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Chapter 31 – 031【Sweet Weather】

Chapter 31 031【Smooth weather】

“But the big boy shouted: ‘Change, change, big, big!’ In an instant, he became as tall as a mountain. Every time he took a step forward, the ground shook…”

“A toad spirit came and shouted: ‘Little baby, you surrender quickly, or I will teach you to eat hob meat!’ The big baby ignored it, and stepped on it, just like stepping on a bedbug. Haha , hey, just got trampled…”

In the gazebo, Fei Chun was talking about “Gourd Baby”.

Moreover, the water was very strong, all kinds of onomatopoeia, and I also added my own lines, and performed some fighting moves by the way.

What Zhao Han finished in a quarter of an hour, Fei Chun could talk about for a quarter of an hour.

“it is good!”

“Give me a reward!”

Schoolboys big and small cheered in unison, and their bookboys stepped forward one after another and dropped copper coins into Fei Ruhe’s bookcase.

Fei Ruhe was eating melon seeds, his heart was already full of joy.

“…Boom! There was a loud noise, the gourd fell to the ground, and a doll in orange clothes came out. Cough cough! If you want to know what happened next, let’s listen to the next chapter to break it down!”

Fei Chun is more ruthless than Zhao Han. He only breaks the chapter after the first baby is finished, and leaves the button of the second baby’s birth.

“Keep talking, give a reward quickly!”

“What kind of supernatural power is Erwa?”

“Is Dawa caught dead?”

“…”

All the schoolchildren were yelling, their hearts were itchy, and they couldn’t wait to hear it all in one breath.

Fei Ruhe continued to eat melon seeds.

Fei Chun raised his hand and shouted: “Students, be quiet, be quiet! Every day, I can only talk about one episode. But, I have gourd seeds here, which I specially asked for from the mountain god. Take these seeds and let them grow every day.” Enshrined, gourds can be planted in spring. A gourd seed only costs five qian, that’s all, if you don’t pay enough, you won’t be able to buy it!”

“Can you really grow gourd babies?” a schoolboy asked.

Fei Chun replied: “As long as you water well, you can really grow gourds!”

“Then I’ll buy ten seeds.” The schoolboy said excitedly.

Fei Chun shook his head: “No, the seeds are precious, and each person is limited to one. At most, your book boy will be counted.”

There is a purchase limit?

That must be a good thing!

The children from the rich family paid for it one after another, and the children from the poor were envious, and they all fantasized that they could grow gourd babies.

Hanzhu Academy is divided into private school and academy.

Hanzhu Private School is divided into Mongolian Hall and Classical Hall.

The Mongolian Museum teaches preschool reading materials, which are basically for children of a few years old.

The Four Books and Five Classics taught in the Jingguan are all schoolchildren who have not passed the entrance examination.

These people who are willing to spend money to buy gourd seeds are mostly under the age of twelve, and most of them are young children, holding the seeds and laughing silly.

Fei Ruhe and Fei Chun rushed back to the bamboo forest, where Zhao Han was practicing stabbing.

“Divide the money, divide the money!” Fei Ruhe was elated.

Listening to books as rewards, plus selling gourd seeds, earned a total of 16 taels and 5 coins, plus more than 700 various copper coins.

Three people share equally, and each gets 5 taels of silver and 238 copper coins.

Fei Chun sincerely flattered and said: “My brother is really a genius. He came up with a good idea to make money. You have to pay so much in a day. After you finish telling “Gourd Baby”, you still can’t earn hundreds of taels?”

Zhao Han said coldly: “Why is it so easy? Gourd seeds are a one-off sale, and you can only earn a few bounties from now on.”

Fei Chun smiled and said, “It’s enough to earn money.”

With the silver in his hand, Fei Ruhe felt a great sense of accomplishment in his heart, and said happily: “In the past, I was spending money, but today I can make money. Brother Han will be my military advisor from now on!”

“Master, what should I do then?” Fei Chun asked hastily.

Fei Ruhe said: “You are the general under my command!”

“Okay, you three liars!”

