I studied abroad in modern times

After Butler Wu left, the atmosphere between Zheng Fa and the three of them became weird.

Gao Yuan turned his face away from Zheng Fa, holding the corner of his clothes tightly with his right hand, his posture was very nervous.

Although Zheng Fa's expression was calmer, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy at this time.

On the contrary, Han Cheng, who was the most depressed just now, seemed to have lost his temper. His eyes kept wandering on the faces of Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan, with a look of watching a good show.

No one spoke.

The silent time was the most unbearable. Zheng Fa didn't know how long it had been before Butler Wu hurriedly arrived.

Zheng Fa saw with his own eyes that Gao Yuan's Adam's apple was surging up and down, and he was secretly swallowing his saliva.

"I have informed Madam." Butler Wu said as soon as he arrived: "Madam has decided on the candidate for the Seventh Young Master's book boy:"

He glanced at the three of them, paused slightly, and then said:

"plateau."

Gao Yuan on the side couldn't help but swayed.

"...and Zheng Fa."

"Two?" Xu Zheng asked in surprise.

"two."

Butler Wu affirmed.

In fact, he was also puzzled. Originally, his wife just wanted to find another book boy for the seventh young master, and she might even have been attracted to Gao Yuan for a long time. But when he told his wife about Zheng Fa's qualifications, she actually changed her mind.

He still remembered that when he left just now, a faint voice came from the curtain:

"interesting!"

Zheng Fa couldn't help but glance at Han Cheng's face.

Sure enough, it's hard to describe.

Out of the three, two were chosen.

Who is embarrassed by this?

Zheng Fa can imagine how Han Cheng's mood exploded.

"You two go home to tidy up today and come to the house tomorrow."

After speaking, he motioned for Zheng Fa and the others to leave.

When leaving, Han Cheng walked quickly, obviously feeling a little unsatisfied.

However, Gao Yuan deliberately walked beside Zheng Fa, and Zheng Fa felt that he had something to say to him.

Sure enough, when he watched Han Cheng gradually move away, far enough away that he could not hear the conversation between the two, Gao Yuan on the side spoke: "Brother Zheng, we will work together in the future."

The tone of these words is really profound.

Zheng Fa turned to look at Gao Yuan, and saw only sincerity on his face, without the fear and defensiveness he had shown before.

This attitude changed a little too quickly.

Even the seventh young master's position as a book boy is particularly special in the Zhao Mansion.

But now that Gao Yuan has become a book boy, why should he be so arrogant and respectful?

"Brother Zheng probably doesn't know that we are not the seventh young master's first book boy."

"I know that the only son of our Grange King's manager was formerly the Seventh Young Master's book boy. He was beaten and sent back."

"No, it's not just him." Zheng Fa looked at the five fingers on Gao Yuan's right hand stretched straight: "Five people, since the seventh young master entered Mongolia, five people have become his book boys. In the end, they were all driven away by his wife, luck. The bad ones, like the son of the farm manager you mentioned, will be beaten. "

Zheng Fa couldn't help but grin.

He now somewhat understands why Gao Yuan wants to win over him.

In front of the Seventh Young Master, a difficult person, their identities have changed from rivals to comrades-in-arms.

As for the intrigue among colleagues.

I can't even sit firmly on my butt, what a fight.

Thinking of this, Zheng Fa couldn't help but ask the question he wanted to ask just now: "Brother Gao, I heard them say that you have a reputation?"

"Luckily, I passed the exam as a child student three years ago."

"With fame, doesn't it mean you can become an official?" Thinking of the history lessons he had learned, Zheng Fa found it difficult to understand why Gao Yuan appeared here: "Why are you competing for a small book boy position?"

"Be an official?" Gao Yuan seemed to have not understood Zheng Fa's question: "Who said you can be an official? Children have to take the exam to be a scholar, and scholars have to take the Jinshi exam. Well, if you take the Jinshi exam, you can indeed be awarded the position of an official, then Not an official either.”

"Official?"

"Brother Zheng, don't you really know that all the officials in our court, whether they are county or government officials, are only descendants of the Immortal Sect? It's just that they are too lazy to deal with chores, so they need Confucian and Legalists like me to serve as officials. , just ask me to wait."

