Wei Liao is not a cliché, and Chen Sheng does not need to kowtow to become a disciple. Eight                                                                                                                 �

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CoM finalized his master-apprentice relationship with Chen Sheng in just a few words.

But this night was destined to be sleepless.

Chen Sheng put his body into a "big" character and was excited all night on the broken mat in the corner of the house. It seemed that he had seen the bright direction of his future destiny. The sounds of crickets in the corner of the wall were extremely pleasant to Chen Sheng's ears than before, as if he was echoing the unrealistic throbbing in Chen Sheng's heart.

It has been more than half a year since he came to this world. Although Chen Sheng has worked hard to change his destiny, the effect is not very ideal. Tonight I felt a turning point in the hope of life for the first time. From the names of people I got from the conversation with the teacher, he finally confirmed that he was truly in that historical era, and a lot of confusion about this era in his heart was also solved by Wei Liao in the content he told.

After half a night of traveling, he suddenly remembered that his name seemed to have something to do with a very awesome name more than ten years later, and he was extremely nervous.

The name has been very strong in the extremely harsh history books. It sounds cool, but the ending is very sad. It made Chen Sheng tremble for a long time, wondering whether to find a teacher to change his name after dawn. He is very much looking forward to participating in this era and making a name for himself. But he doesn't want his ending to be as tragic as recorded in history.

"History may be like that, but that's when I'm not present. Since I'm here, it's no longer like this! I want to use this name to create a different history!" Chen Sheng thought for a long time, and thought of the words when the old Taoist threw him off the platform. He let out a heavy breath, clenched his fists and said fiercely. Isn't the old Taoist doing what he wants to change all this?

He came to this world, except for his name and medical skills that could not give any advantage. He wanted to keep this name. He firmly believed that the wheel of history would undergo major changes because of his arrival. Although he still did not know what that change would be.

Excitement, longing, hesitation and expectation made Chen Sheng unable to sleep all night.

During the 5th round, the chicken cried. Chen Sheng suddenly remembered that even if he was a teacher, he could not solve the problem of stomach problems. He only had five days of stocking food at home, which was his own appetite. With a teacher with a better appetite than him, the amount of food stored was not enough for two days to eat and drink.

Survival is a must-have issue. Chen Sheng listened for a while, and now the teacher snored evenly at this time, and was obviously still asleep. He immediately tiptoed to the side, went to the kitchen to cook a pot of porridge and boiled a bowl of medicine.

This was prepared for Wei Liao. After all this, the sky was brighter. Looking up at the clouds in the sky, Chen Sheng exhaled a heavy breath and felt refreshed.

A new day has begun.

...

"Chen Sheng..." The manager with a hoarse voice was on the ridge of the field, shouting loudly at Chen Sheng's position with his waist on his back. The manager's surname was Zhou Mingwen, a middle-aged man in his thirties, and he was also a manager in charge of food and livestock at the home of Mr. Zhang, the largest family in Yangcheng. He was short and fat, and looked similar to a short winter melon. Although Zhou's position was not high, he was in charge of grain and income, which was a big lack of fat. Every autumn harvest season, Zhou's busiest time, and every year, Zhou's fat body would fall a few pounds.

Chen Sheng, who was bowing and sweating, was harvesting rice with great pain, heard someone calling, straightened up and looked back. Seeing that it was Manager Zhou's call, he did not dare to neglect, so he stopped his work, walked closer, bowed to Manager Zhou, and said carelessly, "Manager Zhou, what are the instructions?" Although Zhou Wen usually acted mean to be a slutty servant, he was really good to Chen Sheng, who was extremely diligent. He treated Chen Sheng differently in just a few days. Chen Sheng had a good impression of him.

Looking at the slow-moving workers in the field, Zhou Wen frowned and said, "Come on, come on, talk under the tree over there." Zhou Wen waved his hand and walked back with a gloomy face.

