Roaming through the world of Doraemon

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

"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's going on!" A group of people said, then rushed 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, a miscellaneous faculty member from the college returned from outside, 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.

Chapter 92 Panic

Chapter 92 Panic "Dad, it's Wu Xianming again!" She was wearing a pink silk dress that looked blue. She and the lovely Meng Ya ran in 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 the back door.

"Ha, Master Meng, I heard you're short-staffed. See if I'm suitable to work at your university in 06. You not only don't pay me a penny, but you 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.

Just then, footsteps suddenly came from the backyard. Two elderly people, aged seven or eighty, ran up behind Meng Ya with torches and stood behind Meng Xianxiu.

When Nobita and a large group of people entered, they saw that the two sides were completely unequal in strength.

On one side were three tall young men and women, who felt a good sense of pressure as they looked at the muscles bulging on their sleeves.

On the other hand, there were three old men holding brooms and matches. They watched over them with their old arms and old legs, so that the old men could worry about them!

As for Meng Ya, who had no combat power index, Da Xiong skipped over her.

"This is clearly a bully!" Da Xiong thought, frowning.

Wu Xianming's three brothers showed no panic at all upon seeing so many people. It seems they've been through many battles like this, and their nerves have been honed to perfection!

Wu Xianming said loudly, "Since we have so many friends here, let's all comment!" This Qingya Academy is lacking in miscellaneous tasks, and I, Wu Xianming, want to be a neighbor and offer to help, but this Director Meng disagrees! What do you say?

"If you want me to say it this way, the curator of the Meng family is too ignorant and incompetent! Our eldest brother is such a powerful person, yet he condescends to work in this small academy; no one else can ask him to!" Zhou Erjie said.

“Hey, old man, just nod and let my brother work at this college!” Or don’t blame our brother for being too rude! “Obviously, this isn’t the kind of brainy and arrogant talk that comes out of Wednesday.”

Wu Xianming's three brothers from Class 043 told Meng Xianxiu everything clearly, making him tremble with anger. If I weren't the head of the academy, someone who should set a good example, I would have already scolded him!

Standing behind, Meng Ya saw her father trembling with anger and hurriedly went forward to support him, her beautiful eyes fixed on Wu Xianming. However, because Meng Ya looked sweet and didn't appear particularly fierce, Zhou Lian hadn't made a face at all for three days, whistling at her, making her blush with anger.

"Hmm, I heard there's a mother at this school. A woman, she didn't want to come. I didn't expect her name to be Meng Ya, so filial to her father, so gentle and refined, not at all like Zi Yun."

Chapter 93 Clean Up

Chapter 93 Cleaning Up Zhu Ya and Pink Peach are so hypocritical! Working at the academy provides ample food and lodging, and I can even secretly study calligraphy. Those three weeks looked so annoying; I'm going to clean them up!

Note that Da Xiong pushed through the crowd, walked a few steps to Meng Xianxiu, bowed respectfully, and said loudly, "Hello, Director Meng!" (Note: The last sentence appears to be a separate, unrelated statement: "Come apply for odd jobs at Da Xiong's lowest level!")

In order to enter human society, we must always have a name that belongs to us, while others can only call it a "good name." Nobita is Nobita's name; his consciousness is that of a person from the mountains.

Meng Xianxiu took a moment to look down and examine Daxiong closely. He was only eleven or twelve years old, dressed in thick cloth, with clear eyebrows, white lips, and white teeth, but he was still a handsome young man.

Meng Xianxiu said that Wu Xianming became impatient first, and he shouted, "Hey, there's a little devil over there! Your mother's calling you home for dinner! Don't interfere, get out!"

"Great! Get out!" Tuesday and Wednesday are combined.

Meng Xianxiu ignored the ghosts called the Zhou brothers, but looked at Da Xiong with difficulty and said, "Little brother, are you sure you want to do the chores? You have to chop wood and carry water every day. You're only 11 or 2 years old. Can you do it?"

