Xia Xiaodong raised his eyes to look out the window, and it turned out that under the big banyan tree outside, there was a large clock with a simple shape, and a mother-in-law in an earth-colored shirt and skirt was sitting under the tree, responsible for ringing the bell until the point.

The sweet smell came from the door, and the two cooks carried heavy food boxes and brought the snacks during the break.

One serving is exactly the same for each person. Two small rolls of brown sugar, a spiced mushroom stuffed with roasted wheat, and a bowl of wine-stuffed meatballs.

This ball is well done, the size of a little finger, round and white, the entrance is elastic and slippery, and the smell of sweet wine is really delicious and satisfying.

The new environment is always tiring. Xia Xiaodong concentrated on eating, and it was a very small portion anyway, and it was quickly swept away.

"It looks like you can't get enough to eat." A voice came from his ears: "The poor soldier leader's house, can you see such a good snack." ”

Xia Xiaodong glanced at it, but saw that the sleeves were talking to his master Zhang Wenjuan, and he didn't look at himself. However, how does this sound like he is talking about himself......

Could it be that the Xia family's reputation for being poor is so loud?

When the boudoir was resting, the scholars on the opposite side seemed to be resting.

Four or five teenagers swaggered over.

Xia Xiaodong's eyes widened, and he felt that this opening process was far beyond his imagination.

Of course, the teenagers have a reason to visit their sisters.

Of course, the main purpose is to visit my sisters' classmates. After all, your sisters can look at it at home, so why bother to come to the academy to see it.

However, the academies on both sides seem to have tacitly accepted such a rhetoric of covering their ears and stealing the bell.

No, even Zhang Wenjuan's younger brother is here.

Zhang Wenjuan's seat was so close that Xia Xiaodong couldn't see her brother if she didn't want to.

It was the young man with a folding fan that I had seen at the door in the morning.

"Wen Mao, why are you here?" Zhang Wenjuan looked at her younger brother strangely. Of course, she knew that these teenagers who had come to learn from the boudoir were all drunkards who didn't mean to drink, but her younger brother had never come, but a few girls had found excuses to run to Sanwei Academy.

"Well......" Zhang Wenmao was obviously very unskilled in his current actions, and replied hesitantly: "I heard my sister cough a few times in the morning, and I was worried. Now that the solar terms are not good, the summer is coming to an end, the autumn breeze is a little cooler, so it's good for my sister not to get sick. ”

Zhang Wenjuan couldn't cry or laugh. Brother, if you want to make excuses, don't curse your sister and me for being sick, okay?

Naturally, she didn't want to sweep her brother's face, so she hurriedly pushed the roasted wheat that she hadn't eaten on the table, and asked Ying Sleeve to fill another wine-stuffed meatball, and said with a smile: "It's hard for you to remember, sure enough, your throat is dry, so it's good to go back and buy some pear paste to moisten it." As he spoke, he paid attention to his brother's eyes.

Zhang Wenmao was peeking at Xia Xiaodong.

In fact, the academy in Suzhou, in a place where the literary style is very prosperous, is almost like a joke.

Because Suzhou is a border city, it has always been extremely martial and bleak, there was no academy at all, and occasionally a few scholars who were still passable went to Taihuang County to study -- there was a famous academy run by an old scholar who was a scholar.

It's just that then a Mr. Mi suddenly came, and he actually carried forward his boudoir and did it very well.

We must not let women learn better than men. In this way, Governor Zhang was ruthless, and hired two hopeless old jinshi with a high salary to teach, and insisted on supporting Sanwei Academy.

It's a pity that after all, the teenagers in Suzhou City can fight more and read less, and they are forced into the academy by the elders in the family, and most of them are just barely could.

On the contrary, the two academies of men and women looked at each other as a trend, and gradually became a custom with Suzhou characteristics. There are no scholars and military attachés, and when the boys and children in the family reach their age, they will be sent to the academy, so that they can not only learn some literature and ink, but also make some boyfriends and girlfriends of the same age, and it will be more convenient for men and women to marry in the future.

Anyway, in the academy, there are countless pairs of eyes from teachers and classmates, and at most a few words, they can't get anything out of the ordinary.

Zhang Wenmao is one of the few students who really study at Sanwei Academy. He didn't expect that one day he would join the ranks of visiting female classmates, uh, no, visiting sisters at home.

The girl's bright smile was clearly in front of her, and it didn't go away all morning. So, when the other classmates jokingly invited him to go with him, he naturally agreed.

It turned out that she was sitting next to her sister! Zhang Wenmao swallowed the roasted wheat in two bites without knowing the taste, and then stirred it around in the bowl of wine-stuffed meatballs with chopsticks.

Zhang Wenjuan finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"That...... It is eaten with a spoon. Zhang Wenjuan stabbed her younger brother: "The balls are very slippery, and the chopsticks can't catch them." ”

It's really unproductive. The reckless daughter of the Xia family is also worth looking at like this?!

Thinking of Xia Xiaodong's eloquent conversation, with clear ideas and atmospheric opinions, he was quite strategic, and he faintly pressed himself, Zhang Wenjuan's heart became more and more uncomfortable.

Zhang Wenmao's face flushed, and he clearly felt that his sister had discovered his purpose.

"It's delicious, don't choke." Of course, Zhang Wenjuan would not say what she thought in her heart, but she squinted her eyes and looked at Xia Xiaodong carefully twice.

Kitsune.

My younger brother is a good boy, and on the first day, he was hooked and ran over.

It's not what a fox is.

Xia Xiaodong has no consciousness of a fox. She had already discovered that most of the teenagers who came over today were coming at her, and they had gained a lot of bright or dark sights, and there was even one who was bold enough to pull his sister over and force her sister to introduce the two.

Pity his sister who doesn't know Xia Xiaodong yet, and she is so anxious that she sweats.

With Xia Xiaodong's psychological age, these teenagers are all younger brothers, and they are all full of hormones, which makes people feel that it's good to be young! But if you talk about the charming feelings between men and women, you can't mention it at all.

It's probably the so-called generation gap.

"Sister, they're all looking at you!" Yurong came over with a smile on his face: "Oh, the one next to Zhang Wenjuan is Zhang Wenmao, the youngest son of Uncle Zhang's family, he and Zhang Wenjuan are the same mother, and they are both concubines." Now that he is favored, he has heard that he reads well, and now he is the only talent in our academy. ”

Sole?! Xia Xiaodong has a deeper understanding of Suzhou's literary style. Xiucai only has a single seedling, which was brought by Governor Zhang from other places.

Returning home in the afternoon, Xia Xiaodong experienced the feeling of a big pot of rice. Lunch was served to a rather large ...... The pot, which has both sweet and salty meat and vegetables, is ...... Surely you didn't bring the marching stove to the table, cook?

Fortunately, the taste is not bad, and it has a bit of poon choi.

Poon choi is poon choi, as long as you can eat enough.

After eating enough and taking a nap for a while, Xia Xiaodong went to find Mrs. Zhuang.

"Madame, did you do it on purpose?" Xia Xiaodong asked with a smile.