"You want to stay as a cook?"

The shop assistant looked Zhao Han over, shook his head and said, "I can't make the decision. You can go and find the shopkeeper yourself."

Zhao Han took his sister and quickly found the shopkeeper, repeating what he just said.

"Is your ancestor really an imperial chef?" the shopkeeper asked calmly.

Zhao Han lied without blinking an eye, and said seriously: "It's absolutely true."

The shopkeeper thought for a moment and said, "If you are really capable, I can stay and help cook. When you get older, you can take charge of the cooking."

"Thank you!" Zhao Han said happily.

The shopkeeper added: "You said you came to Tianjin to seek refuge with your relatives, so you called your relatives to be your guarantors. The guarantors outside the city do not count, they can only be from within the city."

Zhao Han was stunned for a moment.

In ancient times, all walks of life valued guarantors. Even young students taking the scholar exams had to have three old scholars as guarantors to prevent candidates from lying about their personal information.

When recruiting workers in a store, you also need a sponsor.

Even if you want to be an apprentice, you must have three guarantors, and the guarantors must be innocent local families.

A refugee of unknown origin wants to apply for a job in Tianjin?

Dream on!

Zhao Han still didn't give up and said, "Shopkeeper, why don't you let me cook a dish and try it first?"

The shopkeeper seemed to see something, and sneered and said one word: "Get out!"

Zhao Han persevered and said: "Shopkeeper, I can also tell stories, why don't I tell you a paragraph now. Let's talk about the late Southern Song Dynasty, there was a Niujia Village in Lin'an Prefecture..."

The shopkeeper had completely regarded Zhao Han as a liar and shouted: "Get out of here!"

The store clerk immediately came over to chase him away, and Zhao Han had no choice but to get out of here.

I searched a few more shops. No matter how much Zhao Han boasted, no matter what kind of job Zhao Han wanted to do, he had to meet a necessary prerequisite: three locals with innocent backgrounds to jointly insure!

There seemed to be no hope of making money through work, so we had to find another way out.

Then head south immediately, and reach the relatively warm south before autumn arrives, so as not to freeze to death in Tianjin during the winter.

Of course, there is one more thing that seems more urgent right now.

Zhao Han came to a pharmacy and asked, "Shopkeeper, do you have any trauma medicine?"

"What kind of trauma?" the shopkeeper asked.

Zhao Han was silent for a moment and chose to tell the truth: "Anal fissure..."
Chapter completed!