"Why didn't you go to the military weapon prison to stare at me today? I ran to me again in the morning?" He grabbed Ren Cong and used it as a "human sandbag" for himself for a while. Zhang Qian smiled and put away his fists. He raised his hand and poured a cup of tea for the other party and himself, and asked with a smile.

"We have almost finished it. We have made an appointment with Li Fengyu of Shangdian Bureau to officially start moving tomorrow. So I came over to report to my senior brother." Ren Cong took the tea with a smile, and while drinking, he kept it in a slight manner. "Senior brother, guess who did I meet at the gate of the yard just now?"

"Who?" Zhang Qian was stunned, and a little surprised immediately appeared on his face.

These days, officials in Renjing usually live in Chang'an City. Those who have been a fifth-rank junior supervisor like him, but still put their home outside the city are absolutely rare. This has led to a very small social circle. In addition to his two junior brothers, there are only three seniors, He Zhizhang, Zhang Ruoxu and Sun Anzu. The next three, who came to his house as guests, no longer had to wait for the notification at the door of the yard, and would be taken to the main hall by the second housekeeper Lao Cui.

"Bo Wang Mao!" Seeing that Zhang Qian was indeed confused by his question, the fat little Ren Cong smiled more and more proudly. "He was carrying a gift, waiting respectfully for Butler Cui to bring him in. Haha, such a person..."

"Didn't I explain that his family's rent and debts were all waived! Why did Housekeeper Cui take it as a warning again?" Zhang Qian heard the anxious hearing this, immediately put down his teacup and strode out, "Go out with me to see what's going on? If Housekeeper Cui..."

"No, no, senior brother, don't worry, listen to me and say it slowly!" For fear that Butler Cui would be injured by accident, Ren Cong hurriedly chased forward and grabbed Zhang Qian's sleeve, "It's not what you think. Does Butler Cui have the courage to not listen to what you said? It's another matter, that is, you asked Wang Maobo to go to the village to be the coach and teach you how to practice martial arts!"

"Practice martial arts?" Zhang Qian was stunned again, and then he remembered that on the night he released Wang Maozhong, he did send an invitation to his brother.

The reason why he invited Wang Mao Bo to his house to do things was, first, to study the difference between fighting on horseback and fighting on foot. Second, the picture shows Wang Mao Bo's father's relationship with the Tang Dynasty military.

Later, because Wang Maobo was so ill that he couldn't get out of bed, Zhang Qian himself was so busy that he didn't touch the ground for the combination of alcohol and windmill wells, so he forgot about this. Unexpectedly, after more than two months, Wang Maobo actually came to fulfill his promise.

In this way, this person is a hero who keeps his promises and is worth seeing. But Mr. Cui deliberately delaying his actions of not informing him is really a bit sensible...

"I knew, Senior Brother forgot this!" As if he guessed that Zhang Qian would be angry because of Butler Cui's behavior that made things difficult for Wang Mao Bo, Ren Cong quickly added quickly, "I guess Ren Quan did not bother you with these trivial matters when he saw you busy. Uncle Wang Mao was so tough that the day after returning from the farm, he took the money his brother gave him to pay off the rent and famine he owed you. Then he kept recuperating until now. Senior Brother, you are now in the fifth-rank underage prison. If any fellow villagers could meet you, wouldn't your yard be squeezed into a vegetable market?"

He thought he explained it very clearly, but Zhang Qian became more and more confused as he heard it. He frowned and looked confused, "My yard is squeezed into a vegetable market? The villagers are fine, what are they doing when they come to see me? Isn't I the county magistrate who cares about them?"

"Senior brother, you are much bigger than the county magistrate!" Ren Cong immediately stomped his feet in laughter and cry, "In the Tang Dynasty, only the county magistrates in Jingzhao, Henan and Taiyuan Prefecture are only sixth-rank. You are three-level higher than any county magistrate in Jingzhao Prefecture. Although you can't take care of the place, the villagers think that it's good to be able to enter the yard and get your blessings. Besides, as long as you see you, you can brag about it, saying that you are close friends with Zhang Shaojian of the Military Arts Prison. You don't have to be afraid to see the Sixth House Librarians of the County Government in the future!"

"Ah" Since Zhang Qian was promoted, he has been thinking about how to save Yang Qingqing from the sea of ​​suffering. He has no time to think about the rest of the mess. He has become more and more exaggerated as Ren Cong said, and he is stunned.

When Ren Cong saw that Zhang Qian didn't believe it, he simply showed evidence directly, "Also, Senior Brother, you are a fifth-rank junior supervisor. The emperor also gave you a dismissal position from the fourth-rank Taizhong doctor. According to the standard of whether you are more or less in treatment, in addition to all your own land and property exemption, the government should also make up for you 700 acres of land, plus the wages and food costs of the seventy servants!"

