Another genius is Zheng Shang.

But Zheng Shang and Zheng Sheng are two completely different types of people, and Zheng Sheng's thousand-character text has begun to spread to Jingzhou after it has been spread in Nanyang County. But he doesn't have the talent of shorthand, ten lines at a glance, and unforgettable.

Zheng Shengshan wrote essays and cannot endorse them.

Zheng Shang is almost the opposite, in fact, Zheng Shang is not a genius prodigy, his only advantage is hard work.

Anyway, everyone's impression of Zheng Shang is that he goes to the hall every day and sees him sitting in his seat reading silently; When I left every day, I still saw him sitting in his seat reading silently.

It's a monster! That's how everyone defines him.

Qiu Fuzi naturally likes to use Zheng Shang as a flaunt to criticize and educate Zheng Yang and other poor students.

The anger did not dare to sprinkle on Qiu Chudao, and Zheng Shang naturally became a gas bag.

On this day, the eighth day of the opening of the school, June 13, Zheng Sheng got up early as usual and ran and jumped a few times in Qingzhuju, which was considered a morning exercise. After breakfast, Zheng Sheng looked at the hour, it had just arrived, that is, at seven o'clock in the morning, and there was still an hour before eight o'clock to class. So Zheng Sheng walked to the school. Walking to a corridor, Zheng Sheng found two somewhat sneaky figures hiding in the bamboo bushes not far away, secretly looking at something.

Is this a thief? Zheng Sheng immediately thought. Then he thought that he was only seven years old, and shouted loudly, "Recruit the thief, and if you can't catch the thief, you will be unlucky!" So, Zheng Sheng also quietly hid, and when he looked over there closely, he couldn't help but be happy, isn't this the Huang brothers Huang Juan and Huang Chongru? After this Huang Juan was kicked out of the school by Qiu Fuzi, he still came and went with Zheng Yang, Huang Chongru, Zheng Ye and others, and he waited outside when others were in class.

These two of Zheng Yang's "followers", if they don't follow Zheng Yang, what tricks are they doing?

At this time, a small figure came from the east, and Zheng Sheng immediately recognized him as Zheng Shang.

He was holding a small jar in his arms, which was his breakfast. I heard that he and his mother, Mrs. Han, lived in the northeast corner of Zheng's house, and he got up early every day and rushed from the northeast corner to the northwest corner, which was a bit far, so Zheng Shang brought food to eat in the school every day.

Zheng Shang didn't notice that there was a person hiding in the bamboo bushes next to the road, and Zheng Sheng was just about to remind Zheng Shang to be careful, but Zheng Shang tripped over a rope silently. Then, the jar in his hand flew out, and with a "bang-" sound, the small jar shattered, and the vegetable leaf gruel was scattered all over the ground. Zheng Shang lay on the ground and stared blankly at this scene.

After the Huang brothers finished their pranks, they ran away giggling.

Zheng Shang still remained lying on the ground. Zheng Sheng thought he had fallen, and just wanted to walk over, he saw Zheng Shang slowly curled up in a ball, crying helplessly.

Then, Zheng Shang heard the footsteps of the person behind him, stopped crying, wiped away his tears, and stood up.

He glanced at Zheng Sheng, Zheng Shang knew him, this person's name was Zheng Sheng, he wrote an article, very powerful, although he was good at reading, but he couldn't write an article, but he was no worse than him, because his endorsement was very good, he couldn't endorse it. Zheng Shang had never spoken to Zheng Sheng, and at this time, he was even more reluctant to talk to people.

Zheng Shang silently went to pick up the fragments of the small can.

"It's broken, and you're still picking it up?" Zheng Sheng asked.

Zheng Shang said in his heart, this is mine, and whether I pick it up or not, what does it matter to you?

"The jar is broken, it's useless." Zheng Sheng couldn't help the indifferent child, "This is your breakfast, right?" All spilled. There is still more than half an hour before I go to the court, how about I take you to dinner? ”

Zheng Shang was silent, he looked at the broken tiles in his hand, and thought to himself, how should he explain to his mother when he goes back?

