The boss is dressed as cannon fodder

Jiang He and his book boy were hiding in the study room. This was the only place where Qian didn't go in and out at will.

Like most women of this era, Qian always liked to dress herself up. She was in awe of scholars and never dared to enter her son's study for fear that she would accidentally damage the precious books.

Jiang He sat on a chair, covering his upper body and letting the bookboy apply medicine to him.

"Master is too cruel." Zheng Gang was a little unhappy, "The young master is different from a rough guy like me. If the madam sees it, she will be heartbroken to death."

Jiang He silently glanced at the "rough-skinned" Zheng Gang. Apart from his very strong name, his whole body had nothing to do with "gang". He gave the impression of a fair, soft, delicate and cute child.

He asked curiously: "Zhenggang, why are you so strong?"

Zheng Gang recalled: "I remember when I was a child, my family was a tofu maker. We had no money to buy donkeys, so my father and I made the stone grinders together." His life experience was not good, and his biological mother died early. Now, the stepmother comes in, and then the biological father becomes the stepfather.

When his father fell ill, his family sold him to a small shop for medical expenses, and he became homeless.

"Fortunately, I am strong, otherwise I wouldn't have met the young master." Zheng Gang smiled happily.

Zhenggang was bought by the original owner three years ago. At that time, he was only seven years old and was attracted by a fat old man who had a penchant for children. It was the first time that he knew what the tavern was about. Zhenggang punched the old pervert until his nose started to bleed, and then he was beaten half to death. The original owner who was passing by was filled with compassion and bought him.

"Master, don't be sad, it doesn't matter if you can't become a master." Zhenggang said softly, "I will work hard, and I will protect the master from now on."

Jiang He patted his head and said with a smile: "Who wants your protection? You are still a child."

"The young master is not much older than me." Zhenggang retorted, "Besides, I will grow up soon. When I grow up, I will definitely be similar to the two masters. I am tall and strong. Standing behind the young master, everyone will look like me." Don’t dare to underestimate the young master.”

Jiang He silently glanced at his small body and said, "Let's go to bed later." There was everything in his dream.

Zhenggang glanced at the sky outside the window and said, "You really need to rest. Master, I'll bring you midnight snacks."

His voice became excited. Madam was afraid that the young master would not have enough to eat. She had three meals a day plus midnight snacks, with snacks in between. For a child who had not had enough to eat since childhood, the Jiang family was simply a paradise.

The two of them worked together to finish a large pot of shredded chicken noodles, during which Jiang He ate a large bowl, and Zheng Gang took the rest from the pot. It was obvious at a glance where his strength came from.

The next day, when he once again hid in the study and rubbed the wound medicine with a grin on his face, Jiang He felt that this was not the way to go. Just hiding in the study, this is the only place where Qian doesn't go in and out at will.

Like most women of this era, Qian always liked to dress herself up. She was in awe of scholars and never dared to enter her son's study for fear that she would accidentally damage the precious books.

Jiang He sat on a chair, covering his upper body and letting the book boy apply medicine to him.

"Master is too cruel." Zheng Gang was a little unhappy, "The young master is different from a rough guy like me. If the madam sees it, she will be heartbroken to death."

Jiang He silently glanced at the "rough-skinned" Zheng Gang. Apart from his very strong name, his whole body had nothing to do with "gang". He gave the impression of a fair, soft, delicate and cute child.

He asked curiously: "Zhenggang, why are you so strong?"

Zheng Gang recalled: "I remember when I was a child, my family was a tofu maker. We had no money to buy donkeys, so my father and I made the stone grinders together." His life experience was not good, and his biological mother died early. Now, the stepmother comes in, and then the biological father becomes the stepfather.

When his father fell ill, his family sold him to a small shop for medical expenses, and he became homeless.

"Fortunately, I am strong, otherwise I wouldn't have met the young master." Zheng Gang smiled happily.

Zhenggang was bought by the original owner three years ago. At that time, he was only seven years old and was attracted by a fat old man who had a penchant for children. It was the first time that he knew what the tavern was about. Zhenggang punched the old pervert until his nose started to bleed, and then he was beaten half to death. The original owner who was passing by was so compassionate that he bought him.

"Master, don't be sad, it doesn't matter if you can't become a master." Zhenggang said softly, "I will work hard, and I will protect the master from now on."

Jiang He patted his head and said with a smile: "Who wants your protection? You are still a child."

"The young master is not much older than me." Zhenggang retorted, "Besides, I will grow up soon. When I grow up, I will definitely be similar to the two masters. I am tall and strong. Standing behind the young master, everyone will look like me." Don’t dare to underestimate the young master.”

