This Zhenguan is a bit silly

Rich people should have a compulsion to match themselves.

Fang Chengen is convinced of this.

Ever since he saw the boss who was obviously a man and a prostitute in his last life, but he wore a small glasses and pretended to be a cultural person, he understood this truth.

It doesn't matter if you have money or not, it's always right to read more.

Just like what I said by chance yesterday, Confucius said, if you don't eat at noon, Xiao Teng and they worship like a fool.

Follow Confucius, then it won't be bad!

"I'll rub, you let me in!" At the gate of the small courtyard, Xiao Teng's miserable howl suddenly came.

Since accepting Jordan Pippen as his bodyguard, Xiao Teng feels that his status in the young master's mind has plummeted.

For example, now, someone actually stopped the big housekeeper behind the Fang family at the gate of the small courtyard.

It's like looking for death.

But he couldn't do anything.

Ever since the young master let these two guys eat well, they have simply regarded the young master as their father.

And the two guys seem to lack a root in their brains, except for the young master's orders, these two guys don't listen to anyone, and even a ruthless person like the one-armed old housekeeper in the family has no face in front of them.

Xiao Teng was very disappointed, disappointed in himself, and even more disappointed in his father.

If you have a waist circumference of eight feet and a height of eight feet, you must teach these two things a hard lesson.

It's a pity that he didn't!

I could only call the young master for help at the door.

"Hmph, you call it, even if you cut your throat, the young master won't come to help you!"

Jordan raised his sandbag-sized fist to threaten, and Pippen next to him stared at Xiao Teng with dead fish eyes, and silently rolled up his sleeves.

Xiao Teng was even more cowardly, these two guys didn't want to teach themselves a lesson

! Fortunately, at this moment, the young master appeared and saved him!"Let him

come in, he came to deliver a book to this young master!" Fang Chengen stood at the door and said lightly.

"Oh, got it!" Jordan agreed, scaring Xiao Teng with another wave of his fist.

"Young master, look at him!" Xiao Teng was like a wronged little daughter-in-law, looking at Fang Chengen's weak complaint.

He is really afraid, he is thin and small, and Jordan's fists are especially big enough to catch up with his face, can he not be afraid.

With this punch, you can beat your face like Pippen's.

Fang Chengen ignored him.

This guy sells well when he gets cheap, and yesterday he wanted to sneak attack Pippen and kill people for a thousand years, but today he was intimidated by other people's brothers, there is no accident, it would be good if he didn't beat him.

Xiao Teng held a large stack of books and put them on Fang Chengen's table.

"Young master, we have these books at home, and there are many more at home, all of which were burned in the firewood room by you......"

Fang Chengen flipped through and looked at it, it was not bad.

The Book of Poetry, the Book of Books, the Analects, the Book of Filial Piety, ......

It can be seen that Fang Daohe very much hopes that the unlucky guy of the original owner can become a reader, otherwise he would not have found so many well-copied books, but unfortunately the original owner is not a good person!

Looking at the books one by one, Fang Chengen sighed with some emotion.

In my previous life, I once traveled to Taiwan, lived there for more than half a year, and learned traditional Chinese characters for more than half a year.

Fortunately, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to read what these books are written right now.

Well, I am now semi-illiterate, and I only know what the word is, and as for the meaning of classical Chinese, I can only be regarded as half-understood.

Spread out a book of Analects.

Xiao Teng helped lay out the yellow paper on the side, and Fang Chengen started his own great business of practicing calligraphy and reading.

Pinching the brush dipped in ink, Fang Chengen's wrist shook slightly, and the pen walked away, leaving a big argument on the yellow paper.

His calligraphy is not very good, and he can only be said to be barely able to write with a brush.

For him, as long as he can understand it, it goes without saying what the later generations said about Yan muscles and willow bones and the like.

Don't even think about it.

However, I heard that Li Er has a good hand to fly white, but I don't know if it's true or not.

