Chapter Six: The Child Who Loves to Read

  Yun Moyu followed Cui Hong to the main hall, and as he looked around, he saw a middle-aged man with a gentle yet serious face sitting in the central seat. The man was wearing a long black robe with gold embroidery, and a scholar's hat on his head. At first glance, it was clear that he was either wealthy or of high social status. Yun Moyu, who was skilled at observing people, guessed that this man might be the master of the house. Next to him sat an elegant and refined woman whose age could not be discerned, likely the master's wife. Sitting below them was Yang Wenchuan, a young woman with stunning beauty and exceptional talent, and next to her was a robust and spirited young boy who was probably Yang Wenquan.

  When Cloud saw Mo Yu walking over, he looked at Yang Ziting's serious face and smiled kindly at him.

  Seeing the lady smile at him, he felt a warmth in his heart and spoke first: "Sir, madam, I've troubled you both for several days, thank you from the bottom of my heart."

  Yang Ziting heard Yun Moyu call him "Mr." and his eyebrows jumped slightly, saying: "You and I are not in a teacher-student relationship, why do you call me Mr.?"

  "Uh... Mr. He, the term 'Mr.' is a respectful title for older males in my hometown. I'm new here and didn't know what to call you." Yun Moyu was taken aback for a moment before finding an excuse to brush it off.

  "The old man asked you, where are you from?" Yang Ziting continued to ask.

  "Back sir, in my hometown it's 180,000 miles away from here, it's a small place called Dian Nan." Yun Mo Yu had to make something up.

  Joke, my hometown is actually tens of thousands of miles away from here, not even in the same space, how can I answer. Can't say I'm a special forces soldier from Dragon Country, and somehow crossed over to here during a mission, who would believe it?

  "Why come here?"

  "Our hometown was in chaos, and I fled with my younger brother all the way here."

  Alas, I can only come up with this excuse, although it's lame, but there's no other way, this is the only thing that comes to mind.

  "Oh? And where's your brother?"

  "Alas!! We've been separated..." As he spoke, Yun Mo Yu squeezed out two tiny tears that were almost imperceptible, and said with feigned sorrow.

  "Do you still have relatives?"

  "It's all gone..."

  "Where do you want to go?"

  "Nowhere to go!"

  "What plans do you have?"

  "Take it one step at a time!"

  "Ah!!" After asking these questions, Yang Ziting fell into deep thought. He recalled the previous conversation and didn't find any flaws, but he couldn't just take in a stranger so easily. As he thought about this, he looked at his family members present, and when his eyes landed on Yang Wenguan, a sudden idea popped into his mind.

  "What's your surname and given name?"

  "His surname is Yun, and his given name is Moyu."

  "Ah, a name that sounds quite elegant." Yang Ziting's face looked slightly better than before, at least it wasn't tense.

  "Have you read books?"

  Yun Moyu thought for a moment, "I'm afraid that your knowledge and what I know may not be on the same level. As for classical texts, such as the Analects of Confucius and the Three Character Classic, I have studied them before, but more often it was my father forcing me to learn Sun Tzu's Art of War and Thirty-Six Stratagems when I was young. I'm afraid that in your era, these are not relevant anymore." But in order to hastily respond to the present situation, he could only say: "When I was young, my father taught me a few sentences from the Analects of Confucius and the Three Character Classic, and I also learned a few poems from my school teacher."

  "Oh? So you've read some books too."

  "Yes!"

  "I don't know if you would be willing to stay in this prefecture and find a job?" Yang Ziting asked again.

  "With nowhere to go, if sir is willing to take me in, I'd be grateful. Thinking about it, I really have no other place to go, and since someone is willing to temporarily take me in, it's still better to stay, at least I won't have to sleep on the streets."

  "Good! I see you're quite honest, from today on, you'll be my second son's study companion."

  What a nuisance. I'm already twenty-four, yet I've been made to be a book boy. In your era, at my age, sons can probably make soy sauce already. But thinking about it, there's nothing much to say, so I just said: "Yes! Sir!"

  "You don't have to call me 'Mr.' anymore, from today on, you can just call me 'Master' like all the other servants." Yang Ziting was somewhat unaccustomed to being called "Mr." by ordinary people, because in his lifetime he had only taught two students, one of whom was the current Emperor and the other the current Crown Prince.

