"You don't want to be an official anymore?" Fang Yun asked.
"I'm not good at it, and I don't like it. At least, I don't like it now." Zhang Jingan slowly raised his head, his dark eyes reflecting Fang Yun in front of him.
Fang Yun didn't look at Zhang Jingan. Instead, he was looking at the heavy snow outside the window with a calm expression.
The cold wind howled outside, while the fragrance of tea rose in spirals inside.
"I think you don't need to suffer and train your body. Continuing to be a village constable isn't a bad idea. Perhaps you'll have a chance to become an official. Once you have a rank, you'll be bestowed the title of Grand Scholar or something. "Fang Yundao said.
"I … I can't continue." Zhang Jingan's expression was particularly complicated. This kind of complicated expression shouldn't appear on an eleven year old child's face.
"Are you sure you want to give up on being a civil official?" Fang Yun was still looking out the window.
Zhang Jingan looked at Fang Yun and suddenly thought of that tall old man. He suddenly understood that these two people were shockingly similar. They clearly knew everything and had clearly given him clear instructions, but he still made the wrong choice. Compared to these people, he was really too young. Village constable was a lucrative position. If someone wanted to snatch it, he could be killed at any time by those old foxes.
A trace of sorrow flashed through Zhang Jingan's eyes.
"I'm sure!" Zhang Jingan nodded vigorously. He knew he had no other choice.
"Do you still remember the person who beat you?" Fang Yun asked.
Zhang Jingan was startled. His face revealed an expression of shame and anger. "Of course I remember!" He then clenched his fists, revealing the anger of a normal child.
"Mm, it's good that you remember. Then, do you remember what I said to you before? "Fang Yun asked.
Zhang Jingan sighed softly. "I remember. You said that if I failed to become a civil official, you would choose a career for me."
Fang Yun looked out the window and slowly said, "It's good that you remember. Go back to the Zhang residence first. Tomorrow, change into coarse clothes and go to the southern city's broker house to take a look. "
Zhang Jingan revealed a difficult expression and said, "Broker house? That place was filled with middle-aged people, and there were people who specially introduced them to make a living. But I don't want to go into those low-class businesses. "
Fang Yun stood up and glanced at Zhang Jingan, as if he hadn't heard his previous words. He said, "Let's go back."
Zhang Jingan felt the disdain and coldness in Fang Yun's eyes, and his blood surged. He instinctively wanted to quarrel like before, but he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
Zhang Jingan was stunned and lowered his head silently.
His experiences over the past few days. Zhang Jingan had learned many things, including silence.
Zhang Jingan didn't like his current self. He didn't like everything that had happened to him.
Early the next morning, Zhang Jingan woke up as usual and washed up. When he walked to the dining hall, he found that there was only one deep-fried dough cake on the table. At most, he would be 70% full.
Zhang Jingan frowned and sat motionless in front of the table.
After a while, Fang Yun came in, and then the maidservant brought out four dishes, a soup, and a bowl of rice. Unlike before, when all the dishes were placed in front of Fang Yun, there was only one deep-fried dough cake in front of Zhang Jingan.
Zhang Jingan glanced at Fang Yun and found that he was wearing coarse clothes. Except for his unique temperament, he didn't look like a Marquis at all.
Fang Yun picked up the steaming hot rice and said, "Let's eat. After eating, change your clothes and go to the broker house."
Zhang Jingan picked up the deep-fried dough cake and ate it silently for a while. Then he reached out his chopsticks to pick up the drumstick on Fang Yun's plate.
Fang Yun suddenly hit Zhang Jingan's hand with his chopsticks. It made a cracking sound.
Zhang Jingan's hand stopped in mid-air, and he looked at Fang Yun in surprise.
"From now on, you have to pay for food and accommodation in Zhang Mansion. This deep-fried dough cake costs three coins, which will be deducted when you receive your salary. What do you want to buy in the future? Whatever you want to eat, you have to spend your salary. "Fang Yundao said.
"Okay!" Zhang Jingan lowered his head and chewed the deep-fried dough cake hard. A ruthless look flashed across his face.
