Jian Baiyun was brought to this aunt Ling, and she was still confused.

The moment he saw the whip, he didn't think he could escape it.

Because the way of the world is like this.

The government oppresses the people, and the people are afraid of the officials.

Although this overseer is not an official, there is a clear hierarchy between the upper and lower levels, and in this place, this overseer is a person who represents an official and can control them.

This aunt was a woman in her thirties, her hair was tightly wrapped in a clean coarse cloth, and her face still had some traces of weather, and her face was very rough, and there was no beauty at all.

When Jian Baiyun followed the overseer, the woman was holding a file in her equally rough hand and was weaving a bamboo basket.

A very novel kind of bamboo weaving, Jian Baiyun has never seen it.

It is tighter and stronger than what they are used to, and the lines are arranged neatly, which is very beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

Jian Baiyun likes this kind of bamboo weaving very much.

"Aunt Ling'er, I have a child here, named Jian Baiyun, I was too busy a few days ago to record it, I will take you here to register and send him some work to do."

Jian Baiyun knew this world when he went from the destruction of his family to the time when he was kicked out under the fence.

There are many disasters, as my grandfather said.

His fingers and face, like the prosperity and glory of the family, are gone.

Aunt Ling'er, who stood up, looked at him a few times, and said softly: "Have you ever read and are you literate?" ”

Jian Baiyun was stunned for a moment, not knowing why.

The big man in the back was overjoyed, pushed him, and said directly in a loud voice: "Jian Baiyun's name doesn't seem to be illiterate!" ”

Jian Baiyun also reacted, took two steps forward, and said, "I have studied poetry and books for a few years, and I can recognize some of the characters. ”

That's a modest way to put it.

Who doesn't know that Mrs. Jian is a model in the literati world?

How could his grandson have only read poetry for a few years and only recognize a few words?

From childhood to adulthood, Jian Baiyun can be said to have read poetry and books.

It's just that what happened in the past year has made Jian Baiyun abandon literature and martial arts.

Of course, this martial is just a conceptual word.

He just wanted to make himself stronger, so that he could take on more work and feed him and the little eggplant.

"In that case, big girl, then this kid should stay here for me first." Aunt Ling smiled and said to them.

Jian Baiyun was overjoyed in his heart, but he didn't react yet.

The overseer behind him muttered angrily: "I said don't call me a big girl anymore, my name is Zhao Daya." ”

A fierce face turned red, ears burned crimson, and there was embarrassment and awkwardness in his expression.

In Jian Baiyun's eyes, he felt that these two people were extremely kind and cute.

Zhao Daya saw that the kid turned his face and was even more embarrassed to be heard by his nickname, his copper bell-like eyes glared, and his fierce and vicious attitude seemed to be about to eat people.

Jian Baiyun was not afraid at all, and the gratitude surging in his heart was indescribable.

Zhao Daya was embarrassed to see it, his black face turned red again, he shook his whip, and said:

"Gone. I still have something to do, this kid will leave you here, he is very diligent and willing to work, you can train and train well. ”

Aunt Ling looked at the interaction between the two with a smile and did not stop it.

Zhao Daya's awkward and embarrassed look, but it was too cola.