Suddenly, Fei Yuanjian appeared with his followers and threatened: “I’m going to tell the head of the mountain, you three cheated my classmates of money!”

Fei Ruhe clenched his fist and asked, “Who saw that I cheated money?”

“Exactly!” Fei Chun hid behind the young master.

Zhao Han asked: “We are storytellers, classmates give rewards, what you love and what I want, how can it be considered cheating money?”

Fei Yuanjian said: “You sell fake seeds!”

Zhao Han said with a smile: “Who said it’s a fake seed? Plant it in spring, it’s easy to cultivate, and it will definitely grow gourd vines.”

“It will definitely not grow a gourd baby!” Fei Yuanjian said.

Zhao Han turned around and asked Fei Ruhe: “Master, did you say that you can grow a gourd baby?”

Fei Ruhe shook his head: “No, I just said that it can grow gourds.”

Zhao Han said with a smile: “Since that’s the case, isn’t it a lie?”

“Yes, no deception!” Fei Chun cheered.

Can you still do this?

Fei Yuanjian was at a loss for words, blushing and said: “I don’t care, you must share your money with me. Otherwise, I will report to the head of the mountain!”

Fei Ruhe smiled and said, “You go and sue, I want to sue you for bullying your classmates!”

“You…you wait. Hmph!”

Fei Yuanjian left angrily, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

He wasn’t angry that he didn’t get the money, but he was envious of the other party’s limelight. Whenever Fei Ruhe said something soft, Fei Yuanjian would immediately choose to join, and follow them to show off and deceive others.

“Uncle Fifteen, shall we sue?” a schoolboy asked. This fellow is quite senior, he is Fei Ruhe’s uncle.

Fei Yuanjian said: “What kind of man is a sue?”

His book boy asked: “Then how can you bear it like this?”

Fei Yuanjian thought for a while: “Let’s find someone to vent out!”

There is a small stream one mile away from the private school. Xu Ying often practices writing here after school.

He hadn’t passed the Tongsheng exam yet, so he couldn’t get funding, so he had to buy pens, ink, paper and inkstones at home. This was unbearable, so I used branches as pens and creek mudflats as paper, and practiced calligraphy here every day.

Kaimeng study is considered a schoolboy. After passing the first two passes of the boy’s test, you can be promoted to a boy student and have the qualification to be a scholar.

Xu Ying started relatively late, if she wants to become a child, she will have to work hard for at least another year or so.

Holding a branch in her hand, Xu Ying sat cross-legged by the stream, practicing lower script stroke by stroke.

“Hit him!”

Sudden shouts came from behind, so frightened that Xu Ying quickly dropped the branch, hugged the rag schoolbag tightly, and lay down on the spot waiting to be beaten.

Actually, in recent days, he has rarely been beaten.

Because he didn’t fight back, the fight was meaningless, and Fei Yuanjian was looking for another target.

But today Fei Yuanjian is very aggrieved, he has to find someone to vent his anger on, and Xu Ying is the perfect one.

Punched and kicked for a while, Xu Ying endured the pain and didn’t cry out, she only hoped that the beating would be over soon, and then seize the time to continue practicing calligraphy.

“Drag his schoolbag out!” Fei Yuanjian shouted.

Xu Ying finally couldn’t help it, and yelled in horror: “Don’t grab my schoolbag, hit me, hit me quickly!” Shouting and crying, “I beg you to hit me quickly, don’t grab my schoolbag. Woohoo, hit me quickly…”

The schoolchildren didn’t care, some pulled Xu Ying’s arms away, and some took the opportunity to **** their schoolbags.

Fei Yuanjian poured out all the items in the schoolbag, picked up a cobblestone-ground inkstone, and said with a sneer, “What broken stone? I don’t even want to send it to me. Throw it out for you and replace it with a new one.”

Plop!

The inkstone was thrown into the creek.

Xu Ying wanted to rush out to pick it up, but was held down by the schoolboy.

