thinking about another thing.

Something happened to Zhong Hansheng—something happened to Li Si—? Who will be behind?

Zhong Kui seemed to have read through the other party's thoughts, and suddenly said: "Liu Mingshan should be next."

A heinous person does not deserve mercy, but this is related to the safety of the people and the issue of speech.

Zhiqing planned to inform the police station of the incident in advance when he and Zhong Kui returned to the county town.

On the way Zhiqing told Zhong Kui that he was going to join the militia.

Zhong Kui naturally agreed, but he had no objection to anything Zhiqing said.

But neither of them expected that in the days that followed, Zhong Kui would encounter many more difficulties and embarrassing situations. It was not as simple as they imagined. He just casually joined the militia, went to night school to learn illiteracy, and so on.

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When Zhong Kui and Zhi Qing arrived at the police station, the police station staff had just returned. When they heard what they said, they both felt incredible and did not believe the authenticity of their words.

People didn't believe it, so Zhong Kui and Zhi Qing couldn't force others! They had no choice but to run away from the police station and prepare to register with the Armed Forces Department.

When he came to the Armed Forces Ministry, he was asked to fill in his resume, but Zhong Kui didn't know how to fill it out.

Zhiqing took advantage of others' unpreparedness and picked up paper and pen to write for him. When he handed his resume to the review office, they took one look at Zhong Kui and let him leave without even giving him a chance to interview.

Yes! Zhiqing decided to send Zhong Kui to night school to learn literacy, hoping that he could at least write his name down, otherwise he would only run into obstacles and obstacles.

Zhiqing planned to take Zhong Kui to find other things to do after he learned how to read. Anyway, he had to find a way to survive on his own. After settling Zhong Kui, he had to return to the exploration team and prepare for work.

There are many people who come to the night school, which is divided into advanced classes, intermediate classes, first-level classes, and three-level classes. The professor is an old man with gray hair and an elegant manner.

Night classes usually run from 8 to 10 o'clock. Zhiqing rented a room nearby and planned to accompany Zhong Kui to attend night classes for a few days before returning to City A.

The literacy class was held in the classroom of the first grade class of an elementary school. The bamboo chairs and benches in the classroom were a bit shabby. The adults sat in rows in the classroom and listened attentively to the class. Not to mention, they were really just like the students.

As if I was writing, I would hold my chin up and look at the words written by the teacher in white chalk on the blackboard.

‘The motherland is in my heart, bridge, river, male, female, hands, feet,’ and other simple fonts.

Zhong Kui sat in the last row, holding a pencil with tiny flowers in his hand, reading and writing seriously in silence.

There are no age or occupation restrictions in literacy classes. You can come if you want to learn. Come and sit down and someone will give you a pen and a book. You can read a book together at the same table. The books must be returned to the teacher at the end of class.

Continue studying the next day.

Zhong Kui sat in the last row. Because of his appearance, no one wanted to sit with him. So he sat alone in that seat for a week. After a week, a man who had been with him a few times suddenly came.

Liu Mingshan of Face to Face.

Maybe Liu Mingshan really had bad luck! Just a few days after taking office, something happened to Li Si.

Then there were various assessments and verifications. In the end, he failed to pass the assessment and was dismissed from his position as minister. At the same time, he was ordered to attend a literacy class, otherwise he would never be hired.

So Liu Mingshan had no choice but to come to school to take literacy classes. He still held on to the last glimmer of hope. He hoped that after learning and literacy, he could follow the trend and be assigned to government agencies. It is said that personnel dismissed from the Ministry of Armed Forces, if conditions permit, are employed in government departments and

After the Armed Forces Ministry is merged into a township organization, you can work here.

Zhong Kui saw that Liu Mingshan had a gloomy look on his face, with his eyes turning black, his eyes dull, and his whole person looking depressed. He knew that something must be going on with him and something was about to happen.

Liu Mingshan looked at Zhong Kui. He saw an extremely ugly man whom he had known before. He had a thick eyebrows and a sharp chin. He didn't like him at all. He moved to the side, not daring to look at him a second time.

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Zhong Kuicai didn't care so much, he smiled carelessly at the visitor and continued to write his own words.
Chapter completed!