The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1476 The role of reading (12)

"I'm starving to death! Share my money quickly!" Zhang Jing'an's legs were trembling, and his stomach seemed to be boiling with acid. He was sweating all over his body. From noon to now, he had no time to eat.

Fang Yun opened his hand and revealed twelve copper coins.

"Lao Guo is very grateful to you and me. Even if we didn't work in the morning, we didn't deduct our money. For the first three days, you and I got ten cents a day, and I was responsible for shoveling the ice, so I got two cents more." Fang Yun said, turning the twelve cents The copper coin was divided into two parts, one part was seven cents and the other was five cents.

"In addition, I advanced the money for the tooth shop, and you pay me back two copper coins every day." Fang Yun transferred the two copper coins to his own seven copper coins.

"You still have three copper coins left, which is exactly what you paid for the pancakes this morning. I took them all." Fang Yun said and took away all the copper coins.

Zhang Jing'an was stunned and said angrily: "Zhang Papi! Pay me back the money!" As he said this, he tried to snatch the money from Fang Yun.

Fang Yun stepped back slightly, avoiding Zhang Jing'an, and said, "Go home."

Zhang Jing'an suddenly frowned, clutched his stomach, and said painfully: "I haven't eaten all day, can you let me eat? Although it was hard when I was the director of the pavilion, I had enough to eat and clothes to wear. How can I do this in this day? Get on with it!”

Fang Yun said earnestly: "Jing'an, you have to believe in yourself. Even if you dig out excrement, you can become the dung king of Jingzhou City and be rich."

"You..." Zhang Jing'an didn't expect that the other party would make fun of him.

Fang Yun smiled, turned and left.

"I forgot to tell you that I will charge you three cents for one day's stay in Zhang Mansion. In other words, every day when you open your eyes, you owe me three cents." Fang Yun said as he walked.

"Zhang Longxiang, you are not a human being!" Zhang Jing'an yelled.

Fang Yun turned a deaf ear and moved on.

Zhang Jing'an had no choice but to follow him and slowly walked towards the Zhujiang Marquis Mansion.

When he arrived at the Zhujiang Marquis Mansion, Zhang Jing'an tried his best to find snacks or fruits in various rooms, but found nothing. He wanted to enter the kitchen, but was blocked by his servants.

Zhang Jing'an returned to his room. After a while, he smelled the fragrant aroma of rice. He kept swallowing and secretly walked out of the dining room. He saw Fang Yun sitting at the dining table, with six dishes and one soup on the table.

"I have never seen such a hateful father!" Zhang Jing'an cursed in a low voice, turned and left.

Before dawn the next day, Zhang Jing'an was pulled out of bed by Fang Yun.

"Wash up immediately and then go to work with me!" Fang Yun said and left.

Zhang Jing'an felt sore. After washing up, he walked into the dining room and saw Fang Yun slowly eating breakfast.

After staring at Fang Yun for a long time, Zhang Jing'an swallowed his saliva and said, "Can you lend me a bowl of rice on credit? Just one bowl!"

"No!" Fang Yun said firmly.

Zhang Jing'an almost cried and said: "Isn't it enough just one bowl? I'm working hard today, but it's not enough? I can't even eat, how can I work? Are you trying to force me to death?"

"That's true. I'm very kind-hearted and I can't force you to death. Come here, give me two cornbreads for Jing'an. It's only a penny and there's enough water pipes!" Fang Yun said.

Zhang Jing'an stared at Fang Yun.

"It's good to have some Wowotou. What else do you want?" Fang Yun finished speaking and continued to eat.

The hot steamed buns were served quickly. Zhang Jing'an was about to faint from hunger. He didn't care that it was whole grains. He ate with big mouthfuls. When he choked, he immediately drank water and quickly finished two steamed buns.

"Huh..." Zhang Jing'an touched his stomach. His stomach was finally no longer empty, but he still felt hungry.

"Let's go!"

