"Oh, this old Fang is really not easy..." Lao Jia sighed, not wanting to disappoint, so he returned to the original topic: "Young Master can buy that house, and I am also worried about it. I don't need to thank you."

Although the old man next to him was dressed in ordinary clothes, his temperament was even better than Lao Jia. He smiled at Zhao Hao and said, "This old man is not polite to you. He is worried about the broken house all day long. What should he do if it collapses? Could it be that he has to pay for someone to repair it?"

"Where is not open to the pot?" Lao Jia smiled unconsciously, took a sip of millet porridge, and asked Zhao Hao casually: "I heard from the high-tech blacksmith that the young master is looking for a book boy for Ling Zun?"

"Is there anyone who recommends Lao Jia?" Zhao Hao nodded. The high-tech blacksmith suggested that he could buy a book boy directly from the teeth shop, which was a matter of more than ten or twenty taels of silver. But he could not pass the psychological barrier of buying and selling people for the time being, so he still wanted to hire one from the neighbors.

"There's a good one." Old A-Chang smiled, turned around and brought a few hot cages to the stall owners of the square and smiled: "Aren't you begging me to find a job for your boy? How about it, go and be a scholar for the Zhao family's minister?"

"Uh..." The stall owner Fang was a little confused and said, "I have to discuss it with my family."

"Your wife is on the edge of the river." Lao Jia said, waved behind Zhao Hao and said, "Fang Wen, come here and let Mr. Zhao meet first. If you don't like each other, it will be useless to ask."

Zhao Hao was stunned when he heard this. He didn't notice that there was someone behind him.

Looking back, there was a boy of similar age as me who was wiping the table down.

Hearing Lao Jia's words, the child put down the rag and came over shyly.

"Hey, stall owner Fang has a son, but he hasn't seen him before." Zhao Hao couldn't help but smile.

"Hahaha, he is helping in the stall every day!" Lao Jia asked the child with a laugh, "Tell me, how many times have you seen Mr. Zhao?"

"Three times..." the child named Fang Wen replied timidly: "Add four times this time."

When Zhao Hao heard this, his eyes widened. He thought secretly that he had come to this government for four times.

That is to say, the child is here every time I come here, but why have I never noticed him?

"Young Master Zhao, don't be surprised. I've just been here for a year. If I hadn't known that the stall owner had a son, I'd probably have forgotten that there was such a person." Lao Jia Chang said to Zhao Hao with a smile.

The old man next to him also nodded deeply and said, "At first I thought it was haunted..."

"Oh, this kid can't beat a little bit with eight sticks, and he doesn't even look down on his side in the sun." The stall owner of Fang lit his son's head depressedly and said, "If you miss Mr. Zhao, you will be very guilty."

Zhao Hao was very happy when he heard this. He made Zhao Shouzheng dizzy all day long, and he wished that the rest of the family would be like mute...

I looked at the child again, although he was not outstanding in appearance, he had nothing to do with thin eyebrows and thin eyes. The only problem was that he was too ordinary and could not be found if he was thrown into the crowd.

But isn’t such a little transparent person just right to be a book boy? What should I do if I have a lot of fun all day long and I have a simple father damaged?

"Are you literate?" Zhao Hao asked the child.

"After studying in a private school for a few years, I dropped out of school after reading half of the Analects of Confucius." Fang Wensheng said like a mosquito.

"It's him!" Zhao Hao made the decision on the spot.

As a book boy, what talent and expertise are needed just to hold an umbrella and grind an ink?

"This..." The stall owner Fang was both happy and worried when he heard this, and Shining Shining said, "The villain went to talk to the husband..."

Zhao Hao turned a blind eye and said to himself: "If you don't sign a contract for selling your body, you will only need to do it for three years, and let him stay or stay in three years."

The owner of the stall owner clearly relaxed when he heard this. The reason why he was unwilling to take on this matter was that he was most worried about signing a contract for his own sale. In that way, his son would become a slave to the Zhao family from generation to generation. However, Zhao Hao had no intention at all.

If he only signed a three-year contract, he could consider it even if he only controlled food and accommodation.

But Zhao Hao continued: "Give two taels of silver every month, including food, clothing, accommodation and other items. There will be a regular silver at the end of the year, depending on the performance. I will still be willing to keep it for three taels every month. If I want to return home, I will give twenty taels of silver to settle down."

"Oh..." The old man in the Arctic couldn't help but smile when he heard this, "Brother, is the sixty-year-old old book boy useful? I still know how to write and write."

Zhao Hao's conditions are very generous. In this Nanjing city, a laborer who works hard for a month and earns only two taels of silver if he dies. Of course, technical jobs such as mechanics and dyers can earn more. Fang Wen's 14 or 15-year-old boy has not had enough strength and no skills. He is so shy and taciturn. Even if he knows something, he can only go to the store to be an apprentice.

And the long apprenticeship period cannot get wages...

"My father-in-law is joking. You are not good at your legs and feet, so why do you run errands for Mr. Zhao?" But the stall owner said quickly: "The child is young, has quick hands and feet and has little talk. He is born to be a book boy..."

"Oh, aren't you unable to make the decision?" The father-in-law teased and said, "Let's go and discuss with the wife. If she doesn't agree, don't miss my future."

"I'm just saying this, my villain has the final say..." The stall owner Fang smiled embarrassedly after being squeezed.

"Hahaha..." Everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere was very pleasant.

While everyone was laughing, they suddenly heard a loud bang, and the steamer placed in front of the stall was kicked over. The cage scattered and the buns flew everywhere!

Gao Wu hurriedly raised his hand to block it, flew towards Zhao Hao's cage, and caught a few buns.

Zhao Hao was startled and thought that the gangster was causing trouble. When he looked back, he saw that he was a magistrate wearing a long blue cloth suit with a square flat hat with red feathers on his square, and a few white servants who had not had red feathers, standing there in a stamina.

The official stepped on the stove that fell to the ground, looking like he was trying to eat people. "My surname is Fang, get over here!"

"It turns out it's Mr. Li," the stall owner glanced at the food all over the ground with heartache, and hurried over to reimburse him carefully, "Why do you want to come here?"

"Do you think I am willing to come?" The official holds the iron ruler and lights the chest of the stall owner Fang and says viciously: "I told you ten days ago that I will make up for the owed stall silver by the end of the month! Today is the first day of the New Year, where is your silver?!"

"I can't afford that much money for a small business..." The stall owner Fang was about to cry and kept bowing, "I'd like to ask Mr. Li to give me a few more days to give me a grace."

"Who will give me my grace?" Li Guan Xiao gritted his teeth and was about to say 'If you don't pay the money, just move your things', but he saw that the guy in this mess was not worth a tael of silver. He couldn't help but burst into flames: "If you don't pay the money today, sell your daughter to pay the bill!"

In that room, Qiaoqiao had been alarmed long ago, but was held tightly by her mother and could not come over.

Hearing the official's slander, Qiaoqiao could no longer hold it back. With red eyes, she pointed at him and cursed: "Li Jiutian, are you talking about human words? Why don't you sell your daughter?!"
Chapter completed!