Roaming through the world of Doraemon

If he dares to go back, he'll be put back in the cage if he's found! Nobita doesn't want to be locked in a cage for even a day, so he absolutely will not go back to Zi Family Village without the ability to protect himself!

If you want to learn to write, the best way is to go to a big city.

Da Xiong overheard rumors circulating among his family members in Zi Fu, saying that Lei Yin City in Zi Family Village, a thousand miles away, was the largest city within a thousand miles, far surpassing Zi Family Village in many ways!

In such a big city, there must be a place where people can be taught to write. Nobita decides to go to Raiyin City.

One month later, on a morning outside the west gate of Leiying City, countless people lined up, waiting for the gate to open.

It was still early, so the gates were closed, waiting for people to wander into town out of boredom and then start talking.

"Old Liu Zhang! You've gone gambling in town again! Be careful when you get home tonight and run off with your wife!" someone said with a laugh.

"Your wife ran away! I went to town to sell yams!" the young man carrying the basket swore, then pulled the rope out of the basket and showed off the yams inside.

"Mrs. Wang, are you going to the city to see your grandson again?" a middle-aged man carrying two buckets of wine asked.

“Yes, the hen laid eggs and took them to his wife and grandson to make up for it,” the gray-haired old woman said, lifting up a basket full of eggs.

There were so many different kinds of conversations (well, what a busy morning!).

Nobita hid inside a large box of clothes, listening to the noise outside, and was so bored he wanted to hit him.

He reached the city gate last night, but it was too late. The gate was already closed, so he had to find a big tree outside the city to climb and prepare to sleep there for the night.

Coincidentally, a group of theatergoers who didn't have time to go into town came down from the tree and set up camp under it. Nobita wanted to find another big tree, but overheard the people talking below...

Chapter 89 A Busy Morning

Suddenly changed his mind.

"These police officers are only thinking about how to make money! It used to be so cheap to go into the city, but now the price is too high!"

"That's it! We have so many people in our city, we don't know how much more money we'll have to pay!"

Paying city taxes means giving money to the city gate official so that he can enter the city.

Da Xiong's face fell to the ground. He had always lived a barbaric life, giving money to those nonsensical city gate officials!

The city walls are high enough. Even if you climb up, there are many soldiers patrolling the top of the walls. If they are discovered, they will be killed with their swords. This road is not easy to travel!

After thinking it over, Nobita decided to hitch a ride.

He slipped down the tree and hid in a large box of costumes, planning to be taken away by the crew the next day and sneak into City 043. Meanwhile, all the players were asleep in the middle of the night. He secretly slipped down the tree and hid in a large box of costumes.

For more than half a year in Zijia, Daxiong washed himself with hot water with soap beans almost every day, so he had no smell. Therefore, he hid on the beam in Ziyun's room and was not found.

A month ago, Da Xiong swallowed the five beads into his stomach. After several bouts of diarrhea, he began to emit a faint, natural fragrance. His body was spotless, and even his sweat smelled sweet!

He doesn't have a strange smell, has a strong ability to hide, and isn't afraid of being discovered while hiding in the box!

After waiting another quarter of an hour, Nobita finally heard the heavy iron gate slowly open. Unfazed by God's presence, he was overjoyed and ready to enter the city.

The horses pulling the heavy carriage, driven by humans, moved forward slowly. The performers had waited outside the city last night, so naturally they were at the front of the line this morning.

When it was his turn and the dozen or so others had to enter the city, the theater manager excitedly fantasized about making a fortune, yet simultaneously felt a pang of pain as he held a bag of money. There was no other way. The city taxes were too expensive.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves rang out. Several men in distinctive jackets, followed by a group of men in gleaming armor, inadvertently rode their horses through the city gates, regardless of who was in line to enter the city. They galloped into the city, leaving behind a trail of pursuers. (agfg)

"It's those guys again! They're a big shot in this city because of their fathers, and they're causing chaos everywhere!"

"Stop complaining! Next time you see them, won't you have to give way?"

“If I were as lucky as them, my father would be a big shot! If you go to town like that, you won’t have to pay municipal taxes!”

Nobita lay in the box, his face full of anger.

