Don't panic, the prince, the patriarch of fortune, she has space

"Master, I know why I came here today. We just built a school in our village, and we want to hire a master to teach the students nearby. Today's interview is very simple. You only need to write a paragraph to prove that you are qualified for this job. That's it."

Master Cen looked at the beautiful person in surprise, it's... so simple?Fortunately, he has prepared a lot of knowledge in the past two days, and he is more serious than when he was preparing for the exam.

Feng Qingluo saw his astonishment, and simply resolved his confusion. "As for me, I don't have any culture, I can only recognize a few words, so naturally I can't test Master's knowledge. But as soon as I saw Master, I felt that you are a real person, and you must not be a fake person! Master Don't worry, as long as you teach well, I will definitely not treat you father and daughter badly."

Feng Qingluo said this sincerely, Mr. Cen was relieved a lot, and quickly expressed his opinion.

"Don't worry, the patriarch. Although the old man is only a scholar, he was admitted by his own strength after ten years of hard work. He can't do it in college. Students below the level of a scholar will definitely be able to teach. Please give me this opportunity."

Mrs. Cen is sincere.

The main reason is that he has to find a livelihood!
Can't I and my daughter always rely on government relief?

Now that there is a severe drought in the world, the government is willing to open a warehouse to release food to these poor people. What will he and his daughter do when the drought is over?
Bai Wuyi is a scholar, he is not only a helpless scholar, but also a poor and old scholar!

He needs this job badly!

"Well, of course I believe in Master, otherwise I wouldn't have asked you to invite you over for a discussion, would I? Yunyan, prepare your pen and ink."

"Yes!" Yun Yan agreed, and exited respectfully.

Cen Ying's gaze moved with Yunyan, and envy could not be concealed in his eyes.

The life of the head of the Feng clan is really good, even the servants are well-fed, unlike her who followed her family all the way out of famine, and almost starved to death several times!
Cen Ying was as dark and thin as Mrs. Cen, and the 14-year-old girl had a faint melancholy on her face that didn't belong to her age.

Feng Qingluo saw all this in her eyes, but she didn't express anything in a hurry.

She always has to check whether the master has two brushes first.

This is hiring a gentleman for the tribe, so it must not be careless.

The pens, inks, papers and inkstones were prepared early in the morning, and Yunyan was very fast, and would fetch them in a while.

Feng Qingluo signaled Mr. Cen to play freely.

Scholars naturally know how to write, but Mr. Cen is very serious, it can be seen that he cherishes today's opportunity, and he only wants to show it well.

Feng Qingluo was not in a hurry, and warmly greeted Cen Ying for some snacks.

Cen Ying still couldn't let it go, Yun Yan was so anxious when she saw it, she just picked up a piece and stuffed it into her hand.

"Miss Cen, eat quickly! You should be hungry after walking such a long distance. It's still early for lunch! Eat something to fill your stomach."

Cen Ying picked it up, showing a shy smile. "Thanks!"

"Hurry up! We made this pastry ourselves, it's delicious." Yun Yan urged her understandingly.

So Cen Ying really began to eat in small bites.

Well, this pastry is delicious!
As soon as she took a bite, she showed a surprised expression.

Yun Yan smiled and said: "That's right! You must not be polite when you go out. If you are polite, you will only be hungry. Why should we make trouble with our own stomachs?"

"She's right! Miss Cen eats, it's not enough for Yunyan to bring some from Yunzaofang." Feng Qingluo looked at her with a smile on her face.

Her smile seems to have magic power, which will make people feel happy.

Cen Ying nodded fiercely, "Thank you, Patriarch Feng, and sister Yunyan!"

"This little mouth is quite sweet!" Feng Qingluo laughed.

Yun Yan agreed, "Yes! She is a good girl with good manners."

Cen Ying was embarrassed by the praise of the master and servant, and lowered her head shyly.

No matter how hungry Cen Ying was, she only ate three pieces of dim sum and refused to eat more, always evading that she was full.

These days, every household has no surplus food, how can they eat enough?Besides, Dad hasn't eaten yet, how can she eat it all?
Feng Qingluo and Yun Yan didn't know that she thought so much at such a young age, and thought she was really full, so they didn't continue to persuade her.

Soon, Mr. Cen wrote a page, excerpted from "Four Books and Five Classics".

Feng Qingluo took it and just glanced at it before wanting to let go. She didn't want to study, why study the Four Books and Five Classics?
But Mr. Cen has written a good hand!
To be able to write such beautiful lowercase letters, his knowledge should not be too bad, right?

Feng Qingluo immediately decided to hire him.

She said: "Master Cen, that's the deal. My school has been built, when can you start teaching?"

Master Cen couldn't react.

Just... just... how come it's settled?
So what should he do with all the knowledge he has prepared?
"I can teach at any time." Fortunately, although his people couldn't react, their mouths didn't hold back.

"Then you want to move to Luoxia Village? There are spare rooms over there in the school. I think it would be more convenient for you to move to Luoxia Village."

Mrs. Cen was a little overwhelmed. "Can...can I move? Shouldn't it? The government clearly stipulated in the early morning that we refugees are settled in whichever village we are settled in. We are not allowed to change places at will, otherwise we will be arrested as rioters."

Without waiting for Feng Qingluo to speak, Yun Yan smiled first: "Master Cen, I'm afraid you don't know that our patriarch has another status. She is the princess of Nan'an! In Jianzhou, there is nothing she can't do!"

Feng Qingluo looked at Yunyan amusedly, she was always prudent and her tail was going to be raised today.

Mr. Cen suddenly realized that the head of the Feng family is Princess Nan'an!

How could he forget this!
But this can't be blamed on him, it's because the name of Patriarch Feng is louder than Princess Nan'an, and I don't know what's going on!

"That will have to be arranged by Patriarch Feng."

"It's easy to say, pack your things when you go back today, and tomorrow I will send someone to drive the ox cart to move you."

There is no one else for this service, Mr. Cen is flattered.

"No, no. We don't have much luggage, so we came here with a stick."

Feng Qingluo insisted, "Master, you don't have to be polite, our clan has an ox cart, but it's just a waste of time, so don't refuse."

Master Cen said a bunch of words of thanks again.

Feng Qingluo waved her hand, "Master Cen, I'm physically handicapped, I'll ask someone to take you to the school later."

"Okay." Master Cen said yes repeatedly.

Feng Qingluo said again: "It's almost time for lunch when you come over from the school, so we'll have lunch here at noon."

"No, no, no! Patriarch Feng, this is too troublesome! Let's go back and eat in time."

"It's just plain food, Mr. Cen thinks I can't afford it?"

One sentence completely blocked Master Cen's refusal, so he had no choice but to agree with trepidation.