A beautiful young man with a golden saddle goes to jump to the green horse to test his horse.

A twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, with golden crown and arrow sleeves, white face as jade, pink and tender, star eyebrows, broad eyes, white teeth, red lips, just like Jia Baoyu came out of the second dimension.

It’s true that this noble young man’s life is even more casual than Jia Baoyu!

He is Yan Jidao, the seventh son of Yan Shu, the grandson of Yan. When he was old, Yan Shu spoiled this son to heaven, with fresh clothes and angry horses, rich clothes and food, everything.

Just then, last year he ran to Jiangnan alone, lingering among mountains and rivers, and wrote more than 20 lyrics in one go, which were sought after by scholars in Jiangnan. Many singers competed to see Xiao Yan's style and were so happy to play.

When he turned to find his father, he realized that Yan Shu had arrived at Liuyi Academy, so he brought his servant to him.

When he saw his father, Yan Jidao was very happy and said whatever he had seen in Jiangnan. Yan Shu just grabbed his beard and listened with a smile, which was no different from an ordinary kind father.

After talking for a long time, Yan Jidao ate two pieces of watermelon, threw the skin around, and then suddenly had a whim and complained: "Father, why don't you tell your child to come to study too, so that he can increase his knowledge and be filial to his father."

Yan Shu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly shook his head and smiled, "Your Xiaoxin father knows it. You can just accompany him as your father, but Liuyi Academy is afraid that you won't get into the exam, and even if you pass the exam, you will not be able to graduate."

"I don't believe it!"

Yan Jidao suddenly jumped up, "Dad, I have been studying since I was a child, and I am familiar with the Thirteen Classics, various schools of thought, poetry, songs, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, fighting cocks and horses... Bah, the last one is not counted." Yan Jidao put his waist on his waist, straightened his chest, and said unconvincedly: "Why don't you think, what's the child?"

Yan Shu looked at his son who was out of his obedience and shook his head secretly.

He had seven more sons, and the first six of them all became officials one after another, but the youngest son was very talented and reluctant to discipline him since he was a child. He was arrogant and made him look like this.

I hope that with my prestige and family business, I can keep this kid safe and prosperous for the rest of his life!

Yan Shu didn't expect his son to have any prospects, but Yan Jidao was not convinced at all. How much better can the people in Liuyi Academy be than him? It's a joke!

"Okay, if you are not convinced, Dad will take you to see it."

Yan Shu changed his robe and took Yan Jidao not far from the Six Arts School. There was a large construction site in front of him, full of busy figures.

When Yan Jidao came, he just thought it was an ordinary person after passing through this area. He didn't expect that there were people from the Six Arts School. Driven by curiosity, he followed his father to the middle of the construction site, regardless of the dust and water.

"Be careful, don't bump it."

Yan Shu kept reminding his son that there were strict rules on the construction site, using cloth strips, branches and grass sticks to divide them into areas of similar sizes. The open space in the middle is a road, and the square area is a market.

The people were carrying bricks, stones and wood, as if they were ants, in an orderly manner.

Yan Jidao had never seen such a scene before. He was very curious and his eyes were circling around. He found that there was a young man who was not much older than himself. He was very thin, but he was carrying a piece of very thick log and was walking quickly.

My little face was purple and red, and there was a thin layer of skin around my neck. It was raised and it was so sunburned.

Yan Jidao noticed the boots under his feet and said curiously: "Dad, he really thinks he is not an ordinary person, right?"

Yan Shu smiled rare, "You are still very sensible. His name is Han Zongwu, and he is from the He family."

"What?"

Yan Jidao was almost scared to death. The He family was famous and better than theirs. The young master of the Han family was dark and followed a group of ordinary people to do rough work. Even if he had a rich imagination, he could not guess. Could it be that he had been demoted from the Han family? He deliberately put his shoes on his clothes?

Yan Jidao was imaginative, and Yan Shu said calmly: "Don't think about it randomly. I'm surprised to be my father. I really didn't expect that Boy Han would actually hold on!"

...

Since the practice was proposed, there have been dozens of students from the Six Arts School, and Han Zongwu is naturally one of them. He firmly believes that the books of sages he read are just building a house? What's the difficulty? I can handle it!

With full enthusiasm, who knew that he had hit a wall the first day?

Han Zongwu took people to collect bricks and stones excitedly, and the person in charge was his uncle Han Wei. Han Wei approved him 20,000 bricks. Han Zongwu was stunned at that time. He had to be responsible for the residences of 20 households, with an average of 1,000 yuan per household. Even fools knew that it was not enough!

"Uncle Fifth, how could you..." Han Zongwu couldn't continue to say it, but his expression was full of complaints.

Han Wei snorted, "Boy, do you think I bullied you? Take a look, each family has 1,000 bricks. Bricks are burned, not fallen from the sky. The brick kilns work day and night, but so many are produced."

Han Zongwu was stunned. A clever wife couldn't cook without rice. How could she build a house without bricks?

Seeing that his nephew was so anxious, Han Wei felt sorry for him.

"Remember, 1,000 bricks are not enough to build a house, but it is still OK to make a foundation. When there are too many bricks burning in the future, it is OK to replace them with bricks and stones."

