The Little First Grand Secretary in My House

Without seeing the other party, the little fat man introduced himself: "My name is Mao Badou, and Badou, who is so tall, also means that I have badou surplus."

Xue Tingyan couldn't bear it, and asked, "Your family is rich?" If not, why don't you reiterate that the Ming family has surplus food.

Mao Badou scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "My family has no money, just opened a small grocery store. This name was given to me by my grandfather, so he said it when he saw him."

It turned out to be the origin of family studies.

Xue Tingyan couldn't help but smile, said: "My name is Xue Tingyan."

"This name is rather chatty. By the way, where are you from?"

"I am from Yuqing Village in the countryside of Huyang."

The two were talking, and another person pushed in and walked in.

This person is quite tall, but has a handsome face, and looks like he is also a person from a village in the countryside of Huyang. Sure enough, after the introduction of the little fat man Xue Tingyan knew that this person was called Li Datian and his grandfather was Lizheng of 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 room last year, so they have known each other for a long time.

Because Mao Badou was a nonsense, together with Xue Tingyan could not help but say a few more words to them. While the three were chatting in full swing, the last person in the house also arrived.

It was a thin, gloomy and silent teenager. It looks like the family is not good, the clothes are patched, the shoes on the feet are also broken, and they don't talk to people when they come, so they put their burdens to the position near the door and lower their heads to kang.

"Ting Yan, you are new here, I will take you around." Mao Badou enthusiastically said.

Xue Tingyan did not refuse, and the three of them brought out the gate of the house.

This house is located at the left rear of the library, and then to the front is Shepu. The so-called shooting garden is the place where you can practice shooting. There were six arts of gentleman in ancient times. The so-called six arts are ritual, music, shooting, imperialism, writing and counting.

From the previous dynasty, the imperial examination system was gradually improved, and the craftsmanship was used as the standard for selecting officials in the court. This gentleman's six arts were gradually abandoned. In addition to rituals, books, and numbers still surviving, imperialism, music, and shooting are no longer the standard of being a gentleman, that is, a reader, but have become a vassal.

Although the Shepu is standard in places such as counties, states, prefectures, and even the Imperial College, so many schools and academies have followed suit, but it is just a decoration. In Qingyuan Academy, this is where students relax and entertain.

She Garden is not large, about half an acre, but it is planted with many plants. This is the time when everything is recovering, and there is a thriving green everywhere.

All the way to Shepu along the trail, seeing no one on the left and right, Mao Badou whispered to Xue Tingyan: "Then Chen Jian is a bad match, you usually talk less than him."

Seeing this battle is not just a bad match, is there any gap between the two? But when Xue Tingwan asked if nothing happened, Mao Badou was reluctant to say more, and even the honest Li Datian was also shy.

After having a conversation with the two, Xue Tingyan also can see that they are not a deep-minded generation. They say bad things about people for no reason, and it is almost impossible for them to come out. So what is wrong with Chen Jian?

Because neither of them wanted to mention it, Xue Tingyan didn't ask too much, and could only keep things in mind.

Although it was the first day of the opening of the museum today, it was for students to settle in. After the saints were sacrificed tomorrow morning, the sir would open the lecture.

These were told by Mao Badou to Xue Tingyan. Not only that, he also told Xue Tingyan a lot about this school.

For example, there are more than 30 students in the school, but there are only three people in the words of the husband. One of them is the owner, so the school is very nervous.

These more than 30 students are divided into two classes, Class A and Class B. In fact, Class A is a student with outstanding academic performance, while Class B is for those who have failed to pass the initial entrance exam or the quarterly exam. For example, Xue Tingyan was a freshman, naturally in Class B, and Li Datian and Mao Badou were also in Class B. They belonged to people with poor academic performance.

"I didn't make the ranking when I got into trouble when I took the exam last year. If it wasn't so bad, I was admitted to Class A and it was drizzle to let the owner teach it personally."

Li Datian honestly scratched his head: "Although the family has high hopes for me, my own ability is clear, that is, I will go home to learn the land for a few years, and I will wait to pick up my grandfather." This is the only thing he has alone.

