At one or two o'clock in the morning, there was a quiet and peaceful place between heaven and earth, and it seemed that all of them had entered a sweet dream. A heavy sigh came from the northwest in the distance, this sigh was so helpless and desolate, as if the sighing person had gone through all kinds of vicissitudes in the world, but when he listened carefully, the voice seemed a little immature.

Follow the direction of the sigh and find that the sound comes from a deep family compound. Overlooking this compound, it can be described as majestic, majestic and majestic, and the carved railings and jade are not inferior to the palace. Take a closer look, the main gate hangs a plaque high, and the four big characters of the air and the magnificence - Zhaojia Castle.

The periphery is a closed city wall, more than 10 meters high, and the upper floor is a female wall-style battlement, and there are high-rise buildings, and the pavilion is dotted in the meantime. The gate sits west and faces east, and there is a tall top floor in the compound, and a doorway in the middle of the city gate. There is a stone-paved Yongdao inside the gate, there is a parapet fence on both sides of the Yongdao against the wall, and at the end of the Yongdao is the ancestral ancestral hall, which is far away from the gate.

At this time, another sigh came out, looking in the direction of the sound, only to see a slight light from the wing room not far away, presumably this sigh should be from the people in this wing.

"My father's illness is getting worse and worse, and if my father dies, I guess I won't be alive soon. A lone lamp on the table gave a rough picture of the face of the man who spoke, and the handsome white face was set with a straight and beautiful nose, and it was surprising that the sighing man was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

Such a heavy and helpless sigh was actually issued by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, which was really unexpected. There must have been something that happened to him that ordinary people had never experienced, and even these things that ordinary people could not imagine.

"It's been more than a year and the internal strength is still stuck on the third layer, if you don't raise the internal strength to the fifth layer before my father dies, it will really be a dead end. What should I do!" another heavy sigh. After this sigh there was no movement in the room, and the boy sat motionless and stared at the dim light of the fire in front of him.

There was a "flutter" firelight, and it flashed quickly and then went out in a few clicks. "The sesame oil is burned, and it seems that tomorrow I will have to ask the steward for some sesame oil. The boy said this, and went to bed.

This young man's name is Zhao Shi, his mother died when he was very young, and his father is the big boss of the Zhao family's compound.

Zhao Shi has an older half-brother. Although they are both biological children, their status in the family is one in heaven and the other in the ground, and the status gap between the two has widened, especially since his father's body was getting weaker and weaker.

The elder brother in the Zhao family can be said to be above 10,000 people under one person, and he is favored by all kinds of people, but he is more and more discriminated against, and in the end, even the third-class domestic servants and slaves don't take his dignified second son in his eyes. He also has a sister of the same age, who used to have a good relationship, but I don't know when it started to be estranged. In this regard, Zhao Shi naturally knew the reason, so he didn't pay too much attention to it.

As soon as the morning dawned, Zhao Shi got up, put on his clothes, and then simply freshened up, looking at his yellowed coat, the sleeves had been broken several times, looking at his boots, the surface looked intact, in fact, the soles of the two boots were cracked.

This dress was obtained on his birthday when he was fourteen years old, and now more than a year has passed, and there are still no new clothes to change. The Zhao family is a famous family in this area, and the third-class house slaves can receive a lot of broken silver and a set of new clothes every New Year, and I don't know how many down-and-out people want to enter the Zhao family as house slaves. But as the second son of the dignified Zhao family, he has no new clothes to wear for a year, and there must be a big secret in this.

Zhao Shi laughed at himself and strode out, walking straight to the steward's room. None of the house slaves he met along the way showed awe-inspiring expressions when they saw him, and some even had contempt in their eyes. It is estimated that this kind of situation can only be seen in the Zhao family in the whole world, and the second son of the dignified Zhao family even looks down on the house slaves.

Zhao Shi seemed to be accustomed to the eyes of these minions, and walked towards the steward's room by himself. When I arrived at the gate of the steward's room, the ninth-class house slave was scolding the sixth-class domestic servants, and kept sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the door for a moment.

The official level crushes people to death, this sentence is not only reflected in the officialdom, but also vividly highlighted among these minions.

Zhao Shi didn't plan to deal with these people and was about to walk in directly, and at this time, these minions also noticed Zhao Shi's actions. Although they disdain him and have no reverence at all, they don't have the courage to speak out.

"Ouch! What kind of dog slave with no eyes dares to hit me. Zhao Shi was just about to go in when he bumped into a fourth-class domestic servant, he just got up and walked out with half-squinting eyes and stretching his waist.

"Yo! It turned out to be the second son of the Zhao family, what kind of wind blew you here. The fourth-class servant stopped Zhao Shi and said jokingly.

Zhao Shi frowned, and his heart was warm and angry. "Get out of the way!" Zhao Shi said two words coldly, and stepped in with his right foot.

"I don't want you to go in today. As he spoke, the fourth-class servant stretched out his left hand and grabbed Zhao Shi's left arm. Zhao Shi snorted coldly, twisted his waist, and hit his right arm, and the fourth-class domestic servant rolled on the ground a meter away like a donkey.

"You 、、、 don't think that I dare not touch you because I am the second son of the Zhao family. The fourth-class servant stood up angrily, patted the dust on his body and said.

"Move me, are you worthy?" Zhao Shi didn't even look at him, and left these words and walked inside.

"You 、、、" The fourth-class domestic servant weighed it and still didn't catch up, he knew in his heart that his three-legged cat kung fu could only play prestige in front of low-level domestic servants and slaves, how could he really be on the stage. But to be so presumptuous in front of the master, although this master exists in name only, it also makes him feel very honored, and when he thinks of this, he unconsciously straightens his waist. "What are you doing here, do you want to sweep the floor for me quickly. ”

The Zhao family is a family of martial arts practitioners, and everything is decided by force, even the promotion of minions. The Zhao family minions are divided into nine classes. The seventh, eighth, and ninth classes are called domestic slaves, and the sixth class and others are called domestic servants. Domestic slaves don't know martial arts, but domestic servants are different, each has some ability, and the higher the martial arts, the higher the status among all minions.

The Zhao family, a slave who was promoted to a domestic servant, would give them some external exercises, and there were relatively fewer chores, and with more time to practice, the benefits they got were also a lot more. Therefore, the minions of the Zhao family racked their brains in order to be promoted. Take this fourth-class domestic servant as an example, he is a bit of kung fu, plus he is clever and good at pleasing people, and he is only promoted to a fourth-class domestic servant by buying people's hearts, and if he is judged by his strength, he is at most a fifth-class domestic servant.