Seeing that the other party didn't speak, the little fat man introduced himself: "My name is Mao Badou, and Badou is only eight buckets tall. It also means that the family has eight buckets of surplus food."
Xue Tingxiang couldn't help but couldn't help but asked, "Your family is very rich?"
Mao Badou scratched his head in embarrassment: "My family doesn't have much money, so I just opened a small grocery store. My grandfather bought it for me, and he said that when he saw it."
It turned out to be a family background.
Xue Tingxiang held back his smile and said, "My name is Xue Tingxiang."
"It's quite a tongue-in-cheek name. By the way, where are you from?"
"I am from Yuqing Village in Huyang Countryside."
The two were talking when another person pushed the door and walked in.
This person is quite tall, but his face is simple and honest. Judging by his appearance, he is also from a village in Huyang Countryside. Sure enough, after the introduction of the little fat man, Xue Tingxiang knew that this person was called Li Datian, and his grandfather was Lizheng from Dawang Village.
Mao Badou and Li Datian have been studying here for two years. This year is the third year. The two lived in this house last year, so they have known each other for a long time.
Because Mao Badou was a chatter, even Xue Tingxiang couldn't help but say a few more words to them. While the three of them were chatting hotly, the last person in the room arrived.
He was a thin, gloomy and silent young man. He looked like his family was not in good shape, his clothes were patched, and his shoes were broken.
"Ting Yuan, you are new here, I will show you around." Mao Badou said enthusiastically.
Xue Tingxiang did not refuse, and the three led out the gate of the house.
This house is located at the left rear of the library, and further ahead is Shepu. The so-called shooting garden is the place where shooting is practiced. In ancient times, there were six arts of a gentleman.
In the past, the imperial examination system was gradually improved, and craftsmanship was used as the standard for the selection of officials by the court, and the six skills of the gentleman were gradually abandoned. In addition to the rites, books, and numbers that still exist, imperial, music, and archery are no longer the standard of a gentleman, that is, a scholar, but have become arty things.
Although this shepherd is standard in places such as counties, prefectures, prefectural schools, and even Guozijian, many academies and academies have followed suit and imitated it, but it is just a decoration. In Qingyuan Academy, this is where students relax and entertain themselves.
The shooting garden is not big, only about half an acre, but many plants and trees are planted. This is the time when everything is recovering, and there is a thriving green everywhere.
All the way along the path to Shepu, seeing no one left or right, Mao Badou whispered to Xue Tingxiang: "That Chen Jian is not easy to get along with, you usually talk less than him."
Looking at this battle, it's not just that it's not easy to get along with each other, is there any rift between the two? But when Xue Tingxiang asked about nothing, Mao Badou was reluctant to say more, and even the simple and honest Li Datian kept it a secret.
After talking with the two of them, Xue Tingxiang could see that the two of them were not scheming people who spoke ill of others for no reason. Most of them couldn't do it. So what's wrong with Chen Jian
Because neither of them wanted to mention it, Xue Tingxiang naturally didn't ask much, and could only keep things in mind.
Although today is the first day of the opening, it is for the students to settle in. After the sacrifice of the saint tomorrow morning, the teacher will open the class.
These are what Mao Badou told Xue Tingxiang. Not only these, he also told Xue Tingxiang a lot of things in the school.
For example, there are more than 30 students in the academy, but there are only three students in the school, and one of them is the owner of the school, so the teacher in the school is very nervous.
These more than 30 students were divided into two classes, class A and class B. In fact, class A were all students with outstanding academic performance, while class B were those who failed to pass the quarterly or annual exams. For example, Xue Tingxiang was a first-time student, so he was naturally in Class B, and Li Datian and Mao Badou were also in Class B. They were people who were not good at school.
"I also had a stomachache during the annual exam last year, so I didn't get in the ranking. If it wasn't so unlucky, it would be a drizzle to get into Class A and let the owner of the museum teach in person." Mao Badou said shamelessly.
Li Datian scratched his head honestly: "Although my family has high hopes for me, I know my own ability, that is, I have learned a few years to go home and farm the land honestly, and I will wait for my grandfather's position in the future." Li Datian's family He is the only seedling to say this.
Chen Jian, who is in the same house, is also in Class B. In Mao Badou's words, he is a person of mediocre aptitude. However, Mao Badou's words were exaggerated, so Xue Tingxiang gave a setback in his heart.
