"Why?" Fang Chang asked with a little puzzled look.

"Oh, family affairs are all family affairs, I'm really sorry for you." The servant who opened the door was a little older, with deep wrinkles on his forehead and white hair on his temples. He looked worried and shook his head and sighed.

"That's really a coincidence. We'll come back another day." Fang Chang replied politely.

Then he turned around and left with Hu Yun, and the door behind him creaked and closed again.

This street is not wide, with few people and quiet.

The street is covered with bluestone slabs, and the material is solid. Although it is no longer as flat as it used to be, there is no dust, with the watermarks that have been swept today.

The courtyard walls on both sides are the same style, both of which are old and have the mottled traces of time. They are cleaned up very clean, and occasionally damaged and have been repaired, which means that the courtyards on both sides are wealthy or have some identities. As a county tutor, the one I just visited is naturally listed here.

Carrying the dried meat that I couldn't deliver, he slowly walked out of the streets and alleys. Fang Chang said softly to Hu Yun, who was holding a pile of boxes next to him:

"We will find an inn to stay in first, and go there again in two or three days. I hope that Mr. Li will have already solved the family affairs by then."

"If it still doesn't work, there is another alternative place. I can take you to Xingqing Mansion, where there are two respected Mr. Jian, who are running schools. Almost all the scholars in Xingqing Mansion are their students."

"But it's different from other places. In order to benefit more people, they are recruiting students with extremely low tuition fees. Originally, that was the best place for you."

"But the great disaster in the world is approaching, and I don't know what impact it will have on the human world, so I chose Ninghe Prefecture. After all, Zhao Chenghuang is taking care of it, which is much safer."

"It's mostly because things are really unpredictable. This place is close to Yunzhong Mountain. You can let go of your strength and escape back to the mountains to avoid disasters, so there is relatively fewer risks here."

The young man Hu Yun nodded repeatedly after hearing this. He lacked understanding of what Mr. Fang said, and he seemed to understand it.

However, he still chose to trust Mr. Fang, because he would not be sold anyway.

Fang Chang's ears were far more powerful than ordinary people. He suddenly felt a move in his heart, his pace slowed down, and then stopped.

Feeling that the person next to him suddenly slowed down, Hu Yun was a little confused: "What's wrong? Mr. Fang?"

"Things may have turned around, interesting."

He heard a slow and hesitant step in the courtyard behind him, and had been wandering around for a long time. Just now, after the servant closed the door, he seemed to turn around and met the owner with footsteps, and then a few conversations appeared.

"Fugui, are there any guests coming to your door? Who is it?"

"Report to the master, just now, a young man brought a boy to the door, holding a gift box and a bundle of dried meat. He should have come to the door to become a disciple. You told me not to see the guests before, so I blocked him back. The young man said, come and visit again in a few days."

"Well..." The question was Mr. Li, a tutor in the county. He must have thought for a while and then said: "Of course there will be no ordinary guests, but there are children who want to go to school... Fugui, go out and have a look. If they have not gone far, please come back and I will meet you."

"As for orders, but the master, will the guest come back to block it or not?"

"Block, you still have to block it, except those who come to the door to study for their disciples."

"Okay."

Fang Chang heard all this in his ears. As soon as he stopped, the yard door behind creaked open. The elderly servant shouted at their backs, "Please stay, please stay!"

After the two of them turned around and looked over, Fugui shouted loudly again: "My master wants to see you."

The names of servants in the world are very chaotic when referring to the master family, and there are no certain rules. Some call them "master", "young master", some call them "master", "master", and even some use them in mixed use.

However, the relationship between the two is relatively weak and has nothing to do with the title.

In most cases, it is an employment system, and the relationship between the master and servant is determined through the contract officially recognized by the government, as well as the rights and responsibilities of both parties. Moreover, due to the rules, lifelong contracts are not allowed, and a long contract can only last ten years, with no restrictions on the children of servants, that is, the appearance of "family children" is not allowed.

This is the rule set by a human emperor many years ago.

Yaoyao bowed to the door, Fang Chang took Hu Yun and turned around.

When he walked to the gate, Fugui said to them, "Just just now, the master heard about your situation, so he made an exception and asked me to call you in. He wanted to see you."

After saying that, he led them directly into the living room, where Mr. Li was already waiting.

He asked about his name and hometown, took Hu Yun's exam, and after confirming his current level, he immediately accepted Shu Xiu and the Meng Tong, and then told Fang Chang and the two of them about the school situation and rules.

Because there is no unified enrollment time, the levels in the colleges are uneven and their learning progress is different. It is a technical job to manage these children well.

Moreover, the quality of learning depends on the children's self-consciousness and self-study ability.

For young children, this is actually quite cruel. After all, many of them still don’t recognize the meaning of learning.

The agenda for apprenticeship is very simple, but it is quite solemn. After performing the ceremony and giving the lectures, Mr. Li also borrowed several books to Hu Yun, which were the open textbooks in the school.

"These books must be preserved well, not damaged or dirty. If there is any mistake, I must copy them again and return them. After all, the children behind cannot be used without textbooks."

Fang Chang took a copy from Hu Yun and flipped through it. It turned out that it was all handwritten.

Even now, the demand and ownership of textbooks for open Mongolian textbooks are very high, and handwriting is still popular, and printing can only occupy half of the copying of books.

There are other classes such as the school time, the rules and the order of courses, and Mr. Li is telling the two of them one by one.

At this time, a man in his twenties or thirties rushed into the living room, and knelt down to Mr. Li with a thud:

"Dad, my son is here."

"You actually dare to come! Are you going to anger me to death!"

"Dad, I can't change it for so many years, so let me live by myself. After all, my son can't make any other living."

"well……"

Mr. Li sighed deeply and deeply, as if he had been evacuated, and he held his forehead with his hands and sat there. He waved forward with the back of his hand: "You go back to the house to rest first, and I will chat with the guest before looking for you."

The young man kowtowed again and then went to the next room.

Knowing that this was someone else's family affairs, Fang Chang was about to find a topic at will and lead it to other places. As a result, Mr. Li saw that the situation seemed to be exposed, and smiled bitterly, and simply said straight to the point:

"I made you laugh, I was really doing housework."
Chapter completed!