There was an envelope in front of him. When he opened it, he found four small silver ingots, totaling twenty taels of silver.
"well!"
Zhao Han sighed and reached out to play with the silver ingot.
After living for two lifetimes, this was the first time that he saw the actual silver ingot with his own eyes.
Not as neat and delicate as in the TV series, the four silver ingots in front of you are very rough, with large and small dense pores on the surface.
Zhao Zhenfang was already able to walk and came to her brother: "Second brother, are these silver? It's a lot of money."
"Yes, a lot of money." Zhao Han said.
Zhao Zhenfang asked doubtfully: "With the money, why is the second brother still not happy?"
Zhao Han laughed at himself: "It's just that my expectations were too high."
Since Wangzhi County sent the money, neatly packaged and courteous, but did not summon Zhao Han to meet him, he obviously did not want to have any more involvement.
It must be Fei Yinghuan who is causing trouble by alienating a child who has contributed advice so painstakingly!
Is this not Fei Yinghuan expressing his sincerity?
I put all my effort into recruiting servants, not just to recruit them to be beaten, scolded and abused.
At least Zhao Han and his sister won't have a hard time when they get to Fei's house.
Zhao Han held the silver ingot in the palm of his hand and weighed it. Twenty taels of silver was either too much or too little. He could barely survive.
But what the brothers and sisters really need is a stable environment to grow up, not a precarious life.
That’s all.
…
It is September, which belongs to the third autumn, and the weather is gradually getting cooler.
Zhao Han opened the door, covered with moonlight, and went next door to find Fei Yinghuan to have sex with him.
"Little brother, please come in." The person who opened the door was Wei Jianxiong, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
Fei Yinghuan was lighting a lamp and reading a book. When he heard the movement outside, he asked with a smile: "Brother and sister, have you already discussed it?"
Zhao Han replied: "We have discussed it."
"How?" Fei Yinghuan asked again.
Zhao Han said: "I am willing to sign a ten-year contract with the Fei family."
Fei Yinghuan, who was a little proud at first, frowned when he heard this: "You want to be a hired worker?"
Zhao Han said: "Exactly."
In order to curb the trend of donation, the imperial court classified domestic slaves who did not live with their masters as hired servants during the Wanli period. Although it was useless, it also resulted in the fact that most of today's hired servants were those who donated property.
This kind of master-servant relationship lacks firm binding force!
Fei Yinghuan asked: "Why?"
Zhao Han explained: "The boy doesn't want to change his name."
"This is easy to handle," Fei Yinghuan pointed at Wei Jianxiong, "Old Wei has been with me for fourteen years and has not changed his surname yet."
Fei Yinghuan continued to seduce: "I allow you to take part in the imperial examination. If you can pass the imperial examination before the age of fifteen, I will truly adopt you as my adopted son!"
"Domestic slaves can also take the imperial examination?" Zhao Han asked doubtfully.
Fei Yinghuan asked in reply: "Since I have adopted an adopted son, I will join the Fei family's official household. In terms of household registration alone, he is the same as the Fei family's children. Why can't he take the imperial examination?"
Zhao Han suddenly realized that this thing could be operated.
But the Ming Dynasty is almost over. What’s the use of me becoming a scholar?
If everything goes well, he will be a scholar at the age of fifteen, a scholar at the age of twenty, a Jinshi at the age of twenty-five, and stay as a capital official for another two years, which will be enough to open the door for Li Zicheng. Then he will be caught and tortured by King Chuang?
No matter what, Fei Yinghuan has expressed enough goodwill.
The conditions were so generous that people were suspicious. Zhao Han asked: "Why is Fei Xianggong so flattering?"
Fei Yinghuan smiled and said: "I'm happy to see you hunt, that's all."
Fei Yinghuan had no choice. The Fei family had not produced a Jinshi for two generations, and he was the only one in the family, but his son was still a fool who couldn't be helped!
When you encounter a prodigy, you naturally want to invest in it. There are only three outcomes in the future.
First, it hurts Zhongyong. It may not be better when he is young. If Zhao Han becomes a waste, Fei will only be able to support him as a free meal.
Second, Zhao Han will be a good man in the future and can be the head of Fei Yinghuan's good-for-nothing son.
Third, if Zhao Han is a talented person, then he should be sent to take the imperial examination and be truly included in the Fei clan ancestral hall.
Noble families in ancient times often did this, especially wealthy merchants, who would select children for training every year. House slaves did this to the extreme and directly took charge of the business, becoming the general person in charge of the entire region's businesses.
This is more secure than recruiting people from outside, because the slave’s household registration is in the hands of the master!
Moreover, a truly big family is not afraid that its slaves will turn against the guests.
There are many branches of the Qianshan Fei family, most of which are very close to each other. The Ehu Fei family where Fei Yinghuan is located is just one of them.
If one day Zhao Han rebels and bullies the orphans and widowers of the Fei clan in Ehu, the other Fei clan clans will burst into laughter. They can become messengers of justice, under the banner of cleaning up the evil slaves, collude with the government and put Zhao Han in jail.
Then we will share the property left by Fei Yinghuan together.