Chen Jian of the same name is also in Class B. In Mao Badou's words, he is a mediocre generation. However, Mao Badou's words were extensive, so Xue Tingyan made a discount in his heart.

However, at this point, he also has a general understanding of the entire Qingyuan Academy.

The three walked around the school and went back to the number house.

There are more than ten rooms in the hostel, all in a courtyard. They are all busy and settled today, so the room is particularly noisy. But when the three returned to their house, Chen Jian was reading at his desk.

His bunk is not good, next to the door, and far away from the window. The door was closed because of the noise outside, so the light was very dim, and I didn't know how he read.

Seeing the three people push the door in, Chen Jian looked up at them, and no one continued reading. Regardless of what Mao Badou said before, this man was a hard worker, and Xue Tingyan was secret in his heart.

Because nothing happened, and there was an ‘uncommon’ person in the house, the three were also not suitable for talking and laughing. Li Datian found the book, and Xue Tingyan took out the book he had copied half.

Mao Badou approached Xue Tingyan curiously to see him copying 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 school, and there were people he knew in the left and right houses.

The room was very quiet, and suddenly Mao Badou ran in from the outside and said, "Ting Yan, someone has sent you something."

"What?" Xue Tingwan stunned.

Mao Badou shook the copper lock in his hand: "Listening to Saifu, it's a girl's house."

He talked up and got up, with a strange smile on his face: "Tell me about it, which girl's house? Is it your younger sister? She looks like water and water ..."

Li Datian pulled him back with embarrassment, and said to Xue Tingyan with embarrassment: "Don't pay attention to him, he just doesn't have a formal shape, but he doesn't have bad heart."

Xue Tingyan naturally knew that he took the bronze lock and said to Mao Badou: "Not my sister, but my wife."

Both men's chins were startled, and Chen Jian, who had been looking down at the book for a long time, couldn't help but read it.

"You have a wife, how old are you?"

Don't look at Mao Badou is not big, only fifteen, but he boasted that he looks old. But Xue Tingyan was not very big in his poses, certainly not more than fifteen, why did he marry his wife?

Although it is early for men and women to get married, it is usually men who are 17 to 18 years old and women 15 to 6 years old who are married. The man is less than fifteen, and it is indeed too early.

"We haven't gotten married yet, so I can get married after fifteen."

"That's your fiancee? Your little wife is so kind to you. I ran so far in order to give you a lock. Do you want to lock you, or do you want to lock your heart?"

Since reading and literacy, Mao Badou seems to have opened the door to a new world, and there are always some peeping about pornography. Especially when the book is popular nowadays, most of the pocket money his father gives him every month is contributed to it.

However, Xue Tingyan doesn't know about it yet. Only when the little fat man is a townman, he has a lot of knowledge, so his mouth is slippery. Fortunately, he has other adventures. The words of Meng Lang scared to death.

He pushed away the fat face that Mao Badou had put together, tried the lock, and turned to hang the lock on the lock of the cabinet: "It's not a lock, it's not a lock, it's a lock."

The paved Mao Badou stomped his wrist and said that he was incomprehensible and Bai wasted his expression.

It was noon soon, and it was time for lunch.

Hearing the gongs outside, he collapsed on the motionless Mao Badou when he came back, and he sat up all of a sudden, almost not overturning the inkstone on the Xue Tingyan case next to him.

Unconsciously, he took two large bowls from the cupboard and turned over.

"Hurry up, it's too late to eat leftovers."

Xue Tingyan shook his head helplessly, packed up the debris on the plan, and turned the rice bowl out of the cupboard and left the shop.

All three planned to go to the canteen for lunch, but Chen Jian did not move. It wasn't until the three people went out that Xue Tingyan saw from the corner of his eye that he had moved.

The dining hall is located in a small courtyard next to the building.

A spacious chalet with more than a dozen square tables and stools. There were already many students in the dining room, either wearing school shirts or short browns, and moving forward in a long line.

Mao Badou stomped his wrist: "It's late again!"

The dining hall is for unified meals. Generally, students bring rice from their homes to the kitchen of the school. The kitchen will issue a stamped paper ticket to the students to provide meals with the tickets.

