Pounding paste, chattering, sending you to death, amusing you.

As soon as the sky was dawning, before going to work, Zheng En was still sleeping in the shed, and was called up by Steward Lu.

"Master housekeeper, what's the matter?" asked Zheng En, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

"The master has something to meet!" Steward Lu said in a weird manner.

"Looking for the head of the fang, okay, I'll call him!"

Zheng En belongs to the lowest level of oil mill workers, except for work, he has no right to talk much, let alone participate in deliberations. After a few years in the Dong family, Mo said that the master, even the Dong family, no one had ever looked for him. Fangtou is equivalent to the factory director or department manager of later generations, and the size is also considered an official, of course, he does not crowd the big shop in the shed, and lives at home and sleeps with his wife in his arms.

"No need to scream, you're the one who's looking for you!" said the butler, stopping him.

"Looking for me, what's the matter?" Zheng En felt a little strange.

"Good thing!

Zheng En wanted to ask again, but Steward Lu had already turned around and walked forward.

The first time he walked into the Dong family's compound, Zheng En felt strange when he saw everything. The bricks are laid on the ground in the courtyard and are arranged in many patterns, the trees are planted in pots, and the trees are twisted and bent, the fish are raised in the tanks and grow strangely, and the stones are piled up in a pile, not to mention the space, and they are still hanging, and each piece seems to fall off...... He wanted to ask, why are such good bricks laid on the ground, and not used to build a house and build a foundation? The roots of the house do not use bricks, and when the rain soaks, they will fall, and his house will collapse when it rains. He wanted to ask, when the tree is planted in a pot, when it can grow into purlins, seven strands, eight branches, and zigzags, why is it not repaired? He wants to ask, why don't the fish keep in the pond, are such strange fish delicious? He wants to ask, why are these stones piled up in the courtyard, and why are those hanging stones not removed......

He had a lot of questions, but Steward Lu just walked behind his back, he didn't bother to pay attention to him at all, and he didn't dare to ask any of them.

When he came to the back house, Steward Lu took him into the living room, reported to the "Dong Oil" sitting inside, "Someone brought", and stood aside with his hands crossed.

He had only seen it from afar when he inspected the oil mill at "Dong Pressed Oil", and he had never spoken alone, let alone met him in the living room like he did now. He didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse, and when he walked into the door, his legs trembled a little, and he just stood dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

"When you see the master, why don't you bow down and say hello?" Steward Lu reprimanded dissatisfiedly.

"What is 'picking'? How can you 'ask me'? Haven't you ever taught me anything?" As long as he can remember, his parents taught him all farm work; when he arrived at the oil mill, he also learned a set of techniques for making oil, and no one really gave him the slightest guidance on the basic state policy of the imperial court and the etiquette rules for measuring the quality of people.

"He doesn't understand, don't be embarrassed for him!" "Dong Zhuyou" squinted and smiled and said to Steward Lu, turned his face and pointed to a chair and said to Zheng En: "Don't be restrained, sit down, sit down and talk!"

"The master has no shelf, the master has a good temper!" Zheng En muttered in his heart, relaxed a lot, sat on the edge of the chair and pulled his buttocks, looking like he was ready to get up and work: "Master, what do you want me to do?"

"Dong Pressed Oil" didn't answer, he looked very approachable, and asked kindly: "It's tiring to work in the oil mill, right?"

"Squeeze oil for the master, don't say you're tired!"

"Oil extraction" is the nickname of "Dong oil extraction", and the people of Dongjiazhuang say that "oil extraction" is "playing fragrant incense", and they do not dare to say the word "oil extraction" directly. Although Zheng En had no intention, he made a mistake, and there was a suspicion of ridicule in his answer, Steward Lu was about to get angry, "Dong Zhuyou" waved his hand generously to stop him, and his tone was more approachable: "The oil mill is heavy, I will send you a relaxed one today!"

"What for?"

"Dongjiazhuang is rich, and we can't forget the people of the county. I invited a troupe to perform in the county, so that the people of the county were happy. They are few and short of corners, and you should answer it when you go there!"

"What is 'Ying Mao'?"

"It's just going to work!" Steward Lu instructed.

"Working on the stage, isn't that singing?"

"Forget it!"

"I'm not from the theater troupe, am I?" said Jung.

"The master is letting you go to the show!"

"What kind of work is 'piercing'?"

"It's not 'piercing' it's a string of plays, or it's not a temporary role for people from the drama troupe, understand?"

"What is 'Jiao'er', mung beans or bowl beans?"

"'String opera' means that people who are not in the troupe go to sing, and 'jiao'er' is the person in the play who is dressed up as a play!" Steward Lu raised his voice an octave, and he simply roared.

"I don't know how to sing, I don't know how to sing, besides, I just learned, my voice is like a donkey, and I don't scare away the people watching the play?" Zheng En told the truth.

"The characters you string don't sing, so it's easy to learn! Come here, I'll teach you!" Steward Lu said as he pulled Zheng En to stand in the room, imitating the appearance of fighting on stage.

"Your horn is a fighting hero, there are not many plays, and you are very easy to learn! I tell you to go on stage, and you go on stage. When you go on stage, make this posture to the audience first!"

