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  Chapter 89 087 [Send a maid]

   Two days later.

  The house slave bowed and trotted, came to Huang Zundao, and whispered: "Master, the news has come."

  Huang Zundao was lying on a bamboo rocking chair, a maid behind him rocked the chair lightly, and a maid beside him beat his legs. This guy didn't even open his eyes, he just said in a deep voice, "Let's talk."

  The house slave bent down and got closer: "There were four people in that group, and they came by boat a few days ago. They stayed in the inn as soon as they got off the boat, and brought a few boxes. Those boxes were heavy, and they were carried back and forth several times."

   "What are they doing these two days?" Huang Zundao asked.

  The house slave replied: "Walking around, talking to people, probably choosing a place for the warehouse."

   "Then there's no problem." Huang Zundao sat up suddenly.

  The house slave asked: "Master, these people are not liars, are they?"

"What can I lie to?" Huang Zundao said confidently, "The barren beach by the river is useless. Even if you give it to them, you can still scrape away the land on the river beach? From the beginning to the end, I don't pay half of the money. As long as you start building goods Let him bring the money. Halfway through the construction, he can still raise the price on the ground. How many outsiders dare to turn against me? If his business is successful, Huangjia Town will become a big town in the future. His business will not be successful , and the warehouse can’t be taken away, didn’t I pick up a warehouse for nothing?”

  The house slave was convinced, and flattered: "Master is really clever, we earn all the money!"

Huang Zundao sneered and said: "A boy with a yellow mouth dares to show off in front of the old man because of his family power. The old man eats more salt than he eats rice. Don't worry, let him choose the river beach slowly, and you send someone there Help with the election. As long as you take out the money to level the beach, they will be trapped, and I will have to decide what will happen in the future."

   "Master is really a good means." The house slave admired sincerely.

  Huang Zundao warned: "Before they pay the money, you have someone take care of you. No matter if it's coaxing or lying, don't let them leave Huangjia Town."

   "I'll do it now." The house slave bowed and stepped back.

"Wait a minute. That scholar in Jishui looks handsome and is well-dressed. He seems to be a coquette." Huang Zundao patted the little hand of the leg-beating maid and said, "Xiao Cui, go to the inn for a few days and coax the scholar I'm happy, the sooner he pays the money, the better."

  The leg-thumping maid knelt down panickedly: "My lord, spare me, my lord, spare my life!"

Huang Zundao said angrily: "What are you afraid of? Get up quickly. This is an errand for you, and you will be rewarded if you do it well. First, you have to make that scholar happy and don't let him leave Huangjia Town; second, look for opportunities Coax him to pay for it, saying that workers are hard to find, and the sooner the beach is leveled, the better; third, pay more attention to them, listen to them more, and tell the innkeeper quietly if you get any news."

  The maid Xiao Cui still looked pale, she was going to warm the bed for outsiders.

   Meritorious service and so on are all nonsense.

  Master Huang doesn't like people who are not clean. When she comes back from work, don't even think about being a maid in the inner courtyard.

   "Why are you still standing there? Go!" Huang Zundao roared.

  Xiao Cui was so frightened that she trembled all over, she hurriedly took orders to leave, and was escorted by her slaves to the inn.

   Waiting until noon, Zhao Han finally came back from inspecting the river beach.

  The house slave immediately stepped forward: "Mr. Zhao has a delicate body, and there is no one to serve him when he is away from home. My master specially sent someone to serve tea and water."

Zhao Han lifted the maid's chin with a folding fan, and said in a frivolous tone, "That's right, Xiaojiabiyu, I feel sorry for you. You can't find better ones in such remote villages and towns. My son reluctantly accepted this maid. "

   "As long as Mr. Zhao likes it," the house slave nodded and said, "It is a blessing that Mr. Zhao has cultivated for a rural maidservant for several lifetimes."

   As he spoke, his face changed, and he scolded: "Xiao Cui, don't kneel down to thank you!"