Fei Yuanjian picked up “Four Books Collected Notes” again, flipped through it casually, and threw it into the water, and said with a smile, “Mr. praised you as a child prodigy. I think you are a child prodigy, how can you go to class without books!”

“my book!”

Xu Ying roared suddenly, and she didn’t know where the strength came from. The four of them didn’t hold him down, and they scrambled and jumped into the creek to pick up the textbooks floating on the water.

Ancient books are also divided into grades. This is the worst type of privately printed movable type. When I first bought it, many places were blurred.

Now soaked in the stream, it will be over immediately.

Xu Ying picked up the “Four Books Collected Notes”, touched the cobblestone inkstone, and waded to the other side of the stream to check.

Turning page by page, Xu Ying burst into tears. His books and ink ingots were all bought from the old hen sold at home!

Fei Yuanjian was quite proud of his loveless appearance, and the depression in his heart was swept away, and he laughed and led his followers to play.

Afternoon, class.

Pang Chunlai looked at the empty seat with a frown, and asked a farm boy, “Why didn’t Xu Ying come?”

There are also many types of farmers.

There are poor peasants, rich peasants, tenant farmers, and even rich tenants!

Hao Dian refers to the tenants clinging to the big clan, obtaining a large amount of land (permanent tenancy rights), and then recruiting long-term and short-term workers for farming. They flattered the gentry and exploited the tenant farmers, and their methods were more ruthless than most tyrants, because they would definitely lose money if they didn’t squeeze hard.

The farmer in front of me is a big tenant farmer attached to Fei. His goal of studying is not the imperial examination, but to build a good relationship with the young master of the Fei family, so he has been working as Fei Yuanjian’s attendant.

“Sir, I don’t know.” The farmer replied with his head bowed, guilty.

Pang Chunlai asked: “You and Xu Ying are in the same village, how could you not know?”

The farmer buried his head lower: “I really don’t know.”

Pang Chunlai realized that something was wrong. Xu Ying insisted on going to school even if she had a minor illness. What’s more, she was still there in the morning, so why didn’t she disappear in the afternoon?

“Who is going to find Xu Ying?” Pang Chunlai asked.

“Sir, I’ll go!”

As long as they are not Fei Yuanjian’s followers, they all enthusiastically raise their hands to sign up, Fei Ruhe even stood up directly.

Looking for people is false, wandering around the mountains is true, as long as you don’t stay in the classroom.

Pang Chunlai closed his eyes, held the ruler and said, “You all go.”

In an instant, most of the classroom was empty, only Fei Yuanjian and his little brother were left.

Pang Chunlai asked: “Why don’t you go?”

“Huh?” Fei Yuanjian panicked, and quickly stood up, “Go, go, I’ll go.”

Fei Ruhe is like a bird out of its cage, happily wandering all over the mountain.

Zhao Han asked: “Where does Xu Ying usually go?”

“How do I know? I’m not his father?” Fei Ruhe said with a smile.

Zhao Han thought for a while: “Go to his house first.”

Fei Chun interjected, “I know where his home is.”

After walking for about fifteen and a half minutes, Zhao Han came to the village at the foot of the mountain.

Fei Chun pointed forward: “Through this small bamboo forest, Xu Ying’s house is just a few dozen steps away.”

The three of them entered the forest when they suddenly heard a noise.

Going over to look, it was a farmer who was digging a hole, and there was a bamboo basket beside him.

Zhao Han walked over and asked: “My countryman, have you seen Xu Ying?”

The farmer turned around abruptly and saw that they were three children, so he continued to dig the hole and said in a low voice, “I didn’t see them.”

“Zhao Han, let’s go, why are you standing there?” Fei Ruhe urged.

Fei Chun also asked: “What’s wrong with brother?”

Zhao Han stared at the bamboo basket, trembling all over, and finally chose to leave silently.

In the bamboo basket was the corpse of a baby. Although it was covered with rags, bruises and handprints were faintly visible on the neck.

Having a child can’t support you, so you can only strangle it and bury it…

This is the rich and prosperous Jiangnan, and this year’s Qianshan Mountain has a good weather!

(end of this chapter)