Fang Yun finished the sumptuous breakfast and ordered the maids to leave. Zhang Jingan couldn't help but look at the unfinished food.
"You go and change your clothes. We're going to the broker house! "Fang Yundao said.
"Yes!" Zhang Jingan turned and left.
Half an hour later, the father and son arrived at the famous Broker Street in Southern City.
Kong Shengwen World was different from Saint Origin World. The control of talent Qi was extremely strict. In the entire Chu Country, except for the palace which was shrouded in talent Qi from the Holy Temple, the environment was the same as normal.
It had just snowed in Jingzhou City, and it was freezing cold. Many people were hiding in their houses, but the Broker Street was particularly busy.
Zhang Jingan glanced at the passersby, and his heart was filled with sorrow. In such a cold winter day, these people were clearly wearing thin clothes, and their bodies were shivering from the cold, but they still had to look for a living.
"Maybe, one day, I'll be like them …" Zhang Jingan thought halfway, and his face suddenly froze. He realized that he was no different from them now!
Zhang Jingan silently lowered his head. He still remembered the despair in his mother and Zhang Hua's eyes when there was a rumor in the capital that he was going to seize the Marquis of Zhujiang.
Zhang Jingan shrunk his body. Even though he was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, his exposed skin was unable to resist the bone-piercing cold wind.
Fang Yun casually found a broker house that introduced people to their business and then began to look for a job.
Zhang Jingan followed closely behind Fang Yun. The two of them first looked for a long-term job that provided food and accommodation, but they either didn't meet the requirements, or someone else beat them to it. There were also some jobs that were not bad, but they had to work for several years, and they were not allowed to leave and lose their freedom.
As a last resort, the two of them could only look for short-term jobs that provided food and accommodation. The two of them looked for many times, but none of them accepted a child. When the broker and the woman broker saw Zhang Jingan, they often had two different reactions.
One was very impatient. They didn't even say a word and directly waved their hands to chase him away. This made Zhang Jingan feel extremely humiliated.
The other was when they looked at Zhang Jingan with shining eyes and asked Fang Yun how much to sell the child. Zhang Jingan was so scared that he followed Fang Yun closely, afraid that he would be kidnapped and sold.
After an entire morning, the two of them still hadn't found a job.
When it was close to noon, Fang Yundao said, "Let's eat lunch first. Then find a job that doesn't provide food and accommodation, even if it's a few more odd jobs."
Zhang Jingan rubbed his growling stomach and nodded.
Fang Yun and Zhang Jingan went to a street stall that sold wonton. Fang Yun ordered two bowls of wonton.
When the first bowl of wonton was served, Fang Yun was the first to snatch it and quickly ate it.
Zhang Jingan thought to himself, What kind of father is this? He's worse than an outsider.
When the second bowl was served, Zhang Jingan was about to take it, but Fang Yun reached out and snatched it.
"You didn't make any money this morning, so you can't eat lunch." Fang Yun said as he ate the second bowl of wonton.
Zhang Jingan was stunned on the stool. He clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and didn't say a word.
After eating the second bowl of wonton, Fang Yun stood up and said, "Let's go. Let's continue looking for a job."
The two of them went to a new broker's shop, but they still couldn't find a suitable job.
After two hours, Fang Yun suddenly said, "I found a suitable job."
"Ah? What job? "Zhang Jingan was very happy. He thought to himself that he finally had a job for dinner.
"Tipping." Fang Yun said indifferently.
Zhang Jingan was speechless. He didn't understand why the great Marquis of Zhujiang would choose this kind of job.
Tipping originally referred to people who were responsible for dealing with garbage and feces. However, because farming required fertilization, and feces could be sold for money, some tipping gradually became bigger.
In the current Jingzhou City, those who could truly be called tipping had some family business. Each tipping was responsible for dealing with garbage and feces in an area. They hired others to do the work and were only responsible for making money.
Zhang Jingan knew that each tipping was a local tyrant. Although they were called tipping, they were actually temporary workers dealing with garbage and feces.
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