Scholars are high and good, because they are mostly pure hearts and few desires to teach, and what they seek is to be eager to learn and serve the motherland for the pillars of the country in the future, but where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, disputes, and a new small circle will naturally be formed after a long time.

The right looks down on the rich, the rich look down on the poor, the poor have their own arrogance and look down on the rich, and so on and so forth.

Although it is not to be evil, there is still contempt for love.

The west side of the canteen is planted with a large piece of jade concubine bamboo, and when the wind blows, the ethereal leaves dance one after another, and then bring bursts of fragrant crape myrtle bamboo.

It was the end of class and dinner, and a large number of people gathered downstairs after a while, some in and out.

From Lin Chaoge's point of view, it is not very clear, the shadows are full, and only black hair swirls can be seen in the inner and outer three layers, with bright hair bands and hair crowns, and a patched cloth-clothed young man in the middle kneeling on the ground, scattering half-new and half-used books beside him, and the sound of others pointing and pointing is endless.

"He's desperate, otherwise as a scholar, how could he beg others so much, but he can't lose the pride of a scholar." The next one said with Xu Qinggao's face dissatisfied, as a scholar, he has his own arrogance, how can he kneel down for a little thing, he is really ashamed and disdainful.

"I heard that his family has spent all their savings in order to send him to this academy, and his mother is sick and has no money to get medicine, and his family is waiting for him to gain fame and get ahead. As a result, alas ....... As soon as the words came out, everyone present shook their heads with regret, and a few of them gloated.

One less person and one less competitor.

"This Zheng Yi is really talented, but unfortunately, this time I guess I can't read it, his old man doesn't go in early, he doesn't go in late, but he is stuck at this juncture, it's just, alas." The white-faced scholar who held the scroll in the know shook his head in regret.

A group of people downstairs were talking about it, Lin Chaoge had nothing to do with himself, picking up the braised lion head that had just been served in the bowl, but he didn't forget to filter the important information in it.

"Xiao Yanyan doesn't think he's pitiful." Xiao Yuzi put down the jade chopstick, leaned back against the back of the chair, and raised her eyebrows and eyes as if she was smiling.

"What does it matter to me that others are pitiful, not to mention that there are thousands of poor people in the world, and if you are not the Buddha below, how can you benefit all sentient beings." As he spoke, he had just taken a bite of food, and his cheeks were bulging like a little squirrel, and he couldn't help but want to pinch it.

"Xiao Yanyan, your heart is really hard."

Lin Chaoge rolled his eyes, and said this as if he was not, and they laughed at each other.

"Hahaha, but this king likes it, and those who are soft-hearted are destined to not live long." Xiao Yuzi reached out and touched Lin Chaoge's cheek, who resisted and dodged.

"Xiao Yanyan is really informal." Taking advantage of her dodge, she quickly wiped a crystal clear white rice from the corner of her mouth, put it on her lips and licked it lightly, and it was so beautiful that Lin Chaoge was so shocked that goosebumps were all over her body, fortunately, there are not many people eating on the second floor now, and some of them are also looking at the disputes downstairs.

"Xiao Yanyan is shy," the slender fingertips took the jade chopstick, and gave it a chopstick, shredded chicken, and three treasure dishes.

Lin Chaoge's face turned red, he didn't answer silently, lowered his head and continued to pick up the rice, and he was thinking about how to pull people into the water.

Zheng Yi, one of Bai Qingxing's right-hand men in the original book, is insidious and cunning, unscrupulous and unscrupulous to achieve the goal, this kind of person is absolutely not to offend, otherwise it will be foul and famous, and the heavy will be fateful, the disfigured person who should have appeared in three years, this time she met in advance, it is not a good thing, the corners of her mouth are raised, and her brown eyes are dark.

After eating, Lin Chaoge didn't care about the stalker Xiao Yuzi, excused himself to go to the toilet, turned around and shook off the tail and followed the people, took out the papyrus paper and wrote a seven-word hidden poem, secretly stuffed a letter in the corner of the inconspicuous stone of the thatch, covered it with thatched stone sand, covered it with thatched stones, and did not dare to stay too long to attract people's attention.

Not long after she went out, another person sneakily followed up and pinched his nose to rummage through what was left behind, and found nothing with a blue face, and stomped on a few weeds and silver flowers under his feet.

The afternoon course is nothing more than drawing a bow, riding a horse, playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, which is no different from when he was in Luoyang, boring and boring, Lin Chaoge's lack of interest, coupled with the non-stop chatter around him, his brain hurts, and he can't lift the slightest bit of energy, the whole person is groggy, looking for a place where no one is clean, holding a book and covering his face drowsy.

In the afternoon, the cicadas chirp, the breeze is gentle, the water is not rippling, and the colorful sunlight shines through the dense layers of flowers and vines, and the shadows hit the side faces of people.

The afternoon class is always fleeting, and Zhang Ziquan, who is familiar with him, is even more big, and he can't wait to tell the book bag to run out of the door as soon as he gets out of class, and there are already all kinds of carriages waiting to pick up people at the entrance of the school.

