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As soon as the words came out, the two people at the door couldn't help but turned their heads away. Song San looked at Chen Nian and opened his mouth and cursed: "Why are you joining in the fun? What kind of words do you little beggars know, get out of the house!"

Listening to Song San's blunt words, Chen Nian knew that Song San didn't have any malicious intentions. After all, the chances of picking up a beggar from the side of the road and being able to write were too low.

And if the writing is not good at that time, it will waste other people's ink, and if it makes others unhappy because of it, it will be too unnecessary.

"I can really write." Chen Nian said again.

Although saying this might make Mr. Song unhappy, but for the twenty coins, Chen Nian felt that he could persevere a little longer. When he really wrote the words, Mr. Song would not say that.

And now that he was short of money, how could he not seize such an opportunity that came to his door?
The butler of the Xu Mansion heard the voices in the yard, so he couldn't help looking inside, and then he saw a strange young man, he looked pretty, but his expression was not very good.

"Who is this?"

"This is the beggar I picked up from the side of the road yesterday. After taking care of him for two meals, I don't know how powerful the world is." Song San said.

The butler of the Xu Mansion is indeed worried about finding a hundred people who can write.

It is not difficult to find a few people who can write in such a large county, but it is indeed a bit difficult to find a hundred people. Who are educated people here?

"What's the name of Mr. Xu?"

Thinking of this, he asked casually, "Are you really good at writing?"

Afterwards, the butler of the Xu Mansion left, and Song San looked at Chen Nian as if he was looking at a treasure, but felt a little curious.

"So benefactor, I intend to hug your thigh tightly."

Seeing that Chen Nian was still saying that, Song San was about to get angry on the spot, but at this moment the housekeeper grabbed him.

"Song Laosan, Song Laosan, I didn't expect you to be so old that you don't know a single word, and a boy you just picked up from the street can still write!"

Chen Nian couldn't help nodding: "A good name, the breeze is coming, everything is going smoothly, the young master will definitely do a lot in the future!"

Song Laosan also completely lost the previous anger at this moment. He looked left and right on the ground and didn't recognize what these words were, but since the housekeeper of Xu's mansion said it was a word, then it must have missed the word!

He can also see now that this Song San is arrogant, saying the cruelest things and doing the kindest things.

"I haven't learned it. I just eavesdropped under the wall of a private school when I was young. After the children inside came out, I would exchange the gadgets I made with them for learning to write. After a long time, I will learn to write." I've met a little bit."

The dragon swims in the shape of a snake, and it is done in one go!
"Okay!" Chen Nian put away the pen, and carefully put the pen on the inkstone.

"Hey, that's not a bad word!"

"Song Laosan, you also said that you just picked up this child. What if he really knows how to write? At worst, let him try it."

Not long after, the butler of the Xu residence came over with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Chen Nian took these things and returned to the house.

"Well, it's because life is hard now, what's the use of just being literate?"

Then he wrote his name vigorously on the ground in the yard.

Except for some uneducated scholars who teach here and become doctors, the rest are some businessmen, and then there are some lords and lords in the government.

At this time, Chen Nian said from the side: "Master Steward, you can just give this money to my benefactor when the time comes."

So he happily got up from the ground and looked at Chen Nian: "You can do it, have you learned it before?"

"That's right, you see that Fu Xiucai can also read, and he has studied a lot, isn't he also in such a poor state now?"

"I will."

"Master Butler, look, it might not look very good now, the main reason is that the cold weather is too hard, and the branches are brittle. I can write better with a brush." ​​Chen Nian said.

"Go, go, Song Laosan, what are you calling for? You didn't write this."

Then carefully soaked his hands in hot water, washed them clean, and then went to the table to spread out the paper and started grinding.

While touting the business, he began to write on the paper with a brush.

But if you want to find them to write, it will be even more difficult.

Of course, Chen Nian can't make up things like this, even if he makes up, he has to make up with reason and evidence.

"This is twenty Wen, you take it." The butler of the Xu Mansion happily took out the twenty Wen and put it on the table, then packed up his things, and left with the words in his hand.

Hearing this, Chen Nian was a little embarrassed: "Our family has neither pen nor paper, so we can't write."

"What thighs! Follow me and you will starve to death."

The housekeeper of the Xu residence nodded his head as he watched this move.

"You said how did you become a beggar when you are so literate?"

"Thank you, Master Steward!" Chen Nian immediately bowed to express his gratitude.

"Xu Fan."

The housekeeper came into the yard and looked at the ground intently.

"I can't die of hunger." Chen Nian said with a hippie smile.

The butler slapped his thigh: "It's up to you, anyway, I'll give you the money, as long as I can get the words."

"Yes, yes!" Song San clapped his hands happily, "Do you think there is someone in our family who can write? Who said our family can't make money?"

The housekeeper was also quite satisfied with Chen Nian's handwriting, and immediately said: "Okay, then count you in, you can go back and write one now, and I will give you the money."

"Okay, then I'll wait for someone to send it to you."

And Song San also followed behind and yelled, "Thank you, Mr. Butler!"

"The writing is really good!" The housekeeper of Xu's mansion couldn't help but admire again, as the boy said, writing with a brush is more beautiful than writing with a branch on the ground.

When Chen Nian saw the other party let go, he immediately found a branch from the side.

The butler took a deep breath after hearing this, and was happy to patronize, forgetting that Song Laosan is an uneducated person, and there must be no such things as paper and pens at home.

Looking at the twenty Wen coins on the table, Chen Nian didn't put them away immediately, but pushed the money over: "Grandfather, take the money, it's my food and lodging here." Although the cost is not much, I will try to find a way to earn some money back later.”

Song San looked at Chen Nian.

"Take it, you earned this money. Although I'm poor, I don't need you. I didn't take you in because of how much money you could earn me back. If you really want to, help me every day." Do work."

After the words fell, Xu Erni, who had been silent on the side, also said: "I didn't expect you to be able to write. Just take the money. We have food and drink, and we don't need you."

But Chen Nian shook his head: "This can't be done. If it weren't for your two elders, I would have frozen to death on the street. Otherwise, we will each have half of the money, half of which is earned by me, and the other half is my food expenses. "