Elder brother's garrison

Xiao Bai walked to the door of Mu Ji's house and knocked on it.

——No response.

"Is he not home?" Xiaobai muttered to herself.

"It might be asleep," Missouri suggested to Little White. "Should we tap it again?"

Xiaobai thought for a moment, then nodded. She reached out and subconsciously pulled at Muji's door.

Then, with a click, Xiaobai opened the door to Muji's house.

Inside the door, what catches the eye is a mountain of snow-white papers.

Then, the papers, with a whooshing sound, surged out of the room like an avalanche, rushing towards Xiaobai like hungry tigers pouncing on sheep, instantly engulfing Xiaobai's slender figure.

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Chapter 498 The Broken City Lord

As the papers in Muji's house burst forth, engulfing him like an avalanche, a strong smell of ink wafted into Xiaobai's nose.

The slightly rough paper from the old paper scratched against his face, giving him a slight feeling of touching some kind of hard fur. Submerged in the paper, Xiaobai subconsciously waved his hands, and a continuous rustling sound came from his ears.

This was the first time Xiaobai had been overwhelmed by an infinite paper system, and the experience was quite amazing.

Soon, a pair of warm and strong hands reached out from behind Xiaobai, hugged Xiaobai's waist, and slowly dragged Xiaobai outside.

Missouri pulled Xiaobai out of the mountains of books and papers like a gold rush.

"Oh dear, look what Missouri found! Missouri found a Lu Lin! Should we keep it for ourselves?" Missouri hugged Xiaobai's waist and slowly dragged her out of the sea of ​​paper, then joked with Xiaobai with a friendly smile.

Claiming it as one's own is, of course, just talk.

Missouri quickly and gently placed Little White back on the ground.

"Thank you, Missouri." Little White turned around and thanked Missouri shyly.

"You're welcome," Missouri shook her head.

"I didn't expect Muji's house to have so much paper." Xiaobai squatted down, picked up a piece of paper from the sea of ​​paper at her feet, and looked at it carefully for a while. "Ah, I see."

These papers are not drafts, but applications outlining the city's development direction and numerous policy decisions. The paper Xiaobai is holding is one of those applications that has already been stamped and has a written response.

Xiao Bai looked towards Muji's house and couldn't help but smile wryly.

The mountain of application forms in front of Muji's house is probably just the tip of the iceberg; who knows exactly how many of these things are inside the house?

"Lord Muji doesn't seem as leisurely as I imagined," Xiaobai said to Missouri as she walked into Muji's house, holding onto the edge of the door.

Muji was a fairly honest person; at least when Xiaobai entered his house, she didn't find any luxurious items, just that it was a few sizes larger. However, considering the volume of these reports, Xiaobai felt that the house being slightly larger was somewhat understandable.

Muji was slumped over his desk facing the door, looking like a dead fish, radiating an aura of despair. Beside him, a small mountain of reports displayed a peculiar power.

"Lord Muji?" Xiaobai walked curiously to Muji's desk. "Um, I'm back. I heard you wanted to see me. May I ask what it is?"

Muji lay face down on the table, unresponsive.

Xiao Bai was startled: "Lord Muji City?"

"Did he kick the bucket?" Sukhbaatar walked up behind Xiaobai, pinching her chin as she looked at Muji with narrowed eyes.

“No, she’s still breathing.” Missouri shook her head.

Muji is still alive, at least physically. He is breathing steadily and strongly, and is quite energetic.

If one ignores the black aura surrounding him.

Suddenly, at that moment, Muji's fingers twitched slightly.

"Lord of Muji City?"

"……Do……"

"Do?"

“…I can’t do it…” Muji’s body twitched, then she slowly raised her head. “Your Majesty…I can’t do it…”

Muji looked at Xiaobai standing in front of him, pursed his lips, and then stood up abruptly from his seat.

"Work! Too much! !" Muji slammed the report on the table, then climbed onto it, pointing at the ceiling with his pen, shouting in utter despair, "Why do I have to report to you even for catching a chicken at the South Gate today! Why do I have to register the household for every building under construction! Why do I have to decide the menu for the daily communal meals?! Am I your father?! You bastards! I'm just a child! It's only because my stupid father doesn't want to work that he dumps all the work on me! Don't you have any opinions?! I'm just a city lord, not a nanny! I just want to immerse myself in studying! Even I want to play happily! Who wants to be locked in a dark room writing?! I want to have some pretty girls with me! I'm still so young, I don't want to have a herniated disc! You bastards! Humanity has fallen into this state because there are so many inflexible people! This garbage city! Destroy it! Destroy it! Aha ...

