Mao Yulong didn't want to be beaten, so he had to arrive early, so he packed up his stationery and schoolbag, washed strictly, and didn't let the superintendent catch his mistakes in the instrument.

The rice is the old rule of white rice porridge, and the dish is pickle strips, although it is vulgar, but it is very appetizing and delicious under the mother's rectification.

There was also an extra chicken leg today. Of course, this is what was left over from yesterday, so Mao Yulong gobbled up the gruel and pickles into his stomach, but the chicken leg didn't even look at it, and his mother asked why he didn't eat it, Mao Yulong replied vaguely: "I ate greasy in the morning, and if I broke my stomach during class, I couldn't run away from that meal, so I still kept it for Xiaoya." ”

As soon as she heard the rules, the old lady took away the chicken leg as quickly as possible, for fear that Mao Yulong would be greedy for a while, and then the strict prisoner would have something to do.

After eating and drinking, check the items again, Mao Yulong took the small lantern handed over by his mother, and did not greet the king of letters who was sitting in a daze under the big locust tree, and whispered a few words to his brother Wang Chengen, and went out of the small courtyard under the eyes of his mother, and went straight to the Guozijian on Chengxian Street in Andingmen.

It was still early in the morning, and the whole street was quiet and there were few voices, only occasionally in the alleys on the corners, there were a few moans and wails of homeless beggars, but this sound spread in this calm and pleasant street, which seemed extremely miserable.

One of the most important factors that caused the end of the Ming Dynasty, the climatic characteristics of the Xiaoice period have begun to appear, this year's Yan'an year of snow fall, originally Ruixue Zhaofeng year is a good thing, but this snow is also too big, more, continuous snow for three months without stopping, this does not want human life.

Shandong, a major province in the north, was in drought for three months, causing locusts to inflict abuse, overwhelming, and the place where it passed was a dark and terrifying yellow, causing most of the harvest in Shandong and Hebei, and the phenomenon of cannibalism had already occurred. Although the Ming Dynasty's finances are still possible under Wei Zhongxian's desperate accumulation. However, the money and food allocated for disaster relief can only be a drop in the bucket after being deducted by corrupt officials and cool officials, and a large number of displaced people began to flock to Beijing, and countless people who died and were carried out of the capital by the soldiers and horses of the five cities every morning.

The emperor sympathized with the porridge factory allocated by the internal funds, how could he save these hundreds of thousands of displaced people, and mourn all over the wilderness, this is the truest portrayal of the boss empire.

"Time is running out." The more Mao Yulong thought about it, the more anxious he became, and he couldn't help but walk faster and faster, and finally began to habitually jog.

The curfew patrol of the Five Cities Terracotta Division saw someone running on the long street and immediately came out to stop it, but when he saw a regular prison word on the small white paper lantern that Mao Yulong was holding in his hand, he also made way of the passage with a respectful and pitiful expression, and intercepting them was tantamount to harming them.

Running all the way, the people with small lanterns on the street slowly gathered together, and there were more and more people. The hikers saw each other, and those who didn't know each other said hello: "Senior, morning." Everyone replied: "Seniors early." Then he continued to hurry to Juxianmen.

There are also those who sit in a sedan chair or carriage, with a group of slaves roaring back and forth, they are all the sons and nephews of the court, and everyone turns a blind eye to each other.

When I arrived at the square in front of Juxian, it was already bustling with students, and countless small lanterns were like stars in the sky, twinkling little by little, and it was spectacular.

Although there were many people, everyone held their breath and did not dare to make noise, so they gathered together according to their classes, stood quietly and solemnly, waiting for the door to open.

The sky was bright, and the little lanterns were gradually blown out, and at this time, there were a few crisp cloud slabs in the door, and the students tidied up their appearances again, and then lined up according to the rules. At this time, the gate opened, and several prisoners stood on both sides of the gate with fierce looks, their eyes scanning every student passing by in front of them like a falcon. From time to time, he pulled out an unlucky guy who was anxious and disheveled, and said to him: "Five boards." ”

Then the unlucky man obediently walked to the benches on both sides of the road, pulled down his pants, and showed his white buttocks, at which point a man who was executed picked up the bamboo board and knocked it down fiercely.

The board is really hit on the buttocks, and a few strokes are a blur of flesh and blood, but you can't cry yet, you can't shout, just cry and shout, it's over, and add three more boards.

After the fight, he got up and got dressed, and he had to salute the prisoner: "Thank you for your teachings." "In fact, if you are beaten, you don't necessarily know what the reason is, let alone teach you.

Mao Yulong calmly walked past the security detectors, and after those security detectors carefully scanned them, he let him go. I am very proud to say that Mao Yulong was in Hangzhou University, and the requirements were no worse than here, and he went to school for half a year, and he really never was beaten inexplicably, which is not to say that he was lucky, but only to show that he was cautious.

Just when everyone was rushing in and the Juxian Gate was about to close, a fast horse galloped in the distance, stopped at the far corner of the street, rolled a meat ball from the horse, and rushed directly with a crooked hat. While running, he shouted again and again: "Don't close the door, don't close the door." Then, in the surprise of the prisoner, he rolled in directly.

Mao Yulong smiled, looking at this raw ball of meat, imagining with evil taste how many times his huge, fat, white ass would be beaten. With a faint and calm smile, his hands in his sleeves urgently calculated, one was late, one was roaring loudly, one was untidy, and there didn't seem to be any stationery, all of them, counted, at least 20 times, it seems that this guy has a hard time.

As a result, Mao Yulong's jaw dropped in shock, this meat ball, when it passed in front of the wolf-like prisoner, the fat little hand was flowing in his arms, and he took out a small silver barley ingot, which turned out to be everyone's share, and no one fell. And the prisoners immediately seemed to be dazzled by the light of the silver, and turned a blind eye to this fat ball of flesh.

Mao Yulong had to whisper to his classmate He Wenzi: "Who is this person?" Could it be that his house has a mountain of gold? In my opinion, in this short moment, no less than 20 ingots of silver were thrown out, which is too rich. ”。

He Wenzi, who is twenty-two this year, has been in his class for seven years, is a senior international student, and is a well-known fast-talking bag in his class, whether it is often or within the Guozijian, he can always get the freshest gossip, sometimes new teachers, don't go to him to inquire about the inside story of the school.

He Wenzi glanced at the meat ball, and his tone was sour, with envy and jealousy: "This guy only came to report today, and his family not only opened a silver mountain, but also opened an official office." ”