From stable boy to peerless immortal

That morning, while everyone in the stable was busy feeding the horses, Manager Huang walked over with his hands behind his back, accompanied by two servants.

Upon seeing this, just as everyone was about to greet them, a handsome and somewhat clever young man stepped forward to meet them.

"Godfather, what brings you here!"

The boy brought him a stool, served him tea and water, and busied himself with great care.

This has led many to secretly despise it, while also feeling quite envious.

The boy, named Feng Shan, was quite clever. Not only did he take good care of the horses, but he also somehow managed to become the godfather of Steward Huang these past few days.

As a result, his status was much higher than that of the other servants. He helped Manager Huang assign tasks to everyone and received many benefits. Not only did he enjoy a life of luxury with Manager Huang, but his living quarters were also upgraded to single dormitories.

Steward Huang leisurely sipped his tea, while not forgetting to give a warning: "You're quite clever, but don't think that just because you're my godson you can do whatever you want. You eat the Marquis's food, so you have to take good care of this horse for your master. Otherwise, if something happens, I won't be able to protect you!"

"Godfather, rest assured, I will keep your teachings in mind and will certainly do my best... However, it is only natural for a son to be filial to his father, so I beg you to understand my filial piety..."

Feng Shan bowed and scraped, calling him "godfather" repeatedly. His obsequious and ingratiating manner impressed Shen Yuan.

This guy is really good at flattering...

Although he is not very old, his licking skills are first-rate.

If this were his previous life, with his thick skin and flexible spirit, he would probably have achieved great things no matter where he was!

To be honest, Shen Yuan wasn't jealous at all of this kind of person getting promoted and receiving a raise.

Manager Huang took his godson's flattery for granted, and then casually said, "Alright, stop busying yourself. Today is the day to distribute monthly allowances. Gather everyone and come collect your money."

"yes!"

Feng Shan hurriedly went to call for help.

Before long, Shen Yuan, Chen Youqing, and others gathered together and began to line up to receive their money.

Two taels of silver per person, which, in terms of purchasing power, is roughly equivalent to two thousand yuan in Shen Yuan's previous life, is quite a good deal.

Although it was said to be two taels of silver, in reality, I only received one tael and two mace.

It wasn't just Shen Yuan; everyone was like that.

"That greedy old man..."

Weighing the loose silver in his hand and glancing at Manager Huang who was handing out the money, Shen Yuan knew exactly what was going on.

Such petty theft was not uncommon in the Hua Rong Mansion. To be precise, it wasn't just Steward Huang who did it; many people did it, and it had become an open secret in the Marquis's mansion.

After all, these servants are easy to bully and have no human rights.

Anyone who dares to object will inevitably be beaten up, and afterwards they will be retaliated against. In more serious cases, they may even die without knowing why.

Shen Yuan didn't seem resentful; he simply made a note in his notebook:

[Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, Yong'an Year 828, May 9th. Manager Huang Qing is insatiably greedy, deducting eight coins from my pay, totaling four taels over five months. I will remember this well, and if I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely reclaim it with interest!]

To Shen Yuan's surprise, Feng Shan's monthly allowance was not one tael and two mace, but five taels of silver!

The small silver ingots are not large, but they are quite tempting, shimmering with a faint silver light, making many people envious.

Clearly, the extra money was a perk of being a "godson".

"Godfather, please have some tea."

Noticing the envious gazes of the crowd, Feng Shan, feeling smug, went to Steward Huang's side to serve him tea and water.

Shen Yuan silently stuffed the money into his pocket and put it away.

The Marquis's mansion had strict rules, but it was relatively lenient in some minor matters.

Even ordinary servants could get a special meal in the kitchen if they were willing to spend the money.

He has a big appetite now and is growing, so this money is perfect for him to have extra meals.

Chen Youqing, who was standing next to him with unhealed whip marks and a limp, remained silent throughout.

Back at the stable, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother Yuan, do you think that for us nobody to get ahead, besides currying favor with the big shots, is there any other way?"

Shen Yuan glanced at him.

Chen Youqing's family was quite poor. His elderly mother was bedridden, and he would send his monthly allowance back home as soon as it arrived.

Seeing Feng Shan, a petty man, rise to power through flattery and live a life of luxury, while Chen Youqing, who diligently fed the horses, was punished and suffered greatly for being late, his values ​​were likely shaken.

"Didn't Old Niu tell us that as long as we can raise a spirit horse, we can redeem our indenture, gain the right to learn martial arts, and become superior people?"

Shen Yuan patted him on the shoulder: "Take good care of the horses, and maybe one day you'll have your day!"

Chen Youqing chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Lingma... I don't have that kind of ability..."

Shen Yuan sighed softly.

The environment can indeed change a person. After only a few months in the Marquis's mansion, the honest and timid Chen Youqing was no longer the same person he once was.

While cleaning the stables, Shen Yuan saw Steward Huang walking over.

He first inspected the stables and, seeing that the horses were well-fed and healthy, nodded in satisfaction.

He strolled leisurely up to Shen Yuan, glanced at the Fire Roman clone, and said, "Shen Yuan, right? You've taken good care of this horse."

Manager Huang spoke of horses, but instead of looking at them, he stared intently at Shen Yuan's handsome face, a meaningful, ambiguous smile playing on his lips: "However, if you want to stay in this stable for a long time, just knowing how to raise horses isn't enough..."

"If you have any ideas later, remember to come find me. I love mentoring young people."

With that, he patted Shen Yuan on the shoulder, gave it a gentle squeeze, and then strolled away leisurely.

Seeing this, Feng Shan, who was standing to the side, glared at him fiercely, seemingly with some jealousy, and then chased after him.

"???"

Shen Yuan's face stiffened, and he stood there dumbfounded, almost instantly understanding something.

"Holy shit!"

Recalling Manager Huang's ugly face, wrinkled like a dried orange peel, he felt a chill and hurriedly patted his shoulders as if afraid of getting something dirty on them. His gaze towards Feng Shan's back changed.

Not a buddy...

I thought you got to the top by sucking up to others, but I never imagined you actually did!

Damn!

You're truly a formidable person, capable of enduring what ordinary people cannot!

And what's more, that old bastard Manager Huang actually has this kind of fetish, and he's even set his sights on me... Shen Yuan's face turned ugly, as if he had swallowed a dead fly!

The naive Chen Youqing stood to the side, bewildered, not understanding what had happened.

Before long, Feng Shan saw Steward Huang off with a beaming smile. But when he returned to Shen Yuan, his expression had changed to one of cold indifference. He said, "Shen, since my godfather values ​​you, it's your honor. I'll give you more responsibilities so you can share his burdens..."

He gestured with his chin, indicating, "See that hay? Don't rush to eat later, move this hay to the storeroom first..."

The pile of hay next to them was like a small mountain, with more than 300 bundles, each weighing over 100 kilograms. An ordinary person would probably be exhausted and still not be able to move it all.

However, Shen Yuan clearly noticed that Feng Shan had a cold smile on his face, and his eyes were full of pleasure and malice.

"Holy shit..."

Shen Yuan cursed under his breath, realizing the reason immediately.

"They're trying to take advantage of me!"

Feng Shan was clearly afraid of losing favor with Steward Huang, so he hated him and blatantly used his little power to deal with him!

"If it were a 36D, peach-butt-clad woman trying to take advantage of me, I might consider it... But a wrinkled old man? I'd have to be crazy to... Ugh... No, I can't take it anymore, screw you..."

Shen Yuan was so disgusted that he could no longer bear it. With a thought, he sent his Fire Roman clone flying up and kicking Feng Shan in the groin.