Back the sun had already set, and many shops were closed. There was no way to go to the mahogany home to see the plaque and compare the price, so they went directly to the square carpenter shop, and after paying a deposit of 500 Wen, they agreed to take it eight days later.

Because there was one more person, he had to ask for an extra room for the store, but Ying Qi still slept on his own bed, and Xue Yun very humbly said that he had to be a maidservant, so he would make a bunk on the floor. And Zhou Chungui lives in another room, so he can naturally sleep on the bed.

At the end of the next day, because of the extra money spent this time, the three of them could only nibble on the dry food they brought and join Chen Dalang.

"Xueyun, you can sing, what else are you going to do?" Now that it has been decided that it is his own small job, Yingqi naturally wants to make the best use of it.

"Miss, I will, oh yes, I will embroider. Xue Yun paused for a moment, and almost said that he knew how to do kung fu. Hurry up and come back. replied to Ying Qi.

"You still embroider?" this surprised Ying Qi. Therefore, I didn't pay attention to her shining god either.

Although I had heard in my previous life that people in ancient times could embroider, she fell into a peasant house and has not seen anyone who can embroider so far. When her mother made clothes, she only made a few pieces of coarse cloth.

Or it could be that her family has no money and no embroidery thread.

"Hmm. Because my father and I were wandering around, and I didn't have much money from singing, I made my own clothes. But after all, I had to sing outside, so I couldn't wear coarse cloth clothes, so when I was a child, my father lived in Suzhou for a while, where almost every family could embroider, so he studied with his neighbors for a while. Xueyun explained.

"It's also a skill. Use it when you need it. Ying Qi thought about it, Ba County, where her home is now, doesn't seem to be very popular. After all, there are not many large families.

chatted all the way, and soon returned to Ba County.

"Mother, we're back. Do you think I don't?" Ying Qi shouted at Zhao Yulan as soon as she entered the door.

"Are you back?" Zhao Yulan hurriedly greeted him.

"Are you tired, are you hungry? ”

"Sister, I also peeled the eggs for you. Fu Yi also rushed out.

"Brother, you are going to study, you have to keep the focus. Ying Qi looked at her brother with a smile.

"Got it. Fu Yi immediately stood aside with his head held high.

"It's a snow cloud. Zhou Chungui introduced.

"Hello madam, good young master. I am the maidservant of the young lady. Xueyun hurriedly introduced.

Ying Qi glanced at her a little strangely, how could she introduce her as my maidservant. Maybe I thought it was better to stay by my side as a girl, so I didn't say anything when I thought about it.

"Handmaid?" Zhao Yulan was a little strange.

Zhou Chungui saw that Xueyun emphasized that she was a servant, so he no longer bothered about this issue. So he carefully explained the origin to Zhao Yulan.

Zhao Yulan quickly accepted, because there were not enough rooms at home, and in the end, a few people discussed, so they added a smaller bed in front of Yingqi's room to let Xue Yun sleep.

On the first day of the fourth month, Zhou Chungui sent Fu Yi to a private school.

On this day, Zhao Yulan prepared four small steamed buns, six small buns, and a little fragrant brine for Fu Yi for lunch.

When it was time for lunch, the classmates took out the lunch they had brought and took it to the courtyard to eat.

The twelve schoolchildren, because Mr. Song has only been running a private school for a few years, are all children between the ages of five and ten. They are Song Mingfeng, the son of the county official, He Guangyao, the son of the fast catcher, Fan Haoyan, the grandson of the Fan family of the scholars, Chen Sheng, the nephew of the rice shop owner, Fang Sheng, the son of the restaurant owner, Guan Jingmo, the nephew of the restaurant owner, and the other five are all children of ordinary people, Zhou Rongze, Zhao Xuan, Zhao Yu, Fang Liangkai, and Fang Mingrui.

The five children who lived in Mr. Song's house brought hot meals to their mothers as soon as noon.

The others were either from the families of officials or from the families of the rich, so all of them brought food to wait when the time came. Therefore, Zhou Fuyi was the only one who brought dry food.

However, because the family is not allowed to enter the private school, the schoolchildren, regardless of their parents' status, eat together at the table under the big locust tree in the courtyard.

"Yo, come and see what the Zhou kid brought? As soon as Fu Yi took out the fragrant brine, Chen Sheng jumped out.

As the children of rich families, they grew up with fine clothes and fine food, where have they eaten these.

Zhou Rongze and the others saw it, and they didn't know what to say, after all, going into the water was inedible in everyone's cognition.

"A poor ghost, what kind of school are you going to study!" Guan Jingmo said disdainfully.

"What people eat is none of your business. You eat very well, and you have not seen you grow three heads and six arms. Before Fu Yi came back to his senses, He Guangyao helped him go back.

"It's enough to eat, you think everyone is like your family. The guy who relies on his father, what's the point. "Follow Zhao Yu to also say support.