When the cavalry entered the city, the horse that had pulled him into the box became frightened and charged forward with the carriage. Although the driver quickly calmed the horse down, preventing any injury, Da Xiong, who was hiding inside the box, bumped his head against it.

Fortunately, everyone was busy watching the Cavaliers and no one noticed the slight, unusual sound of the impact.

"A bunch of bastards! I got hit! If I ever get the chance, I'll kill you!" Nobita thought viciously, rubbing his head as if he'd been beaten.

If it were up to his old temper, he would definitely have rushed out to cause trouble for those people! However, after eating five beads, he strengthened his self-control and considered things more comprehensively and thoroughly, thus avoiding the impulse to make such a low-level mistake.

Chapter 90 Immediate Revenge

Retaliation cannot begin immediately; that is, only a few times in the mouth can resolve a little.

Soon the crew entered the city. The driver drove the truck to the backyard of a small hotel in the city, unloaded it, and then went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast.

After waiting for a long time without hearing any human voices or smelling any human scent, Da Xiong quickly came out of the box. He moved slightly, first flattening a few buns in the kitchen, and then strode out of the hotel's back door with his head held high.

Because he has little experience with walking upright, Nobita now walks with his chest lifted up, and his original high head is also under his control.

A month after eating five beads, his excess black hair had become shiny, and his coarse, wild hair had become soft, matching his height and age in his teens, making him look like a shy boy.

"Well, it's already in town. Now we need to find a place to learn to write." Da Xiong pretended to eat a steamed bun while thinking about the problem in his mind.

Suddenly, Da Xiong noticed that there were many people around a blue stone wall in front of him, and everyone was pointing at the wall.

"What are you doing?" Nobita's curiosity was piqued, and relying on his flexibility, he easily squeezed in.

There was a fence 1.5 meters off the ground with a notice posted on it, bearing several beautifully written characters, but unfortunately, Nobita didn't recognize a single one.

Nobita stared blankly at the words above when suddenly he was tapped on the head.

"Hey, little boy, can you read this?" an old man with white hair asked Nobita with a smile.

Being hit on the head is very uncomfortable, but Nobita could tell that the old man meant no harm and was just joking with him. So Nobita showed him his teeth and turned his head to the side.

Seeing Nobita's impolite behavior, the old man first shaved his head, then laughed loudly, "Ha...!" Too difficult! Can you really understand these words?

"How does this old man have such ink? Why do you keep asking me if I can read these words?" Da Xiong found it strange, chewing on a delicious steamed bun as he asked, "You old man, can you read them?"

“Of course this old man can understand it!” the old man said, stroking his white beard.

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“He said he can read it, why don’t you just ask him what it says?” Nobita thought for a moment and then said, “Then tell me what it says.”

The sign read: Qingya Academy is hiring domestic helpers; meals and living expenses are provided, and the pay is excellent. The old man pointed to the sign and said, "Okay, do you understand?"

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Da Xiong, oblivious to the smug old man, stood on tiptoe and pointed to the notice, which read: "Qingya Academy is recruiting general laborers, room and board included, compensation determined by superiors." Yes, the same number of words. You weren't lying.

The old man angrily puffed out his beard, glared at you, and said, "Hey, you little rascal, you've got a lot of tricks up your sleeve!" Why did the old man lie to you about having a baby?

"Thank you for teaching me how to pronounce it," Da Xiong said solemnly, then looked down at the steaming hot bun in his hand. He had eaten three buns in total in the hotel kitchen; one was eaten on the way, the second had been bitten twice, and only the third remained untouched.

Da Xiong picked up the third steamed bun and handed it to the old man.

The old man took the steamed bun.

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Chapter 91 This is a reward

Somewhat bewildered, he said, "Why are you taking my steamed bun?"

"This is the reward!" Nobita said solemnly, "You taught me to read, and I'll give you a steamed bun in return!"

Hearing Da Xiong's words, he looked at his gentle face with a serious expression, and the crowd burst into laughter. The old man also laughed through his tears, his face adorned with a topknot.

"Make way! Make way, sir!" At that moment, an arrogant voice called "043" came from behind the crowd, and two tall men broke through the crowd and barged in. In the cold weather, a middle-aged man carrying a folding fan followed behind.