His own carriage was submerged in it and was inconspicuous at all.

"Young master, the day in the new school is okay, can there be anyone who doesn't have long eyes." Xi'er is more worried about whether someone will bully her son-in-law, so that she can write a letter to report to Wang Xiaogongzi anytime and anywhere, since she knew Wang Xifeng's ability, Xi'er completely rebelled, and even raised her waist with confidence.

"Very good." Lin Chaoge took the chilled mung bean soup to cool off the heat and drank it in a small sip, not good, not bad, not good, what is it.

Lin Chaoge did not go back directly after getting into the carriage, but changed into a simple carriage halfway through, copied a small road, and went straight to Zheng Yi's house.

After handing over the post, the door opened after a while, and it was a white old man who was more than half a hundred years old.

The courtyard was very simple, even dilapidated, and could not be compared with the lowest rooms of the palace, and the house was hung everywhere on the fence, and the strange shape of ordinary herbs, radish strips, and pickles, which were collected by the ditches and in the fields, and which, when dried, gave off a not very pleasant smell. It is very ordinary to enter a small courtyard, perhaps because someone in the family has been using medicine for many years, and even the air is filled with a strong smell of medicine.

"Please follow the old slave." The white-faced old man hunched over and led the man to look at one of the small and inconspicuous corners.

"Okay." The narrow peach blossom eyes were half-narrowed, Zheng Yi's situation was even worse than he imagined, so he was forced to score seven points from five points.

Pushing open the door, the room was neatly tied, with a simple bed in the corner, and a checkerboard curtain at one end, painted with gray walls. The floor was covered with mud bricks, spotless, but damp, as if it had never dried up after the last wash.

The gloomy window faces the same courtyard, and the curtain is the one that has been used for more than ten years, originally green, but now faded because of the love for the sun. As if even the light had been blocked, beside the window lay a black table with a tablecloth that had been green before, but now was spotted. On the table was a large, black inkstand and a pile of books, all fixed to a single seat, and beside them were a pair of brass candlesticks, a pair of copper scissors for cutting the wick.

"You are the one who delivered me the letter today." With the hoarse voice change period unique to young people, Zheng Yizheng, who was ordered to go home because he had no money to pay the school, was sitting on a stool with a dejected face, and he was holding a snow-white brocade handkerchief in his rough palm. Staring at the person who pushed the door in, his eyes were bloodshot.

There are a lot of books around that have been rummaging for a long time, and looking at Lin Chaoge who walked in is like grasping the last straw.

Lin Chaoge bowed slightly, glanced around casually, and knew that he had a great understanding of the changes that Zheng Yi would have next, but what did it have to do with her.

"That's right, it's here, not whether the son thinks this deal is cost-effective, of course, in addition to what was promised in the letter, the mother of the father who is sick in bed in prison will definitely be able to make proper arrangements in the future." Lin Chaoge, who wore a hat and deliberately lowered his voice, went straight to the point and threw out an explosive/drug.

The old slave who led the way just now led the door and left the moment she entered.

"Why should I believe you?" Zheng Yi is not stunned who doesn't understand anything, looking back coldly, half tentative and half suspicious.

There is no such thing as a free dinner, and what the letter says is not to be false.

"Everyone takes what they need, and it is mutually beneficial, not to mention that it will not be good to know that Mrs. Zheng's illness is dragging on." Lin Chaoge chuckled. Meaningful, he took a few steps closer and threw a small white porcelain vase into the person's arms.

"Zheng Gongzi, don't miss the opportunity and don't come again, if you miss this place, you can't find any store, Zheng Gongzi has to think about it." The hoarse voice has a hint of demagogy, just like a fox demon in a painting book, but with a condescending tone, forming a strong contrast.

"Why did you choose me, I wonder what is on you to make you so." Zheng Yi didn't understand, didn't understand, why this person paid his tuition when he was almost kicked out of the school at noon, if he said that he had no intentions, he couldn't believe it.

"This? Heavenly secrets must not be revealed. Lin Chaoge sat down with his handle, his white fingers lightly touched his rosy lips, and he slowly smiled.

Outside the house was quiet, except for the occasional chirping of autumn cicadas and the singing of insects in the sand mountains, the wood rhinos all over the city could not disperse the bitterness in this narrow courtyard, and time passed unconsciously.

"It's already past a stick of incense, Zheng Gongzi can think about it clearly, and the next time is very precious." Lin Chaoge played with his well-trimmed fingernails, and his tone was faintly dissatisfied. Outside, it was getting dark, and the afterglow was fading.

If he didn't agree, why couldn't he leave early, his eyes were half down.

"Okay, I promise." Zheng Yi gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, this deal was only a profit or a loss for him, her eyes were burning and she looked directly at the person in front of her, she believed that she would definitely get ahead in the future, otherwise she would not suppress him as a poor ordinary person.

In this world, money and power are the last word, and what is the sin of selling one's conscience even if it is selling one's life, not to mention that what he asks for is not against his conscience.