But so far, he has a general understanding of the entire Qingyuan Academy.
The three walked around the academy and returned to the hall.
There are more than ten dormitories in this dormitory, all of which are in the same courtyard. Today is busy with settling, so there is a lot of noise in the dormitory. But when the three returned to the house where they were, Chen Jian was at his desk reading a book.
His bunk was not good, next to the door and far from the window. Because of the noise outside, the door was closed, so the light was very dim, and I don't know how he read books.
Seeing the three of them push the door and enter, Chen Jian looked up at them, and continued to read as if no one else was there. Aside from what Mao Badou said before, this person is a hard worker, Xue Tingxiang pondered in his heart.
Because there is nothing to do, plus there is a person who is 'not gregarious' in the room, the three of them are not suitable for chatting and laughing. Li Datian found the book and looked at it, while Xue Tingxiang took out the half of the book he had copied.
Mao Badou curiously approached Xue Tingxiang to watch him copy the book. After reading it for a while, he felt bored and ran out of the house. According to Li Datian, Mao Badou was very popular in the academy, and there were people he knew in the left and right rooms.
It was very quiet in the dormitory, and suddenly Mao Badou ran in from outside and said, "Ting Yan, someone has brought you something."
"What?" Xue Tingxiang was taken aback.
Mao Badou shook the copper lock in his hand: "According to Zhaifu, it's a girl's house."
As he spoke, he leaned over and said with a strange smile: "Tell me, which girl's house is it? Is it your sister? She looks like she's not shrewd..."
Li Datian pulled him back with embarrassment on his face, and at the same time said to Xue Tingyan embarrassedly: "don't pay attention to him, he just doesn't have a straight face, but he has no bad intentions."
Xue Tingxiang naturally knew that he took the copper lock and said to Mao Badou at the same time, "It's not my sister, it's my daughter-in-law."
Both their jaws dropped in shock, including Chen Jian, who had been reading with his head down, couldn't help but look over.
"You have a daughter-in-law, how old are you?"
Don't look at Mao Badou, he's not too big, he's only fifteen, but he prides himself on being old. But Xue Tingxiang is obviously not very big, definitely no more than fifteen, why did he marry a daughter-in-law
Although men and women get married early these days, it is generally only at the age of seventeen or eighteen for men and fifteen or sixteen for women. The man is not satisfied with the 15th marriage, it is indeed a little early.
"We haven't gotten married yet. I'll get married when I'm fifteen."
"Is that your fiancee? Your little daughter-in-law is so kind to you. You run so far to give you a lock. Do you want to lock your person or your heart?"
Since he started reading and literacy, Mao Badou seems to have opened the door to a new world, and he has not peeked at any lewd lyrics and erotic songs. Especially the popular words book, most of the pocket money his father gave him every month was contributed to it.
But Xue Tingxiang doesn't know about it yet. He just thinks this little fat man is from the town. He has a lot of knowledge, so he is slick. Fortunately, he has another adventure. Meng Lang's words were frightened to death.
He pushed away the fat face that Mao Badou had come up to, and after trying the lock, he turned around and hung the lock on the lock of the cabinet: "It's not to lock the person, let alone the center of the lock, or the locker."
Mao Badou, who was under the bed, stomped his feet and choked his wrists, saying that he didn't understand the style and wasting his expression in vain.
It's almost noon, it's time for lunch.
Hearing the sound of the gong outside, Mao Badou, who had been paralyzed on the floor when he came back, suddenly sat up and almost overturned the inkstone on the table next to Xue Tingxiang.
Without realizing it, he took two large bowls from the cabinet and turned over to the bunk.
"Come on, if you're late, you'll have to eat leftovers."
Xue Tingxiang shook his head helplessly, cleaned up the sundries on the case, and also took out his rice bowl from the cabinet and went down to the shop.
All three planned to go to the dining hall for lunch, but Chen Jian didn't move. It was not until the three of them went out that Xue Tingxiang saw him move from the corner of his eyes.
The dining hall is located in a small courtyard next to the house.
A spacious large room with more than ten square tables and benches. At this time, there were already many students in the cafeteria, either wearing student shirts or short browns, and they were slowly moving forward in a long line.
Mao Badou stomped his feet and choked his wrists: "It's too late again!"
In the dining hall, meals are served in a unified manner. Generally, students bring their own rice and grains from their homes to the school’s kitchen. The kitchen will issue a stamped paper ticket to the students, and the meals will be served with the ticket.