“Oh, old man Meng! I see this boy with skinny arms and legs, let alone chopping wood, he probably can’t even lift a wood-chopping knife!” “You’d better get my older brother to make sure everything is perfect for you,” Wednesday shouted.

“Mr. Meng, chopping wood is a small matter. If those three over there are worried that I can’t do it, it’s alright, I can survive!” Da Xiong smiled and said confidently.

"Kid, are you crazy!" Wu Xianming laughed. "Two, three, go out and sell a bunch of firewood, and find two wood-chopping knives." I'm going to show this guy what kind of person is suited to chopping wood!

"Yes!" Tuesday and Wednesday should be at the same time, and they'll be used up in no time.

"Oh, so you mean someone who looks like you is the best lumberjack! Then why don't you stay home and chop your firewood? What are you doing running around outside?" Da Xiong said with a laugh.

The crowd around him burst into laughter, which angered Wu Xianming. His face turned green, and he almost fell over in a few steps!

Meng Yayuan's tense expression relaxed, and he looked at Da Xiong with gratitude in his eyes.

She was terrified; faced with three strong men who had deliberately provoked her, she was too scared to utter a single word. And this Nobita, who looked only eleven or twelve years old, dared to contradict her—Mengya thought he was incredibly brave!

However, Wu Xianming is a local tyrant, and he has several unscrupulous thugs under his command. With so many people around, Wu Xianming wouldn't dare to jump in recklessly, (okay?) but who knows what might happen when people leave? Meng Ya would feel very guilty if this younger brother were affected by her family's situation!

Seeing everyone's attention focused outside the door, waiting for Tuesday and Wednesday to return with firewood, Meng Ya secretly stepped forward, tugged at Ya Ming's sleeve, and whispered, "Little brother, little sister, thank you!" But Wu Xianming isn't easily angered; you should leave quickly, or it will be dangerous!

Chapter 94 Not Easy

"Great! Come on, little brother, let's go!" Meng Xianxiu nodded after hearing Meng Ya's words and urged Ye to leave quickly.

"What a kind family! It seems that human society isn't all a lie!" Nobita thought to himself, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Don't worry about me, I have a way to deal with them!" Nobita said confidently.

"But" just as the two men and their daughter were about to say something more convincing, they saw one man walk in on the second and third day of the week carrying a pile of firewood, and another man carrying two wood-chopping knives.

"Brother! The wood-chopping knife and firewood are here!" On Wednesday, Shengli threw a wood-chopping knife in front of Da Xiong and respectfully handed the other wood-chopping knife to Wu Xianming.

“Yes! There’s a little ghost over there, and everything is right here. Come row a boat with me, 043!” Wu Xianming took the wood-chopping knife, held it up with a flourish, and said proudly.

“There must be comparisons!” Da Xiong said, then turned around and asked curiously, “But, I want to ask, Zhou, don’t you even eat anything?”

“Child, what are you saying? We have a lot of money in the Zhou family, how could we not have enough to eat?” Zhou’s eyes widened in disbelief as he spoke maliciously.

“Yes! Several times, I’ve seen the Zhou family turn large chunks of fat into leftovers and then dump them into the ditch behind the house!” one of the audience members said.

"Did you hear that? Did you hear that?! Oh, we're rich in the Zhou family! How could you poor people even imagine?" "I asked Miss Meng, what's the benefit of eating green leaves every day at this school?" Wednesday said, "You're as thin as you!" "Why don't you marry my older brother, Downton will drink hot drinks! In less than a year, I'll definitely make you white and plump!"

"Hmm!" Meng Ya turned her head away, refusing to look at that hateful face from this week.

"Because your family is too rich," Nobita said again, successfully diverting their attention. "Then why didn't you pay for the firewood and the wood-chopping knife?"

