Mozun boss is working as an aunt in farming

Chapter 642

"What happened to you is really sad, but temporary frustration doesn't mean it will last forever. Although you have bad hands and feet, your mind and talent are still there. Others can't take them away. As long as you have them, You still have a chance to get back on your feet."

Listening to Xing Wu's consolation, Xie Shuhe laughed sadly, "Talent? What is talent? Now that I have a disability, I don't even have the qualifications to take the scientific examination. What's the use of being talented?"

"Why is it useless? Today we came here to find you just because of your talent." A soft voice came.

As soon as Xie Shuhe turned his head, he saw a white and tender girl who was like a jade doll walking over.

Next to the little girl was a man with a straight face, a mustache, and an upright air in his elegant demeanor.

Behind her was a little girl who was half a head taller than her, wearing a maid bun.

The three of them stopped beside Xing Wu, and the little girl who looked like a jade doll bowed her hands towards Xie Shuhe, showing the etiquette of a scholar in a decent manner.

The milky voice said softly: "Mr. Xie, I am Si Qing, the aunt of the Si clan in Yang County. This is Mr. Zhao, the county magistrate of Yang County. Because of your talent and learning, we specially invited Mr. Zhao to be your guarantor. Zhou would like to invite you to come to our clan to learn to be a master, what would you like?"

When Si Qing said this, everyone in the courtyard was startled.

The neighbors in the neighborhood looked at the small secretary, and then at the county magistrate Zhao. They came to ask for a letter of thanks and to be their teachers?

Xie Shuhe is disabled!How can such a person be a teacher?
Xie Shuhe's expression was also blank, he slowly turned his eyes, glanced at the little doll in front of him, then took a deep look at Zhao County Magistrate next to her, then lowered his head and said nothing.

Only Mother Xie's grief-stricken eyes lit up instantly when she heard this.

She looked excitedly at Si Qing and County Magistrate Zhao: "Are you here to ask my son to be your wife?"

Si Qing nodded, and the little milk said in a soft voice: "Yes, we came here because of Mr. Xie's talent, and we came here specially to invite Mr. Xie to become the master of our family studies."

County Magistrate Zhao followed Wei Wei and cupped his hands towards Xie's mother, and looked at Xie Shuhe solemnly: "Xie Xianggong, my surname is Zhao Zhengzheng, I became an official in Dayong three years ago, and now I am the county magistrate of Yang County. I have heard about your talent and experience, and I have come here today to act as a guarantor for this little aunt of the Si family, and I invite you to go to Yang County to be a teacher, and please don't dislike my poor and remote Yang County."

After listening to Zhao County Magistrate's words, Xie's mother completely believed that they were here to invite Xie Shu and to be his wife.

Can't help turning from sadness to joy, couldn't help but put on joy on his haggard face, hurriedly told Zhao County Magistrate about Xie Shuhe's past: "My son is indeed very talented, he won many cases in the county examination when he was young, He also ranked third in the provincial examination, if, if he hadn't encountered that injustice back then, my son might have been named on the gold list..."

Faced with Xie's mother's ramblings, Zhao County Magistrate not only didn't feel disgusted, but nodded in sympathy: "Indeed, I was fortunate enough to have seen Xie Xianggong's poems. They are really brilliant. If I don't encounter those unfortunate things later Things that have been done, will surely accomplish something now.”

Xie Shuhe looked at Magistrate Zhao with a look of admiration and regret, his eyes flickered slightly.

Looking down at his half-crippled hands and feet, thinking of what happened before, his eyes were gloomy.

She suddenly interrupted the conversation between Mother Xie and County Magistrate Zhao: "I'm just a cripple, and I can't afford to be invited by a few laborers. Please come back."

(End of this chapter)