Feng Yi briefly washed himself, dusted himself off, and then followed Shitou to Jiang's house.
The reason why he didn't change clothes was because Shitou's figure was too strong and Feng Yi couldn't fit into it.
Many acquaintances greeted Shitou along the way, and when they saw Feng Yi, they all showed kind smiles, as if to say, if you have braids, we are brothers...
But whether it was Uncle Fang who was isolated from the world, or whether the layout here was too old and vicissitudes of life, Feng always felt depressed and suffocated when walking in this town.
The people living here are probably not as leisurely and uncontested as they appear on the surface.
Shitou was still very enthusiastic and kept introducing to Feng Yi that here was a tailor shop, there was a grocery store, and there was a coffin shop. What caught Feng Yi's attention the most was the bacon here, which was hung in rows outside the shop, blowing in the breeze.
Shake it gently, and it is always easy to think of something that makes your scalp numb.
"This bacon technique is the foundation of Uncle Fang's career. It has been passed down from generation to generation. Many people from outside come here to buy it at a high price.
They know the rules of the town, and everyone who comes wears a hat with a braid hanging from the back."
When Shitou said this, he snorted coldly and said: "All blind people know that it is false, we are just unwilling to expose them."
Listening to Shitou's seemingly proud praise, Feng Yi unexpectedly heard an inferiority complex that longed for recognition.
Maybe people like Uncle Fang also know in their hearts that they are the ones who long to be recognized...
After walking for about ten minutes, we arrived at the very center of the town. Shitou pointed at the Shenzhai compound not far away and said, "Brother Feng, this is the Jiang family.
The Jiang family has always disliked us poor people, and we don't like to deal with them, so I sent you here.
Remember, if you enter this door, you may not be able to come out. Have you really thought about it carefully?"
"Thank you, Brother Shi, for your advice. I have already thought about it."
Feng Yi bowed deeply to Shi Shi and said, "Brother Shi first saved my little brother's life and then pointed out the way for me. I am very grateful."
If I can ride on the wind one day, I will never forget Brother Shi’s kindness.”
"It's a shame to say this."
Shitou looked at the gloomy Jiang family mansion with an unconcealable look of fear in his eyes. He sighed, patted Feng Yi on the shoulder and said, "Live well, I'm leaving."
"Brother Shi, walk slowly."
Looking at the other party's somewhat messy footsteps, Feng Yi looked back at the Jiang family mansion and said softly: "Is it so scary? I'm really looking forward to it, don't let me down too much."
Boom, boom, boom!
I don’t know what kind of wood the Jiang’s door is made of. It’s not dull at all when you knock it. Instead, it’s very crisp. The sound can be carried far away, which makes it even more empty inside.
After a while, there were footsteps inside, a creak, and the door was opened, revealing a sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked Qing with a treacherous look on his face.
The thin middle-aged man came out, looked at Feng Yi and said, "Young man, you knocked on the door of my Jiang family for no reason. What do you mean?"
"Hello, sir, little Feng Yi is a scholar who narrowly escaped from the gangsters. He has no ability to tie a chicken and has no skills to earn a living, so he wants to come to Jiang's house to seek a living." Feng Yi said respectfully.
"Oh, when you're looking for a job, just say you're looking for a job. Don't be so formal."
The middle-aged man said unhappily: "What do you know how to do?"
"Writing Spring Festival couplets and pairs, keeping accounts and settling accounts are all fine." Feng Yi said with an apologetic smile after being scolded.
"What month is this, what kind of Spring Festival couplets are written, there are not many educated people in the whole country, what kind of couplets, you poor people, you still think this is the Qing Dynasty..."
The middle-aged man seemed to realize that he had made a mistake mid-sentence, so he changed his tone and hummed: "You said you can keep accounts and settle accounts?"
"I learned from my husband when I was young."
"Looking at your stupid look, I think what you said is true. That's all. In a few days, there will be a big day in the house. There are many guests coming and going, but we are short of a bookkeeper. Come in with me."
Um?
Call me stupid?
Everyone says that I am as noble as Baylor!
You bastard, let me give you some face for now, and I will take care of you in the future.
Feng Yi vented his anger in his heart, and the smile on his face became stronger, and he said: "Thank you, Mr. Gao Yi."
"Don't forget me, my surname is Guo, and I am the housekeeper of the Jiang family."
While leading the way, Butler Guo told him: "On weekdays, you stay in the accounting room. If you have work, do it. If you don't have work, take a rest. Don't leave the room easily, let alone wander around. Otherwise, if something happens, I will protect you."
I can’t help you.”
"Provincial for students."
Feng Yi deliberately hesitated and asked softly: "Steward Guo,
This salary…”
"Why, you just came to work and you want wages?" Butler Guo said with a straight face.
Hearing this, Feng Yi almost spit out his blood. Whoever recruits workers must negotiate the salary first. Otherwise, after working hard for a month, you will give me two pennies. How can I reason with you!
He suppressed his frustrations and forced a smile: "That's not what I meant, but you have to give me some information and let me know."
Butler Guo said with his hands behind his back and his head held high: "One tael of silver a month."
"Steward Guo, our family has also found a bookkeeper before, and the salary was only two taels, and our Jiang family is the richest man..."
"What, is it too little?"
Butler Guo snorted coldly and said: "Your family has your own rules, and here are the rules here. If you are not satisfied, go back to your home!"
Damn…
If I could go back, would I be fooling around with you?
Feng Yi soon realized that he seemed to be in a drama, and said with a smile
"By the way, Feng Yi, let me remind you that if you make a wrong calculation once, you will only get 80% of your salary; if you make a wrong calculation twice, you will get 50%; if you make a wrong calculation three times, you will get out immediately;
Also, you need to bear the losses caused, do you understand me?" Butler Guo added.
"Don't worry, I'm a young boy with quick thinking and good accuracy."
Feng Yi saw it. Butler Guo was an out-and-out profiteer, and he knew everything about his business. No wonder he looked so honorable, he was so worthy!
The Jiang family's place was indeed big enough, and the two of them walked around for a while before reaching the accounting room.
However, there was not even a single figure along the way, and I didn't hear any movement from the house. It seemed as if it was empty and gave off an eerie smell.
Three points is not like a mansion, seven points is more like a cemetery!
"Steward Guo, why is our Jiang family so empty?" Feng Yi couldn't help but ask.
"I like peace and quiet, but don't like trouble, so everyone is very careful about everything they do.
Be careful..."
Butler Guo's face changed slightly when he said this, he turned his head and warned: "Feng Yi, I still say the same thing, after you come here, you must remember your duty, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and don't listen to what you shouldn't hear.
