Chapter 303: The Intense Competition of the Workplace [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

No sooner had Shen Tang returned to the government office than Qi Shan appeared out of nowhere, his gaze shifting back and forth between Shen Tang and Qi Shan. Judging from his expression, he seemed to be wondering which pigsty his lord had rolled around in to get so dirty.

Qi Shan seemed heartbroken: "My lord!"

Kang Shi's heart skipped a beat when he heard the voice; he was terrified of seeing Qi Shan. Seeing the latter stride towards him, his eyelids twitched wildly, and he hurriedly said, "Yuanliang, it's not what you think."

Shen Tang also subconsciously said, "I didn't ride a pig!"

That cunning little boar was only visited by Shen Tang in the pigpen occasionally. Every time she muttered that she was going to slaughter it, it would leap away at lightning speed. Seeing it reminded Shen Tang of the wonderful times she had spent with her friend Zhai Le, so she kept it.

I don't know where Xiaofang went after returning to her hometown.

Was the journey safe and smooth?

Others see the object and are reminded of the person.

Shen Tang was thinking of his friend upon seeing the pig.

Kang Shi: "...Ride, ride a pig???"

Qi Shan: "..."

Does this count as admitting guilt without being asked?

Qi Shan secretly took a long, deep breath, trying to suppress his surging blood pressure, and forced a smile—he couldn't be angry! He couldn't be angry! This was the lord he had personally chosen! This lord was only a little over twelve years old at most!

If there are any conflicts, try to communicate them.

Getting angry is not worth it.

In a few moments, Qi Shan gave herself some psychological counseling.

only--

"Ji Shou, what's wrong with you?"

His lord was dirty, dusty, and smelly, but he could force himself to endure it, and a wash would make him clean again.

But we don't need to tolerate Kangshi.

He noticed two very obvious black footprints on Kang Shi's front, as well as red scratches on his arms, the back of his hands, and his fingers, some of which had even scabbed over, making it look like he had been scratched by a wild cat.

But who is Qi Shan?

He's a seasoned cat owner with extensive experience; he can tell at a glance whether a cat scratched you.

Rather than saying the scratches were from a stray cat, it's more accurate to say they were from someone else. Thinking of Kang Shi's certain peculiar hobbies, Qi Shan's eyes immediately turned incredibly "kind."

Kang Shi raised his hand to look at the wound on the back of his hand and arm. He was fine if he hadn't noticed it, but once he did, a fine, persistent pain spread along the wound. He said with a sullen expression, "Never mind that. I ran into a troublesome thief on the road. Even after being caught, he wouldn't behave, turning around and accusing me, biting and scratching me..."

"Thief? Caught?"

Kang Shi replied, "Of course they arrested him."

They stole from their lord and him, and now they want to escape?

But when Kang Shi thought of the thief's pitiful state, his anger subsided. Survival is hard enough for a strong adult, let alone an orphan without parents.

The thief wasn't very old, and besides begging and petty theft, he had no other means of survival. He was lucky to have run into them; if he'd encountered anyone else, he'd probably have been beaten to death in the street and no one would have given him a second glance.

Kang Shi: "Imprison them for a couple more days so they'll remember."

Qi Shan said, "I have some wound medicine here. Take it and treat the wound carefully, making sure there's no filth left."

Although it is winter now and the cold weather makes it difficult for filth to grow, those thieves who live at the bottom of society do not like to clean themselves. Their bodies are dirty, sour, and smelly. Who knows what their hands have touched or what kind of filth is hidden under their fingernails?

As a pet owner, Qi Shan has a good relationship with Su Shang, and during daily interactions (such as bathing Su Shang), he inevitably gets scratched a couple of times. Therefore, he always keeps some medicine to promote blood circulation and tissue regeneration on hand.

Kang Shi nodded.

The ruins of the main hall of the administrative office have been mostly cleared, and the collected books and scrolls have been moved to the temporary tents.

Why not put it in another room?

Hehe, because most of the other rooms in the administrative office had also collapsed and were basically uninhabitable, Shen Tang wanted to curse when he heard that.

Qi Shan rushed back after hearing this news.

"...Where will I stay tonight?"

Qi Shan said, "I'm sorry to trouble you to make do with the tent for one night, my lord. I have already sent people to prepare other places, and we will move there tomorrow."

With the local bullies dealt with, their houses were vacated and, after a little tidying up, could serve as temporary accommodations.

Shen Tang: "..."

If only I had known this would happen—

When attacking those other families, she held back a bit. With a bitter face, Shen Tang took a quick shower in the makeshift tent and changed into clean clothes. After a light meal, she prepared to continue her night battle.

Why--

When will she be able to have the freedom to rest?

Looking at the pile of books that had barely been moved, Shen Tang rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought. Perhaps she had a limited number of clones, and could easily divide herself into several people to use. Thinking of this, Shen Tang, suddenly possessed by a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) mentality, put down her pen and formed a hand seal.

"Give me a few coins!"

