It was three o'clock in the afternoon. I was napping in the shop and Zhang Qiling was sleeping in the room upstairs.
It wasn't that he was a sleepyhead, it was that he stayed up all night in the morning and made a rubbing material. He started working on it yesterday afternoon and didn't finish it until seven or eight in the morning. I stuffed him with something to eat and pushed him to sleep. As soon as he lay down, he caught fire.
Then I started to help him organize and proofread, and packed it up before one o'clock and gave it to the old customers who came to the shop to pick it up. The old customers took the things and sat down to chat with me without even looking at them. After chatting for two hours, they left happily. I was completely knocked out and dozed off.
After living with Zhang Qiling for a whole year, I found a suitable job for him to do. You must know how difficult it is to find a job for Zhang Qiling, the Master of the Fighting God. When it is easy, I feel that the talent is overkill. When it is hard, I can't bear it. I won't let him go when he is far away, and he doesn't know how to deal with people when he is nearby. I went from job to job, until one day I got mad and said, don't worry, I can't support you, and you can't eat much rice from me.
Three days after I said that, I regretted it. People must have something to think about. Once this person loses his thoughts, he will find another one to think about. The closest thing he thinks about to Uncle Zhang Qiling is Mr. Wu and me.
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