"Who are you? I advise you to stop meddling in other people's business!" The old beggar who started to start came to his senses quickly. He kicked the boy away and stood up to look at the man at the door bared his teeth, "The fist doesn't have eyes. If you hurt it later, don't blame your grandpa for not reminding you!"

"Go together?" Looking at the arrogant old beggar Wen Han chuckled, he pulled Qiao Mengmeng behind him in a brisk tone.

"Bah! I'm still afraid that you won't succeed!" The old beggar said coldly, "Everyone will go there together! Let these people look at the power of us beggars! They will be beaten to death and dragged them out to bury them!"

A group of beggars rushed up like bandits, but they couldn't even touch a corner of the man's clothes. The man stood there without moving. He held the boy beside him with one hand and held the other hand, and fell down by his side in a few seconds.

The old beggar who fell to the ground covered his stomach that was kicked and asked unwillingly: "Who are you?" These beggars who are asking for food are all extremely vicious people. Without some martial arts, they would never be the opponent of so many of them.

"I'm warm and cold."

"Wen Zhuangsheng?" The old man was stunned and spitted secretly, but he didn't dare to say anything. Wen Han won the Zhuangsheng but the county master carried it back in a sedan chair. They didn't know it before, but now they know it naturally dare not be arrogant anymore.

Wen Han never took a group of beggars seriously. His eyes glanced at everyone in the temple, and after a long time, he said: "Let's make a deal, and you will do things for me in the future, and I will provide you with food and accommodation. Come over."

Zeng Ya couldn't help but her heart beat faster when she looked at the man's handsome appearance. Her eyes paused on the ugly boy beside the man, and she walked over without hesitation.

"Yaya!" Zeng Qi saw her sister walking over and subconsciously blocking her, but was swung away by Zeng Ya. "Brother, I don't want to live such a life."

"You--" But this person's meaning is obviously to let us be slaves! Seeing his sister walking over and the boy gritted his teeth before he followed him slowly.

Zeng Ya stood on the right side of the man and looked at Qiao Mengmeng on the left side of the man, thinking: Will she be like this ugly boy in the future? No longer have to worry about not having the last meal, can she still wear good-looking clothes?

With Zeng Ya and Zeng Qi, several young beggars came out immediately, and there was also a dirty old man with a white beard. The others were envious and hesitant, but no one moved. Although they could have food and clothing in the future, no one wanted to be a slave. Slaves were the lowest-class people in the Western Su Kingdom, and even the women in brothels were better than slaves.

Wen Han glanced at the ten people around him and did not leave immediately. He turned around and looked at the young man in the middle of the temple, "Is there anyone else? I have passed this village but there is no store." He saw the young man's skills just now. Although he could not use martial arts, he was agile and powerful.

It took a long time before Yang Qing raised his foot and walked towards Wen Han. If he were the top scholar, following him might be a good choice.

Looking at the eleven people who chose him, Wen Han rubbed Qiao Mengmeng's head and took everyone away.

Qiao Mengmeng hummed and pushed away the big hand on her head, holding the man's hand but not letting go: It's true, he still wants to save face when touching his head in front of so many people!

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Candles are lit in the yard covered by moonlight, and the candlelight is leaping gently under the night wind.

Qiao Mengmeng sat on the threshold and watched the man call the eleven beggars brought back today to the yard to give a speech. The beggars had changed into uniform clean clothes and stood respectfully opposite the man.

"From today on your name, you will be Wen Ye, and you will be the Wen family after signing and approving it." Wen Han looked at Yang Qing, who had no expression on his face and handed over a piece of paper.

The young man didn't say anything, and took the handprints with ease.

"You will be called Wen Yue from today." Wen Han took out two more contracts and handed them to Zeng Ya and his sister, "You are called Wen Chen."

"The rest of you will be called Wen Xing, Wen Yang, Wen Lan, Wen Yin, Wen Feng, Wen Xuan." After that, the man finally turned his attention to the old man, "In the future, the food, clothing and expenses of Wen's family will be managed. If you don't understand, please learn it for me. From now on, you will be called Mr. Wen."

"From today on your own, you are the Wen family. If you let me know that you have selfishness or bad intentions, don't blame me for being rude." When the man said this warning, his tone was gentle, but his eyes were terrible. He quickly regained his gentle appearance and stretched out his hand, "If you draw it, give it to me."

