"Here! And here! Put flower baskets on them!"
"There's a core under the table. Are you all blind? Why don't you clean it up!"
"There's also a carpet. Where's the black carpet? Lay it down quickly! Do you want the big shot to walk on the dirt?"
The little mouse in a green vest walked back and forth in the small shop with his hands behind his back, walking vigorously in square steps, waving his arms from time to time, shouting loudly, and arranging various reception matters.
A group of rats wearing the same green vests surrounded it tightly. From time to time, a few rats would fly out and adjust the layout and deficiencies of the store according to the wishes of the green-skinned rat.
Zheng Qing folded his arms and stood on the side of the counter, watching coldly.
Fatty Xin stood on the other side of the counter, guarding the rows of cages on the wall, carefully observing every move of the uninvited guests in the store. The fat cats also left the hard countertop at this moment and lay down.
On the fat man's head, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he looked carelessly at the mice taking over the show. There was a hint of ridicule on the chubby cat's face.
Since Dingdang Ears informed them of their purpose a few minutes ago, Zheng Qing briefly discussed with his companions and conditionally agreed to all the mice's reasonable demands - after all, they were also guests and had reason to ask for all these.
This clear tacit understanding finally collapsed after Dingdang Ears arranged for the mice to lay black carpets inside and outside the store. The young public-funded student had to clear his throat, took a step forward, and stood in front of the mice.
"Ahem," he stood on tiptoes, squatted on his heels, put his hands on the ground, and tried to look into Dingdang Ears' eyes from a lower angle: "I need to remind you... wizards don't use black carpets. They don't use black carpets.
During festival celebrations, if carpets are needed, only red carpets will be used."
The high-spirited Dingdang Ears, who was waving his arms and pointing out the country, was stunned when he heard the words. After a while, he turned back, looked at his companions, and asked in surprise: "Is that so?"
"Seems to be."
"That's right!"
"Yes, that's it. We rats are different from wizards."
The mice in green vests around it nodded and echoed in all directions.
This conclusion made Dingdang Ears look a little bad - especially when she thought about the black carpet in a huge office, her mood became even worse.
However, this is not the rat world below after all.
This is the surface of the earth, a world with a yellow moon and a red sun, the world of wizards.
Walking in such a world, the weak rat tribe must learn to compromise.
"In that case, let's change it to a red carpet." Dingdang Ears nodded reluctantly, retracted his long tail from mid-air, wrapped it twice around its waist, and tied it in a tight knot.
Hearing this, a few rats in green vests immediately rolled up the black carpet that had just been laid out for a few meters, rolled it into a bucket, then carried it on their shoulders, and 'expanded' it along the corner to a one-foot-high black cave, and hurriedly left.
Go. I believe that in a few minutes, a group of equally busy mice in green vests will come back carrying a roll of red carpet.
After pointing out the inconsistent aesthetics with the mice, Zheng Qing did not continue to interfere with their subsequent adjustments. Instead, he stood up straight, sighed, and looked around.
In the small shop, on the originally clean walls around it, one or two rats in red vests would crawl across from time to time - whether it was the baseboards at the bottom, the plaster statues at the top, or the soft light shining on the walls.
The ceiling lights, as well as the furniture surfaces covered in purple-black paint - there are traces of those mice in red vests everywhere.
After seeing a red-jacketed mouse kicking over a small mahogany horse tie and leaving several strange scratches on it with its little paws, the young public-funded student finally couldn't restrain his curiosity and looked at Jingle Ears.
"Excuse me, can I ask them what they are doing?" The wizard kindly put forward his own suggestion: "Or, if they are looking for something, they can tell us... There is no need to be so rude."
"Them?" Dingdang Er stretched his neck, looked at the mouse in the red vest next to the pony, and curled his lips: "Oh, they are not in the same system as us... They are internal guards and are responsible for the safety of important people."
"You wouldn't think that we would arrange for a big shot to inspect your small store without doing any safety inspections."
Zheng Qing tried hard to suppress the urge to roll his eyes - God knows how hard it was for him to resist complaining about the weird ideas of these little mice. Half a year of being a wizard had sharpened his will and gave him enough patience to accept life.
Any ordinary things you encounter that seem weird.
Yes, this sounds strange.
But that's normal, isn't it? This is a wizarding world after all.
Ding Dong Er didn't pay attention to the inner tangle of the young wizard, and still happily arranged the reception work for the green vest mice. Suddenly, it raised its head, looked at Zheng Qing, and said curiously: "By the way, I have been very curious just now, you
How did you meet Tingdong Ears? That little fool rarely comes to the wizarding world...and it seems like you know me too? But I don't remember meeting you."
"But your eyes look familiar."
When Zheng Qing heard this, he was stunned for a while before he reacted.
Indeed, whether he was dealing with Dingdang Ears or Dingdong Ears, he used the identity of the black cat. Especially Dingdang Ears, when he followed it quietly with a pair of red eyes, he must have left a mark for it.
Very impressed.
And now in the house, he happened to not be wearing sunglasses.
It's just that being caught by such a tiny detail by a little mouse always gives people a strange feeling.
"Ah, wizard, there is always one way or another." The young public-funded student was vague and changed the subject: "Excuse me, when will your big shot arrive? Our time is very tight..."
As he spoke, he pretended to take out the silver pocket watch in his arms, opened the watch cover, stared at the ticking hands on the dial, and frowned slightly: "...it's already the end of the day, and there's less than a quarter of an hour left.
It’s time.”
"Yes, yes, it's an auspicious time, I know this, Old Almanac!" Dingdang's ears were easily distracted by the young wizard, and he excitedly made an excuse: "I remember that I was with you, a short wizard,
There is also a black cat who talked about this matter. You have chosen a good day today... It's going well, Yi'anjia Real Estate is open. It's indeed a good day. But I still don't know how you determine the good time. Can you teach me?
?"
"If there is still time!" A slightly irritable voice came from the door of the store.
Dr. Xiao Da held his notebook and stood at the door. He stretched his neck and looked at Zheng Qing: "If possible, I suggest you come outside now... Some guests have already arrived. In the room, stay
Just follow Tuantuan Xin."
This chapter has been completed!