Wu Ting's lecture took almost an hour, although it sounded plain, but it contained many things that Huang Dalang had never been exposed to, perhaps this is the difference between collective Mongolian education and individual education.

In the blink of an eye, the sun was in the middle of the sky, and the heat wave was transmitted through the heavy tiles on the roof of the Ming Hall. In principle, the school hall does not provide food (lunch), but the people who can come to the school hall are either rich or expensive, and naturally this meal is not bad, when Wu Ting finished arranging today's homework and left, a large group of scholars and servants came in outside the door, and the old mother and the servant came in, and a banquet was set up on the table of the students.

That's right, it can indeed be called a banquet, Huang Dalang looked at the individual food box in front of him, and looked at the average of three pieces on other people's tables, and felt that the idiom "breathtaking" was invented is indeed very insightful. The vegetable plate with five flavors of meat and vegetables, the water basin for cleaning hands, the yin and yang plate with hot and cold soup separated, and the lacquer pot filled with fruit juice, Huang Dalang watched the family of classmate Li next door with a typical handful of hair on his head set his table into a cluster of flowers, and even the foot-long chopsticks in front of him looked like they should be ivory.

However, looking at the way he grinned, he seemed to be a little dissatisfied with the table in front of him. And the other students didn't seem to care too much about the new classmate Huang Dalang who just came today, just took care of the food on their own table, and the only one in the class who didn't prepare to eat seemed to be Cao Ya, an overage classmate sitting at the end.

Huang Dalang is the first day of school today, although many people have told him the necessary precautions for going to school before coming, but no one really says anything about lunch, so he also collected his thoughts, opened the food box and looked at it, but also felt that the dishes were quite rich: half of the lacquerware food box with a foot and a half of height was steamed small rice, and there was a cut salted egg pressed on top of the rice, and the other half was enough and steaming Dongpo meat, but it was not the kind that was sold to guests in all directions. Rather, it is a fragmented corner cut out of the Dongpo meat, and the meat is also covered with a few blanched green vegetable leaves to relieve greasyness.

But who knew that Huang Dalang had only eaten a few bites, and he felt that the light on his left side suddenly dimmed, and a fat body stood in front of the table.

"Huh! This junior, where did you get this food? Is this red meat Dongpo meat? Huang Dalang raised his eyes and looked, could there be anyone else besides Cao Ya? But then I saw Cao Yanei stretching out his hand while talking, and the gesture that was meant to be a finger painting suddenly turned into a pinch without any sense of disobedience, just look at him quickly pinched a thumb-sized piece of meat and quickly stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it, and licked the juice on his finger and said, "Hmm! Sure enough, it's Dongpo meat, could it be that your chef has come up with a way to make it? ”

Huang Dalang couldn't cry or laugh, but he thought that he owed Cao Zhizhou a favor a few days ago, so he simply pushed the food box and said, "If Brother Cao doesn't dislike it, just use it." ”

"Huh?" Cao Yanei suddenly took a step back, took a closer look at Huang Dalang's face and said, "No, why haven't I seen you?" You...... Could it be a new classmate? ”

Huang Dalang got up with a smile and said, "Little brother Huang Jie Huang Ziying, it is the Shaodong of Huangjiadian at the south gate, I have seen Brother Cao!" ”

Cao Yanei saw that he was busy and returned the salute, but said, "Oops! What a gift! What a gift! It turned out that Brother Huang Xian, my father also explained to me a few days ago that he would be closer to Brother Xian when he entered school, but he didn't think that he would take away Brother Xian's food when they met for the first time. ”

"It's fine!" Huang Dalang smiled, called Fushou who was waiting outside the door, asked him to take another lunch box out of the food box, opened it and saw that it was the same dish, so he gave the box to Cao Yanei and said with a smile: "My mother is afraid that I will not be enough, so I prepared an extra one, and it happened that the eldest brother liked it and used it together." ”

Cao Yanei was about to excuse himself, but his stomach was chattering again, and he was not polite immediately, and directly moved his low stool to fight a table with Huang Dalang, and devoured it without any image.

Taking the opportunity of eating, Huang Dalang quietly took a closer look at Cao Yanei, this product is first fat, the fat head and big ears are full of blessings, and then there are wide eyebrows, heavy nose and big mouth, a pair of eyes are also squinting like Huang Dalang, only from the appearance of the real can't tell whether he is in his early twenties or eighteen or nine, in addition, when eating, you can see his white teeth, which is neater and white than many people, which shows that his family background is not only very good, but also very strict.

Huang Dalang began to follow his master Zhu Taozhi at the age of six, although he didn't worry about changing his teeth over the years, he mostly used willow branches to bite and dip them in green salt when washing every day, so the tooth shape was quite neat, but it was not very white.

Having said that, this Cao Yanei gobbled up, Huang Dalang naturally didn't chew slowly, the two of them almost finished the boxed lunch in the game, and Fushou also saw the right time to send two cans of drinks to the two of them.

Cao Yanei took it and tasted it, then said with a smile: "The sugar water made of steamed pears and the honey are also shelved?" Not bad! ”

After all, he is the son of the Zhizhou family, he has never seen anything, and besides, this kind of drink is not uncommon on the market now, unless Huang Dalang himself breaks the canned fruit that can be put for several years, otherwise there is nothing special about it.

After drinking the sugar water, Cao Ya wiped his mouth with the sleeves of his brocade robe and said to Huang Dalang: "Brother Huang Xian, I have written down today's meal Cao Abao, and I will go outside to take a walk and eat!." ”

After saying that, Cao Yanei staggered and left, so that Huang Dalang didn't know how to answer him, so he could only let Fushou take the food box, and then lie down on the desk and take a nap.

This meal is followed by a half-hour lunch break, and after the lunch break is the study of the six arts of the gentleman.

In the afternoon, Huang Dalang followed his classmates to a courtyard, which was about thirty steps wide and forty steps long, and a row of wooden pavilions was set up on the side, in which a lot of bows were placed.

In the afternoon, the person who came to teach bow skills was an old man in his fifties, wearing a short bow suit, but the students all respectfully called Professor Shi, the old man had gray hair and short beard, and his smile was very kind, and he didn't pay special attention to Huang Dalang, but smiled: "It's hot, I don't bother to look at it, and the bow is scattered a hundred times on the left and right, but don't make the traitor lazy." ”

A group of classmates responded in unison, and went to the pavilion to choose bows for practice. The bow mentioned here is not a real combat bow, but a bow-like instrument made of topwood, which is mainly used to practice opening the bow and exercise arm strength. Huang Dalang looked at the students with curiosity after they had chosen, and then tried them one by one, there are twelve kinds of bows in the wooden pavilion, the smallest bow should be used for six or seven-year-old babies to play, I am afraid that there is no bow power of half a bucket, and the strongest bow is about one stone and two.

Now the standard bows of the Great Song Dynasty Forbidden Army are all one stone and two, and the ordinary carriage military ones are all eight buckets, Huang Dalang did not dare to pretend to be forced, and after a simple try, he carefully chose the bow of four buckets and practiced with his classmates. And Cao Yanei, who came with him like a wandering spirit, rubbed a mud pill in his hand, took a bow from eight buckets, and bounced the mud pill onto a wooden plaque under the eaves of the wooden pavilion more than a dozen steps away, and then walked away under the nod of Professor Shi.