Saint of the Confucian way

"I'm starving! Share my money!" Zhang Jingan's legs trembled. There seemed to be acid water rolling in his stomach. He kept sweating. He had no time to eat from noon to now.

Fang Yun opened his hand and revealed twelve copper coins.

"Lao Guo is very grateful to you and me. Even if I didn't work in the morning, I didn't deduct our money. You and I got ten Wen a day the first three days, and I was responsible for shoveling ice, which was two more Wen." Fang Yun said, dividing the twelve copper coins into two, one seven Wen and one five Wen.

"In addition, I paid the money for the dental bank, and you pay me two Wen every day." Fang Yun transferred the two Wen copper money into his seven Wen copper money.

"You still have three Wen copper coins left, which is exactly the money for the oil cake this morning. I took them all." Fang Yun said and took away all the copper coins.

Zhang Jing'an was stunned and angrily said, "Zhang pickpocketed! You pay me back!" and he was about to rob Fang Yun of his money.

Fang Yun stepped back gently, dodged Zhang Jing'an and said, "go home."

Zhang Jingan suddenly frowned, covered his stomach and said painfully, "I haven't eaten all day. Can you let me have a meal? Although it was hard when the pavilion was long, I can eat and wear warm. Now how can I live like this!"

Fang Yun said earnestly, "Jing'an, you have to believe in yourself. Even if you take out the dung, you can become the dung king of Jingzhou City and be rich."

"You..." Zhang Jing'an didn't expect the other party to make fun of himself.

Fang Yun smiled and turned away.

"I forgot to tell you that I charge you three Wen for one day in Zhang's house. That is to say, every day you open your eyes, you owe me three Wen." Fang Yun walked along.

"Zhang Longxiang, you are not human!" Zhang Jingan scolded.

Fang Yun turned a deaf ear and moved on.

Zhang Jing'an had no choice but to follow up and walked slowly to the Zhujiang marquis.

When he arrived at Zhujiang Hou's house, Zhang Jing'an tried every means to find snacks or fruits in each room. As a result, he got nothing. He wanted to enter the kitchen, but was blocked by servants.

Zhang Jing'an returned to his room. After a while, he smelled the smell of rice and kept swallowing his saliva. He sneaked outside the dining room and saw Fang Yun sitting at the table with six dishes and one soup.

"Never seen such a hateful father!" Zhang Jing'an scolded in a low voice and turned away.

Before dawn the next day, Zhang Jing'an was pulled out of his quilt by Fang Yun.

"Wash up immediately, and then work with me!" Fang Yun said and left.

Zhang Jing was in pain. After washing, she walked into the dining room and saw Fang Yun eating breakfast slowly.

After staring at Fang Yun for a while, Zhang Jing'an swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "can you give me a bowl of rice on credit? Just a bowl!"

"No!" Fang Yun said firmly.

Zhang Jing'an almost cried and said, "can't I just have one bowl? I can't work hard today? I can't even eat. How can I work? Are you trying to kill me?"

"That's right. I'm kind-hearted. I can't force you to death. Come on, give Jing An two dens. It's only a penny, and the water pipe is enough!" Fang Yun said.

Zhang Jing'an stared at Fang Yun.

"It's good to have Wowotou to eat. What else do you want?" Fang Yun said and ate by himself.

The warm Wowotou soon came to the table. Zhang Jingan was about to faint. He didn't care if it was coarse grain. He ate it in a big way, drank water immediately when choking, and soon ate two Wotou.

"Hoo..." Zhang Jing'an touched his stomach. His stomach was no longer empty, but he still felt hungry.

"Let's go!"

At more than 5 a.m., the father and son braved the cold wind to Xinming street. When they arrived at Xinming street, it was already 6 a.m. and the sky changed from dark black to dark blue.

Lao Guo has been waiting in the house, and then led the two to take the ox cart yesterday, but replaced it with a new bucket.

"I'm going to clean up the excrement in the morning. If I'm lucky, I can just pour the toilet and the night pot into the bucket. If I'm unlucky and get frozen, I can only break the ice to get it out. I'll leave it to you two. You can get thirteen Wen today." Lao Guo said.

Zhang Jing'an just thought, and the corners of his mouth pulled to both sides, showing a disgusting look.

Fang Yun said, "Jing'an, I'll clear the garbage in the afternoon. I'll break the ice and deal with the feces in the morning. I won't treat you badly. I'll give you three Wen more every day."

"No! I don't do such disgusting things!" Zhang Jing'an said.

Fang Yun nodded and said, "OK, I won't force you. Lao Guo, will you do it for three Wen? It doesn't take much effort." Fang Yun said.

Lao Guo smiled and said, "it's good to do it! Why not do it?"

The three men set out with an ox cart.

As he walked, Lao Guo said, "each family has different time to get up early, so the time to take out the toilet and nightpot is naturally different. You have to walk back and forth several times. After eight o'clock, knock on the door to remind those who haven't taken it out. If you haven't taken it out once, don't worry."

The three were busy from morning to 9 a.m. and sent the feces away. When they returned to Xinming street, it was already lunch time.

Farewell to Lao Guo, and Fang Yun's father and son return to the house.

Zhang Jing'an has no money and can only watch Fang Yun eat lunch. After lunch, they took a nap.

Being too tired, Zhang Jing'an didn't wake up at 4 p.m. and was forcibly dragged away by Fang Yun.

Without lunch, Zhang Jingan was weak all afternoon and could only do some light work. Then Lao Guo and Fang Yun unanimously decided to deduct the salary!

Zhang Jingan wants to cry without tears.

The three people worked day by day. On the tenth day, Zhang Jingan finally couldn't bear it. In order to earn three Wen and eat enough, he took the initiative to do the dirtiest things and endured vomiting.

At the beginning, Zhang Jing'an thought he could have another job, but this job alone hollowed out his body and even his mind. He could only do things numbly. He had no energy or strength to think about anything else, let alone how to develop in the future.

Zhang Jingan felt as if he had been imprisoned by garbage and toilet. He could only do this business in his life.

On the morning of the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Fang Yun's father and son plus Lao Guo pulled the car as usual to transport the dirt to the designated place.

"Zhang Jing'an?" a girl's voice suddenly sounded in front.

According to Fang yunxun's reputation, it was a beautiful girl wearing a red cotton padded jacket. The edges of the cotton padded jacket were white ears. There was a Tuanfeng jade pendant hanging around her waist. The girl's small face was powdery, but at the age of 11 or 12, she had a delicate face.

An elegant middle-aged woman took the girl's hand and was surrounded by many people.

"Are you... Brother Longxiang?" the middle-aged woman looked at Fang Yun in horror. Soon, the shock in her eyes turned into sympathy and regret. So did the girl, her eyes full of pity.

Zhang Jing'an stared at the girl. After a few breaths, he was ashamed and annoyed. He loosened the dung truck, turned and ran away.

"Do you want to come back?" Lao Guo asked in a low voice.

Fang Yun's mouth was filled with a different smile.

"He will come back by himself. Let's continue to pull the cart." Fang Yun took a look at Zhang Jing'an's back and continued to move forward.

"Brother Longxiang, you..." the middle-aged woman stopped talking and didn't know what to say at this time.

"You recognize the wrong person."

Fang Yun pulled the ox cart away.

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