Mr. Yang was a little impatient, and suddenly heard the scholar report that Dong Ping was coming, so he hurriedly signaled for someone to be let in.

Dong Ping entered the room and saluted Mr. and Mrs. Yang, Mr. Yang asked a few words of homework with a stiff face, and Dong Rong respectfully responded one by one. Mrs. Yang often hears her master praise this proud disciple on weekdays, and she also likes him for his politeness and generosity, so she rarely interjects and says, "You, you're not in the book relics at this time, what are you doing so harshly?" Juncheng rarely came to the house, and he didn't let him sit down and talk. ”

After that, she turned her head to Dong Ping and complained, "Juncheng, you quickly persuade your husband and wife." It's just a weekday, and I refuse to put down my books when I'm not in good health these days, and I can't even eat. ”

Dong Ping stretched out his hand and lifted the food box, and said with a smile, "Master, Mr. has been teaching and educating people all his life, and reading is more important than eating." It's not easy for you to suddenly get him to change this habit. However, the student has brought some light food today, and the gentleman may have an appetite for more. ”

"Oh? What did you bring to eat? Mrs. Yang was very curious, although she knew that the Dong family often sent dim sum in, and Mr. Yang and several close friends were full of praise, but she had never tasted it once. This time, the food box was delivered to her house, and she planned to open her eyes.

Mr. Yang's eyes swept over the food box, and his face couldn't help but ease a lot, and he rarely praised, "The food made at Juncheng's house is really good!" ”

Mrs. Yang narrowed her eyes with a smile, and said casually, "There are no outsiders today, so the concubine will grab a few bites with the master to taste, okay?" ”

Mr. Yang was amused by his old wife, and a maid had already sent two small plates and two pairs of chopsticks. Dong Ping then removed the cotton sleeve on the outside of the food box, and then opened the lid and took out the two small and delicate buns inside.

Mrs. Yang was a little disappointed, after all, steamed buns are not a rare thing, and they can be made in the kitchen at home.

Mr. Yang has eaten a lot and is very experienced. The Dong family's food is not very novel in appearance many times, but the taste is absolutely addictive.

Sure enough, he picked up a small bun and brought it to his mouth, and after only one bite, he squinted with a smile. The dough of this little bun is kneaded somehow, and it is elastic and tough. The filling only uses tofu mixed with green onion and ginger and other seasonings, without adding any minced meat, but it is unexpectedly light and delicious, which is very suitable for him as a sick person.

Seeing that her master was so happy, Mrs. Yang also quickly picked up one and ate it. But anyone of some age, whether male or female, has a good digestion, not to mention that there is no shortage of meat on the Yang family's dinner table, and they have long been tired of eating. Today, the sudden change of flavor will naturally make it even more novel and delicious.

Mrs. Yang put the chopsticks after eating two of them, and praised, "What is the name of this bun, it tastes so good!" ”

Dong Ping said with a smile, "Back to my wife, this bun is called white jade tofu bun." The eldest sister of the disciple's family learned that Mr. took good care of the disciple on weekdays, so she specially made these meals and sent them with her own hands, hoping that Mr. would be healthy. ”

Mrs. Yang remembered her ardent expectations for the children at home, and nodded with great feeling, "It's rare that your sister has worked hard, Juncheng must study hard." ”

"Follow the teachings of the master." Dong Ping respectfully agreed, and finally served Mr. Yang to drink tea and rinse his mouth with his own hands, and finally went back with the empty food box.

Mrs. Yang helped Mr. Yang to lie down, and said in a deep voice, "This Dong Juncheng is good in terms of character and knowledge, but the Dong family's family is a little low..."

Mr. Yang raised his eyebrows and replied, "What, you want to give him the bowl sound?" ”

Mrs. Yang glared at him with disgust and retorted, "Don't you have this in mind? ”

Mr. Yang laughed, stroked his beard and nodded as he said, "Dong Ping is my proud disciple, and his career in the future will be smooth." It is rare that this child is not arrogant or rash, and his conduct is excellent. If Wanyin is married to him, it must be a good marriage. ”

Mrs. Yang didn't want to give her baby daughter to someone at will, so she hurriedly stopped her and said, "The left and right daughters are not yet old, so let's take a look at them more." ”

The daughter's marriage has always been decided by the mother, and Mr. Yang nodded and closed his eyes. Mrs. Yang tucked the quilt for him, and then walked out, thinking about how to find out the details of the Dong family.

Dong Ping didn't know that he had been taken as an alternative son-in-law by the Yang family, and walked all the way to the residence, thinking about how to introduce the bookbox and laundry basket to his classmates. happened to meet his friend Xu Mao coming over, he was just about to say hello, but he didn't want Xu Mao to grab his arm and smiled, "Oh, Juncheng, where did you go?" Mr. Jiang wants to take us to his courtyard to enjoy the plums, and by the way, draw a picture of Hanmei Aoxue as a schoolwork to hand in, tonight is going to stay outside, why don't you hurry up and pick up things? ”

Young people are very playful, and Dong Ping was also happy when he heard this, and then left Xu Mao for the time being and hurried back to his yard.

