The old man was taken aback as he turned his head around, only to see a handsome young man who emitted an obvious scholarly aura squeezing to the front of the slaves. His face was flushed red, but his lips were pale. Anxiously licking his lips, he continued, "Old mister, I have studied much of the historic archives, and examined scriptures like Songtao, Qilue, Dashu, Shengyu, Lanzhijing, Daodewen. I am also skilled in art, multiple instruments, and mastered the way of tea. Sir, can you purchase me as well?"
The old butler raised his brows, and he slowly replied, "I am procuring slaves for hard labor, not a teacher."
"I can do labor as well!" Liang Shaoqing replied, and racked his brains to think of what labor he could possibly do. "For example, I can prepare the ink, cut the paper, arrange scripts, Oh, and I can boil water, fetch water, split firewood…"