Jiang He silently glanced at his small body and said, "Let's go to bed later." There was everything in his dream.

Zhenggang glanced at the sky outside the window and said, "You really need to rest. Master, I'll bring you a midnight snack."

His voice became excited. Madam was afraid that the young master would not have enough to eat. She had three meals a day plus midnight snacks, with snacks in between. For a child who had not had enough to eat since childhood, the Jiang family was simply a paradise.

The two worked together to finish a large pot of shredded chicken noodles, during which Jiang He ate a large bowl, and Zhenggang took the rest from the pot. It was obvious at a glance where his strength came from.

The next day, when Jiang He hid in the study again and grinned while applying wound medicine, Jiang He felt that this was not the way to go.

The upright and serious Father Jiang couldn't bear to hear the conversation between mother and son that could make them spit out the last night's meal, so he threw up his sleeves and left.

Qian ignored her rigid husband and hummed: "Yulang, don't pay attention to your father! Your father is really sad. You didn't inherit his appearance at all... Fortunately, you didn't inherit it, otherwise you would have a much better son now." Ugly."

Father Jiang staggered before he could walk far, and his hand touching his beard accidentally pulled out a beard.

Huhuhu...say! His face was only covered by his beard, but he was actually quite handsome!

After the mother and son performed their fancy rainbow farts, they happily went about their own business.

Jiang He went back to his room to study. The mental power he had gained through the interstellar breakthrough was just as effective in another body. He decided to recite the books that he could already recite backwards and forwards in the room.

Qian went to the county town to collect rent and helped her son find a bath recipe, but also concealed his intention from the outside world.

Those caravans from all over the world don't take it seriously. Rich people have all kinds of weird hobbies. They can eat anything they want like feces.

Qian was busy in her cloth shop when she suddenly heard a soft and thin voice: "Auntie?"

Qian turned around and looked over, and saw a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, and said happily: "Hey, isn't this Yuanniang?" She had a smile on her face, "Come out to buy clothes?"

Jiang Yuanniang's appearance can only be described as delicate, but her skin is white and tender.

She looked behind Qian with a disappointed look on her face, "Brother Yulang isn't here?"

"Is your brother studying at home?" Mrs. Qian enthusiastically pushed her into the gate of Buzhuang. Seeing the maid next to her holding two skirts, she scolded, "Why are you just buying two skirts? Auntie will pick something nice for you. You’re welcome in your own shop.”

"No, no... no need." Jiang Yuanniang was about to burst into tears. She was so rude, "Auntie, if I take something from your shop, my mother will beat me to death."

However, Qian didn't hear it at all and enthusiastically matched her clothes.

Qian put a skirt embroidered with flowers and trimmed with gold threads into Yuan Niang's hand, "How about this one? It's so beautiful. Yuan Niang will definitely look like a little flower fairy wearing this..."

No, I feel like a flower seller!

If she dared to wear it out, her little sisters would definitely make fun of her for being a nouveau riche.

Jiang Yuanniang decisively chose two relatively simple and elegant skirts. The twelve-year-old girl used her strength to finally drag her enthusiastic and generous aunt out of the shop.

"Auntie, come to my house for lunch. My mother misses you."

After hearing this, Ms. Qian turned around and wanted to go back to the cloth shop, "Then I have to help your mother pick out some nice dresses. How can I come in empty-handed?"

Jiang Yuanniang was shocked and quickly grabbed her, "How can I come to the door empty-handed? The clothes my aunt gave me are not gifts." If she let her aunt choose, her mother would have to choose. Father Jiang, who was upright and serious, couldn't bear to hear the conversation between mother and son that could make them spit out the last night's meal, so he threw up his sleeves and left.

Qian ignored her rigid husband and hummed: "Yulang, don't pay attention to your father! Your father is so sad that you didn't inherit his appearance at all... Fortunately, you didn't inherit it, otherwise you would have a much richer son now." Ugly."

Father Jiang staggered before he could walk far, and his hand touching his beard accidentally pulled out a beard.

Huhuhu...say! His face was only covered by his beard, but he was actually quite handsome!

After the mother and son performed their fancy rainbow farts, they happily went about their own business.

Jiang He went back to his room to study. The mental power he had gained through the interstellar breakthrough was just as effective in another body. He decided to recite the books that he could already recite backwards and forwards in the room.

Qian went to the county town to collect rent and helped her son find a bath recipe, but also concealed his intention from the outside world.