After taking a big sip of tea, his face showed a clear expression of envy, "Although there is no idle place near the Gyeonggi, the field of yeongtao will definitely be able to fold it into corn for you. However, the quota of 70 servants, all the servants and servants in your farm together are not enough. In the past few days, those who came to your door to sell their own products and reported the property have long been lined up at the back door. Fortunately, Ren Quan and Lao Cui knew the importance of it, and never spoke to anyone. Otherwise, one morning when you wake up, you will definitely see a lot of strange faces in the yard!"

"This..." Not to mention that he had never been a student cadre in the 21st century, even if he was a department-level official in the 21st century, Zhang Qian could not enjoy the treatment of a Tang official. Suddenly, his mouth opened wider and his eyes wider, and he couldn't say a complete sentence for a while!

No wonder in ancient Chinese, Fan Jin was so happy that he immediately became crazy after he passed the Juren. In the Ming and Qing dynasties, Juren had the qualifications to become an official. As long as he became an official, his treatment would be much better than that of civil servants in the 21st century!

Thinking about the future that the country will pay to support 70 slaves for him, Zhang Qian suddenly felt under great pressure. Now there are only one and a half people in his family, how could he need so many slaves? Besides, in the village, there is a flower water workshop and a refining furnace. He just planned to make a batch of black gunpowder as soon as possible just in case. At that time, there are too many people and eyes... (Zijuan: How can I count as half? The washboard also has human rights!)

He thought unsteadily, but Ren Cong's excited and proud voice came from his ears, "You asked Wang Maobolai to be the coach, but he refused to come over with the reason of recuperation. Now he finally gave up the little ability he passed down from his family, but how could everyone do the coach of the fifth-rank young supervisor? Senior brother, as long as you put a word on the human teeth, within half a day, some good players on the battlefield will come to sell themselves as slaves. Their skills will only be higher than him, and they will never be lower than him. When Housekeeper Cui hangs him, he knows that you are kind and don't want to let your senior brother take on the reputation of looking down on the villagers if you are proud. If you change to someone else's house, you would have been beaten with a big stick long ago. He also wants to enter the mansion from the front side door, Humph, dream. If you change to someone else's house, you won't even open the back door for him!"

"No, don't, let him come in! I know the bottom of it at least, and I live close to you." The more Ren Cong said, he became more and more proud. Zhang Qian quickly forced himself to break free from his shock and interrupted, "And, what do I want to do on the battlefield? I just want to know the basic skills of fighting immediately. Wang Mao Bo happened to hire someone else, and I was afraid of causing disaster for myself!"

"That's true, the people outside are mixed together!" Ren Cong thought for a while and nodded in conscience. "If you really want to guard the house, the guys in our workshop are much more reliable than those outside."

"Yeah!" Zhang Qian nodded with a smile, then quickly turned his eyes outside the study room, and was about to call Mr. Cui to inform Mr. Cui to let Wang Mao come in to meet him, but unexpectedly, his sleeve was gently pulled by Ren Cong again, "Senior brother, senior brother, I have something to discuss with you. Don't rush to summon Wang Mao Bo first. If he can't even bear this anger, you don't have to leave him behind!"

"Is there something wrong?" Zhang Qian automatically ignored Ren Cong's second half of the sentence and turned around in surprise, "If you have something, don't you just say it directly. Why do you have to do such a big bend with me? Ren Xiaowu, do you really want to learn fists and kicks from me?"

"No, don't, senior brother, please spare me, senior brother!" Ren Cong was so scared that he hugged his head with both hands and quickly shrank towards the corner of the study. "I am satisfied with my unique skills in my master's school, if I can master one or two in my life. You, you can teach the skills of boxing and footing to the second senior brother. I really don't learn it anymore. I can't chew more, and I can't chew more!"

"Say, what are you doing for when you come here early in the morning?" Zhang Qian approached him two steps, and his fingers clattered, "If you dare to go around again, don't blame me for being the cleaning portal of the senior brother!"

"I said, I said, Senior Brother, please spare my life, Senior Brother, please spare my life!" Ren Cong had nowhere to hide, and held his head with his hands and bowed, "I, I didn't I go back to my house last night? My mother, my mother asked me if I could take care of my brother. It just so happened that there were a few 5th-class classics in the military weapon prison. I wanted to ask, if I could take care of my second brother, I could take care of my second brother in the Tang Dynasty..." (Note: Foreign Officials, from the ninth rank in the Tang Dynasty, were divided into nine levels, which was equivalent to taking the status of a cadre to eat for public meals, but there was no diploma requirement. If you do well, you can be promoted to the official ranks.) Huhu, hurry up and hurry up, the second update was finally delivered, everyone, good night. Drunk apprentices.
Chapter completed!