"Yo yo yo, then I said Zhou Fuyi, it's your business again. Chen Sheng huffed.

"Alright, let's eat. Song Mingfeng glared at a few people and began to eat. As the eldest and the son of a county official, as soon as he spoke, everyone suddenly dared not open his mouth.

Fu Yi, as the central character, didn't say a word, and then this farce was over.

Shrugging his shoulders, Fu Yi consciously sat with Zhao Yu and them. Song Mingfeng and the three sat on one side, and Chen Sheng sat on the other. It is clear that there were three small groups.

"Fu Yi, can you really eat this?" Sitting down to eat together, Zhao Yu asked Fu Yi softly.

"Really delicious. I just don't know how you feel. My mother and sister made it very clean. Try a little?" Fu Yi encouraged him.

"Good. Although Zhao Yu supported him, he was still a little suspicious of his lunch, and finally saw several people looking at him, in order to show his courage, he sandwiched a chopstick and marinated fat intestines.

"It's so fragrant and delicious. "I feel like there is a taste of fragrant marinade between my mouth.

"I'll give you another taste of this. Fu Yi smiled, feeling very happy for this classmate who supported him and had the courage to try first.

He handed a small bun to Zhao Yu. "I'll only give you one. Otherwise, I wouldn't be enough. ”

Because the lunch box made by Yingqi for him is tight, the steamed buns are still warm.

"Such a small one, isn't it enough to eat in one bite?" The bun Zhao Yu didn't refuse, but when he saw the cute shape of the bun, he couldn't bear it.

"It was delicious. Really, the taste is fresh and juicy, tender and rich, fragrant but not greasy. Zhao Yu took a bite and felt extremely strong.

"I'll eat one more. Before the others could react, Zhao Yu looked at Fu Yi again.

"No, I can't eat enough every time. And it's my lunch. Here you go, what else can I eat? Fu Yi resolutely defended, this is the bun that Ying Qi made for him last night.

"I still want to eat, I really want to eat. So be it, I'll give you all the food. Zhao Yu had a generous expression.

"No, no. Fu Yi glanced at his rice, although it was hot, but it was only a fried cabbage, an omelette, and the rest was rice.

It's really not something that Fu Yi can look at now.

"Is it really that delicious?" the others looked at them as well.

"Brother, it's not bad to get into the water, but that bun is really delicious. Zhao Yu hurriedly recommended it to his brother Zhao Xuan.

"You can eat a little of our food, and give our brother a few to taste. Zhao Xuan was also a little moved when he heard his younger brother say this. He knows that his younger brother loves to eat, although he does not refuse to come, but whether it is delicious or not, this taste is still there.

When Zhao Xuan said this, the other three also looked at him, Fu Yi had no choice, and gave them two buns. Then quickly solve the last three of them one by one.

"Chewy. "The meat is rich. "The four of them ate half of it one by one, so naturally Zhao Yu had no share, after all, he ate one just now. praised one after another.

"It's the first time I've eaten a bun like this. It's just too small. "Somewhat regrettably.

"Brother Yi, Ming'er, you can bring a few more. Let's have a taste. Zhou Rongze said.

"Huh?" Fu Yi hesitated. "I'll have to go back and tell my family. ”

"Okay, come, come and eat with us. "The brothers are also righteous, and one of them gave a little hot meal to Fu Yi.

Looking at the bustle on their side, the other two sides are eating quietly. Chen Sheng and the three of them were discussing something in a whisper.

However, the afternoon passed uneventful. Mr. taught Fu Yi to recite the first eight sentences of the three-character scripture, and then wrote five more words, and then let Fu Yi practice by himself.

Because the children are of different ages, the husband teaches them one by one.

When teaching one child, the other children write on their own. Only when reading a large section of a basic passage will the children listen to it. Consolidate what you have learned, and learn what you have not learned.

After Fu Yi came home from school, the first thing he did was to hurry up and tell Ying Qi to make a few more steamed buns the next day.

Ying Qi thought about it, and then said to Fu Yi, "Brother, I'll make it for you every day." Not only are you five classmates like you, but you also give one to each of the rest of your classmates, whether you eat or not, but you have to give them to them. Don't give too much, one for everyone. When our store opens, we invite our classmates who have tasted steamed buns to attend the opening ceremony. ”

"Okay. Fu Yi nodded.

"Well, I'll do it tomorrow morning. You teach me how to write today. ”

"Sister, I am not very familiar with the first eight sentences of the three-character scripture that my husband taught me, so I will recite it for you first. I'm also very poorly handwritten. "Fu Yi is a little confused.

"It's okay, brother, if you teach me, it's the same as practicing again. We practice more and you will write well. Ying Qi encouraged.

Fu Yi began to teach her, and Ying Qi asked her to teach her over and over again, as if she couldn't remember it all the time, so Fu Yi easily remembered it.

Of course, writing this, two people are about the same, beginners' fonts, are all the same ugly.