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    Another two days passed.

    The house slave bowed and trotted, came to Huang Zundao, and whispered: "Master, the news has come."

    Huang Zundao was lying on a bamboo rocking chair, a maid behind him rocked the chair lightly, and a maid beside him beat his legs.  This guy didn't even open his eyes, he just said in a deep voice, "Let's talk."

    The house slave bent down and got closer: "There were four people in that group, and they came by boat a few days ago. They stayed in the inn as soon as they got off the boat, and brought a few boxes. Those boxes were heavy, and they were carried back and forth several times."

    "What are they doing these two days?" Huang Zundao asked.

    The house slave replied: "Walking around, talking to people, probably choosing a place for the warehouse."

    "Then there's no problem." Huang Zundao sat up suddenly.

    The house slave asked: "Master, these people are not liars, are they?"

    "What can I lie to?" Huang Zundao said confidently, "The barren beach by the river is useless. Even if you give it to them, you can still scrape away the land on the river beach? From the beginning to the end, I don't pay half of the money. As long as you start building goods  Let him bring the money. Halfway through the construction, he can still raise the price on the ground. How many outsiders dare to turn against me? If his business is successful, Huangjia Town will become a big town in the future. His business will not be successful  , and the warehouse can¡¯t be taken away, didn¡¯t I pick up a warehouse for nothing?¡±

    The house slave was convinced and flattered: "Master is really clever, we earn money from left to right!"

    Huang Zundao sneered and said: "A boy with a yellow mouth dares to show off in front of the old man because of his family power. The old man eats more salt than he eats rice. Don't worry, let him choose the river beach slowly, and you send someone there  Help with the election. As long as you take out the money to level the beach, they will be trapped, and I will have to decide what will happen in the future."

    "Master is really a good means." The house slave admired sincerely.

    Huang Zundao warned: "Before they give out the money, you have someone take good care of you. Whether it's coaxing or lying, don't let them leave Huangjia Town."

    "I'll do it now." The house slave bowed and stepped back.

    "Wait a minute. That scholar in Jishui looks handsome and is well-dressed. He seems to be a coquette." Huang Zundao patted the little hand of the leg-beating maid and said, "Xiao Cui, go to the inn for a few days and coax the scholar  I'm happy, the sooner he pays the money, the better."

    The leg-thumping maid knelt down in panic: "My lord, spare me, my lord, spare my life!"

    Huang Zundao said angrily: "What are you afraid of? Get up quickly. This is an errand for you, and you will be rewarded if you do it well. First, you have to make that scholar happy and don't let him leave Huangjia Town; second, look for opportunities  Coax him to pay for it, saying that workers are hard to find, and the sooner the beach is leveled, the better; third, pay more attention to them, listen to them more, and tell the innkeeper quietly if you get any news.¡±

    Maid Xiao Cui still looked pale, she was going to warm the bed for outsiders.

    It's all nonsense to make meritorious deeds.

    Master Huang doesn't like people who are not clean, and when she comes back from work, don't even think about being a maid in the inner courtyard.

    "What are you still doing in a daze? Go!" Huang Zundao roared angrily.

    Xiao Cui was so frightened that she trembled all over, hurriedly took orders to leave, and was escorted by her slaves to the inn.

    After waiting until noon, Zhao Han finally came back from inspecting the river beach.

    The house slave immediately stepped forward: "Mr. Zhao is delicate, and there is no one to serve him when he is away from home. My master specially sent a person who serves tea and water."

    Zhao Han lifted the maid's chin with a folding fan, and said in a frivolous tone, "That's right, Xiaojiabiyu, I feel sorry for you. You can't find better ones in such remote villages and towns. My son reluctantly accepted this maid.  "

    "It's good that Mr. Zhao likes it," the servant said, nodding and bowing. "It is a blessing that Mr. Zhao has cultivated for a rural maidservant for several lifetimes."

    As she spoke, her expression changed, and she scolded: "Xiao Cui, don't kneel down to thank you!"

    Xiao Cui wanted to cry, but she knelt down and kowtowed, "Thank you for your great kindness."

    Zhao Han turned his nostrils to the sky, and said disdainfully: "Get up. If you are on the side of Jishui, I really don't like you."

    Xiaocui stood up slowly, lowered her head and did not speak, she did not dare to let others see her tears.

    Zhao Han said again: "How much is this maid worth? Quickly ask your master to send her her deed."

    The house slave was stunned for a moment, and explained: "Mr. Zhao, this is my master, specially sent to bring tea and water to Mr. Zhao"

    "You won't sell it? You won't give it away? You're so stingy, you really are a local rich man!" Zhao, showing a scar on his wrist, which seemed to have been pulled out by a bamboo stick.

    "Master Huang is still beating you?" Zhao Han asked.

    Xiaocui replied: "If a servant does something wrong, he should be beaten. Don't blame the master."

    Zhao Han looked serious, and said solemnly: "Your servant is also a human being, how can you beat him casually? Master Huang is too hateful!"

    Xiao Cui quickly said: "It's the servant who is not good. She broke the master's cup and deserved to be beaten up."

    "You can't think like this," Zhao Han began to popularize the theory of personality. "In the Song Dynasty, there was a great scholar named Zhu Xi. Scholars called him Zhu Zi. Tongsheng, Xiucai, Juren, Jinshi, but all scholars read Zhu Zi's annotations.  Do you know what Zhu Zi said? He said that all people are born equal. Those who are emperors, generals, masters, and servants are all born the same, and no one is inferior to another.¡±

    Xiao Cui asked blankly, "Master Zhu Zi really said that?"

    "That's what Zhu Zi said," Zhao Han said sadly, "But those who have read the book, all falsify Zhu Zi's words. As a master, he clearly knows it's wrong, and he still bullies his servants. Don't you think it's very bad?"

    Xiaocui subconsciously nodded, then shook her head again: "It's always wrong for the master to lay down people."

    Zhao Han couldn't help but touch his forehead, what a broken place, where the slaves are so severely brainwashed, it's much more normal on the lead mountain side.

    Zhao Han could only say: "I will explain this truth to you slowly. Let's go to the next room and I will teach you how to read and write."

    Xiao Cui was pleasantly surprised, but said: "This servant is very stupid, I'm afraid I won't be able to learn it."

    "Don't be afraid, there is someone more stupid than you next door," Zhao Han said with a smile, "Also, don't call yourself a slave from now on, just say 'I'."

    Pushing open the door of the next room, Zhao Han shouted, "Tie Niu, it's time to study."

    Zhang Tieniu was sleeping on the cash box, when he heard this in a daze, he jumped up in fright: "II need to pee urgently, I need to take a shit!"

    "Go back and sit down!" Zhao Han scolded.

    Zhang Tieniu looked aggrieved, and glanced at Xiaocui: "Is this girl also in the gang?"

    Zhao Han smiled and said, "Sooner or later."

    Zhang Tieniu couldn't help but want to roll his eyes, and thought: A master, an actor, and a coolie.  It's good now, even the maidservant has come to rebel, and if she speaks out, she is afraid that people will die of laughter.

    The rebel team is about to grow to five people.
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