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A twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, with a golden crown and arrow sleeves, a face as white as jade, pink and tender, starry eyebrows, white teeth and red lips, just like Jia Baoyu walked out of the second dimension.

Not to mention, this noble son's small life is more chic than Jia Baoyu!

He is Yan Shu, the seventh son of Yan Shu Xianggong, Yan Jidao, who has a son when he is old, Yan Shu spoils this son to the sky, fresh clothes and angry horses, brocade clothes and jade food, everything.

No, last year, he was stunned to go to Jiangnan alone, lingered between the mountains and rivers, and made more than 20 poems in one breath, which was deeply sought after by Jiangnan scholars, and many singers competed to see Xiao Yan's demeanor, not to mention how happy they were.

When he turned his head to look for his father, he learned that Yan Shu had arrived at the Six Arts Academy, so he took his servants and came over.

When he saw his father, Yan Jidao was very happy, chattering, talking about what he had seen and heard in Jiangnan, Yan Shu just grabbed his beard and listened with a smile, no different from an ordinary loving father.

After talking for a long time, his mouth was dry, Yan chewed two pieces of watermelon a few times, threw the melon skin casually, and had a whim, complaining: "Father, you come to the school to teach, why don't you tell the child, let the child also come to study, you can increase your knowledge, and you can be filial to your father." ”

Yan Shu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly shook his head and smiled, "Your filial father knows, and it's okay to accompany your father if you want to, but the Six Arts Academy, I'm afraid that you won't be able to get in, and even if you do, you won't be able to graduate." ”

"I don't believe it!"

Yan Jidao jumped up suddenly, "Dad, the child has been reading since he was a child, he is familiar with the Thirteen Classics by heart, hundreds of schools, poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, cockfighting...... Phew, the last one doesn't count. Yan crossed his waist, puffed up his chest, and said unconvinced: "You say, which one can't do for children?" ”

Yan Shu looked at his perverse son and shook his head secretly.

He has seven sons, the first six of whom have all become officials, but the only one is talented, who has been reluctant to discipline since he was a child, and he is blindly arrogant, so he has become like this.

I hope that with his prestige and family business, he can ensure that this kid will be safe and prosperous all his life!

Yan Shu didn't expect his son to have any success, but Yan Jidao was not convinced at all, how much better could the people in the Six Arts Academy be than him? What a joke!

"Okay, if you're not convinced, Dad will take you to see it."

Yan Shu changed his robe, took Yan a few ways, and walked out of the Six Arts School not far away, and there was a large construction site in front of him, full of busy figures.

When Yan Jidao came, after this area, he was just an ordinary person, and he didn't expect that there were still people from the Six Arts Academy, driven by curiosity, he also ignored the dust and mud, followed his father, and arrived in the middle of the construction site.

"Be careful, don't bump into it."

Yan Shu kept reminding his son that there were strict rules on the construction site, which were divided into areas of similar size with strips of cloth, branches, and straw sticks, and the open space in the middle was the road, and the square area was the Fang Market.

The people were carrying bricks, stones, and wood, like ants, in an orderly manner.

Yan Jidao had never seen such a scene, he was very curious, a pair of eyes were rolling around, he found that there was a young man, not much older than himself, his body was very thin, but he was carrying a very thick log, walking briskly.

The little face was purple and red, and there was a thin layer of skin on the neck, which was cocked up and was very sunburned.

Yan Jidao noticed the boots under his feet and said curiously: "Dad, he really thinks he's not an ordinary person, right?" ”

Yan Shu smiled rarely, "You still blame him for having eyesight, his name is Han Zongwu, and he is a member of the He** family." ”

"What?"

Yan Dao was almost scared to death, the He** family was famous, and it was even better than theirs. The son of the Han family was tanned and followed a group of ordinary people to do rough work. No matter how rich your imagination is, you can't guess. Could it be that he was demoted from the Han family? Deliberately wearing small shoes?

Yan thought about it a few times, Yan Shu said with a calm face: "Don't think nonsense, I am also surprised to be a father, I really didn't expect that Han Xiaozi actually survived!" ”

……

Since the practice was proposed, dozens of students have signed up in the Six Arts Academy, and Han Zongwu is naturally one of them, he is convinced that the sage book he reads is not to build a house, what is so difficult, the master is ready to capture!

With full enthusiasm, who knew that the first day would hit a wall.

Han Zongwu rushed to take people to get the bricks and stones, and the person in charge was his uncle Han Wei. Han Wei gave him 20,000 bricks. Han Zongwu was stupid at that time, he was responsible for the residence of 20 households, an average of 1,000 yuan per household, and the fool knew that it was not enough!

"Fifth uncle, you, how can you ......" Han Zongwu couldn't continue, but his expression was full of complaints.

Han Wei snorted, "Boy, do you think I bullied you?" Take a good look, each home is 1000 bricks. The bricks are burned, not falling from the sky, and the brick kiln is working day and night, but it can produce so much. ”

Han Zongwu was dumbfounded, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and without bricks, how can she build a house?

Seeing that his nephew was in a hurry, Han Wei felt sorry for him.

"You remember, 1,000 bricks to build a house is not enough, but it is still possible to make a foundation, and when the bricks are burned in the future, it can be replaced with bricks and stones."

After getting his uncle's guidance, Han Zongwu had no choice but to hang his head and take the people to transport the bricks back and start construction.

