Chapter 44: Lying Flat Person

Seeing that others listened, Rong'an Shan was satisfied.

He nodded and drank tea again.

Zhang Gui hurriedly said goodbye formally and was sent out of the hall by Song Huawen.

Afterward, Song Huawen really chose a servant who was not tall or short, not fat or thin, and looked well-proportioned.

A servant aged fifteen or sixteen was sent to Zhang Gui to listen to his orders.

He also specifically explained, "The little servant beside the head clerk is not easy to dispatch.

The rest are all servants just bought from the 'Benevolent People Society.'

Although they are all young and strong and know some crafts, they are not specifically used to serve people, and they all look ordinary.

So I can only choose the clever ones from the honest people."

This means that if the appearance is good enough, even if it is a slave with no skills, it is more valuable than a servant with low appearance and skills, and they will not be sold together.

A good face is really important in any world.

Zhang Gui, who was a face-value party in his previous life, understood the importance of face very well.

"Appearance can reach the Son of Heaven, otherwise there would be no allusion of overturning cities and countries.

This point applies to both men and women, so those with good looks are inevitably arrogant.

Ordinary people like me should use honest people to do things.

Thank you, Song Weng."

This remark was thorough, which really made Song Huawen feel some appreciation, "Steward Zhang is a sensible person.

Zhao Thirty, you will serve him tea and water diligently in the future.

The head clerk has already spoken, if Steward Zhang is satisfied with you, he will hand over the contract.

This is much more comfortable than being trapped in the manor for a lifetime and sitting in a well to watch the sky."

Zhao Thirty hurriedly agreed.

At this time, a little meatball who was wearing thick cotton-padded jackets and seemed to be rolling on the ground, but was actually a four or five-year-old fat girl with a red face, ran over.

Seeing that there were no flowers in front of the hall, she sighed with regret like a little adult.

She turned around and grabbed Song Huawen's pants, looking up and saying: "There are really no flowers, and no winter butterflies or grasshoppers.

Nothing to play with, Que'er is so bored.

Can Grandpa take me to ride a big horse?"

Song Huawen looked back at the hall, seeing that Rong'an Shan was gone, bent down to pick up the fat girl, and smiled at Zhang Gui:

"Young Master Zhang, forgive me.

This is my granddaughter Que'er, her parents died of the plague last year, so she has been by my side.

I feel sorry for her being pitiful, and didn't send her to school when she was old enough, wanting to relax for a few more days, but I didn't expect to raise her character wild."

"I think your granddaughter is innocent and lively, and her character is excellent."

Influenced by his previous life, Zhang Gui didn't like the kind of children who hung five-stripe badges on their arms, and praised her sincerely.

Song Huawen felt his sincerity, and a flower bloomed on his face.

Song Que'er smiled and said: "Thank you, brother, for praising Que'er.

I think brother's character is also excellent."

She knew how to return the favor, so she was really not a wild girl.

It was time for lunch.

Song Huawen, who had thousands of people and various things in Wangbei Manor, had no time to continue chatting.

He arranged for Zhao Thirty to lead Zhang Gui to see Zhang Bazhen.

He kissed his granddaughter in his arms, handed her to his subordinate to hold and go eat.

He suppressed his hunger and hurried to the big canteen to appease the hundreds of slaves just sent by the "Benevolent People Society."

Although the Pingyang Zhang family only had one or two cats left in Wangbei Manor, they still retained a three-entry courtyard.

The one who occupied it alone was that Zhang Bazhen.

He was a middle-aged man with a drunken look and a scholar's appearance.

When he first met Zhang Gui, he was enjoying the rice wine and small stir-fries sent by the Rong family chef with a mouthful of wine and a mouthful of meat.

Seeing Zhang Gui, he clearly knew who it was, but he didn't show any respect, nor did he show contempt, and bowed his hands as if they had known each other for a long time,

"Zhang Gui head clerk, you finally came.

It's noon, you must be hungry, come over and eat together.

This plate of green bamboo shoots with preserved meat, braised crucian carp, and deep-fried prawns, I haven't touched a chopstick, specifically left for you.

Once you come, we will have 'one person for public, two people for private.'

I finally have someone to discuss with in Wangbei Manor."

Seeing him being careless, Zhang Gui didn't act pretentiously, sat down opposite Zhang Bazhen, picked up a chopstick of preserved meat, ate it with a full mouth, and praised:

"The Rong family's chef is really good, good craftsmanship."

He picked up the wine glass and drank it by himself, and when he put it down, he pouted at Zhao Thirty,

"This is a little servant sent by the Rong family head clerk to serve me, named Zhao Thirty.

It's noon, he must be hungry too.

If you don't mind, I'll let him sit at the table and eat with us.

Save trouble later."

"Eating is the emperor, I don't mind this little thing.

Let Xiao Zhao come over to eat, don't starve the child."

"Hear it, come over and eat.

I just heard your stomach drumming."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Zhao Thirty shook his head repeatedly in fear.

"Then you go eat first, go go go go go."

Five "go" words in a row made Zhao Thirty dare not refuse again, and he left gratefully.

After he left, Zhang Gui couldn't help but say: "This Benevolent People Society really has two brushes, one or two is fine.

Ten thousand, able to gather five thousand households, obedient young and strong slaves, simply better than our Pingyang Zhang family's hundred-year accumulation."

"Money can make ghosts push mills.

A business is one hundred thousand taels of gold.

What else can't be done."

Zhang Gui laughed dumbly, "That's true.

By the way, Bazhen head clerk, you just said that I have something to discuss when I come.

I don't know what you want to discuss?"

"What else can people like us do in Wangbei Manor besides being a scapegoat.

It's just that the New Year is coming soon.

Do you and I really have to stay in this broken manor that is already an outsider's place, and finish the twelfth lunar month and the first lunar month.

Why don't we discuss rotation."

This is seeing Zhang Gui is young and using him as a gun.

Zhang Gui didn't get angry, and said lightly: "Okay.

The original words passed down from the 'Ministry of Agriculture' in the clan before I came to Wangbei Manor today were:

Go to 'Wangbei Manor' to find head clerk Zhang Bazhen, and you will naturally know what business to handle.

Let's not press who is the master and who is the follower by status, anyway, as you said, those who stay in Wangbei Manor at this moment have nothing to do besides being a scapegoat.

Just assume the duty you told me is that each person stays here for one day.

How about we all rest when we ask for leave from the Ministry of Agriculture on the 30th of the twelfth lunar month?"

Zhang Bazhen's face darkened when he heard this, and he said muffledly:

"Zhang Gui head clerk is joking.

I've eaten my fill, I'm going out for a walk to digest."

After speaking, he got up directly and left, and soon disappeared without a trace.

"People let you come to carry the pot, you don't think about how to resist but think about putting a pot on me.

Pig teammate."

Zhang Gui muttered to himself, and continued to eat and drink.

After Zhao Thirty came back, after soaking tea and drinking it, he wandered around the manor as if bored.

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 45 =====