Xizi is a quick and diligent child, and he likes the elegant bookbox sent by the family, and he has already been interested in helping the master to put a change of clothes, sundries and the four treasures of the study inside, and suddenly looked up and saw that the master came back and shouted happily, "Childe, it's good to send this box at home." ”

Dong Ping looked at the bookcase and saw that the materials in the bookcase were very complete, so he took two books that he usually reads and put them in. After thinking about it, he took the stone blue cloak that he was reluctant to wear on weekdays and put it on his body with a smile, and then said, "You can't go with me this time." ”

Xizi immediately had a bitter face in disappointment, and when he was about to open his mouth to plead, he didn't want Dong Ping to whisper something in his ear again, and when he heard it, this kid's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he responded one after another, "Don't worry, Childe, leave this matter to the kid." ”

Dong Ping touched his head, picked up the bookcase with one hand and pushed the door with the other and walked out. There were more than a dozen students waiting at the gate of the academy for a long time, all of them talking and laughing loudly excitedly about the rare time to go out to play.

Dong Ping had just walked over, and Mr. Jiang's carriage had also come over, and the old man opened the window and glanced at the many disciples, and said with a smile, "Originally, the old man planned to find a few carriages to pick you up, but the rest of the gentlemen felt that you were too pampered on weekdays, and occasionally had to eat a little hard." Otherwise, when it is the time of the big exam, as soon as it enters the examination booth for five or six days, I am afraid that I will pass out before I finish writing the exam questions. Therefore, when you walk four or five miles today, you should exercise your body and train your heart. ”

When the students heard this, they immediately wailed quietly, Mr. Jiang is usually the most kind, but he didn't expect that torturing people would be so vicious. In such a windy and snowy weather, you have to walk four or five miles to get to the Jiang's villa in the east of the city, which is simply life-threatening.

Mr. Jiang also ignored the disciples who were full of sorrow, closed the window and ordered the carriage to go first. Dong Pingping travels between the county and the orchard every day, and when there is no carriage at home, he often walks. So there was no fear at this time, he tightened the cloth belt of the cloak and money, put on a hood and carried the bookcase, and finally beckoned to his friends, "Let's go, I can find some rest if I arrive early." ”

The students couldn't, so they had to go out with him into the snow. I don't know if God also wants to test these powerless students, today there is a northwest wind, cold as a knife mixed with snowflakes on the body, less than a moment, the cold can soak the pedestrians numb.

Xu Mao suffered from a wind chill a few days ago and had just recovered, and now he was sneezing constantly after the cold wind. Dong Ping and a few friends surrounded him in the middle, trying to try their best to help him get some cold wind under his crotch, but it still had little effect.

Dong Ping couldn't beckon everyone to find a big tree on the side of the road to temporarily avoid the limelight, and then he quickly took off the cloak on his body and exchanged it with Xu Mao, and finally opened the bookcase and took out a bamboo tube wrapped in a cotton sleeve at the bottom, poured in some light yellow powder, shook it evenly, and then handed it to Xu Mao and said, "Drink it quickly, otherwise you will fall ill when you don't get anywhere." ”

Everyone looked at the bamboo tube in Xu Mao's hand suspiciously, and vaguely saw a faint heat coming out, so they asked curiously, "What is this?" ”

Without waiting for Dong Ping to answer, Xu Mao had already drunk it in one gulp, and at the end of the day, he clicked his mouth and shouted, "It's ginger soup!" Juncheng, why did you still take hot water in the bookcase, not afraid of getting your clothes and books wet? ”

Dong Ping smiled and said nothing, but the most curious classmates had already unceremoniously opened his bookcase to take a closer look.

"No wonder, there is an oilcloth in this bookbox, waterproof and rainproof!"

"yes, you can also put things in layers. It's made of straw stalks, and it's much lighter than holding a wooden box. ”

Dong Ping didn't explain much, and said while helping Xu Mao tie the cloak tightly, "This is made up by the elders in the village who are good at handicraft, and I happened to see it and gave it to Baiwen to buy it." ”

"Juncheng, how can you have such a good bookcase by yourself? Order one for me when you get home! I'll give one hundred and fifty wen! ”

"I want one too!"

"Me too!"

Dong Ping responded one by one with a smile, and at the end he urged everyone to go on the road together. Xu Mao gets along with Dong Ping the most on weekdays, and at this time, the hot ginger soup in his stomach also came to his senses, and secretly pulled Dong Ping and smiled, "You use me as a pawn today, should you also share some dividends with me?" ”

Dong Ping shook his head, pointed to the cloak on his body and whispered, "The cloak you are wearing is the finest fluff on the hen that my sister picked, saved it little by little, and then sewed it for me." The ginger soup you just drank was also prepared for me by my sister because she was afraid that it would be inconvenient for the academy to cook ginger soup. ”

The more Xu Mao listened, the redder his face became, others didn't know it, but he knew best how respectful Dong Ping treated his sister, even if it was a small and ordinary object, as long as it was sent by his sister or sewn by himself, he would cherish it like a baby. Today, I didn't hesitate to take it out for myself to wear and use, and there was no other distraction except for my sincerity. On the contrary, it is the heart of a villain who lives in the belly of a gentleman, and he has tarnished his friend's sincerity.

"Juncheng... I..."

Dong Ping patted his friend who was ashamed, nodded to indicate that he wouldn't mind, and finally blocked most of the snow for him again, and then got back on the road.

(Got up in the morning, and fought for two shifts today.) Come on! ）