Steward Lu demonstrated the posture of lunge and punching, Zheng En had never practiced martial arts, and he always learned it wrong. Steward Lu fiddled for a long time, but Zheng En still stood indecently as if he was carrying a peanut bag. Steward Lu had no choice but to let him learn words.

"After this posture was done, he hugged his fists and made a circle, and said: 'I am Zhongzhou Songyue Golden Bell Hood Iron Cloth Shirt Across the Mountain to Kill Niu God Fist Zhang Ye'!

"My milk, who is my milk?"

"That's what I mean!"

"Your milk?"

"You yourself 'yes'!"

"My grandmother died early. Besides, when she was alive, she only went up to the mountains to collect firewood, and never shot a cow?"

"Say as I say!" Steward Lu ordered a little angry.

"Well, well!"

Steward Lu repeated the line "I am Zhongzhou Songyue Golden Bell Hood Iron Cloth Shirt Killed Niu God Fist Zhang Ye across the mountain" more than ten times, all of which were words that I had never heard and did not understand, Zheng En could only listen to the sound of the sound within the scope of his knowledge, and the result was not that "the five grandmothers were sick and their legs were swollen and sold cloth shirts, and the next day the big cow ate leaves and ......", that is, "I don't have milk to make porridge and the baby doesn't drink, and the next day I find a cow to milk and have a loose stomach and ......" is either to add words or change the pronunciation, and even the number of words is not pronounced correctly.

Steward Lu was annoyed and angry, and was about to move the family law, but "Dong Zhuyou" waved his hand to stop him.

According to Zheng En's illiterate and illiterate characteristics, "Dong Pressed Oil" made up a strict trap with Steward Lu, planning to coax Zheng En into the city to go to the ring in the name of the lack of corners in the troupe and letting Zheng En be a chivalrous skewer to add to the excitement; At this time, seeing that Zheng Enhan was so stupid that it was difficult to cooperate, he thought that with Steward Lu present, as long as Zheng En came to power, he would be able to kill him, so he decided to simply save all these corners.

The credit is the boss's, and the wrong subordinate is behind the blame, which was originally the corner book finalized by "Dong Oil" after the two discussed, and "Dong Oil" wanted to overthrow it, of course, it was the fault of Steward Lu.

He stopped Steward Lu and said, "This kid grew up in the crop field since he was a child, and he hasn't been out of the oil mill here, what do he know? Don't put on any performances, he has a string of plays, and he has a horn, can he understand it? The movements are so difficult, can he learn them? The sentences are so long, how can he remember them?"

"Please teach the master!" Steward Lu hurriedly turned his face into a smile and bowed down to ask for instructions from "Dong Squeeze Oil".

"He doesn't know anything but work, eats, sleeps, and has to follow him when he speaks. You say that he doesn't understand the string of dramas and the horns, and that he can not understand the tricks and tricks of the stage? If he can't learn the martial arts posture, then save it! If he can't remember the words, then change it to a simpler one! People watch the play, but it's good to have fun and make people laugh, so what do you do seriously? Don't be embarrassed for the child, I feel sorry for the strange!"

Originally, it was a trap set by the two, and the lines and actions that were discussed, Steward Lu staged it according to the corner, but he was complained by "Dong Squeezing Oil" with a pimple, and he was really aggrieved in his heart. But the boss is always right, he can only admit his mistake: "Yes, what the master said, please give the master specific advice?"

"You are present and commanding, as long as you coax him to the stage, he can't run if he wants to, so what are you doing with verbose?" Steward Lu knew the subtext of "Dong squeezing oil" in his heart, but he pretended to be confused and humbly asked for instructions.

"Dong Zhuyou" was unceremonious, and commanded condescendingly: "You introduce the name and title first, and after he comes to the stage, you say 'welcome strong men to participate', and let him reply 'Jianghu Heroes', isn't it considered to be a name?"

"One sentence is 10,000 sentences! It's still high, high, really high!" was strange in his heart, and he had to smile on his face, Steward Lu slapped his ass sourly, turned around and straightened his waist, and said to Zheng En: "The master asked you to work on the stage, do you understand?"

"Yes. ”

"Do you remember what the master said about 'Jianghu Heroes'?"

Steward Lu had just been complained about "verbose" by "Dong Squeezing Oil", and he was angry in his heart, and he intended to follow the script and deal with the errand.

The four words "Jianghu Knight" are the name of Zheng Enbao, and if it is linked to the thing that he just learned the words, it should also be very clear, but Zheng En is simple-minded and thinking is a way, and he is only associated with Steward Lu's last sentence "work on the stage", thinking that "Jianghu Knight" is the work he asked him to do, and replied: "Is it a slurry and a fool? I can do the work in the field and the oil mill, I am afraid that I will not be able to do this work! It's a coincidence to talk nonsense, so let's let him go!"

"I chose you to reuse you, don't know what to do!" Steward Lu thought that Zheng En was deliberately interrupting, so he also transferred his anger to "Dong Squeezing Oil", added it to Zheng En, and said sharply.