Holding a stack of new bamboo slips in one hand and lifting the tent flap with the other, Qi Shan thought, "...???"

Chen, who was instantly killed, quickly lowered his hands.

Why didn't you announce Yuanliang's arrival?

As an artist with a burning chuunibyou spirit, she also felt so embarrassed by this scene that she could dig out a three-bedroom, two-living-room house.

Qi Shan said, "I have informed them."

Shen Tang: "..."

Fortunately, Qi Shan didn't press Shen Tang about what that strange gesture was, nor did she ask what kind of gibberish she was muttering.

On second thought, it makes sense. Different dialects can be spoken every ten miles, and different customs can be heard every hundred miles. Even Qi Shan wouldn't know all the dialects.

But this bout of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) gave Shen Tang some inspiration.

She picked up her pen and looked at Qi Shan's profile, who was working on letters with her head down not far away. A bold idea sprouted in her mind.

"Yuan Liang."

"My lord speaks." Qi Shan was adept at multitasking, focusing on her official duties while also responding to Shen Tang, "I'm listening."

"Does Yuanliang possess any incarnations of his own words?"

Qi Shan paused slightly as he picked up his pen.

He didn't speak, but just looked up at Shen Tang.

Everything is understood without words.

My lord, which incantation do you intend to destroy this time?

Shen Tang gleaned the above information from his subtle gaze and immediately pouted, "Yuan Liang, what kind of look is that? I just think there are too many things to handle. With just a few people, how long will it take to finish? Don't you agree?"

Qi Shan said calmly, "If my lord hadn't said those things just now, would you have read a couple more copies? Do you think that's acceptable?"

Shen Tang: "..."

He pressed, "Just tell me, does this kind of power of words even exist?"

Qi Shan said, "Yes, but it's not easy to learn."

Multitasking is not easy to manage.

and--

Qi Shan never expected that her lord wanted to learn it so that more people could handle the piles of documents at hand; that was too extravagant.

Half an hour later.

Kang Shi brought over the household register statistics for today for Shen Tang to review. He lifted the curtain of the simple tent and immediately saw the three lords! The three lords looked up at him at the same time, smiled at him, and waved at the same time.

They also called out to him, "Ji Shou is here!"

Kang Shi: "..."

It's not accurate to say there were three lords.

One of them is normal, but the other two are clearly formed from the condensation of literary energy; they should be the embodiment of literary energy.

Kang Shi immediately turned his gaze to Qi Shan.

Qi Shan turned her face away, avoiding his gaze as she asked.

Kang Shi: "..."

This was the first time he had ever seen someone willing to expend the immense power of the "Three Hearts and Two Minds" incantation, summoning a literary avatar, just to rush through official business. His lord was truly a ruthless man!

Seeing his complicated expression, Shen Tang asked, "Doesn't Ji Shou think this method is very efficient?"

She was still waiting for Kang Shi to praise her.

Kang Shi nodded perfunctorily, "Yes, there is."

The number of books and scrolls piled up inside the tent was visibly decreasing.

"That's good." Shen Tang was somewhat smug, thinking to herself that she was quite the little genius. She then asked, "Ji Shou never thought of that before?"

Is she truly a one-of-a-kind genius?

Kang Shi's expression was indescribable: "Any kind of incantation of literary energy not only consumes a lot of literary energy but also severely damages one's mental state. Literary scholars are also different from martial artists; their literary energy recovers much more slowly. Generally, no literary scholar would do this..."

The martial spirit of a warrior, manifested in his weaponry, exhausts his body; the literary spirit of a scholar, manifested in his literary talent, exhausts his mind. Overuse of either will lead to splitting headaches. Why work three jobs for one salary? Kang Shi expressed his incomprehension of this kind of involution.

"There is absolutely no need to risk your life."

Reject malicious infighting in the workplace.

Shen Tang: "..."

The result of Shen Tang's extravagant and wasteful use of literary talent to handle government affairs was that she almost couldn't get up the next day. It felt like eight hundred Gong Xi Chous were swinging hammers at her left head and eight hundred Zhai Xiao Fangs were swinging hammers at her right head. Her head was buzzing.

Redundant and redundant memories are fighting in my brain.

She stood there like a salted fish, completely still.

It took me a while to recover.

"Using the avatar of literary energy during overtime work is indeed something to be cautious about." Shen Tang somewhat understood why literary scholars didn't use the avatar of literary energy for workplace competition. Unless you have a constitution like "Narudo," don't try it lightly.

Shen Tang's life has been very regular lately.

Open your eyes, get up, get dressed, wash up, have breakfast, work, eat a couple of pancakes to tide you over when you're hungry, continue working until the sun is high in the sky and then until it sets. Take a short break, eat, and continue working until the moon is high in the sky.

Shen Tang strongly suspected that if she continued with this lifestyle, before He Yin could even be built up, she would either suffer from a herniated disc or be plagued by hemorrhoids... Thinking back to her own days, she wasn't even this much of a corporate slave when her editor was chasing her for manuscripts!