Those caravans from all over the world don't take it seriously. Rich people have all kinds of weird hobbies. They can eat anything they want like feces.

Qian was busy in her cloth shop when she suddenly heard a soft and thin voice: "Auntie?"

Qian turned around and looked over, and saw a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, and said happily: "Hey, isn't this Yuanniang?" She had a smile on her face, "Come out to buy clothes?"

Jiang Yuanniang's appearance can only be described as delicate, but her skin is white and tender.

She looked behind Qian with a disappointed look on her face, "Brother Yulang isn't here?"

"Is your brother studying at home?" Mrs. Qian enthusiastically pushed her into the gate of Buzhuang. Seeing the maid next to her holding two skirts, she scolded, "Why are you just buying two skirts? Auntie will pick something nice for you. You’re welcome in your own shop.”

"No, no... no need." Jiang Yuanniang was about to burst into tears. She was so rude, "Auntie, if I take something from your shop, my mother will beat me to death."

However, Qian didn't hear it at all and enthusiastically matched her clothes.

Qian put a skirt embroidered with flowers and trimmed with gold threads into Yuan Niang's hand, "How about this one? It's so beautiful. Yuan Niang will definitely look like a little flower fairy wearing this..."

No, I feel like a flower seller!

If she dared to wear it out, her little sisters would definitely make fun of her for being a nouveau riche.

Jiang Yuanniang decisively chose two relatively simple and elegant skirts. The twelve-year-old girl used her strength to finally drag her enthusiastic and generous aunt out of the shop.

"Auntie, come to my house for lunch. My mother misses you."

After hearing this, Mrs. Qian turned around and wanted to go back to the cloth shop, "Then I have to help your mother pick out some nice dresses. How can I come in empty-handed?"

Jiang Yuanniang was shocked and quickly grabbed her, "How can I come to the door empty-handed? The clothes my aunt gave me are not gifts." If she let her aunt choose, her mother would

The caravan traveled all over the world, and books were on the must-buy list. The Jiang family's study room was comparable to that of a third-rate family. It was good enough that Jiang He had read all the books, and he had memorized them all?

"His father and I didn't believe it at first, but in the end, no matter which book we read, he could recite it by heart." Qian said with a beaming face, "It seems that Yulang not only inherited my beauty, but also my intelligence."

Wang looked silently at Qian's face, which was covered by sparkling gold jewelry and turned into a vulgar face. She never understood that it was just a bad bamboo that produced good shoots. This was not the case. Could it be a fairy bamboo shoot?

Jiang Manlang is still young and doesn't understand beauty and ugliness. He only admires his cousin's ability, "He is worthy of Brother Yulang, who won three yuan in a row!"

Qian tried his best to be modest, "It's just Xiao Sanyuan."

"Little Sanyuan is already great. How many people have there ever been?" Wang, who was born in a third-rate family, understands the difficulties faced by scholars better than Qian, who was born in a merchant family. She couldn't help but say happily, "I can't blame the scholars in the county for talking about jade." Lang, everyone praises him.”

Mr. Qian laughed so hard that the corners of his mouth almost split into his ears. Last year, his son won three yuan in a row just after he turned fifteen. This may not be uncommon in Fucheng, but in a small place like Yunchuan, it is almost astonishing to the world.

Many people thought that her son was a Wenqu star descended to earth, which made the Jiang family's business go smoothly and they made a lot of money this year.

At this time, I heard Mrs. Wang suddenly ask: "Yu Lang is almost sixteen, have you considered his marriage?"

"You're still young." Mrs. Qian disagreed. "After Yulang was admitted as a scholar, the matchmaker almost stepped through the threshold of our family, but I was always not satisfied... Sister-in-law, why do you ask me for this?"

Wang hesitated a little, "There is a good candidate, I think he is worthy of Yulang..."

Jiang Yuanniang, who had brought snacks, stopped and stood outside the door to eavesdrop.

"Where are you from?"

"The daughter of our Jinzhou magistrate is only fifteen years old, so she is of the same age."

Qian was finally surprised, "The prefect's daughter likes a scholar? Although I like to boast, I also know that the Jiang family is just a small family..."

Mrs. Wang thought in her heart, you know you love to boast.

Wang said: "Didn't Yulang go to offer incense earlier? The daughter of the magistrate happened to come to our Yunchuan County to visit her grandmother. Unexpectedly, she met him in the temple."

