"Lian Sheng is here." Butler Wang has a simple face and a smile on his lips. He looks friendly and gives people the feeling that he is easy to get along with.
"Yes." Lin Liansheng responded. Without saying anything more, he took out the purse that was placed close to his body and said, "This is five taels of silver for this month."
Butler Wang's smile widened. He took the purse and weighed it in his hand. "Not bad. I knew you were a sensible person, Liansheng." Then, with a frown, he changed the subject and said, "However, starting next month, it will be increased to eight taels."
"Eight taels?"
"That's right." Steward Wang looked at the surprised Lin Liansheng and explained in a rather "kind" manner, "You know, this little boy is eating me to death. Lansheng is in the growth stage right now, and he eats too much. I can hardly afford it."
Lin Liansheng sneered in his heart. For an ordinary family of eight, one tael of silver is enough to live for a month. But five taels of silver a month is not enough for an eight-year-old child. Do you really think he is stupid?
Even so, Lin Liansheng couldn't show any anger. He said, "Butler Wang, I really can't afford eight taels. Let's stick with five taels."
Steward Wang looked Lin Liansheng up and down, his gaze finally landing on his pretty face, and said meaningfully: "If you are willing, Liansheng, there will always be a way."
He glanced at the silent Lin Liansheng again, snorted coldly, and said impatiently: "Forget it, if you don't want to, just pretend I didn't say anything. Just give him as much as I have. If there's really nothing left, then there's nothing I can do."
Beneath his sleeves, Lin Liansheng clenched his fists tightly. A sinister glint crossed his indifferent eyes, but soon, the sinister look was replaced by a sense of powerlessness. His long eyelashes hid the churning emotions in his eyes. He simply said, "I understand. I'll send eight ounces next month."
The impatience on Steward Wang's face faded away, and he turned happy: "Liansheng, that's right. Don't worry, Lansheng is my godson after all, I won't treat him unfairly."
After saying that, Butler Wang quickly returned to the Wang residence.
Lin Liansheng stood there, the abnormal blush on his cheeks deepened a little, his head was still dizzy, and besides the pain, he felt a little weak.
For a moment, Lin Liansheng felt as if he was being suffocated by something. His back bent slightly, and it took him a long time to stand up again. He walked back step by step until he came to a corner, from which he could see the gate of the Wang family.
He stared at the gate without blinking, quietly, as if waiting for something.
I don't know how long it took, but two people walked out of the gate.
There were two boys. The boy in the front was about ten years old. He was wearing expensive silk and satin. It was obvious at first glance that he was a pampered young master.
Behind him followed a rather thin little boy, about seven or eight years old, carrying a large, seemingly heavy bookcase on his back, trying to keep up with the young master. He was dressed simply, clearly dressed as a servant.
When they came out, Lin Liansheng's eyes were fixed on the little boy behind them. His previously dim eyes finally had a glimmer of light, and he murmured, "Lansheng..."
Lansheng is Lin Liansheng's younger brother and is now eight years old.
A few years ago, their parents died unexpectedly, and Lin Liansheng and his younger brother Lansheng were raised by their uncle's family.
But how could my uncle's family really be kind to them brothers?
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