After Xiong Ting finished speaking, he didn't even have the strength to support himself and collapsed on the ground.
Xiong Shi listened and was silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into hearty laughter.
"Hahaha, okay, uncle really did not misjudge you."
Xiong Shi stood up and helped Xiong Ting up.
"Uncle, what are you doing?" At this time, Xiong Ting still looked confused, not knowing what was going on.
Xiong Shi smiled and explained: "When I asked you to leave the Baochao Lifting Department, I wanted to transfer you to another place to work. I didn't mean to make you lose this job. Why are you so solemn? "
Xiong Ting just couldn't pass the exam, but it didn't mean there was something wrong with his IQ. At this time, he still didn't understand that his uncle was deliberately testing him.
He smiled bitterly and asked: "Uncle, what are you going to do? My nephew was really scared to death by you just now."
Xiong Shi didn't hide it. He was testing Xiong Ting just now. Although he didn't know what the real situation was, he could feel it from Han Du's words. This matter is no small matter.
Just in case, Xiong Shi naturally had to test Xiong Ting, and Xiong Ting's performance satisfied Xiong Shi. Being able to give up his precious money to carry out such a good job as a scribe just because of his own words shows that Xiong Ting is a person who knows how to repay his kindness and is also a trustworthy person.
"What, you can't bear to take this job?" Xiong Shi asked jokingly with a smile.
Hearing this, Xiong Ting's bitter smile became even stronger, and he whispered, "How can I give up such a good job?"
He raised his head and looked at his uncle and sighed: "To be honest with you, when my nephew nodded in agreement, his eyes were full of the eyes of his parents, wife and children looking at him with smiles. At that time, my nephew didn't know that after he returned, How to face them."
When Xiong Ting nodded and agreed, he was really heartbroken. If it weren't for the thought that "a drop of water's kindness will be repaid by a spring of spring" supporting him, he really wouldn't be able to say the words.
Xiong Shi patted his nephew on the shoulder and comforted him: "Okay, it's all over."
Then he sat down opposite Xiong Ting, picked up the tea cup and took a sip before continuing: "Don't blame your uncle for testing you. This matter is really no small matter."
"Uncle, what exactly do you want me to do?" Seeing his uncle's seriousness, Xiong Ting asked in confusion. After asking, he added, "Uncle, my nephew has said it before. My nephew can give up the errand of bringing treasure money to the office, but he will not do anything that violates laws and disciplines."
Xiong Ting has parents, wife and children, and just wants to live a stable life. Of course, if while living such a life, his income could be higher and his family's life better, then Xiong Ting would not refuse. But he would not do anything illegal, even if his uncle was kind to him.
"Don't worry, it's a good thing." Xiong Shi smiled and gave his nephew reassurance first.
After pondering for a while, Xiong Shi continued: "Master Han Duhan, do you know?"
Xiong Ting was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly, "I know." Can you not know that Han Du is the Treasurer's Office? Xiong Ting was working in the Baochao Tiji Division to earn a living. If he didn't even know who the current Tiji Master was, then he might as well go home and hold the child.
Maybe Han Du didn't notice Xiong Ting, but Xiong Ting must know about Han Du.
"Your Excellency has a shop and wants to find a shopkeeper to look after it. I would like to recommend you to go there." Xiong Shi finally told his nephew the reason.
Be a shopkeeper?
Xiong Ting's face turned bitter. He never thought that being a shopkeeper would be such a devaluation. This does not mean that he will earn less as a shopkeeper than he does now. Maybe he will earn more than he does now. But this person, after having enough food and drink, will want some respect from others.
Although he was an errand clerk in the Baochao Office, when the neighbors saw him, who wouldn't call him "sir"? If he becomes a shopkeeper, when acquaintances meet in the future, people will just call him Shopkeeper Xiong?
Seeing his nephew's expression of embarrassment, Xiong Shi comforted him softly: "When Mr. Han told me to find someone, he always told me to find someone trustworthy. I'm thinking that this matter may not be as simple as it seems."
Seeing that his nephew was listening carefully, Xiong Shi continued.
"Uncle, I'm not young anymore. I'm lucky enough to be able to sit in my current position in the Baochao Lifting Division until my death. But you are different. You are still young and can still fight hard."
Fight? How to work hard? Is being a shopkeeper just about working hard? Besides, he is just a boy who is not even a scholar, and he actually thinks the same as his uncle. Being able to work till death on the job of the Treasure Bank Lifting Division is already considered a blessing, so what else is there to strive for?
Xiong Ting didn't understand.
Seeing that his nephew looked confused, Xiong Shi had no choice but to continue explaining: "The palace maids in the deep courtyard are destined to be prostitutes and concubines when they are retired; the romantic singers are sometimes matched as wives. Don't think that if you don't get fame, it will be like this for the rest of your life." Yes. Who can say clearly what will happen in the future?"
"Although Mr. Han's official position is small, it is temporary. The Baochao Tiju Division will definitely become an important yamen in the future. If you can pass this time and get into Mr. Han's eyes, my uncle will still rely on you in the future."
Xiong Ting now understood what his uncle meant, and he quickly stood up and said gratefully: "My uncle is a great kindness, and my nephew will remember it in his heart, and he will not dare or forget it."
Xiong Shi waved his hand, motioned for his nephew to sit down, and sighed: "Besides, people often say that the prime minister's concierge is a seventh-rank official. But which seventh-rank official dares to be on an equal footing with the prime minister's concierge?"
Xiong Ting knew what his uncle meant. Being able to serve as a concierge for a prime minister is much more comfortable than being a seventh-grade official. If he can catch Han Du's eye this time, he will be able to follow Han Du's rise to prominence in the future. At that time, is it really that important to be an official or not?
Xiong Ting figured it out instantly. He said quickly: "Yes, yes, my nephew obeys all uncle's orders."
Seeing that his nephew had thought it through clearly, Xiong Shi told him carefully what Han Du had ordered, and emphasized that he should pay careful attention to every treasure note he received.
"Why is this?" Xiong Ting was puzzled. Since it's a business, doesn't he, the shopkeeper, only have to be responsible for matching the numbers? Why should you pay attention to Baochao?
Xiong Shi's face suddenly became solemn, and he sighed: "Don't ask, you ask me, I don't know. You just need to do as required. Knowing too much is not good for you."
Seeing his uncle's expression, Xiong Ting finally understood that his uncle really didn't scare him on purpose.
