As the only student in the Ancient Yan Language program, Tao Zhixu thought he could face the kind of thriving future enjoyed by the Cloisonne Restoration program, whose graduates became leading experts in their field before they had even finished school.
Tao Zhixu still remembered how excitedly his advisor had told him, "Xiao Tao, after you graduate, come study for your master's with me. Don't worry about finding a job. There's a major project coming up soon. Spring is coming for Ancient Yan Language."
Spring hadn't yet come for Ancient Yan Language, but winter had already arrived for Tao Zhixu.
His advisor fell into a coma after the New Year and never woke up. He didn't even get to review Tao Zhixu's thesis proposal.
Tao Zhixu was let go from his internship. He hadn't even graduated, and he was already unemployed.
He shouted at his parents' graves, "These days, the only jobs are working like an ox or a horse, or like a chicken or a duck. Mom, Dad, bless me with wealth!"
After returning home with a certificate that said "Wealth" on it, which had flown onto him after a firework exploded, he got a call that very night from his uncle, asking him to help out as a funeral master.
Three hundred a day, with meals and lodging included.
Tao Zhixu was tempted and went along.
On the night he arrived at the client's home, an official from the Underworld came to claim his soul and send him to do illegal work in the netherworld.
He landed a part-time job translating Ancient Yan Language for the Underworld.
He ended up doing in the Underworld the work he'd missed out on in the living world.
Theme: Workers have worker souls.
The articles written by the teacher are different from many articles in jj. They have a different flavor. I hope the teacher can keep updating and not let down the readers' expectations for the teacher.
??? Did this place name blow me away? We are not from the same place
The number of words in my composition is less than that of mine...😭
My wife finally updated it woo woo woo