The Great Seminary

Chapter 44: People Who Lie Flat
As long as others obey, Rong Anshan will be satisfied.

He nodded and served tea again.

Zhang Gui hurriedly said goodbye formally and was escorted out of the hall by Song Huawen.

Afterwards, Song Huawen really picked someone who was neither too tall nor too short, neither too fat nor too thin, and had a round and regular appearance.

Servants who were about fifteen or sixteen years old were sent to serve Zhang Gui.

He also specifically explained, "The servants around the cabinet are difficult to dispatch.

The rest were servants just bought from the Charity Society.

Although they are all young and strong and have some skills, they are not specially used to serve people, and they all have ordinary looks.

We can only choose the clever ones from among the honest ones."

This means that if one looks good enough, even if he is a slave without any special skills, he will be more valuable than a slave with less appearance but good skills, and will not be sold together with others.

A good face is important in any world.

Zhang Gui, who was a fan of appearance in his previous life, understands the importance of face very well.

"A beautiful appearance can attract the emperor; otherwise, there would be no such thing as a beauty that could overthrow a city or a country.

This applies to both men and women, so people with good looks are inevitably arrogant.

Ordinary people like me should do things with honest people.

Thank you, Mr. Song."

These words were so insightful that Song Huawen actually felt a certain degree of admiration for them. "Manager Zhang is a sensible man.

Zhao Sanshi, you should be more diligent in serving him tea and water in the future.

The chief accountant has already said that if Manager Zhang is satisfied with you, he will hand over the deed.

This is much more comfortable than being stuck in a village and looking at the world from a well for the rest of your life."

Zhao Sanshi quickly responded.

At this time, a little ball wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, who looked like a little ball rolling on the ground, actually was a chubby girl of four or five years old with a rosy face, ran over.

Seeing that there were no flowers or plants in front of the hall, he sighed with regret like a little adult.

He turned around and pulled Song Huawen's pants, tilted his head and said, "There are really no flowers, no winter butterflies or grasshoppers.

There is nothing to play with, Queer is so bored.

Grandpa, can you take me to ride a horse?"

Song Huawen turned his head and glanced into the hall. Seeing that Rong Anshan was no longer there, he bent down, picked up the fat girl, and smiled at Zhang Gui:
“Please forgive me, Brother Zhang.

This is my granddaughter Que'er. Her parents died of plague last year, and she has been living with me ever since.

I felt sorry for her, and I didn't send her to school when she was old enough, hoping she could have some more leisure time, but I didn't expect that it would make her a bit wilder."

"I think your granddaughter is innocent and has a very good personality."

Influenced by his previous life, Zhang Gui didn't like children with five bars on their arms, so he praised them sincerely.

Song Huawen felt his sincerity and his face lit up.

Song Que'er said with a smile: "Thank you, brother, for praising Que'er.

I think my brother has a very good temper."

She knows how to return a favor and is not a girl with a rude temper.

It was time for lunch.

Song Huawen, who was responsible for all the affairs of Wangbei Village with a population of thousands, had no time to continue chatting.

He then arranged for Zhao Sanshi to take Zhang Gui to see Zhang Bazhen.

He kissed his granddaughter in his arms, handed her to his subordinate to carry to eat.

He suppressed his hunger and rushed to the cafeteria to appease the hundreds of slaves newly sent by the "Charity Society".

Although there are only one or two kittens left in Wangbei Village of the Pingyang Zhang family, they still retain the three-story courtyard.

The one who monopolized it was Zhang Bazhen.

He was a middle-aged man with bleary eyes and a scholarly look.

When I first met Zhang Gui, he was enjoying the rice wine and stir-fried dishes sent by the Rong family chef, taking a sip of wine and a bite of meat.

Seeing that Zhang Gui obviously knew who it was, he showed no respect nor contempt, and just sat there and bowed as if they had known each other for a long time.
"Boss Zhang Gui, you are finally here.

It’s already noon, you must be starving, come over and eat with us.

I left this plate of stir-fried bamboo shoots with bacon, braised sea bass, and deep-fried prawns untouched. I saved it for you. Now that you're here, we're on a private limb.

I finally had a discussion with Wangbei Village."

Seeing that he was so carefree, Zhang Gui didn't act shy and just sat down opposite Zhang Bazhen. He took a piece of bacon with chopsticks, and ate it with a mouthful of fragrance. He began to praise:
"The Rong family's chef is really good, with great skills."

Another one picked up the wine glass and poured himself a drink. When he put it down, he murmured at Zhao Sanshi.

"This is the servant sent by the Rong family's head steward to serve me. His name is Zhao Sanshi.

You must be hungry at noon.

If you don't mind, I'll let him come to the table and eat with us.

To avoid trouble later."

"Eating is the most important thing for the emperor, why should I care about such a small matter?

Let Xiao Zhao come over and eat something, don’t let the child starve.”

"I heard you, come and eat.

I just heard your stomach rumbling."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Zhao Sanshi shook his head repeatedly in fear and trepidation.

"Then go down and eat first, go go go go."

Zhao Sanshi was told "go" five times in a row, so he dared not refuse anymore. He should leave with gratitude.

After he left, Zhang Gui couldn't help but say, "This Charity Society is really quite capable, one or two of them would be fine.

Tens of thousands of them, enough to form five thousand households of obedient young and strong slaves, are more than the power of the Zhang family of Pingyang that has accumulated over a hundred years."

"Money makes the world go round.

One transaction was worth 100,000 taels of gold.

What can’t be done?”

Zhang Gui laughed dumbly, "That's true.

By the way, Mr. Bazhen, you just said that we have something to discuss now that I am here.

What do you want to discuss?"

"What else can people like us do in Wangbei Village except taking the blame?

The New Year is coming soon.

Are you and I really going to stay in this shabby farm that has become a stranger's home and spend the twelfth month and the first month of the lunar year?

Let’s discuss the rotation.”

This is because they take advantage of Zhang Gui's youth and use him as a tool.

Zhang Gui didn't get angry, and said lightly: "Okay.

Before I came to Beizhuang today, the original words handed down by the "Si Nong Fang" of my clan were:

Go to Wangbei Village and find the clerk Zhang Bazhen, and you will naturally know what the job is.

Let's not judge who is the master and who is the servant based on their positions. Anyway, as you said, the people who stay in Wangbei Village at this moment have nothing to do except take the blame.

Just assume that the job you told me was that each person would be on duty here for one day.

How about going to the Sinongfang on New Year's Eve and asking for leave to rest?"

Zhang Bazhen's face darkened when he heard this, and he said in a muffled voice:

"Boss Zhang Gui was joking.

I'm full, I'm going out for a walk to help digest the food."

After saying that, he stood up and left, and soon disappeared.

"People asked you to take the blame, but instead of trying to resist, you tried to put the blame on me.

What a bad teammate."

Zhang Gui muttered to himself and continued eating and drinking.

After Zhao Sanshi came back, he made some tea for him to drink, and then he strolled around the farm seemingly bored.

(End of this chapter)