"From tomorrow, you will get up to me every morning at Yin hour (3:15 am). Mr. Wen, the kitchen is behind you, and the meal you will be given to you every day from now on."

"The rest of you immediately stole the horses and waited until the old Wen supper was ready before you could rest."

After telling everyone what they should do, Wen Han turned around and walked towards Qiao Mengmeng. He reached out and pulled the boy up from the ground and wrapped himself in his arms and lowered his voice: "The ground is so cold, why are you sitting anywhere?"

"Ahhh." I didn't sit on the ground. Qiao Mengmeng struggled and looked at the people who were staging their horses, which was interesting.

Wen Han completely ignored the boy's desire for small eyes, hugged the person and entered the study: "Let's go, Brother Wen teaches you how to read."

"Ahhhh! Ahhhhh-" I won't write it! I'll write it tomorrow, I'll see them stance!

"So well-behaved."

Qiao Mengmeng, who was killed by touching her head: "..." I'm not good, I'm very not good, I'm really not good!

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The ten people who were asked to stance were stunned, but they dared not refuse to obey. After all, the contract for selling the body has been signed, and Wen Han promised to have food, clothing and housing.

The night wind blows gently, blowing away the heat and sweat from your body.

Zeng Ya, Wen Yue, now, looked at the open window of the study, looked at the young man sitting next to the man with a light in front of the window and pondered slightly, and then asked Wen Chen beside him without looking back, "Brother, who do you think is the person who is inseparable from Mr. Wen? Why is he different from us?" She didn't believe that the ugly monster was anything special. She was not as good-looking as Wen Xing, the most ordinary among them. Why is the young master so nice to him?

"Shh--" Wen Chen suppressed his trembling legs and tried hard to stand firmly, and whispered to remind himself to his sister, "You should call him Young Master, Young Master, Young Master, and Young Master said he called that Young Master, Young Master, Of ​​course, the Young Master is different from us. Don't think about it, just do our own thing now."

"Oh..." Wen Yue bit her lower lip and held back the astringent feeling in her heart. She just felt that her feet were going to be useless.

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Mr. Wen prepared the rice and brought it out to liberate him. He collapsed on the ground like dead dogs. They were afraid that the young master would not dare to rest for a long time to help Mr. Wen serve the rice.

When everyone sat at the table in the yard, they didn't see the two young masters coming out. Finally, Mr. Wen coughed uneasyly: "Who are you going to call the young master to have a meal?"

"I'll go! Mr. Wen, I'll go!" Wen Yue quickly got up from the stool and volunteered, turning around and running towards the study as if she was afraid that Mr. Wen would regret it.

The decoration of the study room is very simple, with a monotonous beauty. As soon as you enter the door, you can smell a faint fragrance of ink and the wood fragrance of books. Although Wen Yue can't understand the couplets and paintings hanging on the wall of the study room, there is an indescribable pleasing feeling.

Wen Yue couldn't help but start to speed up when she stepped into the study. She looked carefully at the tall figure of the man in front of the desk, "Young Master, you're having a meal." A man like Wen Han is famous and handsome, and has a very talented person. She is the dreamer in the hearts of many women, and she is no exception.

Wen Yue thought that no matter how unsuccessful he would get a "hmm" from the young master, but she didn't expect that she would get a warning from the young master.

"Who asked you to come in?" Wen Han frowned and looked back at the girl, "No one is allowed to come in without my instructions in the future, so I will not be allowed to do so!"

"Yes, young master." Wen Yue's face turned pale with fear, and she hurriedly retreated. When she walked to the door, she heard the man's voice sound again, "Let Wen Laosheng and his two people have their meals to the study."

"Okay young master."

Wen Yue's face was a little pale when she walked out of the study. She didn't dare to look at the others and walked directly to Mr. Wen: "The young master said he would eat with the young master in the study and let Mr. Wen take it in."

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"What do you think?" The man squeezed the boy who didn't practice calligraphy seriously after Wen Yue entered the door.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Qiao Mengmeng shook her head well and blinked very well: I was so scared, is Nitui so fierce? For a moment, he thought Nitui had turned off the air conditioner.
Chapter completed!