Saint of the Confucian way

"Don't want to be an official?" Fang Yun asked.

"I don't like to be, at least not now." Zhang Jing'an slowly looked up, a pair of dark eyes reflecting Fang Yun in front.

Fang Yun didn't look at Zhang Jing'an, but looked at the snow outside the window and looked calm.

The cold wind howled outside and the tea fragrance curled in the house.

"I think you don't have to suffer and train your body. It's good to continue to be a pavilion leader. Maybe you have a chance to get an official status, have a grade, and get an official Jinshi or something." Fang Yun said.

"I... I can't stand it." Zhang Jingan's face was particularly complex. This complex look should not have appeared on the face of an 11-year-old child.

"Are you sure you want to give up being a civil servant?" Fang Yun still looked out of the window.

Zhang Jing'an looked at Fang Yun and suddenly thought of the old man Gao. He suddenly realized that the two people were surprisingly similar. They knew everything and clearly made clear tips, but they still made the wrong choice. Compared with these people, they were too young. The pavilion leader is fat and short. Once someone wants to rob, he may be killed by those old slickers at any time.

A sad look flashed in Zhang Jing'an's eyes.

"Sure!" Zhang Jing'an nodded hard, knowing that he had no choice.

"Do you remember the person who hit you?" Fang Yun asked.

Zhang Jing'an was stunned. A look of shame appeared on his face and said, "of course I remember!" then he clenched his fists and showed the anger of normal children.

"Well, just remember. Then, do you remember what I told you before?" Fang Yun asked.

Zhang Jing'an sighed and said, "remember, you said that if I failed to become a civil servant, you would choose a profession for me next."

Fang Yun looked out of the window and said slowly, "just remember. Go back to Zhang's house first, change into coarse cloth clothes tomorrow and go to the dental walk in the south of the city."

Zhang Jing'an looked puzzled and said, "tooth line? There are Chinese people there. Someone specially introduces them to make a living, but they are all inferior businesses. I don't want to go."

Fang Yun got up and looked at Zhang Jing'an. He didn't seem to hear his previous words and said, "go back to the house."

Zhang Jing'an felt the contempt and coldness in Fang Yun's eyes, and immediately his blood surged up. He instinctively wanted to quarrel as before, but he took it back to his mouth.

Zhang Jing'an was stunned and lowered his head silently.

Through these days' experience, Zhang Jingan learned a lot, including silence.

Zhang Jing'an doesn't like himself and everything.

Early the next morning, Zhang Jingan got up normally to wash and go to the canteen, but he found that there was only one oil cake on the table, which could eat 70% full at most.

Zhang Jing'an frowned and sat motionless at the dinner table.

After a while, Fang Yun came in, and then the maid successively brought out four dishes, one soup and a bowl of rice. Different from before, she put all the dishes in front of Fang Yun, and there was only one oil cake in front of Zhang Jing'an.

Zhang Jing'an took a look at Fang Yun and found that he was wearing coarse cloth clothes. In addition to his unique temperament, he was completely different from Hou Ye.

Fang Yun picked up the steaming rice and said, "have a meal. After eating, change your clothes and go to the dentist."

Zhang Jingan picked up the oil cake and ate it silently for a while. Then he stretched out his chopsticks to carry the chicken legs on the plate in front of him.

Fang Yun suddenly hit Zhang Jing'an's hand with chopsticks and made a snap.

Zhang Jingan's hand stopped in the air and looked at Fang Yun in amazement.

"From today on, you'll have to spend money on food and accommodation in Zhang's house. This oil cake costs three Wen. You'll deduct it when you get your salary. You can only spend your salary on what you want to buy and eat in the future." Fang Yun said.

"OK!" Zhang Jing'an lowered his head, chewed the oil cake hard, and a cruel color flashed on his face.

Fang Yun finished his rich breakfast and ordered the maid to withdraw. Zhang Jing'an couldn't help looking at the unfinished meals.

"You change your clothes and we'll go to the dentist!" Fang Yun said.

"Yes!" Zhang Jingan turned and left.

Two quarters of an hour later, the father and son came to the famous Yahang street in Nancheng.

Different from the Shengyuan continent, the literary circles of Confucius and Shengyuan have extremely strict control over talent. Except that the Royal Palace is shrouded in talent of the holy temple, the four seasons are like spring, and other places are the same as the normal environment.

Jingzhou City has just had snow and cold weather. Many people hide in their houses, but Yahang street is particularly busy.

Zhang Jingan glanced at the passers-by and felt sad. In such a cold winter, the clothes on these people were very thin and shivering with cold, but they had to come to find a living.

"Maybe one day I will be like them..." Zhang Jing'an thought half, his face suddenly froze, and realized that he was actually no different from them now!

Zhang Jing'an lowered his head silently. He still remembered the despair in the eyes of his mother and Zhang Hua when it was rumored that he would win the Marquis of the Pearl River in the capital.

Zhang Jing'an shrunk. Even if he was wearing a thick cotton padded jacket, his exposed skin could not resist the biting cold wind.

Fang Yun casually found a dental firm that introduced Yingsheng, and then began to look for a job.

Zhang Jing'an followed Fang Yun closely. The two first looked for a long-term business who managed to eat and live, but found that they either failed to meet the conditions or were taken first. Some jobs are good, but they have to be done for several years, and they are not allowed to leave and lose their freedom.

As a last resort, they can only find short-term jobs that include food and shelter. They have looked for many times, but none of them has children. When ya Lang and Ya Po see Zhang Jing'an, they often have two different manifestations.

One is very impatient. He doesn't even say a word and directly waves away, which makes Zhang Jingan feel extremely humiliated.

The other is to look at Zhang Jing'an's eyes and ask Fang Yun how to sell the child. Zhang Jing'an is scared to follow Fang Yun for fear of being kidnapped.

After a whole morning, they didn't find a job.

Near noon, Fang Yun said, "if you have lunch first, you can't find someone to eat and live, even if you have more odd jobs."

Zhang Jingan touched Gulu's stomach and nodded.

Fang Yun and Zhang Jing'an came to the stall selling wonton on the street. Fang Yun ordered two bowls of wonton.

After the first bowl of wonton came up, Fang Yun grabbed it first and ate it quickly.

Zhang Jing'an secretly said that he was not as good as an outsider.

When the second bowl came up, Zhang Jing'an was about to pick it up, but Fang Yun grabbed it.

"If you don't make money in the morning, you can't eat at noon." Fang Yun said and ate the second bowl of wonton.

Zhang Jing An was stunned on the stool, shook his fists, took a deep breath and said nothing.

After eating the second bowl of wonton, Fang Yun got up and said, "let's go and continue to find a living."

They went to a new dental shop and still didn't find a suitable job.

After an hour, Fang Yun suddenly said, "I've found a suitable business."

"Ah? What business?" Zhang Jing'an was very happy and thought that dinner had finally arrived.

"Tilt your head." Fang Yun said calmly.

Zhang Jingan was speechless. He didn't understand why the Marquis of the Pearl River chose this kind of life.

The tipping head originally refers to the person responsible for handling garbage and feces. However, due to the need for fertilization, feces can be sold for money, and some tipping heads will gradually become larger.

Now in Jingzhou City, there are some family businesses that can really be called tipping heads. Each tipping head is responsible for the garbage and feces in an area, employs others to work, and is only responsible for making money.

Zhang Jing'an knows that every tipping head is a local local local snake. When he says that he is a tipping head, he is actually a short-time worker to deal with garbage and feces.

.