The amount on the ticket is one or two, according to the exchange of rice grains. Before Xue Tingyan came to the school to pay the teacher's ceremonies and pay the repairs, he gave fifty kilograms of food to the kitchen in exchange for a large number of tickets.

This meal ticket is not only for food, but also for food, but only simple vegetarian dishes, very cheap. Of course, there are also meat dishes. This is a little stir-fry. Only when the students want it, the kitchen will cook it now.

It was finally the turn of Xue Tingyan and others, and the two cauldrons for serving vegetables had bottomed out. One is to burn Bai Song, and the other is to burn winter melon. Both dishes are white, and it seems that the cooking skills of the cooks are not very good, and they look white and greasy, which makes people appetite.

Mao Badou slapped: "Yes, this dish seems to have no appetite. Fortunately, I was fairly wealthy just after opening the museum. I invite you both to eat a little stir fry."

He didn't wait for Xue Tingyan to talk to Li Datian, he took out a meal ticket bravely, and counted a pile of money for the fasting man who was in charge of cooking.

"Give me a big sauerkraut stuffed meat, and then another meat fried with sour beans, it should be large portions."

After all, Xue Tingyan had just known each other, so he had to be polite, but Li Datian stopped it before he could speak.

"You will do a good job that day. You can't save these food tickets for a few days. Instead of letting him abuse him, we can eat it for him. When he spends his time in the end, we will invite him again."

Xue Tingyan blinked. Although he was a little puzzled, he didn't say much.

A little stir-fry came up in a moment, and two small pots were packed full of tips, even if all three were half-sized kids. The three of them beat another bowl of rice, and they found an empty table and sat down.

The selling of these two dishes is not good, but it is surprisingly delicious. Mao Badou said while eating: "I don't see it. In fact, the skill of the shaman in our kitchen is quite good, that is, there is no hue in cooking."

The sour beans are sour and spicy, and they eat very much. Even Xue Tingyan couldn't help but eat several mouthfuls of rice.

Mao Badou's interest came again: "Yes, you tell me about your little daughter-in-law, how do you two know each other? But the words of the parents' matchmaker's words? I don't see it! It looks like two little lovers themselves Right eyed privately for life! Gee, why is it so much like the story of the Western Chamber, please tell me quickly. "

Xue Tingyan's face was helpless.

Zhaoer and Jiang Wu left the Qingyuan Academy and went to the lock shop to buy a copper lock.

Anyway, Zhaifu at the door refused to let her in, but only towed Zhaifu to hand over, and the two people got on the car and walked back.

"Zhao'er, what are you going to do next? If not, I'll walk around with you?" Jiang Wu, sitting on the cowl, was distracted by Zhao Er while he was driving the car.

"Still not, Brother Jiang Wu, you will find a place to stop the car later, I change my clothes, and then I take you to do business."

"Do it today?"

"Yes, do it today! It's been too busy for a while, otherwise I'll go to you long ago."

After a further walk, Jiang Wu found a remote place to stop the car.

Zhaoer put down the car curtain and opened a small bag at hand.

Jiang Wu sat outside, beating for a moment. Thinking wildly, the curtains of the car were lifted, and a man dressed as a man came out from the inside.

"Go, go to Nanshi."

He glanced at her.

At this time, Zhao'er couldn't see the girl's family at all. His tall, thin body, wheat-colored skin, and a pair of sword eyebrows flew straight into the temples. Underneath were small and large eyes, but they were extremely dark and bright. The whole looks neither too masculine nor too feminine, but it has an eye-catching charm.

Zhao'er men's clothes look good, women's clothes look better, Jiang Wu has seen them.

Sometimes he couldn't figure it out, how could that thin and tiny girl grow up like this.

Unconsciously, that's it, so he couldn't remove his eyes.

"Brother Jiang Wu, what's wrong? But there is something dirty on my face?" Zhao'er asked, touching her face.

This girl is a stubborn, if she let her know her intentions, she must avoid seeing him, or slowly, if you can let the boy accept himself, things will become a big half.

Thinking about it this way, Jiang Wu smiled and said, "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about what you plan to do with me to do business."

Zhaoer smiled cunningly: "You'll know later."