Yulang looked like the banished immortal. In order not to offend the Buddha that day, he dressed plainly. She usually wears red and green clothes and only 70% to 80% of her beauty is left. That day, she was completely released. Her 12% beauty made the young girl's heart beat so fast that her heart beat like thunder. It was said that when she returned home, she wanted to marry Yulang. .

Qian thought carefully for a while and asked, "What does the prefect's daughter look like?"

"It is said that he is knowledgeable and courteous, gentle and virtuous"

So Qian's caravan traveled all over the world, and books were on the must-buy list. The Jiang family's study room was comparable to that of a third-rate family. , Jiang He has finished reading the book, it’s good, but he also memorizes it all?

"His father and I didn't believe it at first, but in the end, no matter which book we read, he could recite it by heart." Qian said with a beaming face, "It seems that Yulang not only inherited my beauty, but also inherited my intelligence."

Wang looked silently at Qian's face, which was covered by sparkling gold jewelry and turned into a vulgar face. She never understood that it was just a bad bamboo that produced good shoots. This was not the case. Could it be a fairy bamboo shoot?

Jiang Manlang is still young and doesn't understand beauty and ugliness. He only admires his cousin's ability, "He is worthy of Brother Yulang, who won three yuan in a row!"

Qian tried his best to be modest, "It's just Xiao Sanyuan."

"Little Sanyuan is already great. How many people have there ever been?" Wang, who was born in a third-rate family, understands the difficulties faced by scholars better than Qian, who was born in a merchant family. She couldn't help but say happily, "I can't blame the scholars in the county for talking about jade." Lang, everyone praises him.”

Mr. Qian laughed so hard that the corners of his mouth almost split to the base of his ears. Last year, his son won three yuan in a row just after he turned fifteen. This may not be uncommon in Fucheng, but in a small place like Yunchuan, it is almost as popular as the world.

Many people thought that her son was a Wenqu star descended to earth, which made the Jiang family's business go smoothly and they made a lot of money this year.

At this time, I heard Mrs. Wang suddenly ask: "Yu Lang is almost sixteen, have you considered his marriage?"

"You're still young." Mrs. Qian disagreed, "After Yulang was admitted as a scholar, the matchmaker almost stepped through the threshold of our family, but I was always not satisfied... Sister-in-law, why do you ask me for this?"

Wang hesitated a little, "There is a good candidate, I think he is worthy of Yulang..."

Jiang Yuanniang, who had brought snacks, stopped and stood outside the door to eavesdrop.

"Where are you from?"

"The daughter of our Jinzhou magistrate is only fifteen years old, so she is of the same age."

Qian was finally surprised, "The prefect's daughter likes a scholar? Although I like to boast, I also know that the Jiang family is just a small family..."

Mrs. Wang thought in her heart, you know you love to boast.

Wang said: "Didn't Yulang go to offer incense earlier? The daughter of the magistrate happened to come to our Yunchuan County to visit her grandmother. Unexpectedly, she met him in the temple."

Yulang looked like the banished immortal. In order not to offend the Buddha that day, he dressed plainly. She usually wears red and green clothes and only 70% to 80% of her beauty is left. That day, she was completely released. Her 12% beauty made the young girl's heart almost beat like thunder. It is said that when she returned home, she wanted to marry Yulang. .

Qian thought carefully for a while and asked, "What does the magistrate's daughter look like?"

"It is said that he is knowledgeable and courteous, gentle and virtuous"

So Qian

Yu Ren couldn't bear it anymore, "Second Master, why do you always stare at me? Zhenggang's appearance is not bad either."

Zhao Ero smiled stupidly, "Zhenggang is still a child. If a child is good-looking, he may become disabled one day."

The beautiful big eyes of Zhenggang next to him flickered, "Second Master, do you mean that I will become ugly when I grow up?"

"I just said it was possible." Zhao Ero hurriedly comforted him so as not to hurt the child's fragile heart. "Actually, it's not necessarily possible. As the saying goes, a man changes his age..."

Unexpectedly, Zheng Gang was so happy that he was about to fly, "It's great to be ugly! I hope to become like the second master in the future..."

Zhao Er'o suddenly felt heartbroken. He wasn't actually ugly, he was just ordinary. He really didn't need to remind himself all the time.

Zhao Ero, who was heartbroken, decided that the master would take the blame for the book boy. He threw a wooden sword to Jiang He, "Let's practice on the spot."

Qian finally discovered the injuries on her son's body, and she burst into tears.

She hugged her son and cried loudly, "My son, my mother's heart is almost broken. Damn it, Zheng Gang has been hiding it from me! I want to deprive him of snacks and midnight snacks!"