  "Yes! Old Master!" Yun Mochou understood the principle of adapting to local customs. Anyway, calling him "Old Master" wouldn't put her at a disadvantage.

  Yang Ziting pointed to Yang Wenguan below and said to Yun Moyu: "This is my young son Yang Wenguan, 14 years old this year. From now on, he will be your young master. I have already found a teacher for him, who will arrive tomorrow. You will accompany my son in his studies from now on. There's one thing you need to remember: if the young master is disrespectful to the teacher during lessons, you must not condone his behavior. Instead, you should report it to me or his second sister." As he spoke, he pointed to Yang Wenxin, indicating that she was Yang Wenguan's second sister.

  "Yes! Sir!" Yun Moyu replied respectfully.

  "Dad, I don't want to read books, I want to go to the battlefield and kill enemies like my big brother." As soon as Yang Wenguang heard the old man's arrangement, he was extremely unwilling. Thinking that there would be a teacher coming tomorrow, he quickly got up to veto it.

  "Good grief! Your elder brother has joined the imperial court as a military officer, you must follow in his footsteps and pursue a career in literature. How can you spend your days fighting and killing?!" Yang Ziting's tone was clearly displeased, and he slammed his teacup down on the table, startling Mrs. Yang beside him. Yang Wenguang was her most beloved son, and she had just thought to stand up and defend him, but was stopped by a glance from the old man, and for a moment didn't know what to do.

  "Dad......"

  "Cough...cough..."

  Yang Wenguan wanted to argue, but suddenly heard the two coughs of his second sister, and he knew it was not good. He was afraid that his second sister would get angry and quickly shut up, but when he looked at Yun Moyu with his eyes, there was a hint of malice.

  Everything that happened in the hall was seen by Yun Mochou, especially Yang Wenguang's hateful gaze, but he didn't care. What a joke, would the strongest special soldier of the Dragon Country be afraid of a little kid? He thought to himself: Kid, I've finally managed to get a meal with my brother, don't ruin it for me, or I'll squeeze you to death. As for the beauty in front of him, he also had some thoughts: Hehe, this kid seems to be very afraid of his second sister, can't tell that this little girl is actually quite strong and fierce inside despite her weak appearance, oh hehe.

  "All right, you go down first. Later, I will send a maid to tell you the rules of the mansion." Yang Ziting didn't want to say more and waved his hand to signal Cloud Mo Yu to withdraw.

  "Thank you, sir." Old Cloud didn't want to linger either. This old man was as stubborn as can be, and if he hadn't wanted a place to settle down so easily, he wouldn't have bothered putting on airs in front of him. Indeed, he was now a servant, albeit a book boy, but still a lowly servant nonetheless. After thanking him, he prepared to turn around, but suddenly remembered that the clothes he had crossed over in might still be in the old man's hands, and hurriedly asked again: "Sir, I have something to ask."

  "Speak!" Yang Ziting said with some impatience.

  "I don't know if some small personal items can be returned," Yun Moyu said, worried that the old man would be unhappy in his heart, and continued: "Those items were left by my loved ones, I am now alone, so those items..." The implication was that the old man should hurry up and return the items to him. Those things are useless in their hands, but if they were on him, it would be like adding wings to a tiger. Just think about it, not to mention other things, just one M200 sniper rifle has a record of shooting 2300 meters, in this era where the bow and arrow's range is at most 100-200 meters, that's an ultra-super-super divine instrument.

  Yang Ziting thought for a moment, and it seemed that there was indeed someone reporting to him, saying that the clothes and some strange objects on the rescued person's body were things they had never seen before. At that time, they might have thought it was something from an alien tribe, so they didn't take it seriously and let the servant put these things in the warehouse. However, there is a rule in Yang Fu, which is that anyone who enters the mansion as a servant must hand over their belongings to be kept by Yang Fu, and when they redeem themselves one day, Yang Fu will return these things to the servant. These objects are like the deposit you pay when checking into a hotel in modern society. In this era, it's equivalent to a kind of mortgage.

  After hearing Yang Ziting's explanation, Yun Moyu didn't dare to ask for anything more. Anyway, there was someone in charge, so he wasn't afraid of losing it. Since the other party was a dignified Taifu, he could still be trusted. He would think of another way to get it out later.

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