Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 269 Are You the Young Master?

After sending the letter, Xia Lin started strolling around. He was now a typical idler and was well-known in this area. There were rumors that he was a gigolo who lived off his wife's dowry, but he didn't argue and was happy to be with everyone anyway.

After walking around and instructing the old man to play two rounds of mahjong, and then scolding the old man and running away, he bought a fish and some vegetables, and walked back leisurely with the vegetables in his hands.

When he was halfway there, he suddenly saw a lot of people gathered in front of him. He had nothing to do so he went over to watch the fun. He saw a few servants posting notices. There were a few literate neighbors nearby. When they saw Xia Lin coming over, they pulled him over and said, "White Face, come here."

Xia Lin was dragged over by them, confused: "What?"

"What did you write on this for Nian Nian?"

Xia Lin stood beside the notice with vegetables in hand and took a look. "Oh, it says that the young master of the Lin family wants to hire a study companion. The requirement is to be able to read and write. The monthly fee is 20 taels of silver. If the person is a scholar, the monthly fee is 35 taels of silver. It also says that the person needs to accompany the young master from 3:45 am to 6:00 pm every day. Food and accommodation are provided. If you don't want accommodation, it will cost 5 taels of silver more."

This ignited everyone's passion for discussion. What kind of family is this? 20 taels of silver a month, and if you don't live there, you can get 5 taels more. And it's just a companion study, and food is provided. Isn't it too comfortable to work for such a rich family? And if you are a scholar, you can get 35 taels of silver. If you don't live there, won't you have to get 40 taels?
Earn what an average person earns in a year in a month? Even though the Lin family is rich, they are not that rich.

At this moment, a fat man who looked like a butler came over. He put his hands behind his back and said arrogantly, "My young master from the Lin family is going to participate in the next provincial examination. If anyone can help my young master pass the exam, the master will still give him a reward of three hundred taels!"

"No, you have the money to send him to Yuzhang Academy, right?"

Xia Lin turned his head and glanced at the housekeeper. "That year's tuition fee is only one hundred taels of silver, including room and board. If you have excellent grades, you can get free tuition. The success rate of that place is so high. Why are you wasting this money?"

The butler pursed his lips, looked Xia Lin up and down, and then suddenly took out a heavy purse and stuffed it into Xia Lin's hand without warning.

"Go! It's you."

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Seven or eight servants came up. Each of them was as strong as an ox and they easily lifted Xia Lin up.

Yes, he was an agent before coming to this world, but he was an agent, not Superman. He was suddenly lifted up by seven or eight strong men without any warning, just like a black man carrying a coffin. Not to mention an agent, even Terman would have to think twice.

Xia Lin had no choice but to throw down the dishes and fish and said, "Tell my wife I won't be back for dinner tonight! This is not kidnapping, I just found a job!"

Just like that, Xia Lin was carried to the Lin family compound. The housekeeper brought him directly to the Lin family master: "Master, we have found the young master's study partner. He is obviously an excellent scholar. Take a look at this tender meat."

Xia Lin stood aside and muttered to himself. For a moment he couldn't tell whether this was the Lin Family Compound or the Black Wind Temple. Why was the meat so tender and skinny? It couldn't be chopped into fine pieces, right?
"Ah~"

The master in front of the hall actually breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xia Lin: "Don't blame me, my dear. I had no choice but to invite you here. I can only blame my son... Alas, he has driven away four teachers and six study companions in three months. No one in the city is willing to come."

"Ah?" Xia Lin pointed at himself: "Oh, you arrested me when no one else came, right? Aren't you afraid that he will beat me?"

"If you really fight, just leave. I, Lin Xiong, won't take any money. I will give you enough medicine as compensation." The master of the Lin family sat there with a solemn expression: "I don't ask for that guy to have a great future. As long as he can pass the exam and become a scholar, I will be satisfied."

"I'm not even a scholar myself." Xia Lin spread his hands: "You can't just pretend someone with delicate skin and tender flesh is a scholar."

Master Lin raised his eyebrows slightly: "It can be seen that you are not a rough person in your conversation."

"I have read books, but I have never passed the exam. Isn't it inappropriate for you to let a half-baked person like me to be a companion to your son?"

"It's all right if you can learn to read. If you can calm down Ming'er, I'll pay for your exam as well."

The old master of the Lin family covered his mouth with a handkerchief and began to cough violently. "I don't have many days left to live. I only hope to see my useless only son have a future before I die."

Xia Lin was about to open his mouth, but seeing that Master Lin's face really looked like he would not live for many days, he simply waved his hand and said, "Then I can give it a try, but I have to make a promise in advance. I will torture my mentor the same way he tortured me. Don't feel bad about it."

"As long as he can read, you just need to leave him with a breath."

Xia Lin nodded: "Okay, I'll come again tomorrow morning?"

"Please stay for dinner first." The Lin family's master was quite enthusiastic, but his invitation was soon covered up by his cough.

Xia Lin thought about it and decided to forget it, so he just said goodbye and said he would come back early the next morning. But of course he couldn't go back alone, but the Lin family's guards would accompany him all the way back, just as a way to get to know the family.