Zheng Gang felt wronged and looked at his young master pitifully.

Jiang He motioned for him to go down and avoid his mother's anger first.

Qian carefully applied medicine to her son's wound. Yulang's skin was white, which made the bruise appear particularly serious.

"Didn't you say you were just exercising? Why are there injuries everywhere?"

Jiang He said shamelessly: "There is no way! Mom, it's just that your son is a martial arts wizard who is rare to see in a thousand years... The Zhao brothers are really happy to see him, and they keep pestering me to teach me advanced kung fu."

The answer is of course the opposite, it was him pestering the Zhao brothers.

A proud smile appeared on Mrs. Qian's face, "That's why our Yulang family is so good in both civil and military affairs! But Yulang, our goal is still to focus on next year's spring, but we are not allowed to become a martial artist."

"Don't worry! I will soon be able to push the second master to the ground and beat him wildly. Then I won't put so much thought on martial arts and will definitely concentrate on my studies." Jiang He promised. Now he could only endure the disgust of that bastard. Staring at his own face, it was ridiculous to become a martial arts master in one day.

Qian didn't blame her son for wanting to kill the master. If she had the ability, she would kill those two bastards now. When had her Yulang suffered such a serious crime?

"Then Mom can rest assured! My son, this martial arts champion will not be paraded through the streets. No matter how talented you are in martial arts, Mom will not allow you to take the martial arts examination." Parading on the street is so glorious, especially with her son's appearance. The most beautiful number one pick in history.

The corner of Jiang He's mouth twitched, "Mom, where does your crazy confidence in your son come from?" The number one scholar in civil and military affairs is said as if he has something in his pocket.

Yu couldn't bear it anymore, "Second Master, why are you always staring at me? Zhenggang's appearance is not bad either."

Zhao Ero smiled stupidly, "Zhenggang is still a child. If a child is good-looking, he may become disabled one day."

The beautiful big eyes of Zhenggang next to him flickered, "Second Master, do you mean that I will become ugly when I grow up?"

"I just said it was possible." Zhao Ero hurriedly comforted him so as not to hurt the child's fragile heart. "Actually, it's not necessarily possible. As the saying goes, a man changes his age..."

Unexpectedly, Zheng Gang was so happy that he was about to fly, "It's great to be ugly! I hope to become like the second master in the future..."

Zhao Er'o suddenly felt heartbroken. He wasn't actually ugly, he was just ordinary. He really didn't need to remind himself all the time.

Zhao Ero, who was heartbroken, decided that the master would take the blame for the book boy. He threw a wooden sword to Jiang He, "Let's practice on the spot."

Qian finally discovered the injuries on her son's body, and she burst into tears.

She hugged her son and cried loudly, "My son, my mother's heart is almost broken. Damn it, Zheng Gang has been hiding it from me! I want to deprive him of snacks and midnight snacks!"

Zheng Gang felt wronged and looked at his young master pitifully.

Jiang He motioned for him to go down and avoid his mother's anger first.

Qian carefully applied medicine to her son's wound. Yulang's skin was white, which made the bruise appear particularly serious.

"Didn't you say you were just exercising? Why are there injuries everywhere?"

Jiang He said shamelessly: "There is no way! Mom, it's just that your son is a martial arts wizard who is rare to see in a thousand years... The Zhao brothers are really happy to see him, and they keep pestering me to teach me advanced kung fu."

The answer is of course the opposite, it was him pestering the Zhao brothers.

A proud smile appeared on Mrs. Qian's face, "That's why our Yulang family is so good in both civil and military affairs! But Yulang, our goal is still to focus on next year's spring, but we are not allowed to become a martial artist."

"Don't worry! I will soon be able to push the second master to the ground and beat him wildly. Then I won't put so much thought on martial arts and will definitely concentrate on my studies." Jiang He promised. Now he could only endure the disgust of that bastard. Staring at his own face, it was ridiculous to become a martial arts master in one day.

Qian didn't blame her son for wanting to kill the master. If she had the ability, she would kill those two bastards now. When had her Yulang suffered such a serious crime?

"Then Mom can rest assured! My son, this martial arts champion will not be paraded through the streets. No matter how talented you are in martial arts, Mom will not allow you to take the martial arts examination." Parading on the street is so glorious, especially with her son's appearance. The most beautiful number one pick in history.

Jiang He's mouth twitched. "Mom, where does your mysterious confidence in your son come from?" He said that the top scholar in both civil and military affairs was as if it was a sure thing.