Some old gates creaked, and were gently opened by Uncle Zhang behind the gates.
Uncle Zhang's complexion didn't look very good, his eye sockets were sunken, and there were some black eye circles. Most likely, he didn't close his eyes for several nights.
Uncle Zhang knew that it was Bai Ling who knocked on the door, so he didn't ask any further questions, but forced a smile. It's a pity that this smile can't hide the old man's sad face at all. Uncle Zhang said helplessly, "Xiaobai, I know that you and your brother are having a difficult time recently. But the old man really has no spare time here, and I don't have any extra money to lend you."
Bai Ling hesitated to speak: "Old man..."
Uncle Zhang took a deep breath and sighed again.
"Well, if it weren't for the unfortunate coincidence of the heavy rain, and the official road was closed, and the grain storage was hard to sell, the old man really couldn't bear to refuse you. But now, the old man is suffering too much. If you stay here for the winter, you won't be able to Know what to do."
Old Uncle Zhang looked embarrassed, his dim eyes were full of apologies to Bai Ling, and he didn't even dare to look at Bai Ling.
After all, in the past, Bai Ling saw that Uncle Zhang was an old man, and he helped him the most times, and was considerate of him. Especially during the time when Bai Ling was picking rice ears, he spent the whole afternoon helping him. He almost treats Uncle Zhang as his own grandfather.
Now that Bai Ling and Li He were in trouble, it was really unreasonable for him, who had once benefited from Bai Ling, to be unable to lend a helping hand.
Seeing that old man Zhang really didn't seem to be lying to him, Bai Ling couldn't help but sighed secretly, and his face became a little more haggard. There was a bit of disappointment in his eyes.
"Since that's the case, old man, Bai Ling won't bother you."
Bai Ling smiled gratefully at old man Zhang, and was about to leave.
Seeing that Bai Ling was about to leave, Old Uncle Zhang hurriedly stopped him and said, "Xiao Bai, wait a minute!"
With that said, Old Uncle Zhang took out an empty brocade bag from his bosom, and handed it to Bai Ling very carefully. The skinny palm lightly patted Bai Ling's hand twice.
Between the vicissitudes of life, there was a little smile.
"Xiaobai, this kit was given to me by Director Hu of the Wangfu. Back then, I was kind to him. In order to repay me, he wrapped five taels of silver in this kit and gave it to me. Now this Although I have used up all the money long ago, I still keep this kit."
Bai Ling was a little puzzled and said, "Wang's Mansion? Is it the most wealthy and powerful Wang's Mansion in Fengshou Town?"
Old Uncle Zhang nodded and said, "That's right, it's the palace! Although I don't know whether Mr. Hu over there is willing to help me, an old man, you can go to him with this kit and ask him to give it to you. Introduce a suitable errand, and most likely he will agree."
Bai Ling took the kit and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you, Uncle Zhang, for being so generous. Bai Ling, I can't thank you enough!"
Uncle Zhang waved his hands with a smile, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became more obvious.
"Don't thank me, you go quickly, whether it can be done or not is still the same thing."
Under the urging of old man Zhang with a smile, Bai Ling bid farewell to old man Zhang and went straight to the palace.
Along the way, Bai Ling walked quickly. The heavy rain was brought up by the wind, blowing on Bai Ling's clothes from time to time. And that ordinary oil-paper umbrella couldn't stand the baptism of this heavy rain at all. After several twists and turns, it almost fell apart. Even the oil paper on the umbrella ribs has been soaked by the rain, and it will be completely scrapped immediately.
Bai Ling hurried, and while the oil-paper umbrella was still at its last bit of effect, he rushed to the palace without stopping.
Amidst the wind and rain, the Wangfu is still located in Fengshou Town, with the best location. But this location is an excellent layout for quietness amidst the noise. Just relying on one point, one can see the status of Wangfu in Fengshou Town.
The golden lacquered mahogany, emerald green bricks and tiles, even the two stone lions at the entrance are carved to life, majestic and majestic. The entire gate is like the nobles of the imperial palace in Beijing, it is very generously repaired, it is not like this ordinary family at all.
But these things are actually quite common to Bai Ling. After all, the building in the Demon King's Palace is more resplendent and eye-catching than this one.
It's a pity that when Bai Ling came out from the demon world, he never brought anything that could be pawned and was very valuable.
If not, how could Bai Ling end up in such a situation where he needs to work as an ox and a horse for others in order to get enough food and clothing.
However, when Bai Ling thought of Li He who was willing to take the risk up the mountain for him, even in the rainstorm, he was also willing to take the risk for him. Bai Ling's heart softened inexplicably. If it weren't for him, how could Li He be so disregarding his safety, and even broke a leg
Now these are just some of the things he can do for Li He.
Holding an umbrella, Bai Ling knocked on the copper ring on the gate and asked loudly, "Is anyone there? I'm looking for Director Hu!"
As soon as Bai Ling finished speaking, two domestic servants in gray clothes slowly opened the door.
A middle-aged man who was dressed in silk and was admired by several other servants, who seemed to be of extraordinary status, was about to go out.
The middle-aged man still has a little beard, and his face is calm and gentle. Seeing Bai Ling knocking on the door of his mansion to ask questions, he couldn't help but ask him: "I don't know who you are looking for, Your Excellency?"
Bai Ling picked up the bag that old man Zhang had given him before, and replied: "I was recommended by old man Zhang, and I'm here to find Director Hu."