At around five o'clock in the morning, the father and son braved the cold wind and headed to Xinming Street. When they arrived at Xinming Street, it was already six o'clock in the morning, and the sky turned from deep black to deep blue.

Lao Guo was already waiting in the house, and then led the two of them to get the ox cart from yesterday, but replaced it with a new large barrel.

"I have to clean up the feces in the morning. If I'm lucky, I can just pour the toilet chamber pot into the bucket. If I'm not lucky and it freezes, I have to break the ice to get it out. I'll leave it to you two to break the ice. You can get it today Thirteen coins." Lao Guo said.

Just thinking about it, Zhang Jing'an pulled the corners of his mouth to both sides, showing a look of disgust.

Fang Yun said: "Jing'an, I will clean up the garbage in the afternoon to break the ice. It is up to you to deal with the feces in the morning. I will not treat you badly. I will give you three cents more every day."

"No! I won't do such disgusting things!" Zhang Jing'an said.

Fang Yun nodded and said: "Okay, I won't force you. Lao Guo, can you do it for three cents? This kind of thing doesn't take much effort." Fang Yun said.

Lao Guo chuckled and said: "Do it! Why don't you do it if there are benefits?"

The three of them set off pulling the bullock cart.

Lao Guo said as he walked: "Each house wakes up at different times, so the time to take out the toilet chamber pot is naturally different. It takes several times to go back and forth. After eight o'clock, you have to knock on the door to remind those who have not taken it out. If you don’t take it out after reminding me once, don’t worry about it.”

The three of them worked from morning to nine o'clock in the morning and sent away the feces. When they returned to Xinming Street, it was already lunch time.

Farewell to Lao Guo, Fang Yun and his son returned home.

Zhang Jing'an had no money and could only watch Fang Yun eat lunch. After lunch, the two took a nap.

Because he was too tired, Zhang Jing'an was still awake at four o'clock in the afternoon, so he was forcibly dragged away by Fang Yun.

Without lunch, Zhang Jing'an felt weak all afternoon and could only do some light work. Then Lao Guo and Fang Yun unanimously decided to deduct wages!

Zhang Jing'an wanted to cry but had no tears.

The three of them continued working day by day. On the tenth day, Zhang Jing'an finally couldn't bear it anymore. For three cents and a full meal, he took the initiative to do the dirtiest thing, even while holding back vomiting.

At the beginning, Zhang Jing'an thought he could get another job, but this job alone emptied his body and even his mind. He could only do things numbly, without any energy or strength to think about other things, let alone how to develop in the future.

Zhang Jing'an felt as if he was imprisoned by garbage and toilets, and he could only do this business in his life.

On the morning of the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Fang Yun and his son and Lao Guo pulled the cart as usual to transport the waste to the designated place.

"Zhang Jing'an?" A girl's voice suddenly sounded in front.

Fang Yun looked in the direction of the voice. It was a beautiful girl wearing a red cotton jacket. The edges of the cotton jacket were all white tassels. A round phoenix jade pendant was hung around her waist. The girl's face was pink and puffy. At the age of eleven or twelve, she had a delicate face.

A graceful middle-aged woman held the girl's hand, surrounded by many people.

"Are you... Brother Longxiang?" The middle-aged woman looked at Fang Yun in horror, and soon, the shock in her eyes turned into sympathy and regret. The girl was the same, with pity in her eyes.

Zhang Jingan stared at the girl blankly, and after a few breaths, he was full of shame and anger, let go of the manure cart, turned around and ran away.

"Do you want to chase him back?" Lao Guo asked in a low voice.

Fang Yun's mouth showed a different smile.

"He will come back by himself, let's continue to pull the cart." Fang Yun glanced at Zhang Jingan's back and continued to move forward.

"Brother Longxiang, you..." The middle-aged woman hesitated, not knowing what to say at this time.

"You recognized the wrong person."

Fang Yun pulled the ox cart away.

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