As soon as these words came out, the two people at the door couldn't help but turned their heads. Song San looked at Chen Nian and opened his mouth to scold: "Why are you joining in the fun? You little beggar can't write any words. Go back to the house!"

Listening to Song San's rude words, Chen Nian knew that Song San actually had no ill intentions. After all, the chance of picking up a little beggar from the roadside and being able to write was too low.

Moreover, if the writing is not good, it will be a waste of people's ink, and it will be unnecessary if it makes people unhappy again.

"I can really write." Chen Nian said again.

Although saying this might make Mr. Song unhappy, for the sake of the twenty cents, Chen Nian felt that he could persist a little longer. When the time comes that he actually writes the words, Mr. Song won't say this anymore.

And now that he was short of money, how could he not seize such an opportunity when it came to his door?

When the housekeeper of the Xu Mansion heard the noise in the yard, he couldn't help but peek inside. Then he saw a strange young man. He looked pretty, but his face didn't look too good.

"Who is this?"

"This is the beggar I picked up from the roadside yesterday. After taking care of him for two meals, I don't know what the world is like." Song San said.

The housekeeper of the Xu Mansion is really worried about finding a hundred people who can write.

It is not difficult to find a few people who can write in such a large county, but it is indeed a bit difficult to find a hundred people. Who are the educated people hanging around here?

At this moment, Song Laosan was completely gone as angry as before. He looked left and right on the ground and couldn't recognize what these characters were. But since the housekeeper of the Xu Mansion said it was a character, then it must be that the character had not escaped!

"Yes, you see that Fu Xiucai is also literate and has studied a lot. Isn't he also in such a miserable state now?"

"Song Laosan, you also said that you just picked up this kid. What if he really knows how to write? At worst, let him give it a try."

Hearing this, Chen Nian felt a little embarrassed: "We don't have a pen or paper at home, so we can't write."

Then I carefully soaked my hands in hot water and washed them clean before I came to the table, spread out the paper, and started grinding.

Dragon swims in the shape of a snake, all in one go!

"Okay!" Chen Nian put away the pen and carefully placed it on the inkstone.

"Hey, that's not a bad word!"

Chen Nian couldn't help but nod: "What a good name. The breeze is coming and everything is smooth sailing. The young master will definitely achieve great things in the future!"

Then the housekeeper of the Xu Mansion left, and Song San looked at Chen Nian like a treasure, but felt a little curious.

The housekeeper of the Xu Mansion nodded when he saw this move.

Naturally, you can't make up things like this, and even if you make them up, they have to be well-founded.

"I have never learned anything. I just lay under the wall of a private school and eavesdropped when I was young. When the children inside came out, I used the gadgets I made to trade with them to learn how to write. After a long time, I learned how to write.

I know a little bit."

Song San also followed behind and shouted: "Thank you, Mr. Butler!"

The housekeeper was quite satisfied with Chen Nian's handwriting, and immediately said: "Okay, I'll count you in, you go back and write one now, and I'll give you the money."

When Chen Nian saw the other party relenting, he immediately found a branch from the side.

"Okay, then I'll send someone to deliver it to you later."

"What thighs! If you follow me, you will starve to death."

"Thank you, Mr. Butler!" Chen Nian immediately bowed to express his gratitude.

"I'll never die of hunger." Chen Nian said with a playful smile.

"Well, it's because life is hard now. What's the use of just being literate?"

So he happily got up from the ground and looked at Chen Nian: "You kid can do it, have you learned it before?"

"This is twenty cents, take it." The steward of the Xu Mansion happily took out the twenty cents and put it on the table, then packed up his things and left with the words in his hands.

"Go, go, Song Laosan, what are you shouting after? This is not what you wrote."

"Okay, okay!" Song San clapped his hands happily, "Don't you think there is a person in our family who can write? Who said our family can't make this money?"

"I really know how to do it."

"The writing is really good!" The housekeeper of the Xu Mansion couldn't help but admire it again. As the boy said, it was more beautiful to write with a brush than to write on the ground with a branch.

Thinking of this, he asked again: "Are you really good at writing?"

"So benefactor, I plan to hug your thigh tightly."

Except for some failed scholars who teach here and become doctors, the rest are some businessmen, and then there are some lords and lords in the government.

"What's Mr. Xu's name?"

He can now see that this Song San is an arrogant person who says the cruelest words and does the kindest things.

Chen Nian took these things and returned them to the house.

"Xu Fan."

While the business was boasting, he started to write on the paper with a brush.

But if you want to find them to write, it's even harder.

"How come you, a literate person like you, have become a beggar?"

Then he wrote his name vigorously on the ground in the yard.

At this time, Chen Nian said from the side: "Master Butler, you can just give this money to my benefactor when the time comes."

After hearing this, the housekeeper took a deep breath and felt happy, forgetting that Song Laosan was an uneducated person and there would definitely be no such thing as paper and pen at home.

"Master Butler, look at it, it may not look good now. The main reason is that it is too cold and hard, and the branches are brittle. I can write better if I use a brush." ​​Chen Nian said.

"Song Lao San, Song Lao San, I didn't expect that you are so old and don't know a single word, yet a kid you just picked up from the street can still write!"

The butler slapped his thigh: "It's up to you, I'll give you the money anyway, as long as I can get the words."

The housekeeper walked into the yard and looked intently at the ground.

Not long after, the housekeeper of the Xu Mansion came over again with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

When Song San saw that Chen Nian was still saying that, he was about to get angry on the spot, but then the housekeeper stopped him.

Looking at the twenty cents on the table, Chen Nian did not put it away immediately, but took the initiative to push the money over: "My benefactor, please take this money, it will be used for my food and accommodation here."

Although the cost is not much, I will think of ways to earn some money later."

Song San looked at Chen Nian.

"Take it, you earned this money. Although I am poor, I do not lack you. I did not take you in just to see how much money you can earn for me. If you are really serious, help me every day."

Do the work."

After the words fell, Xu Erni, who had been silent on the side, also said: "I didn't expect you to be able to write. Just take the money. We have food and drink, and we don't lack you."

But Chen Nian shook his head: "This can't be done. If it weren't for you and me, I would have frozen to death on the street. Otherwise, each of us would get half of the money, half of it is earned by me, and the other half is my food expenses."
Chapter completed!