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Zhao Han replied, "It's discussed."

"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 upon hearing this: "Are you going to be a hired worker?"

Zhao Han said, "Exactly."

In order to curb the ethos of devotion, the court once classified slaves who did not live with their masters as hired labor during the Wanli period.Although it is useless, it also causes most of today's hired workers to be people who donate their land.

This kind of master-servant relationship lacks a 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 14 years, and we haven't changed our surname yet."

Wei Jianxiong immediately shouted, "No change."

Fei Yinghuan continued to seduce: "I allow you to take the imperial examination. If you pass the imperial examination before the age of 15, you will be adopted as a foster son!"

"Could a slave be able to take the imperial examination?" Zhao Han asked in confusion.

Fei Yinghuan asked back: "Since he is a righteous man, he will enter the official household of Fei's family. In terms of household registration, he is the same as the children of Fei's family. Why can't the imperial examination be held?"

Zhao Han suddenly realized that this thing can be operated.

But Daming is almost over, what's the use of me being admitted to a scholar?

If all goes well, Li Zicheng will be able to open the door to Li Zicheng if he is a scholar at the age of 15, a scholar at the age of 20, and a scholar at the age of 25. He will stay in the capital for another two years.Then he was caught and tortured by King Chuang?

In any case, Fei Yinghuan has already expressed enough goodwill.

The conditions were so generous that it made people suspicious, Zhao Han asked, "Why does Xianggong Fei love him so much?"

Fei Yinghuan smiled and said, "I'm glad to see Hunter, that's all."

Fei Yinghuan is also helpless. The Fei family has not been a jinshi for two generations, and he belongs to the family's only seedlings, but his son is still an idiot who can't be helped!

When you meet a prodigy, you will naturally have to invest, and there will be three outcomes in the future.

First, it hurts Zhongyong, it's too young, big is not necessarily good.If Zhao Han becomes a piece of trash, Fei's at most will have someone to eat.

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

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

The ancient families often did this, especially the wealthy merchants, who selected children for training every year.Family slaves do their best, directly take charge of their own, and 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 the 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 in the lead mountain, most of which are very close, and Fei's in the Goose Lake where Fei Yinghuan is located is only one of them.

If Zhao Han jumped backwards and bullied the orphans and widowed mothers of the Fei clan in Ehu, the other Fei clan members would simply laugh out loud.They can turn into messengers of justice, under the banner of cleaning up evil slaves, collude with the government to imprison Zhao Han, and then share the property left by Fei Yinghuan together.

After Fei Yinghuan's death, Zhao Han and Ehu Fei's family were both prosperous and damaged. They must assist the little master wholeheartedly!

Unless, with Zhao Han's strength, he can eat the entire lead mountain Fei.

Zhao Han thought about it and asked, "I'm afraid the scholars in Jiangxi are not very easy to test, right?"

Fei Yinghuan said with a smile: "Indeed. Before the age of 15, there are not many scholars who can pass the examination in Jiangxi, not to mention rare. So you have to work very hard. If you succeed, you can enter the Fei's Ancestral Hall. If you don't, you can only Be a servant of Fei's family."

I'm a ghostly scholar. If I have the time to read the Four Books and Five Classics, I might as well read a few more books on the Art of War and make friends with a few more heroes...

Zhao Han asked again, "I don't know what arrangements are there for little sister?"

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

Zhao Han asked, "How should I address Fei Xianggong?"

"Let's call it Daddy." Fei Yinghuan smiled.

"It's better to call him Young Master." Zhao Han was still insisting, that title always made him feel like he was being cared for.

Fei Yinghuan pointed at Zhao Han and said to Wei Jianxiong next to him, "This kid is the same as you were back then."

Wei Jianxiong held his head high and said, "Those who have the ability will naturally have a tougher temper."

……

The next day, the crowd went south.

Jinghai County was busy with government affairs, and Wang Yongshi did not come to see him off because of his lack of skills.

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 looked like a saucy bag, and she was dressed in a graceful and noble manner, and she could frighten many people just by her demeanor.

As for Zhao Han...

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

Two horns are sparse on the head, and the dress is relatively neutral.

The servant boy is a kind of elegant existence. It is necessary to carry it when traveling in the mountains, playing in the water, and meeting guests and friends. It often appears in poetry and prose.There are wine waiters who specialize in serving and pouring wine; there are qin waiters who specialize in tuning the qin; there are even fishermen who specialize in fishing for their masters.

And, of course, there are the sleeping boys, some of whom like to take the dry road.

At this moment, Zhao Han's guest appearance was the Swordsman Boy, who was specially following around to hold Fei Yinghuan's sword.

After boarding, set up properly.

Fei Yinghuan called Zhao Han to ask, "How old is Kaimeng?"

Zhao Han casually said nonsense: "Seven years old."

Fei Yinghuan asked again, "You are ten years old, have you ever taken 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 boy's family is poor, and he didn't read all the four books. He learned where his father taught him. However, I have read a lot of miscellaneous books borrowed by my father."

Feeling helpless, Fei Yinghuan took ink, ink, ink, ink and ink from the bookcase and said, "Research the ink!"

Zhao Han slowly took out the ink stick, and with the memory of this body, poured some water to grind the ink apart.

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

Zhao Han was afraid of making mistakes in simplified and traditional Chinese characters, so he wrote a piece of "Silent Night Thoughts", thinking that calligraphy was okay.

Fei Yinghuan looked at it with a headache: "How did Lingzun teach you to practice calligraphy? My stupid son can write better than you!"

