Vol 5 Chapter 157: Cloud servant

Chapter 157 Yun's Boy Servant
Most of the children who leave Yun's school outside are only more than ten years old. Most of the children at this age have completed Yun's primary education.
It has been mixed in Yun's shops for more than a year. If it is purely based on knowledge, it is already very extraordinary among the poor literate people in Han Dynasty.
Over the past few years, Yun's duck-feeding education has put everything these children can understand into their hearts.
When they knew the first word, Yun Lang told these children that any knowledge is just a tool in their hands.
It is very difficult to expect a child who has a simple mathematics foundation, a lattice basis, a geometric foundation, geographical knowledge, and an extremely broad horizon to develop an obsessive psychology for obscure classics education.
Just like people who are used to fine food, it will be difficult to adapt to rough food at one and a half times.
Yun Lang likes this silent way of changing things and doesn't like too drastic ways of doing things.
A long time ago, the earliest batch of servants of Yun's servants knew very well in their hearts that Yun had no domestic slaves.
As long as they are willing, they can go to the government office to modify their household registration at any time, but it is not good for them to do so, so they are willing to continue to live as a slave in the Yun family.
As for children ... Yun's always been a baby. In the most difficult time, Yun Lang had to eat millet and drink gruel. Those children's meals still had eggs and one per person.
The children who did not study well were sent to various workshops and shops early on. All the good seedlings who studied were dressed in sackclothes to pretend to be servants in the Yun family.
After Liang Zan came out of Xia Houjing, he returned home.
His home is not big, it is still one of the large row of bungalows.
Two large and one small rooms are enough for their mother and son.
Through the corridor, Liang Zan walked into his mother's room, quietly watching his mother rub the wool rope.
"Is the food in the canteen gone?"
Feng Zan, Liang Zan's mother, looked at the sky outside the window. I was a little puzzled. It was still early, when it was time for the big canteen to open for dinner.
Liang Zan smiled: "Mother, the baby is going away."
Feng Po was taken aback, and the wool rope in her hand became loose, and immediately rolled up.
Liang Zan took the rope head, tied one end of the wool rope to the wooden pile, and continued to rub the rope. He knew that his mother needed to digest it for a while.
"Who is going to?"
"Gaoling Xiahou Shi!"
"Be a servant to others?"
Liang Zan looked at his mother strangely and said, "Since the child was born, he has not been a child servant for a day. No one at home looked at me as a child servant. How could Xiahou Shi be a servant?"
Feng Po breathed a sigh of relief on her chest and said, "I was so scared, I thought I had read a book for seven or eight years, but I couldn't think of being a servant."
Liang Zan folded the wool rope in half again, let go of his hand, watched the two ropes twist and twist into a rope, and put it in front of his mother: "The children go to school, they will not be at home in the future, you and your sister should take care Physically, do n’t let your child care about it. Once the child gets a job outside the office, come to pick up the mother and the girl.

Feng Po shook her head and said, "What are you doing out there? Just earn that point of salaries, where you can withstand eating chews, or stay at home for your sister and your sister. Besides, your sister is going to school, going out, going to school Where to find a place for women to read and read? "
Liang Zan scratched his head and said: "That's right, then wait for the child's official position to become bigger and then come to pick up the mother and the girl."
Feng Po smiled and tapped on her son's head: "Just say something stupid, where is a good home?"
When you make the officer bigger, because the mother is old, your sister should get married, what do you do with us, and then, for the comfort that the mother has lived here, as long as you can move, you won't worry about it, When you can't move, you can do everything. "
Liang Zan was also going to exhort his mother, and he heard the loud voice of Mrs. Zhang outside: "Feng Po, Feng Po, are you a Tibetan man in your family? You can't even call you when playing mahjong?"
Feng Po immediately smiled and smiled, opening the box to get the money bag, and shouted: "Yeah, yeah, my little man is at home, unlike you who gave birth to two money-losers.