  Xiao Cui wanted to cry, but she knelt down and kowtowed, "Thank you for your great kindness."

  Zhao Han turned his nostrils to the sky, and said disdainfully: "Get up. If you are on the side of Jishui, I will really look down on you."

  Xiao Cui stood up slowly, lowered her head and did not speak, she did not dare to let others see her tears.

  Zhao Han said again: "How much is this maid worth? Quickly ask your master to send her her deed."

  The house slave was stunned for a moment, and explained: "Mr. Zhao, this is my master, specially sent to serve tea and water for Mr. Zhao..."

   "Won't you sell it? Don't you want to give it away? You're so stingy, you really are a local rich man!" Zhao Han said angrily, "Take him back quickly, my son is not used to other people's things."

  The house slave didn't know how to respond, so he could only say: "Zhao Xianggong calm down, I will go home and ask the master for instructions."

  The house slave ran wildly and quickly returned to the Huang family's ancestral house.

  Huang Zunde was also a little dumbfounded. He had never seen such a domineering person. He thought for a while and said, "Go back and tell that scholar, and say that the maid will give it to him. When the warehouse is repaired, I will send the deed to him."

   "The master is still wise." The house slave started running errands again.

   When we arrived at the inn, we talked about it.

  Zhao Han sneered: "Country people are stingy, they are just maids, and they will send them off as soon as they say, and they have to wait until the work is done? Reward him with a penny, and get out of here!"

  Chen Maosheng took out a bunch of copper coins and stuffed them into the hands of the house slaves.

  The house slave was elated when he received a few hundred cash rewards, and he also began to feel that Mr. Huang was stingy.

  How generous Mr. Zhao is, he is indeed a rich man from the city. Zhao Xianggong has never seen such a beautiful woman, and still covets a small country maid? My master was really ashamed, even his servant felt ashamed.

  The house slave hurriedly apologized for Master Huang: "Mr. Zhao, your lord has a lot, don't be as knowledgeable as us country people."

   "It's easy to say, I like to hear this, and I will reward him with a penny." Zhao Han laughed.

  Chen Maosheng stuffed another string of copper coins.

  The house slave immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "Mr. Zhao is really doing great things. I kowtow to you. I wish you a prosperous business and a fortune this year."

   Do you like to hear good things?

  Then I will say a little more.

   Reward me quickly, reward me quickly!

   "Get lost!" Zhao Han didn't give any more rewards, but just drove people away with a smile.

  The house slave kowtowed again: "Mr. Zhao has any orders, just say hello from now on."

   This guy still wants to continue asking for rewards.

  Compared to Zhao Han, Master Huang is simply stingy to the extreme.

  Zhao Han brought the maid back to the guest room, smiled and said, "Sit by yourself."

   "Slaves don't dare." Xiao Cui looked fearful.

  Zhao Han comforted with a smile: "Don't be afraid, what I said before was for others to see. I cherish women the most. There are so many maids in the family, and I have never treated any of them badly."

  Seeing Zhao Han's handsome appearance, Xiaocui is dubious about this.

  Zhao Han asked, "What's your name?"

  Xiao Cui replied: "Xiao Cui."

   "I ask your real name." Zhao Han said.

  Xiao Cui said: "Sanmei Huang."

  Zhao Han continued to inquire: "Since your surname is Huang, are you of the same family as Master Huang?"

  Xiao Cui replied: "I don't even know about this, most of the people in the village have the surname Huang."

   "How old are you?" Zhao Han asked.

   "Seventeen." Xiao Cui said.

   "Then you are older than me," Zhao Han saw that she was still very reserved, so he pulled her to sit down, and comforted her softly, "Sister, don't be afraid, sit down and talk first."

  Hearing that Zhao Han called her sister, Xiao Cui felt very good while being afraid.

  Looking horizontally and vertically, Zhao Han does not seem to be fake, and he is such a handsome scholar.

  Suddenly, Xiao Cuifang's heart beat wildly, imagining that after the event was completed, Master Huang would send the body deed, and she would be able to go to the city with this young gentleman.