"If you want to stay in the school until noon, you won't eat, and you'll be hungry all morning." Zheng Sheng continued to persuade.

Zheng Shang listened to Zheng Sheng's chattering voice, and then he thought that his breakfast was gone.

He stood up and walked forward.

Zheng Sheng came into contact with Zheng Shang for the first time and felt that this child was so difficult to get along with.

In the end, Zheng Sheng failed to invite him to his Qingzhu residence for dinner.

Coming to the school with Zheng Shang one after another, Zheng Sheng glanced at Zheng Shang who was sitting in a precarious position, he sat down and began to memorize yesterday's homework silently, he didn't want to be punished every day.

In the primary school, all kinds of students of different ages gradually came, either in a hurry or leisurely, or in a daze, or like Zheng Sheng, or laughing loudly, or bowing their heads to tidy up their things.

Zheng Yang walked in in stride, glanced at Zheng Sheng, nodded, said hello, returned to his seat, and followed Huang Chongru with a big burden in his arms.

Zheng Ye saw it and asked curiously, "Seed Ru, what did you take?" ”

Huang Chongru looked at Zheng Yang, Zheng Yang nodded, and he stood in front of the school with a smile: "Wancheng Shangshixuan's new pastry, osmanthus fragrant rice cake." Today, Yang Shao invites all the clansmen of the Zheng Academy to eat pastries, and everyone has a share. ”

The students applauded.

Huang Chongru put a piece of pastry wrapped in a layer of oiled paper on Zheng Sheng's desk, "Shizi, please taste it." ”

Zheng Sheng looked at him, thought of something in his heart, and said, "Then give me another piece." ”

Huang Chongru nodded with a smile and put another piece for Zheng Sheng. Then, Huang Chongru continued to distribute pastries.

Zheng Sheng stared at the osmanthus fragrant rice cake, which was wrapped in paper. When he held it in his hand, he felt that the quality was much better than the paper on the market, and naturally it was not as good as the oil paper in his previous life. Can you eat something wrapped in this kind of paper?

Of course, Zheng Sheng also believes in the credibility of Shang Shixuan, after all, this is the best restaurant engaged in pastry making in Wancheng.

It's just that he ate a small piece of soft and glutinous yellow millet tuan, which does have the fragrance of osmanthus, but it still can't hide the fact that it is an inferior pastry.

In fact, he has eaten a lot of pastries in the Jin Dynasty, and the quality is similar to that of this fragrant rice cake. But after eating a variety of fried oil roasts in later generations, and then looking at this kind of steamed, clumped, spiced, well, maybe there are indeed other unique steps, Zheng Sheng is extremely resentful, why is it Jin, not Ming and Qing? Not Tang Song? All kinds of traditional Chinese delicious food are in the ascendant, and he has lost his interest in even the desire to speak.

Taking a bite and clapping his hands, he set the pastry aside. Huang Chongru was not slow, and quickly sent out the pastries in his hand, and there were a few pieces left, he stood beside Zheng Yang, eating the pastries, and looked at the boy sitting against the wall with mocking eyes.

Zheng Sheng thought to himself, sure enough.

Huang Chongru finished the pastries, but everyone else in the school had them except Zheng Shang, but Zheng Shang didn't!

Zheng Sheng thought about this, and now he was sure that this was a premeditated move by Zheng Yang and them to squeeze out Zheng Shang.

Zheng Shang's whereabouts every day, when he came and when he left, they probably figured it out. This morning, the Huang brothers fell on Zheng Shang and broke his breakfast. Zheng Yang spent money to buy pastries and invited the whole school to eat them, but Zheng Shang was left behind. It's a kid's practice, but it's disgusting!

"Huh? Why didn't Zheng Shang? The person sitting next to Zheng Shang said with some "surprise".

Zheng Yang said lightly: "I said, please Zheng people." If you are not from the Zheng family, naturally you don't. ”

This is a heart-wrenching sentence!

Zheng Sheng was a little angry, a group of people bullied a person like this, you are too much!

Zheng was still indifferent, he still sat upright, silently reciting the article.