"What? Do you want to copy books for your senior brother?"

"I have mixed this gourd wine with water eight times. Can you get drunk?"

Gao Erhu's expression was confused.

"I'm not drunk... I know how to write, and I can write."

"Don't worry, I don't have the ideal of being a disciple of the servant and will not take your place."

Qin Jinyang said seriously.

After three times in a row, my mind was no longer confused, my hands became more and more stable, and there was no big problem with writing.

In this world, there are a few people who know literacy and are scarce to learn skills.

"I'm not afraid of you robbing the position. Senior Brother Feng Duoying is kind-hearted and cannot go back on his word. The last servant violated the rules of the sect, and the senior brother pleaded for mercy, otherwise he would be beaten to death on the spot."

"But you can't write, either... If you copy a book instead, you will be punished with a higher level of guilt."

Gao Erhu looked at the deepest room and sighed.

A long time ago, inner disciples thought of this method.

He hoped that Qin Jinyang could copy books so that Feng Duoying could be more comfortable, and copying books would be really painful.

Feng Duoying is kind to the high school tiger.

"A coincidence, I'm best at copying handwriting."

"Let's try it first, be a living horse. It would be fine if my handwriting didn't work, what if it works?"

Qin Jinyang smiled.

The skill of copying handwriting has nothing to do with the golden fingers, it is his own talent. When he was a child, Qin Jinyang earned a lot of spicy strips at school.

"You don't have parents in the village. I heard that your godfather is a fortune teller. It turns out that you can write... Unfortunately, you were in the mailroom and ruined this ability."

The second-year-old tiger slapped his forehead.

"Yes, you can write, and you can also write!"

During these three days, Qin Jinyang's mind was drowsy. As the roots and bones improved, many of the original owner's memories began to emerge.

The original owner's life experience is miserable.

There was no father and mother, and a godfather was a fortune teller. In the drought in a drought, the Taoist priest entrusted his connections to send the original owner to the villa, but then disappeared.

The original owner is actually just literate and cannot write.

Therefore, when he entered the villa, he didn't mention it at all. It was useless to just read. If he could write, he would not be a coolie.

"Okay, I'll go and ask my senior brother."

"After that being said, your ambition is not a disciple of the attendant. Could it be that you still want to be an inner disciple? Haha!"

Gao Erhu quipped.

For their servants, attendants and disciples are equivalent to reaching the sky in one step.

"I not only want to be an inner disciple, but I also want to be the master of the hall, an elder, or even the owner of the manor... Do you believe it?"

Qin Jinyang also brags about it casually.

"I believe it, of course I believe it. If you become the emperor, I will believe it... When you become the emperor, I will be your personal eunuch, hahahaha... you boy, humor... waiting for my news..."

Gao Erhu stood up.

This belly is getting bigger and bigger.

Qin Jinyang sighed, and at the same time he was also vaguely worried... Does the poison of the chicken's head exist?

...

Feng Duoying was trapped and was irritated.

The irritability that I want to die.

You can hit me.

I can also whip it.

Why did I need to copy books?

This is my life.

With a brush in his hand, Feng Duoying was fighting with his eyelids, and he was considering pricking his legs.

It's also weird. As long as you have a pen in your hand, you can't help but fall asleep.

It was so easy to let me go to the top of the mountain for five laps, but I tormented me with copying books.

Master, you are so poisonous.

In Houshengtang, copying books is a hard indicator for the assessment of disciples. Every year, there are disciples who are expelled because they fail to copy books.

Although he has a special status and cannot be expelled from the villa, his father's punishment is not a joke. Moreover, he is embarrassed, and his father will also be embarrassed. He is much more stressed than others.

"Young master, it's me, the second-year high school tiger!"

Gao Erhu knocked on the door lightly.

Only he, the servant, is qualified to enter the young master's yard. Without recommendation, Qin Jinyang could not get close to him at all.

"Tiger? You haven't rested so late? I'll call you if you need it, so you don't have to stay up late with me."

Feng Duoying opened the door and her handsome face was particularly haggard.

"Young Master, I want to tell you something..."

Gao Erhu hurriedly introduced Qin Jinyang.

"Copying books? Don't harm me. Once the master notices me, I will be even worse than I am now..."

Feng Duoying subconsciously refused.

Last year, he followed other senior brothers and went to the town to hire someone to copy books, but unfortunately he couldn't hide it from the master. He was eventually locked in a small dark room for a month, isolated from the world, and life was worse than death.

"Try it! You check it yourself."

The tiger path of the second high school.

"Hmph, I, Feng Duoying, is a talented person, just copying books. As for finding someone to replace me? Let him come in first, and I will identify the face of the liar... It's weird, is there anyone in the jail hall who can write?"

Feng Duoying sighed: The master is right, there are actually countless times when it comes to lazy things.

There is still some expectations in the dark.

...

"Unbelievable...unbelievable!"

Qin Jinyang secretly sneaked into the young master's study, and without much greeting, he started copying directly.

After just writing more than a dozen words, Feng Duoying was stunned and shockingly awesome.

This level of copying cannot be said to be similar, it can only be said to be exactly the same.

Including some of my own little habits, it is absolutely true.

This is awesome!

Talent.

My servant hall is actually a place where the tiger is crouching and the dragon is hidden.

"call……"

Gao Erhu saw Feng Duoying's expression shocked and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

There is a chance!

Qin Jinyang copied books very quickly, and his serious look actually made people feel a little respectful.

Is this a scholar's aura?

...

"It turned out to be a martial art, and this book was not copied in vain!"

Qin Jinyang sighed while copying books.

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Name: Qin Jinyang

Identity: Helan Villa miscellaneous

Root bone: mud grade [Next stage: rotten wood grade (3/10)]

Martial Arts: "Dajiang Gong" (Introduction)

Potential: 0 points

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To be continued...