  Zhao Han continued to chat about family affairs, which is the easiest way to get closer: "How many people are there in my sister's family?"

Xiaocui replied honestly: "The eldest sister is married, the second sister died of illness, and there are two younger brothers. Both parents are farming for Mr. Huang. A few years ago, they couldn't pay the rent, so the servants were forced to pay off their debts. Maid, my elder brother also paid off his debts and became a servant."

   "It's really pitiful, sister, don't be sad, the days will be better in the future." Zhao Han said softly.

  Hearing these ordinary words, Xiao Cui suddenly wanted to cry for no reason.

  She came to Huang's house as a maid at the age of twelve, and she was beaten and scolded for several years. If she did something wrong, she would be beaten. How could anyone comfort him like this?

   What's more, the speaker is still a noble son, a scholar from the city.

  Xiao Cui thought to herself: If she can serve Zhao Xianggong in the future and listen to him speak a few words more considerately, then she will be beaten to death by the mistress, and this life will be worth it.

  Zhao Han wiped away Xiao Cui's tears: "Sister, don't cry."

   "Don't cry, don't cry," Xiao Cui hurriedly swung her sleeves, wiped away her tears, and said with a choked smile, "Mr. Zhao, you are such a nice person. Any lady who can marry you must have served Guanyin Bodhisattva in her previous life."

  When Xiaocui wiped her tears, she showed a scar on her wrist, which seemed to be pulled out by a bamboo stick.

   "Master Huang is still beating you?" Zhao Han asked.

  Xiao Cui replied: "If a servant does something wrong, he should be beaten. Don't blame the master."

  Zhao Han looked serious, and said solemnly: "Your servant is also a human being, how can you beat him casually? Master Huang is too hateful!"

  Xiao Cui hurriedly said: "It's the servant girl's fault. If you broke the master's cup, you deserve the beating."

"You can't think like this," Zhao Han began to popularize the theory of personality. "In the Song Dynasty, there was a great scholar named Zhu Xi, and scholars called him Zhu Zi. Tongsheng, Xiucai, Juren, Jinshi, but all scholars read Zhu Zi's annotations. Do you know what Zhu Zi said? He said that all people are born equal. Those who are emperors, generals, masters, and servants are all born the same, and no one is inferior to another.”

  Xiao Cui asked blankly, "Master Zhu Zi really said that?"

   "That's what Zhu Zi said," Zhao Han said bitterly, "But those who have read the book are all tampering with Zhu Zi's words. As a master, he clearly knows it's wrong, and he still bullies his servants. Don't you think it's very bad?"

  Xiao Cui nodded subconsciously, then shook her head: "It's always wrong for the master to lay down people."

  Zhao Han couldn't help but touch his forehead. What a broken place, the slaves are so severely brainwashed, but the lead mountain is much more normal.

  Zhao Han could only say: "I will explain this truth to you slowly. Let's go to the next room and I will teach you how to read and write."

  Xiao Cui was pleasantly surprised, but she said: "This servant is very stupid, I'm afraid I won't be able to learn it."

   "Don't be afraid, there is someone more stupid than you next door," Zhao Han said with a smile, "Also, don't call yourself a slave from now on, just say 'I'."

  Pushing open the door of the next room, Zhao Han shouted, "Tie Niu, it's time to study."

  Zhang Tieniu was lying on the cash box and sleeping, and when he heard this, he jumped up in fright: "I...I need to pee urgently, I need to take a shit!"

   "Go back and sit down!" Zhao Han scolded.

  Zhang Tieniu was full of grievances, and glanced at Xiaocui: "Is this girl also in the gang?"

  Zhao Han smiled and said, "Sooner or later."

  Zhang Tieniu couldn't help but want to roll his eyes, thinking: A master, an actor, and a coolie. It's good now, even the maidservant has come to rebel, and if she speaks out, she is afraid that people will die of laughter.

   The rebel team is about to grow to five people.

  (end of this chapter)