Cao Yan, whose ancestors were the governors of the Daxing Dynasty, had 10,000 acres of fertile land.

His father, Cao Kun, was once a scholar of the Ministry of Rites, and the third generation of officials Cao Yan was born with a golden key.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long, and when he was ten years old, his father Cao Kun was imprisoned for a corruption case, and finally lost his family wealth and was finally able to leave his life.

But since then, the Cao family has declined.

Cao Yan has been smart and clever since he was a child, and he was admitted to Xiucai at the age of fifteen, but after all, because he was burdened by the poverty of his family and the sins of his parents, he still had no chance to become an official after he was over thirty.

As the saying goes, useless is a scholar.

In the Daxing Dynasty, reading was a game that only rich families could afford, and for the poor people, reading was not as good as learning to farm. is full of poetry and books, but he can't become an official, Cao Yan is actually not as good as a pawn on the street.

Although the peddler pawn is illiterate, he can earn three meals a day for his family with his brute strength. And he can only live on the few copper plates that his women earn for the laundry of rich and noble families.

If it weren't for the occasional help from relatives and friends, he would have starved to death on the streets.

Mr. Luo gasped lightly and stood in front of Cao Youmen, and the dilapidated door of his house couldn't help but make him feel emotional. I think that when the Cao family was in its heyday, the Zhumen courtyard was covered with crowns in front of the door.

Now Cao Yan lives in the mud house where the tenants of the Cao family lived back then, which is low, dark, and has a lot of doors.

"The surname Cao, you don't lift your hand, you can't pick the broken household on your shoulder, you are poor and sour and talented, you know that you are holding a broken book every day! Why don't you die, you can still save a little ration for our mother when you die! ”

"Get out, you get out of ...... for me"

Mr. Luo was sighing to himself outside the door, and a roar of a Hedong lion in the room almost punctured his eardrums. was shaking his head helplessly, but saw Cao Yan fleeing in embarrassment.

As soon as he fled to the door, a gust of wind chased him behind him, and a black shadow hit him on the back, and then "clanged" to the ground, and Mr. Luo looked down to see that it was a woman's laundry stick.

said that Cao Yan was suddenly attacked, stumbled under his feet, threw himself forward, the book in his hand was thrown three feet away, and he pounced on it.

When he got up from the ground, he suddenly saw Mr. Luo, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed, he didn't even have time to pick up the book, and hurriedly made a junior salute.

"Cao Mou meets Mr. Sir, you are ......"

He looked at Mr. Luo, and then at the door of his own house, and was very puzzled. Mr. Luo's face was very bad, he knew that Cao Yan was having a bad time, but he didn't know that Cao Yan was so abused by a rough woman.

He is a scholar, a world-renowned Confucian, with the pride of a literati in his bones, and a deep-rooted traditional concept of convention, Cao Yan is so abused that he can't calm down.

"Sir, don't blame her."

Cao Yan saw that Mr. Luo was unhappy, so he softly excused the.

In fact, he didn't want to revive his husband, but if he left this rough woman, he could only starve to death and freeze to death on the streets.

His feelings for her are actually very complicated, saying that he is afraid of her, but he can't do without her; said that he despised her, and was grateful to her; I can't wait to take her off, seeing the gentleman's face, he instinctively defended her again.

Poor couples mourn everything, just treat it as if they haven't seen anything. Mr. Law let out a long breath.

"Let's go inside."

"Mr. ......"

Cao Yan glanced at the earthen house that was not as good as the pigsty of the rich and noble, and stopped talking.

Mr. Luo didn't speak, glared at him and continued to walk forward, just raised his foot and crossed the threshold, a figure rushed out of the room, "Dead ghost, you come back to the old lady." ”

She shouted out of the door, and suddenly saw Mr. Luo who wanted to enter the door, and was instantly stunned.

Mr. Luo, she knows. Last year, his son Cao Bin was sick, and the Cao family was poor and had no money for treatment.

After his son recovered from illness, he carried the only reed chicken in the family and took his son to Luo Mansion to kowtow to Mr. Luo to thank him.

"First...... Mr...... You...... Come...... Oh. ”

The house was in a dilapidated state, and even her own parents rarely came to the door, she never expected Mr. Luo to come, and she was so nervous that she had nowhere to put her hands and feet for a while.

Mr. Luo let out an "um". Seeing that the woman was originally in her twenties, but she lived in her early forties, his heart suddenly softened, and the dissatisfaction he had just felt at her insulting Sven dissipated in an instant.

"How is Bin'er?"

He suddenly regretted that he had come in a hurry and had forgotten to bring some snacks.

"Okay, okay, Bin'er is fine." Cao Shi rubbed his hands, his face flushed with excitement, and he turned his voice and shouted: "Bin'er, Bin'er, come out quickly, I've seen Mr." ”

Cao Bin came out of the room and timidly saluted Mr. Luo.

"Bin'er meets sir."

The child's voice was timid, very cute, Mr. Luo smiled and bent down to hug Cao Bin, but Cao immediately stopped, "Sir, Bin'er is full of dust, and it will stain Mr." ”

"Don't defend it, don't guard against it." Mr. Luo picked up Bin'er, and the three-year-old child weighed only about fifteen or sixteen pounds. He was a little sad.

"Sir, please be seated." Cao moved a bench. Mr. Luo waved his hand and said, "It's not too early, so I won't sit down." Cao Yan, I'll just do one thing with you. ”

"Sir, please."

Cao Yan was a little apprehensive in his heart, there must be something wrong with Mr. Luo's arrival, but he didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. The family has fallen to the end, but it can't withstand any toss.

"We Qinghe County need to find a ghostwriter, I think you are very suitable, so I intend to recommend you, I don't know if you are willing."

"Yes." Cao Yan didn't think twice.

Mr. Luo was stunned for a moment, "You don't have to think about it?" ”

Cao Yan smiled wryly, "What else is there to consider." I can't lift my hands, I don't carry my shoulders, I can't support my wife, I can't support my son. Ghostwriting for the county, first, it suits me, and second, if the county respects my three meals, it can also save some rations for the family......"

Cao's eyes were red, "Xianggong, I ......"

Cao Yan shook his head, "I don't blame you, raising a family is a man's business, and you have worked hard all these years." ”

Mr. Luo was sad when he heard this, and stopped: "Okay, don't talk about that. The county respects you to ghostwrite, naturally I won't treat you badly, I don't know if you don't care about the three meals, but he told me in person that he will give you twenty-five taels of silver a month......"

Before he finished speaking, Cao suddenly fell to the ground with a "plop", his eyes rolled and his hands and feet twitched, which frightened Cao Bin to cry "wow", and Cao Yan was also confused.

"Pinch her in the middle." Mr. Lowe paused.

Cao Yan woke up like a dream, and quickly pinched the Cao family. In the middle of the night, she woke up slowly, looking at Mr. Luo with stunned eyes.

"Sir, is the county magistrate really willing to give the prime minister twenty-five taels of silver a month?"

Mr. Luo nodded.

Cao suddenly hugged Cao Yan and cried bitterly, as if he was venting some kind of emotion, Cao Yan was embarrassed, not persuasive, not persuasive.

Mr. Luo sighed softly.

"Cao, don't be so excited. This ghostwriter didn't live long, about three months. As for the future, it depends on Cao Yan's creation. ”