After Fei Yinghuan's death, Zhao Han and the Fei family of Ehu both prospered and suffered losses. They must assist their little master wholeheartedly!
Unless, with Zhao Han's strength, he can eat the entire Qianshan Fei clan.
Zhao Han thought for a while and asked: "I'm afraid the talents from Jiangxi are not very easy to take the exam, right?"
Fei Yinghuan said with a smile: "It is true. Before the age of fifteen, those who can pass the scholar examination in Jiangxi are rare, but they are definitely not many. So you have to work very hard. If you become a scholar, you can enter the Fei clan's ancestral hall. If you don't, you can only become a scholar."
I can be a slave of the Fei family."
I'm a damn scholar, and I don't have time to read the Four Books and Five Classics. I might as well read more books on the Art of War and make more friends with heroes...
Zhao Han asked again: "I wonder what my little sister has planned?"
Fei Yinghuan said: "I have two daughters. The second daughter is seven years old this year. My sister can be the younger daughter's playmate."
Zhao Han asked: "How should I call Fei Xianggong?"
"Just call me daddy," Fei Yinghuan said with a smile.
"It's better to call him Young Master." Zhao Han still insisted. That title always made him feel like he was being taken care of.
Fei Yinghuan pointed at Zhao Han and said to Wei Jianxiong next to him: "This kid is just like you before."
Wei Jianxiong held his head high and said: "People with ability naturally have a tougher temper."
…
The next day, everyone went south.
Jinghai County was busy with government affairs, and Wang Yongshi was too busy to do anything, so he did not come to see him off.
The younger sister had just recovered from a serious illness, so she was carried by Wei Jianxiong. The bookcase was temporarily carried by Zao Li, and she was taken to the dock outside the city to board a merchant ship.
Fei Yinghuan still looked like a coquettish guy, with a graceful and noble air about him, and he could intimidate many people just by his demeanor.
As for Zhao Han...
Before returning to Qianshan, he had a temporary guest appearance as Fei Yinghuan's servant boy, also known as the legendary "boy".
There are two sparse horns on the head, and the dress is more neutral.
The servant boy is a kind of elegant existence. He must be taken with him when traveling around the mountains and rivers, and when meeting guests and friends. He often appears in poetry and prose. There are wine waiters who specialize in serving cups and pouring wine; there are harp waiters who specialize in playing piano tunes.
There are even fishermen who serve their masters when fishing.
Of course, there are also sleeping boys, and some guys like to walk on dry roads.
At this moment, Zhao Han made a guest appearance as a swordsman boy, following him specifically to hold Fei Yinghuan's sword.
After boarding the ship, make arrangements.
Fei Yinghuan called Zhao Han and asked, "How old were you to become enlightened?"
Zhao Han casually said: "Seven years old."
Fei Yinghuan asked again: "You are ten years old, have you ever passed the Tongsheng examination?"
Zhao Han shook his head: "Never."
Fei Yinghuan asked again: "Not to mention the Four Books and Five Classics, you should have finished reading the Little Four Books, right?"
Zhao Han said: "My family is poor, so I haven't read through the Little Four Books. I learned what I learned from my father's teachings. However, I have read a lot of miscellaneous books borrowed by my father."
Fei Yinghuan had no choice but to take the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the book box and said, "Grind the ink!"
Zhao Han slowly took out the ink stick, and relying on the memory of his body, he poured some water and spread the ink.
"Write, just write whatever you want," Fei Yinghuan said.
Zhao Han was afraid of making mistakes in simplified and traditional Chinese, so he wrote a poem called "Quiet Night Thoughts". He thought his calligraphy was passable and he practiced it in a training class for several years when he was in elementary school.
Fei Yinghuan felt a headache when he saw it: "How did your father teach you to practice calligraphy? Even my stupid son can write better than you!"
Zhao Han could only say: "My family is poor, I care about paper and ink, and there are not many opportunities to practice calligraphy."
"That's all, I'll practice more in the future..." Fei Yinghuan suddenly stared at the poem and asked in surprise, "Who did you learn this calligraphy from?"
Zhao Han replied: "My father created it."
Fei Yinghuan couldn't help but clapped his hands and praised: "Your Majesty is a master of calligraphy! Such a font looks like Taige but not Taige. It is simple and steady, neither flattering nor vulgar, and the glyph structure is even more exquisite."
Uh, it's just Qi Gong style, which is practiced in calligraphy training classes.
Fei Yinghuan quickly said: "Write some more poems quickly, I want to study this style!"
Even if Zhao Han was not trained as a key child and was only raised as a boy, Fei Yinghuan would still have to teach him personally.
A good portable boy can serve as the owner's facade.
You can imagine this scene. Several scholars are traveling together, each with a boy following them. Suddenly, someone became very interested in poetry and asked the boy to study the ink and record it. His own poems were excellent, and the boy's calligraphy was wonderful. They complemented each other and were very impressive.
ah.
Therefore, boys who are valued by their masters often do not do any menial work, but are tutored by their masters themselves, and spend their free time reading and practicing calligraphy.
Fei Yinghuan was tutoring him personally at the moment, but he was attracted by Qigong style and studied calligraphy all the way.