"As for the position of the little book boy you mentioned, the Zhao family has a close relationship with the Immortal Sect. What's more, the Seventh Young Master's sister is a disciple of the Immortal Sect. How can I, a little boy, dare to despise the position of this book boy?"

Looking at Gao Yuan's back as he resigned, Zheng Fa was still thinking about what he had just said to him.

If you pass the Jinshi exam, are you just an official? It was even just because those immortal disciples were aloof and unwilling to pay attention to worldly affairs that they were given a little power.

Only now did he understand the difference between the Xuanwei world and the ancient times in history books.

In history books, the power structure of those ancient dynasties is like a big pyramid, with imperial power, ministers, and people, and power is passed from top to bottom.

But in the Xuanwei world, everything is centered on the Immortal Sect, like circles.

The Immortal Sect is the largest circle. The disciples of the Immortal Sect become local lords and control almost all power. Apart from taking orders from the Immortal Sect, they are not responsible to the higher-level lords.

They form families into small circles, and the small circles then expand into officials and family servants who serve these smaller circles.

It seems to be more inclined to the concepts of Western feudal lords in textbooks.

So for Gao Yuan and others, becoming servants of a wealthy family like the Zhao family is even a very good choice.

At this moment, he deeply understood the preciousness of his position as a book boy.

However, his understanding of this world is really shallow, and he doesn't know whether his summary is correct, but what he can be sure of is that the Xuanwei Realm is dominated by the Immortal Sect, and there is no room for the so-called imperial power to survive.

He walked out of the back door and found that the old driver who had sent him here was still waiting there.

But Huang Yu was not seen.

"Master is here?" When the old man driving the car saw Zheng Fa's figure, he immediately got out of the car, pulled out a low stool from behind, and stretched out his hand to help Zheng Fa get into the car.

One look at Zheng Fa and it was clear that this person had probably heard about his becoming the Seventh Young Master's book boy.

The Zhao family has been in the family for thousands of years, and people's relationships are intricately intertwined. News about the family can sometimes be hidden from the master, but not from a coachman like the old man.

He quickly waved his hand and jumped onto the bullock cart, holding on to the handlebars.

The oxcart has also become different. When Zheng Fa came here before, the oxcart was covered with ordinary wooden boards with a few vegetable leaves.

Now the wooden board is actually covered with a thick black blanket.

Look at the old man driving the car again, smiling respectfully at him.

"Sir, shall we set off?"

After waiting patiently for him to sit firmly, the old man said in a requesting tone.

"Uncle, you can still call me whatever you called me before," Zheng Fa finally couldn't help it anymore: "Just call me Xiao Zheng, let's go."

The oxcart returned quickly. Amidst the noise of the wind, Zheng Fa suddenly heard the old man speaking to him:

"Sir...Xiao Zheng, the food box you have is for the old man. I bought some food from Juxing Tower in the city. Xiao Zheng, please take it back."

Zheng Fa had seen this food box a long time ago. It was made of black lacquered wood and tightly covered. It looked a bit valuable.

"Uncle, this is no reward for no merit..."

"What's wrong with being paid! Don't I, old man, get your father's bacon and cakes today? I'm not afraid of your ridicule, Xiao Zheng. Your father's craftsmanship is good, even better than the chef of Juxing Tower! In return for this little food, It’s my old man who took advantage!”

Zheng Fa could swear that when he came here, he didn't realize how much this old man liked eating his own bacon.

"It's just something you make at home."

"Don't refuse, little Zheng. When you come to Jingzhou City, you have to bring something to your sister, right?"

Thinking of Zheng Shan's reluctant look, Zheng Fa didn't say anything.

In the evening, when smoke began to rise from the huts on the side of the fields on the road, Zheng Fa finally returned to the farm.

Before he got out of the car, he heard the voice of his younger sister Zheng Shan under the big elm tree in front of the village:

"Wait until my brother comes back! Look how dare you bully me!"

Zheng Fa's heart tightened, even though his little sister Zheng Shan was a little crybaby at home.

But I don’t like to cry outside.

But now, the voice sounded a little crying.