Inside the house, a huge candle was lit. A middle-aged man with a lilac gold thread embroidered dark patterns stood with his back to the door, and a man with a silver thread embroidered dark patterns seemed to feel like a person of a big age kneeling on the ground. It could be seen that he was trembling and nervous.
After entering the house, Han Jiang saw clearly that there were two people in the house.
One of them was wearing a long gown, the same as the one who greeted him at the door just now, was indeed pink. The age of the book boy should be a book boy who was grinding ink on the long desk.
The other person sat behind the desk and dressed more luxuriously than those present.
When Han Jiang entered, the middle-aged man glanced at the ink when he turned around.
The book boy shook his hand and grinded it to the ground.
The person sitting on the chair sighed clearly, and the middle-aged man standing looked at the one kneeling on the ground: "You disappointed me, your longevity cannot even be polished well."
The man who was kneeling on the ground didn't even dare to raise his head and whispered and roared: "Drag it out and hit ten steps."
Han Jiang understood, but the ink-grinding person was not called Shutong, but Changsui.
But what kind of identity does Changsui have?
Han Jiang still didn't know.
However, this has nothing to do with me. Whether it is the middle-aged man who is angry or the family rules of this family are like this, it is better to treat it as if he hasn't seen it.
At this time, the middle-aged man's eyes fell on Han Jiang's face.
Han Jiang immediately took three steps forward, first bowed ninety degrees, and then kowtowed heavily: "Han Jiang thanked for saving his life, and this kindness will never be forgotten."
The middle-aged man took a step back: "I can't stand this gift, I must save you."
Han Jiang was about to give a new gift when facing the person sitting on the chair, but the man said, "I have received the gift just now. I asked you, your name is Han Jiang?"
"yes."
"That Han, that Jiang?"
Han Jiang replied: "Han Feizi's Han, the Jiang tree in Huainan Zi is in the south." After saying this, Han Jiang regretted it a little. He should have said directly, Jiang, Da Chi. I don't know what dynasty this is, whether it is his own time and space, or whether there is Huainan Zi.
I've said it, it's too late to regret it.
The sitting person nodded, stood up in front of the long desk, picked up his pen and prepared to write down the words Han and Jiang. The pen dipped in ink, but it was colorless.
The middle-aged man who was already standing there glanced at the room. His Changsui had just arrived outside the door and was supervising the servants to use the family rules for his son Changsui.
At present, the most suitable person to grind ink is his son.
When the middle-aged man glanced at his son, Han Jiang stepped forward and picked up the ink strip.
"I am willing to polish ink for my benefactor."
"Okay." The noble man put his pen on the pen holder and stood beside him with his hands hanging down.
Han Jiang spent a high price to take Chinese studies courses before traveling through time, and he knew how to grind ink.
Han Jiang first used a small spoon to add water to the inkstone. The ink should be vertical, and the force should not be light or slow, and the force should not be ground randomly. He should draw circles slowly. It is best to use his left hand. Han Jiang's movements are very light and slow.
This way, the ink is very slow, but not only does the noble man not hurry, he also has an expression of appreciation.
There are not many young people who can calm down and polish ink.
His nephew was even worse, and he didn't want to think about his nephew and grandson kneeling there.
After ten minutes, the ink was ground, Han Jiang wiped the ink strips clean and took them back into the special box, and lowered his hand to the side.
After the noble man wrote the words Han and Jiang on the paper, he wrote three more words: Han Tuozhou.
Han Tuozhou is the name of this noble man. He calls himself the Lord because he is indeed a duke. Han Tuozhou glanced at Han Jiang and Han Jiang stood very straight.
Confidence is seen countless people. The most Han Tuozhou saw is hunched with his chest and his body bent slightly forward. Because people need humility and need to learn respect.
People standing with their legs together, slightly apart, and standing with their chests straight are mostly powerful people.
Han Jiang's standing posture is very interesting. He seems to be standing with his legs, but he is supported by only one leg and the other leg is empty, and it seems that he can step away at any time. Han Tuozhou said in his heart that this child is very cautious.
Something interesting.
Thinking of this, Han Tuozhou said: "My surname is Han. Since Xiaolang also has Han, can I call him a son and nephew?"
Han Jiang was obviously stunned for a moment.
He never expected that he was rescued by someone who traveled through time, but he was still with the surname Han. Is this fate or a coincidence?
However, since the other party is very kind, he cannot be thousands of miles away from others.
Han Jiang retreated and bowed: "This is a blessing for the younger generation."
Han Tuozhou said again: "This is my nephew, then this is my nephew."
Han Jiang gave a favor, but didn't know what to call him, which was a bit embarrassing because he really didn't know what to call him at this time.
But the middle-aged man smiled happily: "I am Han Tongqing, my son Han Qi."
Han Tuozhou asked at this time: "Brother Jiang, where did you come from? You have read books, but you don't know how to be polite, and no one has taught you?"
"I am ashamed of myself. I have read some miscellaneous books, but I am not polite."
But from that church.
This question stopped Han Jiang. He knew which church he came from, but this was something that happened before time travel. He couldn't figure out what era this time and space is now, but I didn't say it, is it appropriate?
Han Tuozhou didn't urge him, and picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of water slowly.
Han Jiang gritted her teeth, and the expression on her face fell into Han Tuozhou's eyes. Han Tuozhou could see clearly that the young man seemed to have made great determination.
Han Jiang said: "Both parents died, no relatives or reasons, and there was no hall name when they were left here."
The descendants of the Han family do not have a hall name.
Han Tuozhou thought to himself that Han Jiang had obviously read books and was very smart. He didn't know or didn't understand, or did he not want to say it.
Just a moment of surprise, Han Tuozhou smiled slightly: "It's already late, Brother Jiang, go and rest."
Han Jiang stood up and bowed.
Han Tuozhou ordered: "Come here, take Brother Jiang to rest and arrange..." Han Tuozhou hesitated, turned his head to look at Han Jiang and asked: "Brother Jiang, I will ask you. In my early years, I adopted two orphans, one of whom was practicing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the other was practicing martial arts. They were all used as assassins, one was good at poisoning and the other was good at needles. I planned to arrange one to serve you, and you would choose literature or martial arts."
Han Jiangxin said, is it even more uncomfortable to be poisoned or stabbed to death?
Since the other party made it clear, it should not be planning to take his own life, or to test it, or to send someone to monitor it. Since that's the case, it should be nothing wrong to choose any one.
Han Jiang replied: "I will choose martial arts for you."
"Why choose martial arts?"
Han Jiang: "My origin is unknown. Mr. Han is a great master here. There is actually no difference between literature and martial arts. It is easier for someone to monitor me."
Chapter completed!