After receiving guidance from his uncle, Han Zongwu had to be depressed and brought the bricks back with the people, and then the construction began.

He deliberately showed his skills in front of everyone, so he hurriedly worked for a while.

Five days later, others started to move and his foundation was laid.

Master Han is so beautiful, so happy.

But Su Xun, who was in charge of the inspection, took a look and told Han Zongwu to dismantle it quickly and start over. How could Han Zongwu be convinced? He asked the reason.

Su Laoquan gave him a blank look, "After the foundation of the house is dug, sand must be placed. It will take three more days to deposit it. Only when the sand is solid can bricks be built, otherwise the foundation will not be stable and the house will not be able to stand."

Seeing that Han Zongwu was not convinced, Su Laoquan asked someone to carry a few buckets of water over and fell down the brick wall. Many bubbles appeared underground. Not long after, the foundation sank and a dazzling crack appeared on the bricks.

Han Zongwu was so excited that he could not cry. He tried a lot of effort to create a tofu project! If this was built, the house would collapse when it encountered rain.

No matter how conceited he is, the facts are in front of him, and Master Han cannot refuse to admit it.

I had to dismantle the bricks and lay the sand again. I watered them every hour. I waited until three days later, and then I started building bricks. At this time, others had already built the walls.

I got up early and rushed to the evening party.

All of his enthusiasm was flooded with a basin of cold water.

Han Zongwu was angry and annoyed, and could not lose to others no matter what. He laid a circle of bricks, and the adobe wall made of river mud was built on it.

Fiercely trying to catch up with others, Master Han ordered the fastest speed to build a wall. He finally caught up again. He was about to take a breath, but another heavy rain was catching up.

The sudden rain had just stopped, and there was a gorgeous rainbow in the sky. Others cleared the accumulated water and prepared to work. Han Zongwu arrived at his construction site and was completely stunned.

He urged him too quickly, the adobe was not dried, and the inside was very loose. When a heavy rain came, one-third of the wall he built fell, and mud and water were everywhere.

With two consecutive blows, Han Zongwu was completely stunned. Not to mention completing the work first, he could do nothing.

That night, Han Zongwu was under the big willow tree outside the dormitory, with a crescent moon on his head, crying loudly, and the sky was dark.

"Oh, no one is born to know it, and you don't have to care too much. At worst, you can't count this time, it's okay." Han Wei stood behind his nephew and comforted in a low voice.

Han Zongwu wiped his tears and said unwillingly: "What about Wang Ning'an? How did he direct such a big city? His nephew couldn't even get a few houses? Could it be that he, like those sages, was born to know it?"

"You are just too stubborn and insist on competing with Wang Ning'an for a short while!" Han Wei sighed and said, "Wang Ning'an was not born to know. He modified the amount of food for the people in these days. It was originally seven taels, but later it was five taels. Yesterday it became three taels of basic food, plus performance rewards. Wang Ning'an can study hard and continuously improve adjustments. In a word, he is willing to learn, not everyone can do it."

"I'm willing to learn too!"

Han Zongwu suddenly felt energetic, "Yes, Wang Ning'an also learned it, I, so do I!" Master Han was crazy and kept muttering, as if he had caught a life-saving straw.

From the next day, he became a different person.

When working, I became older and experienced civilians asked for advice. When I was having lunch, I ran to another place with my bowl and observed how others were doing construction.

He followed the civilians and mud, built walls, carried wood, and made beams... No matter how dirty or tired he was, he started it himself. In the past month, he got sunburned with Africans. His skin fell several layers, his arms and legs were covered with bruised scars, and his hands were extremely rough.

Han Wei's chin fell off.

Big nephew, don’t be stupid, go home quickly. If your father sees it, I will tear it apart!

Han Zongwu didn't care at all and smiled slightly, "My father won't be angry, and grandpa won't be. People from the Han family can enjoy the rich and delicious food and eat bitter vegetable roots. My nephew knows what I'm doing."

After saying that, he turned around and went to work hard again. Looking at his nephew's thin figure, Han Wei was really shocked.

My God, is this my nephew?

Have you seen a ghost?

...

Finally, the twenty-family households were complete, and other students had almost completed the houses sooner or later, and there were still a few who left the way during the period.

No matter what, Master Han persisted until the end.

As the days when the people were in power were getting closer, several markets started to make trouble. Some people were injured on Su Shi, and some people were broken on Zengbu's side.

Everyone got together and asked each other. The reason was very simple, that is, the building materials were limited, some were well built, some were in a hurry, some were in a good position, and some were narrow around... In short, everyone wanted good things, and conflicts were inevitable.

After talking for a long time, Su Shi suddenly saw Han Zongwu. When he remembered the friendship between the two, he smiled and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Han, how are you doing there? Is no one fighting for it?"

"No, I have arranged four supervisors." Han Zongwu said lightly.

Zeng Bu immediately became curious and said in confusion: "I have arranged a supervisor, but many people say that supervisors are unfair and beat them up. Brother Han, how did you do it?"

Suddenly, Han Zongwu smiled faintly, "It's nothing, I just asked the supervisor to choose the house in the end!"
Chapter completed!