As Muji spoke, it was unclear whether he was crying or laughing. Anyway, as he kept shouting, he inexplicably turned from complaining mode to being ruthless.

It seems that too much work pressure can really make people feel suffocated.

Looking at Muji, whose feet were propped up on the studio floor, Xiaobai suddenly felt a little pity for him.

"Hahahaha, hiccup." Then, Muji, who was laughing wildly, suddenly seemed to freeze and fainted. He fell off the desk with a thud, tumbled several times in the air, and then, as if he had died on the spot, lost consciousness and fell to the ground. He lay down at Xiaobai's feet with his eyes closed, like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.

The scene suddenly became quite awkward.

“What’s going on?” Sukhbaatar asked.

"I was so excited that I probably couldn't catch my breath and just fainted," Missouri said.

"Then what should we do?" Sukhbaatar asked.

"I don't know what to do either..." Xiaobai looked helplessly at the silent Muji, and then sighed.

"Why don't we leave first and come back when the kid wakes up?"

“…Hmm…” Xiaobai pondered for a moment.

Although Kiji was very active just now, he seemed more tired than expected.

If you work too hard, you might suddenly die at any time...

Xiao Bai glanced at the small mountain of reports piled up next to his desk and finally shook his head helplessly.

Muji wasn't a bad person; he was the lord of a city. If someone like him died suddenly, it wouldn't be good news for the people of the city.

So let's lend a hand, even if it's just a little.

"Missouri." Xiaobai walked to the desk, pulled out a piece of paper, and looked at it for a while.

"Is there anything you need?" Missouri followed behind Little White.

Xiao Bai picked up a report somewhat sheepishly and looked at Missouri: "I think I'll need to ask you for a favor later, is that alright?"

Missouri paused, looking at the way Xiaobai was clutching the report, then smiled slightly, revealing a confident expression.

"Missouri is at your disposal."

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Muji felt that he had finally had a good night's sleep.

After working on documents at his desk like a corporate slave for several consecutive nights, Muji finally felt that something in his brain had gone wrong from that high-intensity workload.

Ah, work is so awesome! Just thinking about how everyone else is resting while I can work makes me feel so energetic, like I'm bursting with energy and can't wait to destroy the world.

Having thought of this, Muji finally snapped a few seconds ago, then abandoned the mountain of work he had accumulated while researching and building the device, and entered "lazy mode," enjoying a good night's sleep.

Then, in a hazy, half-awake state, as the fatigue gradually subsided and his self-destructive mood slowly returned, Muji's sense of responsibility pierced his chest like a small dagger, waking him up again.

"Ah!" Muji, who was lying on the ground, suddenly shouted and sat up straight in a flash. "Work!"

Muji suddenly sprang to his feet, grabbed the report that had fallen beside him, and prepared to walk back to his desk.

Those in power face immense pressure and have a high workload. Humans aren't machines, and in such a high-intensity life, it's inevitable that people will experience some emotional fluctuations. Occasionally, when work isn't finished, there will be moments of venting. However, venting is one thing, but after resting, one must return to one's post honestly.

“There’s still so much work to do…” Muji was a little discouraged. He looked up and stared at his desk.

"Huh? Miss Ship Girl?" Kiji was taken aback.

Xiaobai was sitting upright in Muji's seat, smiling as he wrote on the report in front of him. His movements seemed slow, but they were incredibly efficient. In the short time that Muji looked up, Xiaobai had already finished writing three or four reports.

"Ah, Lord Muji, you're awake." Xiaobai looked up at Muji. "How was your rest?"

"Oh... I'm fine. By the way, Miss Ship Girl, where are you...?"

"Excuse me, thanks." Before Muji could finish asking, Sukhbaatar, carrying a stack of documents on her head, walked out from behind Muji. She poked Muji in the waist and then walked to Xiaobai in the path Muji had cleared.

Sukhbaatar placed the stack of documents on his desk: "Here, the new report."

"Thank you," Xiaobai said gratefully.

"Lu Lin, here are the reports that have been compiled. Should I put this with the previous batch?" Missouri's voice came from the other side. Muji turned his head and saw Missouri sitting with North Carolina, compiling the reports that had been approved by Xiaobai.

“Okay, just put them together.” Xiaobai nodded to Missouri, then looked at Muji apologetically, “Lord Muji, you looked very tired before, so without your permission, I helped you process a few reports.”

"You've processed a few sheets?" Muji stared blankly at the mountain of papers on his desk, which was already half gone.

He lowered his head and looked at the report placed on the small white table.