Zhao Han can only say: "I am poor, I cherish paper and ink, and I don't have many opportunities to practice calligraphy."

"Forget it, I will practice more logistics..." Fei Yinghuan suddenly stared at the poem 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 in admiration: "Ling Zun is also a calligraphy master! This font is like a pavilion but not a pavilion. It is simple and stable, not flattering or vulgar, and the structure of the font is even more exquisite."

Uh, it's just Qigong Style, and all calligraphy training classes practice this.

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

Even if Zhao Han was not focused on training and was only trained as a boy, Fei Yinghuan would have to teach him personally.

A good carry-on boy can be used as the face of the master.

It is conceivable that in this picture, several scholars travel together, each with a boy to follow.Suddenly, someone's poetry flourished, and he asked the boy to study ink records. His poems were excellent, and the boy's calligraphy was wonderful.

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

Fei Yinghuan was tutoring herself at the moment, but she was attracted by Qigong's body and studied calligraphy along the way.

Chapter 015 [Spear Art]

cabin.

The inscriptions were densely packed, and newly written pen and ink were scattered everywhere. Fei Yinghuan's beard and slag looked a little haggard.

At this moment, the merchant ship had passed Dongchang Mansion, and he was studying Qigong Body all the way.

"Snapped!"

Fei Yinghuan threw the brush away and called the servants on the boat to wash his face and clear his head, then shave off the excess beard in the mirror.

After a while, Zhao Han knocked on the door and entered: "What is your son calling me?"

Fei Yinghuan pointed to the inscriptions all over the floor: "Put away all my copybooks."

Zhao Han had to bend over to clean up the copybook.

Fei Yinghuan stood with his hands behind his back, and asked abruptly, "Which clan do you come from?"

Zhao Han replied: "It's just an ordinary Confucian family background. I heard that someone in my ancestors was a magistrate."

"Impossible," Fei Yinghuan said firmly, "the font created by Ling Zun draws on the strengths of many families and absorbs the essence of famous masters of all dynasties. There must be a large number of famous posts for him to learn from. This style seems simple, but it is all-encompassing. Just an ordinary Confucian household, there is no such background to create!"

Zhao Han didn't study calligraphy very much, so he could only fool himself: "My father travels all the year round, and no one knows where he is."

Fei Yinghuan actually believed it, no longer asked for details, and reminded: "Ling Zun's font is unique, and beginners should not touch it too much, otherwise calligraphy will inevitably go into evil ways."

"Young master taught me right." Zhao Han accepted it humbly.

"Go, I'll be alone." Fei Yinghuan waved.

Zhao Han packed up all kinds of copybooks, bowed out of the room, and closed the cabin door smoothly.

Fei Yinghuan picked up the pen again and wrote a few words, looking left and right, feeling annoyed, and had some signs of going crazy.

Qigong's calligraphy, the strokes are particularly poor, the shape of the characters is particularly positive, and the structure is particularly stable.

Fei Yinghuan has been studying for several days, and he has already been a little crooked. He has not learned the advantages of the glyph structure, and the strokes have become worse and worse.

It's like a martial arts master who has occasionally acquired a strange secret, but after practicing, it causes the meridians to become disordered.

If you can't learn it, if you can't learn it, it will ruin people's learning!

Fei Yinghuan calmed down, and took out a famous inscription. Like a child who just learned to write, he copied it carefully, trying to completely erase the influence of Qigong style.

After copying for a moment, Fei Yinghuan picked up the throwing Qigong body again.

Repeated comparison, careful tasting, thoughtful.

I don't have to learn its shape, just know its meaning, and I can become my own family!

……

Zhao Han didn't know that the words he wrote actually caused Fei Yinghuan to undergo a calligraphy transformation.

He was standing on the deck now, looking at the situation on both sides of the canal.

The north and south of Jingzhou are like two worlds.

Going all the way by boat, the scenery is getting greener and greener, and it seems to return to the world from hell.

This year's drought is mainly concentrated in two provinces.

One was Northern Zhili, the other was Shaanxi, and Shandong was only slightly affected.

Even more frightening is that it is at least raining in Beizhili.In Shaanxi, there has been a drought from the previous year to the present, during which there have been only a few localized rainfalls. A man named Gao Yingxiang has already started a rebellion, and he calls himself "Chuang Wang".

In the face of such a serious disaster, only a few local officials were struggling to cope with the rising peasant army.As for the central court, not only did they not allocate funds for disaster relief, but they still imposed Liao’s salaries on the people of Shaanxi!

"Is this your weapon?"

Wei Jianxiong's voice came from behind him. This fellow was still carrying a wrought iron rod and held Zhao Han's spear in his hand.

Zhao Han clasped his fists and said, "Exactly."

"Then," Wei Jianxiong threw the spear and smiled, "There is nothing left or right, just gesture."

Zhao Han easily caught the spear and put on a "ready to fight" stance.But the difference between a spear and a rifle is huge, and the bayonet technique has to change accordingly. He holds the middle end of the spear body with one hand, and the other hand is relatively back, and his legs are slightly half-lunge.

Wei Jianxiong stood empty-handed, Da Lala said: "Come on."

Zhao Han concentrated and held his breath, suddenly leaned forward, and pierced the opponent's waist with a thrust.

Wei Jianxiong retreated a little later to dodge, and at the same time leaned over to grab the spear, Zhao Han hurriedly retracted his strength, and took advantage of the trend to lift the spear diagonally upwards.