The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 877: Red and Bloody Disaster

Zhou Xiang's roommate's surname was Wang, and he didn't come from a good family.

She gave birth to a good-looking girl for her husband, but she never won the favor of her mother-in-law and Zhou Xiang.

He is kind-hearted and hardworking.

Ever since Zhou Xiang became lazy and felt like an ant running through his bones all day long, she would get up early every morning, take her daughter to bed, and rush out.

For about half a year, I worked as a big-foot fairy, and the income was enough to support my family.

But this job is more or less not clean. After a long time, you will meet those who are not likely to remarry. You will be brought to their homes to serve them, cleaning during the day and sleeping by their pillows at night - putting on parrot-beak shoes, with two big feet stepping and rocking. There will always be such a day.

Zhou Wangshi simply gave up the idea.

Later, he found a job drying cloth and moving things neatly. The monthly salary was lower and the work was more tiring. He was often covered in blue and green, but at the same time he was "clean" - Zhou Xiang did not comment on this, but from that day on, his attitude improved a lot.

Zhou Wangshi felt that her suffering was not in vain.

"The boss."

night.

The ants crawled into the gaps between the bones again.

Seeing Zhou Xiang tossing and turning and unable to sleep, the woman simply changed her attitude and talked to him for a few words.

“The craftsmanship still cannot be neglected…”

She didn't dare to tell him directly what he should do, but she hinted to him that there was not much spare money at home.

Because every morning of every month, Zhou Xiang would empty his newly fattened embroidery bag and go to a dirty place to smoke.

"What's your business? Did I teach you to be so talkative?"

The woman sighed, "It's time to prepare for the big girl. My mother is not feeling well again, so I have to dry the cloth..."

Zhou Xiang suddenly jumped up from the bed, his pair of green eyes flashing with cruelty.

"What happened to the job of drying cloth?!"

“The wages are 30% lower.”

“Thirty percent?!” Zhou Xiang cursed and smeared the ground.

He picked up the pipe, lit it, and took a few sips of the dregs in the bowl.

He should have said some really scary and cruel words, or simply drawn his knife and followed the light to find the cloth, stabbing it in with his knife and showing people that he, Zhou Xiang, was not someone to be trifled with!

There was silence for a while.

There was no sound of a knife being drawn.

“…How can someone be so cruel?” He just complained.

The woman sighed even more heavily.

"I have to do it anyway. I wish I could smash the jar and go back to playing with the parrot's beak, right?"

Zhou Xiang smoked and stopped talking.

That night, both husband and wife slept uneasily.

the next day.

Zhou Wangshi got up before dawn, made some food, and went straight to the cloth spinning with her head down.

Zhou Xiang slept until noon, then took his pipe and walked around his mother's room: His mother was over sixty, seventy, or eighty years old... who could remember so many years? Her bones and flesh had shrunk, and she lay on the small wooden bed like a two-hundred-year-old baby, leaning against the bricks.

The daughter was sitting in another corner, scrubbing clothes in a basin.

Just like his wife.

Zhou Xiang verified it.

They are both black.

The color of ink.

"Just treat me as dead."

"How could that be possible." Zhou Xiang swung his pipe into a sword flower like a sword, then sat down on the wooden board, almost letting his old mother fall on the beam.

"You'd better treat me as dead."

Zhou Xiang grinned with laughter, and his old mother also laughed. She reached out her hand through the light from the cracks in the bricks and touched her son's no longer young face.

"He still looks like a human being."

Zhou Xiang snorted and tapped his legs with his pipe: "What's so great about a nice house? It's just a bed and a pillow, right?"

The old mother asked him sideways: "Those high officials have gone insane? Why don't they live in shabby houses and use rotten pillows?"

Zhou Xiang didn't care.

"I'm happy and at ease." He sang some drama in his voice, which made his old mother very angry.

He hit his arms hard several times.

"You're working outside, but you don't go anywhere all day! You spend all your money to find a master, but you only have a few good years - what a waste of skills!"

"What kind of craft is that?" Zhou Xiang frowned. "What's the shortage of wheelwrights? This isn't a good job."

"It's not good, there's always money," the old mother turned away angrily: "Women don't live up to expectations, and men don't live up to expectations. I lost money, lost my skills, and got beaten... Go, go quickly, I'm going to die here."

Seeing that his old mother was so sincere, Zhou Xiang put down his pipe with a wry smile and put his arm around her shoulders.

After several attempts to break free, he finally succeeded.

"When I, my son, make a fortune, I will give you a golden trumpet and say it all."

The mother snorted coldly: "Mountains of gold and silver can't crush me, your mother, but my son will soon."

Zhou Xiang slapped his mother on the forehead for no reason, kissing her nose and eyes. He picked up the tickling roller under the pillow and pretended to hit her - but the rascal stood up with a laugh and looked into the wooden basin.

"They are all girls' clothes. If you are really free, find a job."

The mother scolded and the daughter blushed.

"You're going to get married soon...wait for dad to find you a good family..."

"Get lost! What good family do you know?"

It was a boring thing, so he walked out of the room, holding his pipe, and went to the street again.

The two old guys under the tea umbrella were not doing any serious work. Sooner or later, their son would overturn the carriage and make their whole family miserable. Zhou Xiang thought the worst, but with a smile on his face, he walked under the umbrella with a limp and called the waiter.

"Give me a pot."

The white-bearded old man glanced at him, turned over the teacup, and pushed the teapot with his elbow.

"Drink this, man. Your poor fellow earns two boards, and you have to spend one and a half..."

Zhou Xiang did not refuse. He put his pipe on his waist with a smug look on his face, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup.

Don't talk about anything else.

Although he looked down on this 'Zhou Dalu', he couldn't bear to see him every day and became more or less familiar with him.

"Well, was I right?" The old man ignored the shameless man who was grabbing his melon seeds and spoke to the round-faced old man across the table.

The round-faced man shook his head.

"The notices are all posted. Great victory."

"...My son has found out," the white-bearded old man stretched his neck, looking like he was the only one awake while everyone else was asleep, "I can only fool you, a fool. My son said that the foreigners' artillery and rifles were far more powerful than ours, like raindrops... They all died in the woods before they even saw the ship..."

The round-faced old man didn't believe it.

All dead?
Zhou Xiang rolled his eyes.

He recalled the soldiers he saw lined up that day, covered with layers of blood-red silk sand.

血…

Bloody catastrophe?
Red, is it a bloody disaster?
Look at the two old guys under the tea umbrella again.

A strange premonition seemed to open up his mind, which had not been smooth for a long time.

He walked away without any greeting and went straight to the crowded place.

red.

red.

Black...red, red.

There is red everywhere, and less black.

He turned around the archway, bent down, and went into the opium den again.

Today's waiter was not as enthusiastic as yesterday. He came over with a bashful look on his face, and a cloth made the white dragon fly and move, wishing to drive away this uninvited dirty thing - then, he wiped his hands and stretched them towards Zhou Xiang.

"Tickets."

Zhou Xiang then clapped his head.

Forgot about it.

Today is the day to exchange tickets.

After searching through my pockets, I still couldn't get enough money, and the waiter even said some harsh words to me.

"Have you ever visited Sister Ying'er so carefully?"

Zhou Xiang's face turned red instantly.

(End of this chapter)