Zheng En was so frightened that he hurriedly said: "I will do whatever the master tells me to do, I will go to 'pound the paste' when I am told to do it, and I will go to 'make the paste' when I am told to 'mess up'." ”

"It's not pounding paste, chattering, it's a 'chivalrous man'! No need to 'pound', no need to 'chat'!" Steward Lu was so angry that he was about to cry.

"No need to pound, no need to nag, just paste, only blind, paste, paste, past......e," Zheng En corrected with difficulty, forced to remember.

"It's not 'slurry and blindness', it's 'Jianghu chivalrous'! Are you stuffing donkey hair in your ears?" Steward Lu rubbed his arm and was about to hit again, but "Dong Zhuyou" stopped him with another glare.

"Fools are all tough, provoked, he is a donkey, and if he doesn't cooperate with him alive or dead, things will be difficult to do!" "Dong Juyou" pondered so much in his heart, but said to Steward Lu with a smile on his face: "Okay, okay, 'slurry and blind', let's be 'slurry and blind'! This kid is so well-behaved and has a good memory, but his Beijing dialect is a little worse, and it doesn't match your accent! Don't be embarrassed for him, I feel distressed when I look at it!" He turned his face to Zheng En and said with a smile: "You can go to work, just remember the 'slurry and blind'!"

"Don't worry, master, I remember, I will do a good job!"

"Also, no matter how the other party 'pounds' or 'snorts', you are not allowed to step off the stage! If the performance is affected and the audience is not satisfied, I will be severely punished!" "Dong Juyou" was afraid that he would run away if he did not die, and emphasized.

"When will you come down?" "Eating after work is the top priority of the working people, of course Zheng En has to ask.

"Dong Pressed Oil" is naturally inconvenient to say that "if you are killed, you won't move", and coaxed him and said: "When it's time to come down, someone will call you, so don't worry about it!"

"Dong squeezed oil" said, ordered Yahuan to give Zheng En a set of samurai clothes, let him wear it, like sending his son on a blind date for a long time, Fang Qing said deeply: "People are clothes, horses are saddle makeup, wearing this new clothes, more majestic, much more beautiful! Now you come out and show your face, maybe which lady will fall in love! Boy, you are so blessed! Remember my words and work hard! If you do a good job today, this set of clothes will be awarded to you!" After that, he stepped forward and patted Zheng En's shoulder caressingly, and encouraged him kindly: "After you come to the stage, you must hold your head high, shake your arms and stride, and look like a hero." You represent Dongjiazhuang, you don't have any style, and I have no shame on my face! Don't be restrained, relax, be spiritual! Go ahead!"

"Dong Squeezing Oil" said that sending people to death was like sending his son-in-law into the cave room, although Steward Lu said that he had a strong psychological endurance, he couldn't help but feel like he had suddenly swallowed a piece of ice, and his heart was a little cold.

Zheng En is usually obedient and accustomed to doing whatever the master tells him to do, not to mention that his life is so easy, and he will be rewarded with a new set of clothes for a good job?

Zheng Eun has only sat in a car that pulls peanuts and sesame seeds, and he still lies on the roof of the car stacked with goods, swaying and being upside down if he is not careful. The car was sat by the master, it was a rich man, and he never sat once. Steward Lu asked him to get into the car, and he thought he was letting him sit on the roof of the car, so he raised his legs and climbed up.

"Come down, sit inside!" Butler Lu pulled him down and pushed him through the door.

Zheng Enjian was a little flattered when he let him sit in the car, and asked worriedly, "Do you want to deduct your salary while sitting here?"

"What are you detaining? This is a special car for you!" Steward Lu replied in a strange manner.

has not practiced martial arts for a day, and has not even fought, but he is known as a boxing champion and a chivalrous man who coaxed him into the ring to do the work of fighting.

He thought in his heart: "I really didn't expect that 'Pounding Paste and Blind Nagging' could have such a good treatment, to wear new clothes, and to send them by car, I will have to study hard with Xiao Liuzi in the future!" Thinking that he was clumsy and stupid, he couldn't remember the long sentences, and he couldn't pronounce it well, so he had to shrink the words and teach him personally, and he felt even more sorry for the old man's "Dong squeezing oil."

When the car arrived at the gate of the oil mill, he wanted to show off to the workers, and by the way, talk about his feelings. He quietly opened the curtain of the car, hoping that a worker would see him on the side of the road. But the workers hadn't gotten up yet, and none of them could be seen.

He felt a little regretful, and couldn't help but muttered silently: "Brothers, you didn't expect it, right? The master said that I usually work hard and perform well, so I will find a light job for me, and let me go on the stage today to make paste with others. When I said no, the housekeeper taught me personally; I couldn't learn what the housekeeper taught, and the master not only didn't get angry, but also reduced the number of words, and taught me personally! Before leaving, he was given a new set of clothes and sent a special car for me to sit in. In the future, you can stop calling the old man 'Dong Zhu Oil'! What is it called? Dong sesame oil, Dong soju, Dong big meat, Dong big cake, Dong fritters, Dong roast chicken, ......

He was hungry, and all he thought about was what he thought was the best food and drink in the world!

If you want to know what happened, please watch the next episode: the crazy "support".