When a young man with blue chicken feathers and pretty pimples on his face gathered in front of the notice board, he looked up and read aloud: "What is the academy, what kind of odd jobs—a…?" Oh, this is the guesthouse, a laborer. Brother, the academy is hiring laborers! I know what that boy looks like, I greeted him yesterday, and today I'm packing my bags to go back to my hometown!

“That’s not how it is. Everyone knows our boss is a local tyrant. Who would dare mess with us?” another man said proudly.

"Alright, in public, control yourself! Now come inside with me!" The middle-aged man slammed his folding fan down, his face full of the air of an eighth-level master, and strode towards the academy's gate. The two men, seeing the situation, quickly followed.

"What are these three people doing?" Nobita asked loudly when he saw the fog.

Immediately, someone introduced him: "That guy with the fan is Wu Xianming, a bully from Qingyou Square. His younger brothers next to him are Zhou Bu'er and Zhou Bu'san." Meng Ya, the daughter of the owner of Qingya Academy, is very beautiful. Wu Xianming wanted to take her as a concubine, but was sternly refused by the headmaster of the Meng family. I don't know which scoundrel paid him any attention, but after saying something near the stage in the first month, he chased away all the miscellaneous staff of the academy and prepared to enter the academy himself. He must be doing something bad!

"What's different? It's not two, not three, what's the name!" Da Xiong couldn't help but ask after hearing about Wu Xianming's deeds, "If you had another one, would he be named Zhou Busi?"

"I guessed it right, the little brother does indeed have a doll named Zhou Si, and he's still eating the doll!" I heard that Wu Xianming is an old man whose father and son are in the hospital. He got pregnant and then switched places with a concubine to return home as a concubine... I was born last year, but I don't know if I'm related to him. "The other person smiled and said in a low voice.

"Wow, then his family is fine!" Da Xiong suddenly said with an enlightened expression.

Everyone around him laughed.

On Wednesday, he was standing at the door, about to go inside, when he heard laughter and deliberately turned around to look. Of course, he saw nothing. Unaware that everyone was mocking his family's style, he shook his head and went inside.

"Wait a minute, Director Meng must have chased Wu Xianming out with a big broom again! Let's go see what happened!" A group of people said, then swarmed towards the academy gate. Da Xiong was trapped in the crowd and was followed.

Today is the last day. The students and teachers are all at home. Only Dean Meng Xianxiu, his daughter Meng Ya, and a few old servants are in the kitchen at Qingya Academy.

Last night, the college's miscellaneous faculty and staff returned from outside.

Chapter 92 Wedding Gift

Hesitant about resigning, Meng Xianxiu sighed, gave him all the money, and then let him go.

Early this morning, Meng Xianxiu posted a notice on the courtyard wall, preparing to recruit more staff. There are so many miscellaneous tasks in the college; it's impossible for the librarian to do them all alone, nor does she have the time.

"Dad, it's Wu Xianming again!" She was wearing a pink silk dress that looked blue, and she and the lovely Meng Ya ran in a panic, hiding behind Meng Xianxiu.

"What? Wu Xianming is here again!" Meng Xianxiu's eyes widened, and she immediately grabbed the broom beside her, standing up angrily. Meng Xianxiu said, "Ya, go find Lao Zhang and Lao Liu."

"Ah!" Meng Ya replied, rushing out of the back door of room 06.

"Ha, Master Meng, I heard you're short-staffed. See if I'm suitable to work at your university. You not only won't pay me a penny, but you'll even keep me as a wedding gift!" Wu Xianming pretended to wave his fan as he walked in from the doorway. Next was Tuesday, not the same brother's three to two legs.

"Wu Xianming! Didn't the old man say this was a clean place?" Meng Xianxiu held the broom to her chest and said with a smile, "Do you want to experience being hit in the face with a broom again?"

“Ah! Old man! My older brother came here to work with you for free, and you don’t like it!” Tuesday shouted.

“You dare hit my brother? I’ll tear you off, you old bone! Winnie!” I swore on Wednesday as I spat a huge yellow phlegm onto the floor.