Lin San? Household servant selection contest? Lin Wanrong almost fainted, can't even use his real name, and still has to be called Lin San? What kind of thing is this household servant selection contest anyway? Recruiting a household servant requires a selection process?

  Wei Da Shu saw through Lin Wan Rong's thoughts and smiled: "The name is just a symbol, I believe you don't want your great name to appear on the list of servants in the Xiao family either. As for what the household selection contest is, don't worry about that, just remember my words, you have to go to the Xiao family as a servant. However, it seems like there will be many people competing with you for this position, you must work hard and not let others take your rice bowl."

  Lin Wanrong only then remembered that once Wei Da Shu left, his meal ticket would be gone and he would have to start supporting himself. According to what he said, going to become a household servant was actually Wei Lao Tou finding him a rice bowl? Unfortunately, although Lin Wanrong didn't care about this broken rice bowl, there were still many people eyeing it covetously. If he didn't work hard, who knows if he could even pass the exam to become a household servant? That would be truly embarrassing.

  It's just that selecting a few family servants also requires holding a recruitment fair, and I don't know who came up with this idea, which is not ordinary at all.

  During Lin Wanrong's brief hesitation, Wei Da had already walked far away. Lin Wanrong chased out the door, but where could he still see his shadow? This blind old man, his footsteps were really fast.

  Lin Wanrong had no choice but to face reality, if he was still a man, he would have to take his promise seriously and honestly go to Xiao's house to be a servant for a year.

  It's only a year, anyway. Just muddle through and it'll be over soon. Let's just say I'm going to the pigsty for a year of tempering. As for what that old man said about making a name for myself, that's just nonsense. If I went to tell the old master of the Xiao family, "Master, I want to make a name for myself," I'd definitely get beaten out of there with a stick.

  Having thought this through, Lin Wanrong felt much more at ease. As long as he could get through that so-called house selection and then muddle along for a year, he would be free.

  The so-called household servant selection contest was equivalent to a "job fair". Thinking about it, Lin Wanrong smiled wryly in his heart, feeling embarrassed that he had to start making money again.

  This day with serious injury on his body, Lin Wanrong did not think of anything else and honestly stayed at home to rest.

  Wei Da Shu left behind a small thatched hut, the furnishings inside were extremely simple, except for two beds there were only some books and classics. Lin Wan Rong casually flipped through them and found that many of them were imperial collection books, he didn't know where Wei Da Shu had stolen them from.

  Lin Wanrong's mood had calmed down, and he was still curious about this world he came to, so he opened these books and started reading. Although the classical text was complicated with traditional characters and had to be read vertically, Lin Wanrong felt dizzy and his eyes were blurry, but in order not to become a "literary ignorant" of this era, he could only persist with difficulty.

  At the end of Qin, during the Chu-Han contention, in Lin Wanrong's time, it was Xiang Yu who lost and died at Wujiang River. However, in this world, Xiang Yu won, beheaded Liu Bang, established a powerful Great Chu, and he and Yuji became the founding emperor and empress of Great Chu.

  History has branched out here, and Lin Wanrong indeed arrived in another space. This space is as real as the previous one he was in. It's like a great river that has only formed different tributaries.

  In this space, due to the extinction of Liu Bang, the historical development is completely different from that of Lin Wanrong's time. For over a thousand years, the Huaxia region has been plagued by constant strife, with more than a dozen dynasties rising and falling after the Great Chu dynasty. It wasn't until over a hundred years ago that the Zhao surname emperor established the powerful Great Hua dynasty. The dynasty before the Great Hua was called the Great Song dynasty, coincidentally, the corruption and incompetence of this Great Song imperial court is almost identical to the Great Song that Lin Wanrong was familiar with.

  But when it was transmitted in space, it also triggered a reversal of time, so Lin Wanrong returned to the age of 18 or 19, but his mind was still at the age of 25.

  In short, Lin Wanrong not only returned to his 18 or 19 years of age but also inexplicably came to this strange space, which can be said to be a brand new world.

  Lin Wanrong had a faint feeling that the mysterious event happening to himself was a leap across different times and spaces, which might be an important clue to deciphering this multi-dimensional world. Unfortunately, he could no longer go back. These worries about heaven's affairs would have to be left for more Einsteins to rack their brains over.

  Lin Wanrong sighed for a moment, then put aside other thoughts and continued to study history. The day passed in his diligent studies, Lin Wanrong was so engrossed in the sea of books that he didn't even notice the pain from the wound on his shoulder.

  A good night's sleep, and the next morning, the internal organs that were injured by Xiao Qingxuan no longer ached. The purple mark on his shoulder also faded away. As Old Man Wei had said, this small amount of poison was not enough to kill someone.

  I don't even know what kind of ointment Old Wei gave to Lin Wanrong, the wound on his shoulder has already scabbed over, and it's much stronger than the surgical stitches he saw in his time. Next time I see him, I'll have to get some more from him to keep on hand.

  After dressing up, Lin Wanrong was quite satisfied with his elegant appearance in the copper mirror, although the cloth shoes on his feet were still open-mouthed. However, Lin Wanrong didn't care about it anymore. He despised those who judged people by their appearance and wouldn't bother talking to them. Besides, he looked absolutely fine, just a bit shabbily dressed.

  Out of the door, stroll around on the main street first. To be honest, Lin Wanrong is not very familiar with this Jinling City. The only place he has been to a few times is Xuanwu Lake, which is not far from his residence. As for which direction the gate of Xiao's house faces, Lin Wanrong has never seen it before.

  On the street, Lin Wanrong ate two fried dough sticks and drank a large bowl of soy milk. He couldn't help but pat his bloated belly, thinking that in this world, there was no such thing as gutter oil or moldy beans - everything was genuine and authentic green food. With a flourish, he tossed down three copper coins, shouting "No change needed!" before striding off in his tattered cloth shoes.

  After walking a few steps, I suddenly realized that I didn't know where Xiao's house was, so I pulled aside an uncle next to me and said, "Uncle, may I ask..."

  Uncle directly interrupted Lin Wanrong, handed something to Lin Wanrong and said: "Is it for participating in the Xiao family's household selection examination? Ah, this is a route map, five copper plates for one. What, you want one for one copper plate? Little brother, you're too ruthless, not even covering the cost. At least three copper plates. Alright, alright, low profit and high sales, two copper plates for two."

  Lin Wanrong handed him two copper coins, took the two thin guide route maps, and asked: "Uncle, the Xiao family is also recruiting housekeepers on such a large scale, and it looks very urgent. Is this job really that good?"

  Considering the two copper coins, the uncle opened his mouth: "Young brother, you haven't been here for long, have you? Alas, you know that this year is not easy to find a job. The Xiao family is a well-known big household in Jinling City, although their prosperity has not been as good as before in recent years, but a thin camel is bigger than a horse, and the treatment of their servants is very good. Even the lowest-level servant has a monthly salary of one or two silver coins, let alone mid-level and high-level servants. Moreover, there are red envelopes and benefits during festivals, and the welfare is also very rich. So the number of applicants is endless. I'll tell you, from this morning to now, I've received no less than 100 people, all young men like you, and many talented scholars, who also want to sign up."