Da Xiong pointed sharply at the door, and everyone's eyes turned. They saw only two men dressed in mourning clothes; one had a rope wrapped around his waist with a worn-out wood-chopping knife attached to his hip, and the other held a flat wooden stick with several fire-making knives attached to it. They stood there pitifully. When they looked at their clothes, they realized they were firewood and sword sellers.

"Dudu, I've only ever heard of people who can't afford to eat the food of tyrants, but I never expected to see someone buying a tyrant's knife and bully's firewood today. It's really strange. Is your family rich? Why are you doing this?"

Da Xiong pondered for a moment, then clapped his hands, suddenly enlightened, and exclaimed, "Oh! I understand! Your family poured some meat into the ditch during the day, and then retrieved it at night when no one was around! Sigh, even to avoid others looking down on your family, you shouldn't have done that!"

"Ha. I never imagined the Zhou family would eat meat scraps pulled out of a ditch just to get money!"

"Ha, that ditch is urinated in all day long, it stinks horribly! Dead rats, dead cockroaches, aren't you afraid of getting poisoned if you eat it?"

Hearing the mockery from the crowd, Zhou's three brothers were furious, their faces turning pale!

Wu Xianming glared fiercely at his two brothers and said, "Aren't you going to take the money for the firewood and the knife?"

Chapter 95 Thanks to Big Bear

Does anyone really want to say that our Zhou family ate meat fished out of the ditch?

“Yes!” Tuesday and Wednesday responded weakly, then came down to pay the bill.

I never expected to get money from those two bullies. I followed them with a sliver of hope, and they really wanted money! Thanks to the young master standing in the middle of the yard! Selling firewood and wooden knives were all to thank Da Xiong.

Seeing Da Xiong so respected, Wu Xianming felt a strange mix of emotions and couldn't help but drink a cup: "Is there an end to this? Do you want to try?"

Da Xiong enjoyed the comfort of being thanked, and upon hearing Wu Xianming's voice, he lazily replied, "Why are you in such a hurry? This isn't like someone your age!"

So, that means he's clearly not young anymore, he's old, yet he's impulsive and immature like a little boy! Wu Xianming's nose is almost crooked!

Da Xiong bent down to pick up the wood-chopping knife on the ground, preparing to chop wood with Wu Xianming.

The man selling firewood knives at the door looked at the knives and hurriedly took two steps forward, saying, "Young master!" The firewood knife isn't finished yet, and the blade isn't even sharpened! "I'll give you another one!" As he spoke, the man selling firewood knives took out a brand new firewood knife from his carrying pole, handed it to Da Xiong, exchanged it for a knife without a blade, and then stepped aside to watch the show.

Da Xiong looked at the new wood-chopping knife in his hand and found it amusing. Looking up at Zhou San, Da Xiong said, "Someone asked the boss to sell the knife without a blade, and then deliberately left this matter to me so I wouldn't investigate!"

When you forgive someone, why don't you listen to them three days a week? Otherwise, your face will look even uglier.

Some pragmatists placed firewood in the middle of the yard, cut it in two, and said, "The rules of the competition are: two people chop at the same time, and whoever can chop the firewood in the shortest time will win the opportunity to work at Qingya Academy!"

“If you give up now, you still have time to quit, and I will let you live!” Wu Xianming held a wood-chopping knife and glared fiercely at Da Xiong.

Da Xiong looked at Wu Xianming and said only three words: "No need!"

Suddenly panicked, Wu Xianming angrily said, "Child, I, Wu Xianming, will make you regret this!"

Da Xiong moved his neck, focusing intently on his sleeves, no longer paying attention to Wu Xianming.

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"go!"

Under the referee's direction, Da Xiong and Wu Xianming simultaneously raised their fire knives and split the firewood.

It should be said that Wu Xianming was the first local tyrant in Qingyou Square, and he had the ability to do so. It was because he had fought countless battles since childhood, until no one dared to mess with him, that he became the king of this area. Don't be fooled by his scholar's attire and the fan he was using; it was all an act.

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