Yongchang committed a blasphemous and treacherous sin by openly demanding more porridge, and for the next week he became an important prisoner, and was kept in solitary confinement in a dark room because of the foresight and compassion of the council.

During the day, he only knew how to cry sadly, and when the long night came, he would always stretch out his little hand and cover his eyes, trying to keep the darkness out, and he would curl up in the corner, trying to fall asleep.

He shuddered from time to time, and pressed his body closer and closer to the wall, as if he felt that when darkness and loneliness came on all sides, the cold, hard wall also became a barrier.

Yongchang did not enjoy the benefits of exercise, social fun, or even religious comfort during his time of solitary confinement. As far as sports were concerned, it was a cold day at this time, and he was allowed to bathe in the slate yard every morning, and Mr. Bull was present to take care of him, and in order to avoid Yongchang catching a cold, he always took a rattan and whipped him very diligently, giving him a feeling of heat all over his body.

When it came to socializing, he was taken into the children's dining hall every other day and whipped in public as an example.

Every evening, when the time for prayer came, he was kicked into the dark room, where he was allowed to listen to the children's collective prayers as a way to comfort his soul, showing that he was far from being deprived of the benefits of religious consolation.

The council added a special clause to the prayer, calling on the children to pray to God to bless them to be noble, good, contented, and obedient people, and not to commit the sins and misdeeds committed by Yongchang, and this prayer clearly declared that he was under the special protection of the evil forces, and that it was purely a product made in a factory run by the devil himself.

Yongchang is in such a situation of auspicious stars shining and being cared for.

One morning, the chimney sweeper Lao Gan came out into the street, and he had been thinking about how to pay the rent he owed, and the landlord had become quite impatient.

No matter how well Lao Gan's abacus was hammered, he couldn't make up the amount of five oceans he needed. Desperate for the arithmetic problem, he took a short stick in his hand, knocked on his head in turn, pumped his donkey, and as he passed the nursery, his eyes caught by the sign on the door.

"W-hmm." Lao Gan spoke at the donkey.

The donkey was now completely absent-minded, and he was probably wondering if he could get a cabbage or two as a reward after unloading the two bags of soot from the cart, so he did not hear the command, and continued to walk on slowly.

Lao Gan roared, and scolded at its head, focusing on its eyes. He rushed forward and looked at the donkey's head, but fortunately it was a donkey, and the other beasts must have already blossomed.

Then, Lao Gan grabbed the donkey's head and twisted it fiercely, politely reminding it not to make up his own mind, which made it turn around.

Lao Gan then came to the donkey's head again, and asked it to stay honest and wait for him to come back.

Lao Gan got all this done, walked to the gate, and read the poster. In fact, he didn't know the words on it, he only knew the silver. When it comes to silver, there will be good things.

Gordon in the white vest stood by the door with his hands behind his back, and he had just expressed a meaningful feeling in the conference room.

He had already witnessed this small dispute between Lao Gan and the donkey, and when he saw the guy come up to read the notice, he couldn't help but smile smugly, and he could see at a glance that Lao Gan was the kind of master that Yongchang needed.

Lao Gan listened carefully to what Mr. Gordon said, and he was also smiling: Five oceans, no more, no less, right in the middle. As for the child who went with the money, Lao Gan knew the food standards of the nursery, and it was expected that he would be a suitable little line; Just used to sweep chimneys.

Mr. Gordon smiled and said, "What do you think of him?" ”

"If the diocese is willing for him to learn a light trade, it will be a good job to sweep the chimney," said Lao Gan, "and I happen to lack an apprentice, and I want him." ”

"Come in." Gordon said. Lao Gan delayed behind for a moment, he slapped the donkey on the head again, and tugged on the reins with him, warning it not to go away without permission, and then followed Gordon in.

After listening to Lao Ganzhong talk about his wishes, a gentleman said, "This is a dirty job." ”

"There used to be children suffocating in chimneys." Another gentleman said.

"I was going to tell them to come down, but before the fire was lit, the straw was wet," said Gan, "and then there would be no smoke and no fire." If you want to urge the child to come down, the smoke of all kinds will not be a problem at all, it will only smoke him to sleep, and he is desperate.

Little devils, fierce to death, too lazy to die, gentlemen, there is nothing more agile than a red fire, and they come down at a trot. Gentlemen, this is too kind, that is, in case they stick to the chimney and bake the footboard, they will have to come down quickly. ”

The gentlemen seemed to amuse this argument. The directors gathered together and discussed for a moment, their voices were very low, and the others only heard a few words, "save money," "read the books," and "publish a report with a lead print." It is true that the reason why these words can be heard is also due to the fact that they have been repeated many times and emphasized.

The secret conversation finally stopped, and the trustees returned to their seats, solemn again, and Mr. Gordon said, "We have considered your application, and we will not accept it." ”

"Absolutely not." Said the gentleman in the white vest.

"Strongly disagree." The other directors followed.

Some people say that three or four apprentices have been killed by Lao Gan's old fist, and he has been saddled with such a small notoriety for some time.

He thought to himself that the Board of Directors really couldn't tell what was going on, and that they might think that this off-topic matter would affect the ongoing transaction. If that's the case, it's a far cry from their usual style.

"Do you want to give him to me, gentlemen?" Lao Gan stopped by the door and asked.

"Yes," Gordon replied, "at the very least, given that this is dirty work, we think the subsidy bar must be lowered." ”

Lao Gan's face suddenly brightened, and he returned to the table with an arrow step, and said, "How much, gentlemen?" Say it. Don't be too cruel to a poor person. How much do you give? ”

"I should say, three oceans at most." Mr. Gordon said.

"Hey." "To four, gentlemen," said Gan. Only four of you, and you'll be done with him forever. ”

"Three and a half." Mr. Gordon didn't let up.

"You're asking for my life, gentlemen." Lao Gan hesitated.

"Phew. Bah. Nonsense. The gentleman in the white vest said, "It's just that it's not subsidized, whoever gets it will be cheaper for him, you stupid guy, take him away." This kid couldn't be more suitable for you. He couldn't do without a stick all the time, which was good for him, and it didn't cost much to take care of the food, and the boy hadn't been fed since he was born. Hahaha! ”

Lao Gan glanced at the directors sitting around the table with a strange look, and found that all the faces were smiling, and a smile gradually bloomed on his face.

The deal was negotiated.