At the Beginning, I Scolded the Fairy Gate, I Really Want to Die

"Thank you old man."

Ye Ning thanked the old man and took a deep look at the Supervision Institute.

Then turned and left.

He did not expect that the Supervisory Yuan would have fallen to such a degree.

Rao is that he is not a person in this world, and his degree of integration with Da Zhou is not high, but he still feels a little bit of anger.

Can this world be better?

Even the Supervisory Yuan has forgotten its own honor and responsibilities. Where else can the other yamen get better?

Is there a reason for the Great Zhou Dynasty if it does not perish?

But after thinking about it, this is actually not a bad thing for Ye Ning.

The more corrupt, the more depraved the Great Zhou, the easier it is to die.

He already has some ideas.

The weather changed like a book. During the day, there was still some sunshine. At night, there was a violent wind, and then it started to snow.

This is the first snow in winter.

The snow in another world is bigger than in the previous life. It has been down all night without any intention to stop.

After Ye Ning woke up, the outside was covered in silver, and he breathed, the heat was immediately swallowed by the cold.

It's just that there is a lot of righteousness in him, so that although his clothes are light, he can't feel the cold at all.

This makes Ye Ning a little regretful.

Alas, it seems impossible for me to freeze to death.

There is another way to die.

Old Huangtou was sweeping snow in the yard, and finally cleared a road.

After Ye Ning finished his breakfast, he went to the Supervision Institute.

But it was empty again.

The door is still closed.

"Dogs, don't plan to go to work?"

Ye Ning gritted his teeth.

People in this world are so self-willed, saying that they don't go to work if they don't.

They should really be thrown into the buddies' past lives, so that they can also feel the blessings of 996.

Ye Ning has no choice but to leave.

As the boss, he came to the yamen for two consecutive days, but he didn't even enter the gate. I have to say that it was a terrible mess in the world.

But Ye Ning really has nothing to do.

Where will he talk about this?

Everyone should be regarded as the superintendent. He said that it was impossible for him to call the shots. It would be impossible to ridicule him as a joke.

Ye Ning is a character who doesn't ask for anything, and has a cruel heart.

"I don't believe you will never open the door!"

He strolled around outside, then returned home.

As soon as I entered, I found that there were more people in the house.

Old Huangtou and the cook were in the yard, pulling a little girl, and they were talking.

"The son is back."

When the old yellow head saw Ye Ning, he was happy, and hurriedly greeted him.

"what's the situation?"

Ye Ning glanced at the little girl.

He was dirty and smelly, and his face was purple with cold, and he looked weak.

"This girl, just fainted at the door of our house, if it hadn't been discovered early, I'm afraid she might freeze to death... Well, what kind of world is this, how can a girl live?"

The cook was wiping tears.

"My son, take this girl down and let her be your maid and take care of your daily life. It's also a way to survive."

The old yellow head said.

He is also kind-hearted, leaving this girl with a single mind.

It just so happens that he is also thinking about finding a maid for Ye Ning these days.

"Being a maid?"

Ye Ning is a little instinctive. The new youth of the 21st century pays attention to doing their own things by themselves. When did they even call a maid?

What's more, the maid is considered a slave and wants to become a slave.

"Little girl, where are you from? Where are your parents?"

Ye Ning knelt down and asked.

The little girl shook her head, her dirty face was full of sadness, and she made the voice of "Ababa" in her mouth.

"Is she a dumb?"

Ye Ning was stunned.

"Yes, she can't speak."

The old yellow head was afraid that Ye Ning would not want it, and said again.

"It's actually a good thing not to be able to speak. The son doesn't have to worry about the secrets of the family spreading out..."

Ye Ning frowned.

The little girl might think that Ye Ning didn't want her, tears fell down, and she wrote a line in the snow with her fingers.

"My lord, please accept me, or I will starve to death."

Ye Ning was a little surprised.

"You can write?"

The little girl nodded.

"What's your name?"

Ye Ning asked again.

She wrote "Xuan Xuan" on the snow.

After that, Ye Ning asked a few more questions.

Xuan Xuan gave answers.

Ye Ning probably figured it out. This little girl was born in a scholarly family in a certain county in the north. Later, the family fell into the middle of her family and became unsustainable. She encountered a severe drought and fled to the capital with the refugees.

The people who were with her died and scattered along the way.

And if she hadn't met the old yellow head, she would have frozen to death at this time.

"The world is difficult, even a little girl like you has no living space."

Ye Ning was a little distressed.

He has no feelings for Da Zhou, but he has feelings for ordinary people.

Because he is human.

The common people are also people.

After nine years of compulsory education, he has three views that are more humane than the ancients.

"Well, I will accept you, but you don't have to be a maid, let alone become a slave. Just raise your body in the house. If your family finds you in the future, you will reunite with them..."

Ye Ning patted her head.

The cook and the old yellow head were overjoyed, and quickly led the little girl into the house.

I ate something first, and then the cook took her to take a bath and change clothes.

After a tossing, two hours have passed.

"My son, I brought you girl Xuan."

The old yellow head said with a smile.

He opened the door, and a woman in a long green dress walked in.

She was only about 13 or 14 years old. She was thin, and she looked a little unfit in her wide long skirt, but it still couldn't conceal her outstanding appearance.

Faint lips, long eyelashes, white skin...

The hibiscus comes out of the water, and it is naturally carved.

For a while, Ye Ning could only have such a poem in his mind.

Damn it!

Ye Ning looked at the old yellow head in disbelief.

what's the situation?

You just went out and picked it up, and you picked up a little beauty for me to come back?

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