"Young master, your handwriting is so beautiful!" Xiao Teng complimented his young master, but only got a roll of his eyes.

If this special mother is called good-looking, it is really a heifer meeting her husband's elephant, and it is awesome.

"Fart, this young master is useless except for being good-looking, and if you make a mistake, I will beat you!"

"Young master, can't you be good-looking, and your words are also good-looking?" Xiao Teng was a little aggrieved.

", Confucius has said, no one is perfect, young master, I am so good-looking, how can the words be good-looking, you have to give Confucius enough respect, you know no!" Fang Chengen patted Xiao Teng's head with his palm.

"Yes, yes

, young master, what you said is right!" Xiao Teng enjoyed his face, oops, the young master slapped his head again, this is a manifestation

of the young master's caresses!" "By the way, young master, you didn't like to read before, why did you remember to copy books today?" Xiao Teng saw that his young master had a good temper, and asked boldly.

Fang Chengen glanced at Xiao Teng, picked up the brush again, and said unhurriedly: "Since yesterday, we have been rich people, we can't be nouveau riche, and our temperament must keep up."

Also, there are so many big people in history, all of them are versatile, and they speak well, what do you think they learned so many things for, in order to be able to use them?

No, most of the things they learned are not used, but when it comes to the critical moment.

But it can be used to ...... Pretending to be forced!" Xiao

Teng didn't understand what it meant to be pretending, but he felt that what his young master said seemed to be very reasonable, so he nodded again and again.

After writing a few big characters in a row, Fang Chengen put down the brush, picked up the towel that had been prepared next to him and wiped his hands, and then slowly put it down.

His whole movement is slow, but rhythmic.

"Do you see what's coming?" Xiao

Teng was stunned and shook his head again and again.

"This is called temperament! I told you that you don't understand, you are a poor ghost

!" "Young master, this is a bit heart-wrenching

!" "By the way, the Zhuang household on the Zhuangzi you go and talk to the Wang steward, just say what the young master said, starting tomorrow, part of it will be assigned to the family to learn to make bean sprouts, and the rest will go to sell bean sprouts to me, and you must take the bean sprouts business as your own business, and you must become bigger and stronger!"

Ah, yes, young master, I'll go and tell Steward Wang about this in a while, but can't we do this bean sprouts business ourselves, there are enough people in the family, why do we have to divide the copper coins!"

Xiao Teng was puzzled, there are still many empty houses in his house, which can be used to transform into a room for bean sprouts, why do you want to cheap those poor ghost households.

"Fart!" Fang Chengen glared at Xiao Teng, making the latter tremble, thinking that the young master was going to kick himself again, so he hurriedly covered his ass.

"How can I make it my own to peel the skin, tell the king steward, the price of the bean sprouts should be according to the price I ordered, and all the copper coins sold will be handed over to the family, and the family will distribute them uniformly, and for every pound sold, the young master will draw 20% of the dry shares!"

"Ah, young master, you are still smart." Xiao Teng's brain is not stupid, otherwise he would not have been arranged to wait for Fang Chengen since he was a child, and he instantly understood his thoughts.

Yes, you have to pay for the sprouts at home, and let those poor ghosts do it, so that you only need one person to follow the money, and take 20% for nothing, what a good thing.

Suddenly, Xiao Teng thought of something, took out an object from his arms, and handed it to Fang Chengen: "Young master, take a look, this is the tonic that the family bought for you some time ago, I heard that the master snatched it from a seafarer

, take a look!" Fang Chengen took this thing, opened the layers of packages, and instantly there was a black line.

This thing is poison, and he won't believe it if he kills it.

It was just a dry vine, and he didn't know what plant it was.

After carefully looking at it for a while, Fang Chengen suddenly found that the corner of this thing seemed to be a little green, and it seemed to have sprouted.

"Take it and plant it in the sprouts room, it's warm there, and see what grows!"

As for what this thing can grow?