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There was a packet in front of him, and when he opened it, there were four small silver ingots, totaling twenty taels of silver.

"Ugh!"

Zhao Han sighed and reached out to play with the silver ingot.

After living two lifetimes, this is the first time for him to see the actual silver ingot with his own eyes.

Not as regular and delicate as in the TV series, the four silver ingots in front of me are very rough, and there are large and small dense pores on the surface.

Zhao Zhenfang was able to walk on the ground, and came to her brother: "Second brother, are these silver? A lot of money."

"Yes, a lot of money." Zhao Han said.

Zhao Zhenfang wondered: "With the money, why is the second brother not happy?"

Zhao Han laughed at himself: "It's just that the expectations are too high."

Since Wang Zhixian sent the money, and it was neatly packaged and courteous, but he didn't call Zhao Han to meet him, obviously he didn't want to have anything more to do with it.

Fei Yinghuan must be playing tricks on alienating a child who has contributed so much to give advice!

Isn't this Fei Yinghuan expressing his sincerity?

He put all his effort into recruiting servants, not to recruit them back for beating, scolding and abuse.

At least at Fei's house, Zhao Han and his sister won't have a hard time.

Zhao Han held the silver ingot in his hand and weighed it. Twenty taels of silver, whether it was too much or too little, was barely worth it.

But what the brothers and sisters really need is a stable growth environment, not a precarious life.

That's all.

...

Shiwei is in September, which belongs to the third autumn, and the weather is gradually getting cooler.

Zhao Han pushed open the door, put on moonlight, and went to the next door to talk to Fei Yinghuan.

"Brother, please come in." It was Wei Jianxiong who opened the door, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

Fei Yinghuan was lighting a lamp and reading a book, when he heard the commotion outside, he asked with a smile: "You two, brother and sister, have you discussed it?"

Zhao Han replied: "We have discussed it."

"How?" Fei Yinghuan asked again.

Zhao Han said: "The boy is 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: "Are you going to be a hired worker?"

Zhao Han said, "Exactly."

In order to curb the custom of donation, the imperial court classified all domestic slaves who did not live with their masters as hired workers during the Wanli period. Although it is useless, most of the hired workers today are those who contribute to the land.

This kind of master-servant relationship lacks firm binding force!

Fei Yinghuan asked, "Why?"

Zhao Han explained: "The kid doesn't want to change his name."

"This is easy," Fei Yinghuan pointed to Wei Jianxiong, "Old Wei and I have been with me for fourteen years, and we haven't changed our surname yet."

Wei Jianxiong immediately cheered: "No change."

Fei Yinghuan continued to seduce: "I allow you to take the imperial examination. Before the age of fifteen, if you pass the examination as a scholar, I will truly accept you as a adopted son!"

"Can domestic slaves take the imperial examination?" Zhao Han asked doubtfully.

Fei Yinghuan asked back: "Since you are adopting a righteous man, you will enter the official household of the Fei family. If you only talk about the household registration, it is the same as the children of the Fei family. Why can't you take the imperial examination?"

Zhao Han suddenly realized that this thing can be operated.

But Daming is coming to an end, so what's the use of me being a scholar?

If all goes well, Li Zicheng will be able to open the door for Li Zicheng if he becomes a scholar at the age of fifteen, a scholar at the age of twenty, and a scholar at the age of twenty-five. Then he was caught and tortured by King Chuang?

In any case, Fei Yinghuan has expressed enough goodwill.

The conditions were generous enough to make people suspicious, Zhao Han asked, "Why is Fei Xianggong so fond of you?"

Fei Yinghuan smiled and said, "I'm happy to see Lie Xin, that's all."

Fei Yinghuan also had no other choice, the Fei family had not been awarded Jinshi for two generations, and he belonged to the only seedling of the family, but his son was still an idiot who couldn't help himself!

When you meet a child prodigy, you will naturally invest in it. There will be three outcomes in the future.

First, hurting Zhongyong, it's too young to be old. If Zhao Han becomes a waste, Fei's family will at most raise someone to eat.

Second, Zhao Han will be a good talent in the future, and he can take charge of Fei Yinghuan's useless son.

Third, Zhao Han is a pillar of talent, so he should be sent to take the imperial examination and be truly included in Fei's ancestral hall.

The ancient famous families often did this, especially the wealthy merchants, who would select children for training every year. The house slave has achieved the ultimate, directly and independently, and has become the general manager of the business in the entire region.

This is more secure than going outside to recruit people, because the household registration of a domestic slave is in the hands of the master!

Moreover, a truly big family is not afraid of domestic slaves turning their hosts into masters.

There are many branches of Fei's family in Qianshan, most of which are very close to each other. The Fei's family in Ehu where Fei Yinghuan is located is just one of them.

If one day Zhao Han turned against him and bullied Ehu Fei's orphans and widows, the other Fei clans would laugh out loud. They can become envoys of justice, under the banner of cleaning up evil slaves, collude with the government to put Zhao Han in prison, and then divide up the property left by Fei Yinghuan together.

