Hearing Steward Zhang's question, a rather surprised expression appeared on Shao Manchu's face, he looked at Steward Zhang as if he was looking at an ignorant doll, sighed lightly and opened his mouth again: "Steward, isn't the worst result just that I didn't do it?"

"You think, you are such a big steward, why do you want to try it out with me, a little-known boy?"

"Isn't it because you really can't find someone who can do that job?"

"At this point, I'm afraid the day when the mill will close is not far off. ”

"I used to do it, and it was common sense that I couldn't do it. ”

"But if you really do it, that's a great ability. ”

"I have such a great ability, you only gave thirty eldest sons this day, and you can't explain it even to the big steward. ”

"I'm also the person you personally recruited for you, isn't it looking for a capable talent, it's your merits. ”

"So, Steward Zhang, if I maintain that mill, how much are you going to pay me?"

"If the mill still earns, how much are you going to pay me?"

Well, you've thought about everything, so why are you still asking me?

Feeling a little aggrieved, Steward Zhang didn't hold his arms anymore, he lowered his hand, put his back behind his back, and began to calculate: "Then how much salary do you plan to get." ”

This is discussed.

Shao Manchu was not polite, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "Steward, do you think this will be done?"

"I'm never ambiguous about my work, and if I don't do the business of the mill, it's because I'm not capable, not because I don't want to contribute. ”

"So, for better or worse, thirty coppers a day will give me less. ”

"If I maintain this business and don't lose the face of the first family, and let people spread the rumors that the first family has done all the business and the first master can lose money, I can be regarded as having some credit. ”

"I'll apply for a normal worker's salary, our first master is benevolent, and the town can give fifty coppers a day, and when the master doesn't need me to do this work, let me recover to the original thirty." ”

"After all, the brain-using work is much easier to do than the hard work. ”

"As for the fact that I make money by doing this mill, then I think that a benevolent and righteous person like the first master will not give me more rewards when he is happy. ”

"It would be nice if I could calculate my salary like those clerks in the city, that's what it's called, yes, a commission, if you give me some more commission, it won't be in vain that I saved the first master's business. ”

Hearing this, Steward Zhang's hand behind his back loosened.

He still thought that this kid could say what a shameless request this kid could say, who would have thought, just like this?

Steward Zhang smiled secretly in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, but he made a look of embarrassment, and he didn't accept it in one go: "Manho, so you are willing to try?"

Seeing that the young man nodded, Steward Zhang continued: "Then I will finalize this matter with you first." ”

"As for the wages and commissions you mentioned, you know, I am a steward, but when it comes to money, it is not the Lord's business that I can do alone. ”

"When I report the work of the mill to the master of the first family, and listen to his orders, if he does, then we will finish our work in this garden, and we will start the work there. ”

Hearing this, Shao Manchu didn't doubt him, he only felt reasonable, he nodded, and after inquiring about the next nothing, he held the money bag and hurriedly ran in the direction of the corner gate.

was stopped and delayed by Manager Zhang, and it was dark.

When Shao Man hoarded back in his yard, even the local dogs roaming in the village returned to their nests.

At this time, at home, because of the lack of popularity for a day, it was a little lonely and cold.

Shao Manhoard waited for a long time before warming it up with a red-hot stove and a restless kang.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The kettle sitting on the small tandoor attached to the kang made a boiling sound.

Shao Manchu, who was poking the scum with fire tongs at the end of the kang, came over to take a look, and then slipped the brass kettle down.

A faint blue flame burst out of the mouth of the stove, followed by two 'crackling' sounds from the mouth of the recessed hearth.

These are the two dough cakes that Shao Manchu put down in advance when making water, and they are the riches that the little guy in charge of serving the rice stuffed into his arms at noon.

Because of the kindness of that peer, Shao Manhoard's meals on the first day of work at the first family were all settled.

In the large porcelain bowl on the kang side, pour half a bowl of freshly boiled water, a bowl of black cakes, and a coarse salt lump for dinner.

The work of the first family looks affordable, but this amount is really not light.

Just when Shao Man was eating steamed buns, his upper and lower eyelids began to stick and fight.

This rested on the body of the ordinary peasant, wiped his mouth, and fell asleep as he pleased.

But Shao Manchu, this kid, is not quite the same as others, he took the dishes and chopsticks with no oil and water, and deliberately went to the stove.

I wiped my face with the well water left in the basin in the morning.

"Hiss......"

The biting cold water, the frozen Shao Manchu subconsciously snorted a few sentences, but his eyes were opened.

Due to the stimulation of cold water, Shao Manchu, who had come to his senses, took out a clean chopstick from the chopstick basket and returned to the main house where the hot kang had been burned.

He put the chopsticks on the small case next to the kang, poured some water into the small dish next to him, reflected the small light of the kerosene lamp next to him, held the chopsticks, dipped the water in the plate, and began to write and draw on the wooden case.

Shao Manho's chopsticks were a little crooked, but he used each stroke very seriously.

A water-stained handwriting is presented under the chopsticks in Shao Manchu's hand.

This is the first word he learned with the housekeeper surnamed Li in the stockyard of the first family today.

"Axe...... Axe...... Head ......"

There was a whisper of satisfaction that no one else could hear.

Shao Manchu held on this chopstick, and wrote it seven or eight times over and over again, until he didn't have to think about where the next stroke should fall to write smoothly, and then stopped.

"Also, Shao Manho...... One...... Ten...... Six"

These new words that I had learned were also written by Shao Manchu.

It's just that the words he learned before, he wrote much more smoothly.

At first glance, I wrote and drew when I had the time, and I really gave the words that I remembered in my heart.