Chapter 499 Purple

On Xiaobai's desk were several stacks of reports on the household registration of new residents, neatly arranged and categorized by her. She had even completed the draft of the city planning, which was the most troublesome part for Muji, including residential areas, livestock areas, and construction outside the city, with each instruction clearly stated.

"Oh, right, Lord Muji, take a look at this." Xiaobai handed over another piece of paper.

"what is this?"

"This is a recipe for a nutritious breakfast," Xiaobai said with a smile. "Weren't you just worrying about the recipe for mass-produced meals?"

"Did I say that?" Muji paused for a moment, then subconsciously took the recipe that Xiaobai handed him.

The recipe that Xiaobai handed over had carefully written down the cooking methods for a considerable number of dishes. It was so densely packed that Muji couldn't finish reading it in a short time.

"...This is...this is amazing." Muji looked at the recipe in his hand with trembling eyes, and looked at Shiro with emotion.

Food is the most important thing for people. Although cooking and preparing dishes may seem like trivial matters, Kiji knows very well that delicious food is on a completely different level from food that can only fill one's stomach, in terms of stimulating people's enthusiasm for life.

Muji shakily put the recipe back on the table, then picked up the city planning report written by Xiaobai and began to read it carefully.

"Wonderful...wonderful, wonderful!" As Kijiro read, his heart was filled with admiration and respect. He kept praising it, and then, with a look of fervor, he slammed the report back onto the table. "Miss Ship Girl, you are truly amazing!"

"Ah...it's just a trivial matter..."

"No, this is no small matter! This is an immense act of merit!" Muji looked at the report in front of him as if he had found a priceless treasure, and shouted excitedly, "Miss Ship Girl, as expected of the omnipotent Miss Ship Girl, what you wrote for me is of great help to our city!"

This was the first time Kiji had ever seen such a precise and concise report, such an accurate and flawless proposal.

It's absolutely perfect! I could never have come up with something like this!

As Muji watched, he kept nodding, his admiration for Xiaobai flowing endlessly like a mighty river.

On Xiaobai's side, seeing Muji caught up in ecstasy, he felt slightly embarrassed.

Xiao Bai, however, felt that what he wrote wasn't that great.

Urban planning was something Xiaobai was completely inept at. She had only seen a few urban planning maps displayed in parks in modern cities, and when she was admiral, she had made some modifications to a few sites at the naval base under Lexington's guidance. The city construction plan she wrote was simply a direct copy of her previous work. As for personnel deployment, allocation, resource utilization, and external exploration, those were routine matters handled within the naval base, areas where Xiaobai was relatively confident.

As for recipes... I've read some basic cooking books, so I can just follow them.

Strictly speaking, Xiaobai felt that she hadn't done anything. When she was doing the work of the city lord, she even felt that it was easier than when she was the admiral. She could just copy and paste the methods directly.

“Lord Muji, now that you’re awake, you can do these things,” Xiaobai said as she stood up from Muji’s desk.

"No, no, no, Miss Ship Girl, come here, come here!" Muji hurriedly waved his hands. He became anxious as soon as he saw that Xiaobai was about to get away. He waved his hands and feet for a long time before pointing to the many unprocessed documents on the table and stammering.

“Lord Muji, you’re awake now, what am I supposed to do?” Xiaobai understood Muji’s thoughts, but she still shook her head.

While Muji was asleep, Xiaobai had already cleared away most of the mountain of documents. The remaining half was no longer as terrifying as it had seemed before. It was a task that a human could easily finish with a little effort, so Xiaobai saw no need to continue.

Another reason is that Xiaobai has done almost everything he knows how to do, or can do by memory. Most of the remaining documents are in areas where Xiaobai has no experience at all. Rather than Xiaobai having to do them on his own, it's better to let Muji, who is good at it, do them.

“What the ship girl says is true.” Seeing how determined Shiro was, Kiyoshi could only sigh, looking at the report in his hand with a hint of self-mockery, his expression becoming complicated.

Having been the city lord for so long, Muji thought he had become quite adept at the job, but he never expected this mysterious ship girl to be so amazing, casually writing so many precious blueprints. Muji now felt quite taken aback.

"Lord Muji, didn't you say you'd come to find us when we got back?" Xiaobai asked when Muji fell silent.

"Ah, yes, that's true." Kiji nodded.

"What's going on?"

"You should be the city lord!" Muji said righteously.

"Huh?!" Xiaobai was taken aback.

"I've discovered that humans do have limits. The harder you try to work, the more you discover your own shortcomings..." Muji said sadly.

"Uh... what are you trying to say, Lord Muji?"