Yu Zheng has been observing the expression of his beautiful tablemate. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

From the smile on the corner of his mouth when he took his notebook at the beginning, to the surprise in his eyes when he saw the thick twenty-odd pages of his notebook, and the quiet demeanor when he read it at the end.

The whole change in expression can be seen.

Especially Song Wanqing's quiet reading at the end, Yu Zheng had a little heartbeat, like a dragonfly dotting water.

"I don't know what she would give ...... evaluation"

While thinking, Yu Zheng spread his fingers apart, constantly expanding his fingers and palms, and the previous continuous writing was a great burden on his fingers.

"You should pay attention to it in the future, otherwise the book is not finished, don't get tired and have something wrong with your hands...... "In the last life, Yu Zheng was used to typing with the keyboard, and rarely used a pen to write so many words in a short time, but now it is indeed a little difficult to adapt, especially the fingers, after writing 13,400 words last night, he wrote more than 2,000 in the morning.

When I wrote, I didn't feel anything other than soreness, and it was over after holding on, but now when I stop writing, I find that my fingers are constantly trembling slightly, and it seems that I don't obey the call.

"When I make money, I must buy a computer...... "Yu Zheng immediately shook his head when this thought came to mind, he just thought that the computer in this era is not only terrible for the high price, but also terrible for the low performance, he is used to the performance of the computer in later generations, I am afraid it is difficult to accept the computer of this era, the low outrageous performance.

The bell rings for the end of the morning self-study.

Song Wanqing was still looking at the beginning of the novel written by Yu Zheng seriously.

It was as if they had been cut off from the world.

Her expression was very engrossed, her eyes didn't blink, and she didn't seem to be pretending to be perfunctory at all, it seemed that this book called "The Criminal Officer of the Great Song Dynasty" was really very attractive.

"It's time for breakfast!"

Yu Zheng patted the table, and Song Wanqing was awakened from the state of deep reading by the sound of him slapping the table.

"Huh!?"

She first reflexively agreed, then glanced at Yu Zheng in a little confusion, and immediately, her eyes quickly retracted, and fell back to the notebook with "The Criminal Officer of the Great Song Dynasty". Then, she waved her hand randomly, her eyes were always staring at Yu Zheng's notebook and said casually: "I know, I know, I'll eat ...... later."

As she said that, she flipped another page.

I continued to read intently.

Forget what you just said about going to dinner later.

"Doesn't seem to be bad......"

Seeing that his beautiful women at the same table didn't even want to eat, Yu Zheng was extremely happy.

After all, this book is what he is going to use to make the first pot of gold, and it is extremely important for him whether readers like it or not, although Song Wanqing alone can only be regarded as an isolated case, and it can't explain anything, but at least it represents, the book he wrote, "The Criminal Officer of the Great Song Dynasty", in this era, there are also readers who like to read it.

"I'd better buy her some......"

Yu Zheng thought so, after all, she didn't go to eat because she read the books she wrote, and if she was so hungry, she wouldn't be happy.

looked at the money in his pocket, there were probably more than three yuan.

"Enough should be enough......"

The original owner of this body rarely goes to the store to buy things, so he is not too familiar with prices, but in Yu Zheng's mind, in this era of forty yuan for ordinary workers, three yuan is not a small amount of money, at least buy some biscuits and bread and other things to eat, it should be no problem.

The high school cafeteria of this era did not have a bright hall with dozens or hundreds of tables neatly arranged in the future, and a long row of windows selling all kinds of dishes.

Michigan No. 1 High School is the best high school in the county.

It was only three old tiled houses built on one side of the campus.

The three houses are interconnected, about the size of less than 150 square meters, half of the area is where the canteen people cook and sell food, and the rest of the place is less than ten tables, and the space is very small.

There were only five or six windows selling food, and the front of these windows was already crowded with people.

The vast majority of students who get to eat do not eat in the cafeteria, but take them to the dormitory and eat with the people in the same dormitory.

There is a clear division of labor for those who fetch water and food.

This is also efficient, otherwise the whole school is close to 2,000 students, all of whom are eating in the cafeteria, needless to say, it can't be accommodated, even in terms of time, it is not enough.

Most of the people who eat in the cafeteria are some running students who don't live in the dormitory.

Like Yu Zheng.

Or some school teachers who live in single dormitories, but school teachers usually come to eat earlier to avoid crowding with students, after all, there are too many students.

There is a window with the words "Exchange Office" written on it.

This is the place where food stamps are exchanged for meal stamps, and students need to exchange food stamps for school meal stamps in order to buy cheap food in the school cafeteria, otherwise they can only buy premium food with a much higher price.

Students with urban hukou have 28 catties of grain a month, while students in rural areas need to exchange their own food for food.

Because No. 1 Middle School is a key middle school, the county takes special care of it. Rural students in No. 1 Middle School can rely on the certificate issued by the school to exchange the coarse grain used in the grain management for fine grain according to a certain percentage, and then come to the school with the certificate issued by the grain management to exchange for coarse grain and fine grain meal tickets.

In other high schools, students from rural areas had to carry food on their backs to school to change.

Of course, there is no preferential exchange of coarse grains for fine grains.

There are very few things sold in the canteen, Yu Zheng looked around, and there were only a few things such as cornmeal wowotou, cornmeal porridge, white flour steamed buns and fried dough sticks.

No noodles, no buns, no fire, not to mention any meat buns, egg scones, pancakes and other rare things.

The only thing that can be called a dish is a pickle stick for 2 cents a piece.

Yu Zheng also found that he had forgotten one very important thing, that is, he did not bring a lunch box. It's been more than three days, and he still hasn't adapted to this kind of life, and he always loses everything in it.

The canteen of today, unlike the future, is equipped with plates. At this time, if you want to eat, you must bring your own lunch box, otherwise you can only take it with your hands, steamed bread and pickles are good to say, take them with your hands, and you can barely take them with oil in your hand, but the steaming porridge can't be drunk with your hands, right?

Besides, looking at these breakfasts, Yu Zheng really didn't have much appetite.

Last night, he just ate a big meal at home, which made his taste a lot worse, although Yu Zheng also knew that for now, according to the living expenses given by the family, the days of eating meat are a little unlikely in this era, but this also strengthened his idea of making money as soon as possible.

As long as you make money, you don't dare to say anything else, at least you can't treat yourself badly in your stomach.

Imagining all kinds of delicacies in his mind, from braised pork, button meat, to pork with sauce, from grilled chicken, roast duck to hanging roast goose, Yu Zheng licked his lips and swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.

Then he sighed.

"The day like this should not be far off......"