The amount on the ticket is one or two, which is exchanged according to the rice grains handed in. When Xue Tingxiang came to the academy to pay respects and pay for repairs, he gave 50 catties of food to the kitchen in exchange for a lot of meal tickets.
This meal ticket is not only for meals, but also for dishes, but only simple vegetarian dishes, which are very cheap. Of course, there are also meat dishes. This is a small stir-fry. Only when the students ask for it, the kitchen will make it.
Finally, it was Xue Tingxiang and others' turn, and the two cauldrons for the dishes had already bottomed out. One is burning Bai Song, and the other is burning winter melon. Both dishes are white, and it seems that the cooking skills of the cooks are not very good. They look greasy and unappetizing.
Mao Badou slapped his hand: "Well, this dish doesn't look very appetizing. Fortunately, I was relatively wealthy when the restaurant opened. I'll treat you two to a small stir-fry."
After he finished speaking, he did not wait for Xue Tingxiang and Li Datian to speak, so he boldly took out a handful of meal tickets and counted a stack for the Zhaifu who was in charge of the meal.
"Give me a large sauerkraut stuffed pork, and another fried sour beans with meat, both of which will be large portions."
After all, Xue Tingxiang had just met the other party, so naturally he had to be polite, but before he could say anything, Li Datian stopped him.
"Just do one good deed that day. He won't be able to save the meal tickets for a few days. Rather than let him spoil it, let's eat it for him. When he runs out of money in the latter half of the year, we'll invite him again."
Xue Tingxiang blinked, although he was a little puzzled, he didn't say anything more.
After a while, the stir-fry was served. The two small pots were filled to the brim. Even if the three of them were half-sized boys, it was enough to eat. The three of them ate another bowl of rice, then found an empty table and sat down.
The appearance of these two dishes is not good, but the taste is surprisingly good. Mao Badou said while eating: "I don't see it, in fact, the cooking skills of our kitchen are quite good, but the cooking has no color."
The sour beans were sour and spicy, and they were very tasty. Even Xue Tingxiang couldn't help but eat several mouthfuls of rice.
Mao Badou's interest came again: "By the way, tell me about your little daughter-in-law, how did you two know each other? But the words of your parents' matchmaker? I don't think so! It's like two little lovers watching for themselves. Eye-to-eye and private life! Tsk tsk, why is it so similar to that West Wing, tell me about it."
Xue Tingxiang's face was helpless.
Zhao'er and Jiang Wu left the Qingyuan Academy and went to the lock shop to buy a copper lock.
Unexpectedly, Zhaifu at the door didn't let her in, but he had to drag Zhaifu to hand it over, and the two got into the car and walked back.
"Zhao'er, what are you going to do next? If not, I'll accompany you around?" Jiang Wu, who was sitting on the carriage, asked Zhao'er distractedly while driving the car.
"Not yet, Jiang Wu-ge, you can find a place to stop the car later, I'll change my clothes, and then I'll take you to do business."
"Do it today?"
"Yes, I'll do it today! I've been too busy for a while, or I'd have gone to find you long ago."
After walking for a while, Jiang Wu found a remote location and stopped the car.
Zhao'er lowered the curtain of the car and opened a small bag at hand.
Jiang Wu sat outside, his heart pounding for a while. Just as he was thinking wildly, the curtain of the car was pulled open, and Zhao'er dressed in men's clothes came out from inside.
"Let's go, go to Nanshi."
He glanced at her.
At this time, Zhao'er can no longer be seen as a girl. He is tall and thin, with wheat-colored skin, a pair of sword eyebrows flying straight into his temples, and his eyes are not too small, but they are particularly dark and shiny. The overall look is neither too masculine nor too feminine, but it has an eye-catching charm.
Zhao'er looks good in men's clothes and even better in women's clothes. Jiang Wu has seen it before.
Sometimes he couldn't figure out how the skinny little girl back then had grown up like this.
It happened before he knew it, and he couldn't move his eyes.
"Brother Jiang Wu, what's wrong? But I have something dirty on my face?" Zhao'er asked while touching his face.
This girl is stubborn. If you let her know her heart, she will definitely avoid seeing him, or slow down. If she can make that kid accept her, then the whole thing will be half.
Thinking of this, Jiang Wu smiled and said, "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about what business you plan to take me to."
Zhao'er smiled slyly: "You'll find out later."