Wait, here it is. "
Liang Zan's brow furrowed a ditch, and Feng Po kissed his son's head with his head: "The money is in the box, get more, come for the mother, and see if I don't kill them today. . "
"mother……"
Liang Zan shouted, but his mother ran out of the house, and soon she heard a hearty laugh from her mother.
Liang Zan shook his head, bored his mother's money box, and glanced at it. There were three silver ingots neatly placed and seven or eight stacks of temporary new money. There were two jade pendants in the corner.
He sighed and closed the box again. He glanced at the thick stack of books next to the money box and took two self-talks on the book. He said, "I didn't understand the knowledge here. I ran out. What Guliang learned? "
Although he did things as directed by Brother Mao Hai, Liang Zan was not comfortable at all.
Closing the door, he walked through the flower garden and came to the small courtyard of Mao's brother.
Mao Hai is dealing with the bamboo shoots dug today. The bamboo shoots can no longer be eaten. When Liang Zan came in, he was cutting the bamboo shoots and cutting off the green shoots, leaving the white and tender parts dried.
Throwing the knife to Ryazan easily, Mao Hai picked up his little teapot and took a sip of tea, and lay down on the lounge chair.
While cutting bamboo shoots skillfully, Ryazan said, "Do I have to go to Xiahou Shi in Gaoling?"
Mao Hai narrowed her eyes and said, "That's a way out. It's unlikely to stay at home and work, so I have to do this."
"The master of the house has a lot of merits, and the back to the Nagamon Palace is considered to be a wealthy man, and there are recommended places every year. Why can't it be?"
Mao Haihe laughed and said, "Who made you all these little farts read so well?
The homeowner recommends three a year, and it will be thirty in ten years. The children in our family generally scramble. What if you all meet in Chaotang in the future? "
Ryazan chopped bamboo shoots into two sections: "Do you think you can't meet?"
Mao Haisha shook his head and said, "That's different. At that time, you Liang Zan came from Xiahou Shi, Peng Hai came from Dong Guo Shi, and Xiao Yanzi came from Hou Shi ... In that way, it would be reasonable for you to meet in the court.
Boy, I went to the Xiahou family to study hard. Everyone is also a big clan who spread the word under the name of the world.
There are also a few good characters out of the clan. Do n’t look insignificant now, you might have a big deal. Do n’t go out and embarrass your family. "
Ryazan finished cutting the last bamboo shoot and dropped the knife and said, "Well, then I will go out and wander for a while."
Mao Hai, who rested with his eyes closed, waved his hands casually like a fly and swept away Ryazan, but he was nostalgic.
Liang Zan soon came to the school. He just looked up at the window and saw red sleeves glaring at him.
He suddenly remembered that he was already 13 years old and should not come to school.
Thinking of the girl who was studying, Liang Zan stood still outside the door with a scalp.
The girl was very serious in reading and did not see Liang Zan, which made him a little disappointed. After waiting for a while, Mr. Red Sleeve did n’t mean to stop teaching.
Everyone is fine, the mother is playing mahjong, the sister is in class, the elder brother Mao is sleeping, the house owner is drinking with others ... nothing to worry about.
From today on, he is a disciple of Mr. Xia Houjing. The first thing to do is to print Mr. Xia Hou's book.
Returning to Mr. Xiahou's residence, Liang Zan wrote a pen and wrote: "Mr. Xiong's feet: Hear ..."
After writing four replies in one breath, Liang Zan carefully dried the ink and placed them on the table one by one, waiting for Mr. Xiahou to return with them.
Then take Mr. Xiahou to make money, without having to go far away, the rich city is just fine. Recently, the money houses in the rich city like the wild grass after the rain have come out a lot.
Now, as long as you are diligent, where is the unearned money? It is just a shame to make money by relying on your ability.
After these things were done, Liang Zan picked up the masterpiece "White Deer Collection" that Mr. Xia Hou was about to print and read it carefully.