The middle-aged man took a look at the somewhat delicate bag in Bai Ling's hand, and asked, "Why are you looking for him?"
Bai Ling didn't hide anything, and said truthfully: "I came to him because I wanted to ask him to find a job for me in this palace and earn a lot of money."
The middle-aged man was obviously not in a hurry to go out, so he stood still at the gate of the mansion and continued to ask Bai Ling what to say.
"Are you short of money?"
Bai Ling nodded...
"Why do you want money?"
"My brother's leg was accidentally broken when he was going up the mountain. To support the family, he had to see his leg and treat his illness."
"Is there anyone else in the family?"
"No, just me and my brother live together."
The middle-aged man nodded thoughtfully.
The person in front of him looks very delicate, and his appearance is also very outstanding. Not only that, but even his language and conversation are very temperamental. It's not like the ones in Fengshou Town who haven't experienced a good education. On the contrary, it's a bit like the son of some family.
The middle-aged man looked at Bai Ling and took a closer look. It was found that this person was not only about the same age, but even his eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to his son who was working in Beijing.
Involuntarily, the middle-aged man thought of his son.
Speaking of which, his son hasn't come home to visit his elder brother for several years. Now, I miss him so much.
Back then, when his son left Fengshou Town to go to Beijing to work hard, he was still very immature. He obstructed him in every possible way, but in the end he couldn't hold him back, so he could only let him go to the capital to work hard.
But now, his son has already established a solid foundation in the capital and established his own career. Even this palace was helped and supported by his son. If not, how could their royal family sit firmly as landlords in Fengshou Town.
It's a pity that although the family business is big now, the relationship between family members has weakened a lot after all.
Although every new year and festival, his son would ask someone to send some specialties and small gifts in Beijing. From time to time, he would write a few letters to greet his elders.
But these can only be consolation. In fact, what he really wanted was for his son to come back and the family to sit together and have a happy reunion dinner.
Thinking about it, Master Wang still felt a little sore in his heart.
Now seeing a boy who is about the same age as his son, and somewhat similar, the heart of thinking about his son is even stronger.
And look at this young man, his face is pale and his lips are dry. Even the oil-paper umbrella in his hand looked like he was about to "sacrifice", and Master Wang felt a little bit sorry.
Besides, it is probably because of his brother that this young man is so hardworking.
From this point of view, it is also a child's heart.
In this way, the feeling of thinking about his son and the feeling of admiration for Bai Ling jumped in Master Wang's heart at the same time, which made him feel a little compassion.
Although this year's heavy rain was very annoying, the Wang family lost hundreds of taels of silver for no reason. But for Bai Ling, Master Wang was very willing in his heart.
Master Wang looked at Bai Ling, and couldn't help but said: "How about this, you can stay in my mansion and wait for Manager Hu to send you around. Just do some light chores at will, and I will take care of you for two taels of silver per month?"
There was a light in Bai Ling's eyes all of a sudden.
Twenty taels of silver every month!
You know, in Fengshou Town, there is no such errand that can get two taels of silver every month.
Bai Ling couldn't help but be moved by such a high salary.
However, although the middle-aged man in front of him seems to be of extraordinary status, if he doesn't have the real right to speak and just talks casually, wouldn't it be useless
For a while, Bai Ling hesitated.
"this… "
Bai Ling looked at the middle-aged man, and said a little embarrassedly: "I've been talking to you for so long, but I still don't know who you are. The job you're talking about..."
Before Master Wang could speak, the servant next to Master Wang said angrily: "Open your eyes and see clearly, this is our master, the most honorable person in Fengshou Town! Can there be a fake?"
Bai Ling looked at the gentle smile on Master Wang's face, and quickly said respectfully and gratefully: "So it's Master Wang, I really don't know Taishan, I made you laugh."
Master Wang waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I'll send someone to talk to Mr. Hu later, you can come over to work tomorrow. Today, you can go back and rest first."
Saying that, Master Wang took out two taels of silver from his purse, handed it to Bai Ling and said, "This, consider it a gift from me for meeting you, and it's also money for your brother's treatment, so you can accept it first!"
Bai Ling watched Master Wang stuff money into his mobile phone, and it was hard to refuse for a while.
"This...Master Wang, this is not very good, is it?"
Master Wang forcefully stuffed the money into Bai Ling's hands, and signaled him, "It's okay, you can take it to treat your brother with peace of mind. I will also ask Housekeeper Hu to send you the money for this month as usual."
Bai Ling felt grateful, but he didn't know what to do.
"In this case, thank you, Master Wang!"
"En." Master Wang nodded lightly and said, "It's getting late, so you should go back first."
Bai Ling smiled and thanked Master Wang again, then turned around and prepared to leave.
"etc!"
Before Bai Ling could take two steps, Master Wang hurriedly called him back.
"Take this too!"
Master Wang took a strong new umbrella, handed it to Bai Ling and said, "Change your umbrella."
Not only is that umbrella much more sophisticated than Bai Lingshou's, but even the oiled paper is glued together in thick layers. There are also some delicate and beautiful lines on it, obviously painted on by a special person deliberately, and even the rain can't wash it away.
The most important thing is that that umbrella is much bigger than Bai Ling's small oil-paper umbrella. Even if the rain is blocked, the whole upper body will not be exposed in the rain.
Facing Master Wang's kindness, Bai Ling felt ashamed, and thanked Master Wang again, holding the brand new oil-paper umbrella, submerged in the smog and rain all over the city.