It was so hot that the afternoon was so hot that Manager Zhou would not stand in the sun like an ordinary servant and sweat. He just needed to find a cool place to rest and take a few evil servants to visit from time to time.

"Manager Zhou, do you have any instructions?" Chen Sheng's treatment seemed much higher today, and he was puzzled. After following Zhou Wen to the shade of the tree, Zhou Wen actually poured him a bowl of herbal tea himself.

"Chen Sheng, you said it would be great if all the servants worked as hard as you..." Zhou Guan sighed: "Look at those kids, they are tired every day. When will these thousand hectares of rice be harvested in and out of the year!"

When Chen Sheng heard this, he understood the reason why Manager Zhou was frowning. Yangcheng, which originally belonged to the Qin State, had been in the past years and the refugees were lost. The fields of Zhang's mansion were not afraid of not being able to find a servant to farm. He organized a large number of refugees to open up land and farm, and relied on buying and selling grain to various warring countries to make their families. However, in recent years, with the stability of the war situation, the empire gradually established counties and counties and began to settle refugees. A large amount of waste land was opened, and the number of servants was greatly reduced. In the busy farming season, even short-term workers were not found. Zhou Wen, who was responsible for snatching the harvest, was naturally in a dilemma. If he did not harvest all the food before the rice was ripe, he would not have to stay in his position in charge.

Originally, there were still ten days to buffer the matter, so he could find more ways to solve it. But last night, Mr. Zhang asked Zhou Wen to hurry up and make the grain soar within five days. Because the grain buyer raised the price by 30% and asked to ship it as soon as possible.

Zhou Wen was furious and didn't know what to do. After seeking medical treatment in an emergency, he thought of Chen Sheng, who was sweet-mouthed and diligent.

This kid has always been an elf. When Zhou Wen made a mistake in making the accounts the day before yesterday, he gave Zhou Wen some tips. Zhou Wen tried Chen Sheng's method by suspicion, and now the account of managing the food is much clearer. Zhou Wen has made up his mind and will recruit Chen Sheng to join the Zhang Mansion and fight under his hands. First, he can help him deal with some clues of account books, and second, he can also help Chen Sheng. Chen Daniu said that this child is pitiful in this world without relatives and reasons. It is better to be a servant in the Zhang Mansion than to be a servant outside.

Chen Sheng finished drinking herbal tea with "gulugulu" and wiped the water stains on the corner of his mouth, saying, "Manager Zhou, it will not be difficult to do things diligently. It's just that there are some ways, are you willing to do it?"

Zhou Wen's eyes lit up. He had always known that Chen Sheng had many ideas, and was overjoyed. He grabbed Chen Sheng's hand and said, "You should be serious about this, please say it quickly!"

Chen Sheng pretended to be bitter: "But Manager Zhou, if I came up with this method for you, how can you thank me?" Chen Sheng could not beat a bowl of herbal tea at will. In fact, he hoped that the longer the peddlers would be better. The days of peddlers would not be too long. If they work one more day, they would get more food.

"Well, if the method works, I will give you three ducts of rice, no, five ducts! In addition, I will go to the mansion to find you an errand, what do you think?" Zhou Wen was also happy. He could still spend three or five ducts of grain at will. The "reasonable loss" of rice every year is more than three or five hundred ducts!

If it were in the past, Chen Sheng would be very happy to hear Zhou Wen's words. Being able to work in the Zhang Mansion would have improved a lot. However, after he became a disciple of Wei Liao last night, Chen Sheng's vision had become much higher. He was a student of a dignified imperial scholar. He went to be a servant. Isn't this slandering the teacher's face?

"Manager Zhou, you can do it in front, let's talk about it later. I don't want you to make things difficult for me." Chen Sheng was not able to reject Zhou Wen, so he had to express his wish tactfully. The Zhang family was also very strict in recruiting servants. It is difficult for those who have unknown origins to enter.
Chapter completed!