After several busy days, I've lost track of time.

Finally able to catch her breath, Shen Tang was able to temporarily escape from the sea of ​​work. She stretched out with a big yawn. Not far away, two other "Shen Tang" figures, each embodying the scholarly spirit, were also massaging each other's shoulders and pinching the bridge of their noses to relax their stiff limbs.

Yes, the embodiment of literary elegance.

Shen Tang discovered that after using the Literary Avatar for three or four hours continuously, her headache only lasted for fifteen minutes the next morning, and the duration of the headache gradually shortened as she became more proficient in its use. Without hesitation, Shen Tang activated the ultimate infighting mode of a workplace lord!

Trading a quarter of an hour of headache for eight hours of efficiency.

It's totally worth it!

The more you use it, the more addictive it becomes!

"Hiss—after another half month of being busy, I'll be able to relax a bit—" Shen Tang stretched in front of the lotus pond.

Although most of the Zhang family's mansion was destroyed, the remaining part was still exquisite and luxurious. Just look at this small lotus pond. It took a lot of manpower to bring in fresh water from the moat outside the city, and a huge piece of warm jade was placed at the bottom of the pond.

Before the Zhang family fell from power, maids and servants would surround the lotus pond with huge silk ribbons every day, or burn charcoal. Through generations of improvements, the lotus pond was able to bloom with beautiful green lotus flowers all year round. You can still smell the fresh fragrance of lotus flowers now.

"Jun Shen."

It was that familiar-looking minor official from that day.

Shen Tang: "What's up?"

The implication is that you should go to work when you have nothing to do.

Can't you see how timid she is, even as a prefect?

"Shen Jun, what should we do with the beggar we captured that day?"

Shen Tang had been working day and night for the past few days, and her sense of time had become somewhat dulled. She couldn't recall for a moment how long the little beggar had been locked up. So she asked, "How many days?"

The clerk replied, "It has been six days."

Shen Tang was startled upon hearing this: "Six days?"

This has been closed for quite a while.

After a few days, he probably learned his lesson, so Shen Tang ordered the clerk to release the man, as keeping him locked up would mean having to keep another mouth to feed.

The clerk received the order and was about to go down when he was stopped. She said, "Wait—bring that beggar over here."

"only."

The minor official accepted the order and left.

After resting enough, Shen Tang continued working.

The avatar of the scholar was still busy; it wouldn't be right for her, as the real person, to slack off. She got so busy that she lost track of time, not even noticing when the minor official brought the beggar child or how long she had been waiting outside.

She noticed that it was getting darker outside than before.

"Come in."

The minor official bowed and said, "Yes, sir."

After saying that, he gave a wink to the beggar standing behind him.

The beggar followed the official inside, and before Shen Tang could even speak, he knelt down and gave Shen Tang a deep bow.

At this point, all three Shen Tangs stopped what they were doing.

"Get up! What kind of behavior is it to kneel like that?"

Kneeling is no longer fashionable in this era.

Let alone that she was just a prefect, even if she met the king, she wouldn't have to kneel; a simple bow would suffice. Kneeling was something only gods and Buddhas were entitled to. Chen Tang rose, walked around the table, and picked up the frail beggar from the ground with one hand.

The beggar boy at this time was very different from before.

Not only was he clean, but he also had no unpleasant odor. He had even changed his clothes into a patched but still clean and presentable coarse linen garment, and wore a pair of clean and warm old shoes. Upon seeing this, Shen Tang glanced at the clerk and assumed that the clerk had made the beggar clean up before coming, just to save face.

Her gaze was very clear, and the clerk hurriedly explained.

"This is Mr. Kang's intention."

"Ji Shou?"

The clerk replied, "Yes."

On the first night the beggar was locked up, Kang Shi secretly instructed someone to clean him up properly. Although it was called imprisonment, he was not actually thrown into a cell. The place was not cleaned up, it was damp, cold, and smelly, drafty, with rats and insects crawling all over the place, and dried excrement and urine everywhere. A beggar dressed in thin clothes would have a hard time even if he was locked up for a day and a night, let alone a few days.

The beggar was locked in a woodshed.

The accommodations weren't great, but they weren't freezing cold enough to kill you.

Shen Tang asked her, "Why are you kneeling before me?"

"I thank you, Mr. Shen, for avenging my family."

The beggar looked up, revealing a small face covered with frostbite and scars. Although she was thin and her cheeks were sunken, it was clear that she had the potential to be pretty. If she were to be properly cared for and her features developed, she would be a little beauty in the making.

(⊙﹏⊙)

It's a girl.

Suddenly recalling the day the beggar swore so vehemently, his rich vocabulary would truly put the cursing generals on the battlefield to shame, Shen Tang's expression became subtly ambiguous for a moment, emmm... she inexplicably understood how Qi Shan and the others felt when they were jumping around in front of her.

The beggar then said, "I apologize for my rudeness in offending Mr. Shen that day."

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