He was intent on showing his skills in front of everyone, so he hurried to work without stopping.

It took five days for the others to start moving, and his foundation had been laid.

Master Han is so beautiful, don't mention how happy.

It's just that Su Xun, who was in charge of the inspection, took a look at it and told Han Zongwu that he should quickly dismantle it and start all over again. How could Han Zongwu be convinced, so he asked the reason.

Su Laoquan glanced at him, "After the foundation of the house is dug, the sand must be put in, and it will be deposited for three days, and when the sand is solid, the bricks can be laid, otherwise the foundation is unstable, and the house will not stand." ”

Seeing that Han Zongwu was still not convinced, Su Laoquan asked people to bring a few buckets of water over, and fell down the brick wall, and many bubbles appeared in the ground, and it didn't take long for the foundation to sink, and a dazzling crack appeared in the bricks.

Han Zongwu wanted to cry without tears, and it took a lot of effort to come up with a tofu scum project! If this is built, the house will collapse when it rains.

No matter how conceited he is, the facts are in front of him, and Young Master Han can't help but admit it.

I had to dismantle the bricks, re-lay the sand, water them every hour, and wait until three days later to start laying the bricks, by which time the others had already built the walls.

I got up early in the morning and rushed to a late market.

Full of enthusiasm was doused with a basin of cold water.

Han Zongwu was angry and annoyed, he couldn't lose to others no matter what, and the foundation of a circle of bricks was laid, and the adobe wall made of river mud was about to be used on it.

Desperately trying to catch up with others, Young Master Han ordered to build the wall as fast as possible, and finally caught up again, he just wanted to catch his breath, and caught up with a torrential rain.

At the beginning of the rainstorm, there was a brilliant rainbow in the sky, and everyone else cleared up the stagnant water and got ready to work. Han Zongwu arrived at his construction site and was completely dumbfounded.

He was in such a hurry that the adobe was not dried, and the inside was very loose, and after a rainstorm, a third of the wall he had built collapsed, and the ground was covered with muddy water.

With two blows in a row, Han Zongwu was completely dumbfounded, not to mention being the first to finish, as long as he didn't lag behind.

That night, Han Zongwu was under the big willow tree outside the dormitory, with a crescent moon above his head, crying so hard that the sky was dark.

"Alas, no one is born to know, you don't have to care too much, it's a big deal not to count this time, it's okay." Han Wei stood behind his nephew and whispered comfort.

Han Zongwu wiped a handful of tears and said unwillingly: "What about Wang Ning'an?" How did he command the construction of such a big city? Can't even get a few houses in your nephew? Could it be that he, like the sages, was born to know? ”

"You, you're just too tough, you have to compete with Wang Ning'an!" Han Wei sighed and said: "Wang Ningan was not born to know, these days just the number of people's rations, he has revised it three times, initially it was seven taels, then it was changed to five taels, and yesterday it became three taels of basic rations, plus performance rewards. Wang Ningan can study hard, constantly improve and adjust, in a word, he is willing to learn, not everyone can do it. ”

"I'm willing to learn, too!"

Han Zongwu suddenly came to his senses, "Yes, Wang Ningan also learned it, I, I am the same!" "Master Han is crazy, and he keeps babbling, as if he has grasped a life-saving straw.

From the next day, he was a different person.

When I was working, I was getting older, and the experienced people asked for advice, and when I was eating at noon, I ran to other places with a bowl in my hand to observe how people were constructing.

He followed the people and the mud, built the walls, carried the wood, and made the beams of the house...... No matter how dirty and tired he was, he did it himself, and after a month of hard work, he was tanned like that of Africa, his skin fell off several layers, his arms and legs were full of bruises, and his hands were extremely rough.

Han Wei's jaw dropped.

Big nephew, don't be stupid, hurry home, if your father sees it, you have to tear me apart!

Han Zongwu didn't care, and smiled slightly, "My father won't be angry, and neither will my grandfather, the people of the Han family can enjoy brocade clothes and jade food, and they can also eat bitter vegetable roots, and my little nephew knows what I'm doing." ”

After saying that, he turned around and went back to work, looking at his nephew's thin figure, Han Wei was really stunned.

My God, is this still my nephew?

What the hell?

……

Finally, the twenty houses were complete, and the other students were almost finished, sooner or later, and a few quit halfway through.

Anyway, Han Dagongzi persevered to the end.

The day when the people will be brought into the house is getting closer and closer, but there is a commotion in several markets, someone on Su Shi's side was injured, and someone on Zeng Bu's side also had a broken leg.

Everyone got together and asked each other about the simple reason that the building materials were limited, some of the houses were well built, some were built in a hurry, some were in excellent locations, and some were cramped around...... All in all, everyone wants good, and conflict is inevitable.

After talking for a long time, he was at a loss, Su Shi suddenly saw Han Zongwu, remembered the friendship between the two, and said with a hippie smile: "Senior Brother Han, how are you over there?" Is there no one scrambling? ”

"No, I have four overseers." Han Zongwu said lightly.

Zeng Bu immediately became curious, puzzled: "I also arranged for the supervisor, but many people said that the supervisor was unfair, and the supervisor was beaten, Senior Brother Han, what did you do?" ”

Suddenly, Han Zongwu smiled faintly, "It's nothing, I just let the overseer choose the house last!" ”