Chapter 118 Feel like sitting on pins and needles, like a light on your back, like a thorn in your throat
Chapter 118: Like a needle running on felt, like a light on the back, like a lump in the throat
"Well, did you have that idea when you recruited him before? The big guy is too stupid and he hasn't even learned the simplest tricks yet." The mud snail spirit rushed to explain.
"We can just let him do some chores there first. Maybe one day his brain will clear up and we can officially incorporate him into the team."
Qiu Ping heard this, but he didn't ask any more questions.
Jingui's brain is not very bright to begin with, and the big guy is not the stupidest among them. It is pitiful to say the least. In terms of IQ, I am afraid that he is lower than Qiu Yi and the others.
It's not easy to find monsters with lower IQs than loaches in Fukawa.
The martial arts performance lasted for half an hour, and the soldiers and generals were exhausted until they were out of breath.
Qiu Ping happened to be bored, so the Snail Spirit took him around.
"Lord Bingcao, there are quite a few documents in our official office. Regarding the armaments and the import and export of grain and grass over the years, would you like to check them? Anyway, He Bo has ordered that you have to hand over those accounts in the future.
Check it again." The mud snail spirit followed Qiu Ping diligently and asked.
"Uh... ok."
Although Qiu Ping was reluctant to look at those things, seeing that the big man had already carried him to the door of the official's room, he had the courage to go in and take a look.
Outside the official's room, Lao Gui came over carrying a thick pile of documents. The stack was eight feet high.
The documents used by the Hebo Mansion are not human paper, they are all jade slips, and the words engraved on the inside and outside are divine thoughts.
A jade slip can record a vast amount of information.
If all that pile of documents were replaced with human paper, I'm afraid ten rooms wouldn't be able to fit it.
Qiu Ping picked up a document. There was an account book about the purchase and consumption of military rations during the month. It detailed how many types of elixirs were purchased, how much rice they were purchased, and which races the different elixirs were used on.
The soldiers are here, and the exact number has been accurately determined to the extent of how many taels, how much, and how much.
In Shinto, regardless of whether they are shrimp soldiers, crab generals, ghosts and ghost officials, they are actually a type of Taoist soldiers.
The training of Tao soldiers itself is extremely cumbersome and requires very detailed training that takes into account the differences in physiological structures of different races.
Qiu Ping flipped through several books in a row, and a layer of cold sweat had already formed on his back. The various accounts related to military rations, armaments, and salaries made him feel like he was running through needles, like awns on his back, and like a lump in his throat...
Compared with the conscience of heaven and earth, combing the water vapor in the ancient well every day is simply a paradise-like life.
At least don't use your brain.
No wonder he always had a sad face every time he saw He Bo in the government office, as if someone owed him money.
Qiu Ping can guarantee that if he had lived such a confinement period, he would probably be as embarrassed as He Bo.
Oh, he said that He Bo was so anxious to make him the soldier, but he was actually waiting there!
When he thought about having to deal with such a pile of paperwork every day after the month, Qiu Ping felt that there was darkness ahead.
"Will he have any other job descriptions in the future?" Little Loach's head was already dizzy. Although he could understand those accounts, if he was asked to check the errors bit by bit, it would be better to kill him.
"Others...ah, Master Bingcao can develop better training methods for soldiers and generals to help Fuhe win in the government-wide martial arts competition held every three years." The snail spirit rubbed his dongba and patted his own.
forehead and said loudly.
"Oh? What does he want to do?" Qiu Ping immediately became interested, and it sounded like a lot of fun.
It sounds touching and inspiring to train all the soldiers on the east side to have high legs, and then defeat other counties to bring glory to Fuhe and even Changning County.
"Everyone has his own method, but our previous method was to customize different training methods according to the different races of the shrimp soldiers and crabs. If you ask him how to do it, his suggestion can further improve the precision of training. If
If we can customize training for each individual, it will definitely improve the strength of the soldiers by a large margin."
"The little god's power is meager, so he can't do that step for the time being. Bu Nao, he believes that with your strength, Master Bingcao, it will be easy." The snail spirit flattered you very smoothly.
"Ahem, cough...hey, isn't that natural?" Qiu Ping laughed.
But when his little black face turned away, he was already gloomy.
No, if you are on a pirate ship, can you happily serve as an official? I am a qualified official, so how can I act like a blue-blooded man?
Qiu Ping quietly crawled eastward along the big man's back. It's not a good idea to break the army!
"Little loach, where am I going?" Qiu Ping had just taken two steps out when a somewhat joking voice sounded from the side.
As soon as he heard that voice, Qiu Ping slipped away even faster!
"I'm going to run away and beg me to step down as a soldier. He even gave me the position of Well God and let me go back to the Didong River to be a wild loach." He Bo walked in slowly from outside.
Qiu Ping stood there blankly as if a body-fixing technique had been cast on him, and then he walked listlessly to He Bo's side like a deflated ball.
"Why do I think it is Shinto? Shinto cares for all people, and the fate of all sentient beings under my authority is closely related to me. I have dealt with the affairs of more than 1,500 people in the past, and I will be responsible for the whole future.
Is it enough for me to do just the water system?" He Bo stretched out his leg and patted the little loach hard on the head, his words containing a warning.
Little Loach is very talented and very lucky. If he cannot be guided correctly, it will definitely not be a good thing if he is wrong.
"Starting from Mingyue, every time I come to Dian Mao for confinement, I need to read all the documents again. He will check them regularly. If there are any mistakes, hehe..." He Bo's face showed a hint of a smile.
, while the little loach was shivering on the side.
"That's wrong. The teacher responsible for teaching me has been found by Cheng Huang. I originally said that I would just find a master registrar, but Judge Cui from the Onmyoji Division was very interested in me and prepared to teach me personally. I can go there in a few days.
Class is over. Wrong, there are exams every quarter."
He Bo said with a smile, and Qiu Ping's dark little face turned red.
From now on, the confinement period will not only be dark and dark, it will be like a loach's life.
The ordinary chief registrar can be from the eighth rank or even from the eighth rank, and he can't control the little loach, but can Judge Cui be from the seventh rank, which is a bit higher than Qiu Ping.
Why is his life so miserable!
Now that we have come to the world of Xianai, why do we want to read so many books? Didn't it save the trouble at the beginning? I have already chosen the simplest and most mindless path of monsters. I just want to dig out my bloodline to increase my strength.
Damn it, he’s no longer a human being, we won’t let him go!