Spy Wars: I can get rewards by being a bully!

It was already midnight when Lin Ze got home. He did not disturb the two sisters and planned to take a shower and go to bed.

It was Xiyue who heard the noise, got up, put on her clothes, and came to light the stove in Lin Ze's room. Fearing that he would catch a cold, she went to boil some hot water and washed Lin Ze's feet.

Lin Ze couldn't help but sigh, Xiao Xiyue is still the most considerate!

After washing his feet, Xiyue put his feet on her legs, then took a large towel, wrapped them up and wiped them clean.

"Master, go to sleep quickly, don't catch a cold."

Lin Ze pulled her over and said, "Xiyue, you've worked hard."

Xiyue felt sweeter in the heart than eating honey. She let Lin Ze hold her obediently, and at the same time she stretched out her hand to fold his quilt into a quilt tube.

"Master, what are you talking about? I am so lucky to have met you. I don't have to worry about food and clothing. You are so kind to my sister and me. We will be your maids and serve you in our next life."

Xiyue's face was filled with a relieved and satisfied smile, and she expressed her feelings in a low voice.

The two of them snuggled together for a long time, and Lin Ze let her go back to sleep.

The next morning, when Ruoxue saw the coat hanging, she knew that Lin Ze had returned.

He rushed into Lin Ze's bedroom and threw himself onto the bed.

Lin Ze caught her and punched her twice, "Ruoxue, you are getting more and more crazy!"

Ruoxue squeezed around, trying to squeeze into Lin Ze's bed, and whispered, "My master said before that it's better to be a little crazy."

Lin Ze didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I want you to remember this, right?

Xiao Ruoxue's pure yet crazy look is indeed fascinating. She is completely different from her sister. Every time, Xiyue is cautious and restrains herself.

Ruoxue is not like that. Even if it really doesn't work, she will ask Lin Ze to continue using it.

Just like a bulimic, he can never get enough.

The two were playing around when Xiyue came in with a copper basin and asked Ruoxue to wipe Lin Ze's face while she put on his casual clothes.

Lin Ze refused this service at first, as he was not a giant baby. But after getting used to it, hey, you know what...

The breakfast was very rich, with stir-fried dishes, porridge and fried dough sticks. Lin Ze drank two large bowls of porridge with pickled cucumber sticks and sizzling Baiyangdian salted duck eggs.

These days, salted duck eggs are a top-notch delicacy that is unimaginable to ordinary people at the bottom of society. Some people who don't have much money but like to drink usually settle for a handful of peanuts or even half a radish, but if they come across one or half a salted duck egg, they will have to drink a lot.

When he finished drinking, you looked at the salted duck egg and found that not much of it was gone down, as if you were eating it with a toothpick.

These cucumber strips were pickled by Xiyue herself. The pickle jar was placed in the woodshed. They have been pickled for two or three months and are just the right taste. They are not too salty and are crispy and go well with rice.

Lin Ze estimated that the Military Police Headquarters had already started to take action. Since he was not called, it was likely that a part of the elite military police and the Joint Special High Section personnel were directly mobilized.

You don't call yourself the best. You've been busy like a top these days, but you only get a small salary!

After dinner, Lin Ze called the two sisters to the study, "Come here, let me see how your handwriting is going. Have you practiced these few days?"

Xiyue was like an excellent student preparing for an exam, with a serious look on her face. She ground the ink meticulously, picked up the brush, licked the ink, and started writing uprightly.

Lin Ze took a look. Lin Ze bought many inscriptions and calligraphy, but Xiyue only chose Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy. This calligraphy is not easy for a girl to write, but Xiyue practiced diligently and had some strength from working all day, so her calligraphy was very neat and the structure and layout were also in line with the rules.

Looking at what she had written, it was clearly the words from the Book of Commandments for Women.

Go to bed late and get up early, do not be afraid of working day and night, do your work and personal affairs, do not be afraid of the difficulty, make sure that what you do is completed, and keep your handwriting in order. This is called diligence. Be upright and upright, serve your husband and master, be quiet and self-disciplined, do not like to joke, and keep food and drink clean...

Lin Ze smiled and said that Xiyue was just too strict with herself and sometimes too serious.

He picked up the pen and circled the words "husband". "Xiyue, what does this mean?"

Xiyue panicked, "Master, I don't have that extravagant hope..."

Lin Ze held her shoulders and said, "When life is peaceful in the future, why not marry you?"

Xiyue burst into tears. This was something she dared not even think about!

"I just want to stay by your side for the rest of my life, wash your feet, change your clothes, cook for you..."

Lin Ze teased her a few more times in a gentle voice, and Xiyue finally burst into laughter. Her oval face was white and delicate, and her wet face made her even more charming.

Ruoxue was practicing the Liu style calligraphy which is more suitable for girls, but her handwriting was far worse than her sister's. It seemed that she must have neglected practice.

Lin Ze scolded: "Ruoxue, you just love to play. From now on, you have to write ten big characters every day. If you don't finish, I will punish you with my family rules."

Ruoxue nodded quickly, "Master, even though my handwriting is not very good, I take time to practice every day. Not only do I not give up the drum, I also practice my body movements frequently!"

Although artists at that time were originally of the lowest class, there were still differences in status between different types. Peking opera is now the most popular and can make the most money, and famous actors are still respected, so they definitely have a higher status in the art industry. Those who play the sanxian and sing the big drum do not have such a high status.

Of course, if you sing well, it shouldn’t be a problem to support yourself and your family.

Therefore, these young people who sing big drums have to learn a few operas from a young age to see if they have the talent to sing Peking opera. This can be regarded as a step towards higher goals.

Lin Ze pulled a stool over, and Xiyue considerately brought a small pillow to cushion his waist.

Looking at Ruoxue, Lin Ze lit a cigarette and said, "Come on, show me."

Ruoxue smiled charmingly and said, "Little Red Lady, please..."

It’s true that Ruoxue might really have talent in this area. Her singing of Little Matchmaker was vivid, lively and moving.

When she finished singing, Lin Ze clapped his hands and said, "Not bad, not bad, you passed. Practice hard in the future and don't waste time."

Lin Ze was enjoying a rare leisure time at home. In the afternoon, the phone rang.

I thought something happened with the Military Police Headquarters, but it turned out to be Xie Quaner.

"Master Lin, if you are free, you should come over. Someone has died in the area."

In winter, people die every day and everyone is used to it. But since Xie Quaner called, it is impossible that he died of freezing.

"Someone got into a fight?"

"The owner of a tobacco shop had a conflict with a group of beggars. The two sides started fighting, and one beggar was hit on the head with a blunt object and died immediately."

This tobacco shop does not refer to a big opium den, but a shop that sells dry tobacco leaves.

This is really strange. How could a tobacco shop owner come into conflict with a beggar?

Could it be that beggars no longer want food and instead want tobacco leaves?