After sending them to the door, the guards left. When Xia Lin opened the door, he saw ten heavily-armored warriors and his three giant men, each of them carrying a ghost-head sword on their back and preparing to go out. If Xia Lin had come back a little later, the Lin family would have been wiped out tonight.

"You look quite murderous." Xia Lin waved his hand and threw the bag of silver to the killers: "It's okay, go eat something good, it's my treat."

After sending away the killers, Xia Lin sat at the table and looked at the worried Narcissus and said with a smile, "Don't worry so much, it's not a big deal."

"It's not a big deal. You've been kidnapped. If something really happens, what will we do?" Narcissus sat there sighing, "If that really happens, I won't live anymore."

"Okay, okay, it's okay." Xia Lin held her face and kissed her: "If there is really a problem, I can do it." As he said that, he slashed from his sleeve and a short knife slipped out: "A cornered dog will jump over the wall. Three or five people can't do anything to me."

The next morning, he got up very early, put on a Confucian robe and tied a belt, looking quite frivolous. He bought a few books on the way and also held a bamboo whip in his pocket. He walked away quickly, and his silhouette gradually lengthened.

When he arrived at the Lin family's door, he knocked and entered, which attracted a lot of attention. They asked why the young master was still lying in bed.

Xia Lin didn't say anything, he fetched a bucket from the yard, and poured the full bucket of cold well water over the young master's bed.

He was soaked all over, and felt that his muscles and bones were all broken. The cold air entered his body and anger penetrated his bones. He wanted to turn into a tiger. But he was helpless in front of Xia Lin. Even a tiger would lie dormant after thirty whips.

"Boy, from today on, you will have no good days."

The young master of the Lin family was very strong and was about to attack with a punch, but Xia Lin twisted his wrist and pinned him down, forcing him to cry for his mother. He was then kicked to the ground and his knee touched his spine, forcing him to prostrate himself.

The bamboo whip hit his body, making a crackling sound. There was no movement in the whole yard, only the sound of the New Year pig making a deafening sound.

"Civil or martial, choose one."

Xia Lin pressed his head, making him unable to move. If the young master of the Lin family didn't say a word, he would be beaten again.

After three rounds and five draws, Master Chao Xiong was no longer making any noise, and only gentleness remained.

His parents were outside, and their hearts were bleeding when they heard the noise inside, but they could only blame themselves on having a son in their old age and being doted on by him. But now they are old and don't have many days left to live. If they don't see their son become successful, they will not be willing to die.

"Sit down!"

Xia Lin whipped his teaching stick, causing ripples in the air. The young master turned pale and was no longer as arrogant as before.

He was forced to sit upright on a chair and was not even allowed to change his clothes. This was the ordeal he had to endure just because he got up late.

"Lin Yang, right?" Xia Lin put his hands on his waist and bent down to look at the young master in front of him: "I have taken your father's money. From today on, your life is in my hands."

The young master refused to speak, his mouth was tightly shut and his eyes were trembling, and he was obviously upset.

Xia Lin folded his arms at this moment: "It's not just about studying. Master, what do you want?"

The young master opened his mouth and looked towards the door, only to see his parents standing at the window. Without saying a word, he picked up the Analects of Confucius and began to recite the difficult passages word by word.

The parents saw this and turned away with satisfaction. Only then did the young master speak up and say, "I want to go to the brothel. There is a girl named Xiaoye in the brothel. She has bright eyes and white teeth and is very lovable. It's a pity that I haven't seen her for nine days."

Xia Lin crossed his arms and listened to his useless words. After he finished speaking, he smiled and said, "Just a little Ye?"

"Who else could it be? Could it be the oiran? An oiran costs three thousand taels, I wouldn't have the money even if I were beaten to death."

"I'll give you three sets of papers, and you have to finish them all. When you finish, I'll take you to see the oiran."

"You? A poor scholar. If I could beat you, I would kill you right now." The young master obviously didn't believe it, but he was a little confused, but one could see the expectation in his eyes.

"I don't care how you answer or what you do. If you can't finish the three papers, just look at them again. The questions won't be difficult, but they won't be easy either. I've circled the areas for you, so just answer them honestly." Xia Lin pointed at the book with a smile on his face, "You'll have three days."

In order to see the oiran, the young master wanted to skip sleep. At three o'clock in the morning, the old man came and found that the young master still had the lamp on.

He listened to his reading partner and circled the questions he didn't understand with a red pen, and came back the next day to answer them. Xia Lin accompanied him for a day and could answer 300 questions, but he didn't get annoyed and just answered them in detail.

The three days were up, and Xia Lin invited the master of the Lin family to come and supervise the exam. Looking at his son sitting there, the results were no longer important.

"There are three test papers here. You will pass if you answer 60% correctly." Xia Lin handed the test papers to the young master.

At this moment, the master saw that the tiny calligraphy on it was really beautiful. He turned around and looked at Xia Lin. Although he looked young, his talent was clearly beyond words.

The young master wrote furiously. He had carefully read the questions in the past few days and found them to be no problem at all. But when he encountered a difficult question, he looked at it again and felt that the teacher had explained it before.

The master was watching his son's focused expression and the answers he got to the questions, and his eyes filled with tears.

Regardless of right or wrong, who has ever seen the young master so obsessed with sleep and forgetting to eat in all these years...

(End of this chapter)