After Fei Yinghuan's death, Zhao Han and Ehu Fei's family were both prosperous and hurt, and must help the little master wholeheartedly!

Unless, with Zhao Han's strength, he can eat the entire Fei family of Qianshan Mountain.

Zhao Han thought for a while and asked, "Scholars from Jiangxi, I'm afraid it's not easy to take the exam, right?"

Fei Yinghuan said with a smile: "Indeed. Before the age of fifteen, there are not many scholars who can pass the examination in Jiangxi, not to mention very few. So you have to work very hard. If you are successful, you can enter Fei's ancestral hall. If you don't, you can only Can be Fei's family slave."

I am a ghostly scholar, if I have the time to read the Four Books and Five Classics, why not read more books on the Art of War and make friends with more heroes...

Zhao Han asked again: "I don't know what arrangements my little sister has?"

Fei Yinghuan said: "I have two daughters, the second daughter is seven years old this year, the younger sister can be the younger daughter's playmate."

Zhao Han asked, "How should I address Mr. Fei?"

"Let's call him Daddy." Fei Yinghuan laughed.

"It's better to call him son." Zhao Han still insisted, that title always made him feel that 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 back then."

Wei Jianxiong held his head high and held his chest high: "Those who are capable must naturally have a tougher temper."

...

The next day, everyone went south.

Jinghai County was busy with government affairs, and Wang Yongshi didn't come to see him off because he didn't have the skills to spare.

The younger sister was just recovering from a serious illness, so Wei Jianxiong carried her away, and temporarily let the officials carry the bookcase, and went to the pier outside the city to board a merchant ship.

Fei Yinghuan still had that coquettish appearance, with a dignified and dignified appearance, and his demeanor alone could scare many people away.

As for Zhao Han...

Before returning to Qianshan Mountain, he made a temporary guest appearance as Fei Yinghuan's servant boy, also known as the "boy" in legend.

There are two horns on the head, and the dress is relatively neutral.

The servant boy is a kind of elegant existence, and it is necessary to take it with you when traveling in mountains and rivers, meeting guests and friends, and often appears in poetry and prose. There are wine-serving boys who pour wine from cups; there are qin-serving boys who hold and tune the qin;

And, of course, there's the bed boy, some of the guys who like to walk the dry road.

At this moment, Zhao Han's cameo role was the Sword Attendant boy, who was specially following by his side to hold Fei Yinghuan's sword.

After boarding the ship, settle properly.

Fei Yinghuan called Zhao Han over and asked, "How old was Kai Meng?"

Zhao Han said nonsense: "Seven years old."

Fei Yinghuan asked again: "You are ten years old, have you ever passed the Tongsheng exam?"

Zhao Han shook his head: "Never."

Fei Yinghuan asked again: "Let's not talk about the Four Books and Five Classics, should I finish reading the Little Four Books?"

Zhao Han said: "The kid is poor, and I haven't read the Fourth Primary Book thoroughly. I learned it wherever my father taught me. However, I have read a lot of miscellaneous books that my father borrowed."

Fei Yinghuan had no choice but to take a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the bookcase, and said, "Study ink!"

Zhao Han slowly took out the ink stick, relying on the memory of this body, poured some water to grind the ink away.

"Write, write whatever you want," Fei Yinghuan said.

Zhao Han was afraid of mistakes in simplified and traditional characters, so he grabbed a pen and wrote "Thoughts in a Quiet Night". He thought his calligraphy was passable, and he practiced in training classes for several years in elementary school.

Fei Yinghuan had a headache when he saw it: "How did your father teach you to practice calligraphy? My stupid son can write better than you!"

Zhao Han can only say: "My family is poor, I cherish paper and ink, and there are not many opportunities to practice calligraphy."

"Forget it, more logistics training..." Fei Yinghuan stared at the poem suddenly, and asked in surprise, "Who did you learn this font from?"

Zhao Han replied: "My father created it."

Fei Yinghuan couldn't help clapping his hands and admiring: "Your father is a master of calligraphy! Such a font looks like a pavilion but not a pavilion, simple and stable, not flattering or vulgar, and the shape and structure of the characters are even more exquisite."

Uh, it's just the Qigong style, which is practiced in calligraphy training classes.

Fei Yinghuan quickly said: "Write a few more poems quickly, I want to study this style well!"

Even if he didn't focus on training Zhao Han, but only treated him as a boy, Fei Yinghuan would still teach him himself.

A good portable boy can be used as the face of the owner.

You can imagine this picture, a few scholars travel together, each with a boy to follow. Suddenly, a certain person became very popular with poetry and asked the boy to study ink to record. His poems are excellent, and the boy's calligraphy is wonderful. They complement each other very well.

Therefore, the boy who is valued by the master often does not do any rough work, is tutored by the master himself, and spends his spare time reading and practicing calligraphy.

Fei Yinghuan is tutoring in person at this moment, but he is attracted by the Qigong style and has been studying calligraphy along the way.