It's a cold February day, and it's still windy and snowy.

The season is almost coming, and the snow left over from winter is only showing signs of melting, and it has frozen again as the temperature plummets in the past few days.

Spring is already late in the Northland, and it seems that spring will be later this year.

In such a snowy day, people are generally reluctant to go out, or a vast and sparsely populated rural place, and there are few people on the road.

Only the old peasants who were worried about the late spring would affect their farming, dressed in shabby clothes, occasionally went to the ridge to take a look at the ridge with anxiety, and then sighed and turned around with their hands behind their backs.

Compared with the desertion in the village, in a village school courtyard at the end of the village, it is a different lively scene at this moment.

As soon as the gentleman said that he had lunch after class, a swarm of village students ran out of the courtyard house, and the courtyard dam with a layer of snow made the group of students trample on a piece of mud in an instant.

Studying is still a luxury, and there are only 23 students in this group of villagers, who are recruited from four nearby villages. They were of different ages, the younger ones were five or six years old, the older ones were sixteen or seventeen years old, but most of them were still about ten years old, and the female students were almost invisible.

By this time, the students who had come out of the kitchen were already lining up to receive lunch according to the food fee paid by each person.

The food of the village school is divided into three classes, the upper class is eighty wen a month, like today at noon, there is a bowl of mutton soup, two snow-white wheat flour steamed cakes, which is an excellent fine grain nowadays. January 50 is medium, a bowl of pork soup and two yellowed multigrain steamed cakes. January 20 is inferior, a bowl of wild vegetable soup, two charred wild vegetable steamed cakes.

In general, although there is a difference in the food in the village, it is still very cheap compared to the prices outside.

Since there are not many students, it is easy for Zhang Luo's food cooks to distinguish which level of food each student is.

Therefore, the students quickly received their lunch and went to the West Wing Canteen to eat.

After a while, the smell of food filled the entire courtyard.

But in the corner of the last row of the main hall, there was a schoolgirl, unmoved by the smell of food, still sitting on her knees, and writing earnestly on the yellowed plain paper:

"If you send it and then ban it, you will not be victorious; After time and then learn, it is diligent and difficult to achieve; Miscellaneous but not grandchildren, then bad and chaotic but not repaired; If you learn alone and have no friends, you are lonely and unheard. Yan Peng rebelled against his teacher, and Yan abandoned his learning. These six are also abolished for the sake of teaching. ”

If you look closely, it is actually a paragraph of "The Book of Rites and Learning", or it is being written silently.

The Book of Rites is a great scripture.

To study the Great Classics, you need to pass the "Four Classics", a total of nine Confucian classics.

"The Book of Filial Piety" and "The Analects", one semester.

"Shangshu", "The Legend of the Ram", and "The Legend of Hubliang" are respectively one and a half years.

The Book of Changes, the Book of Songs, the Rites of the Week, and the Rites are each limited to two years.

During this period, he also studied time and policy, reading books such as "Chinese", "Shuwen", "Zilin", "Sancang" and "Erya".

In other words, one should have at least thirteen years of school age before studying the Great Sutra.

The semester of the Great Classics "The Book of Rites" and "Zuo Chuan" is as long as three years.

Looking at its characters again, it is the most prosperous regular script nowadays.

The handwriting has the rigorous neatness of regular script, and because the paragraphs are memorized by heart, the pen is fast from beginning to end, and the pen is strong, which can be seen at least nearly ten years of calligraphy skills.

However, the female students were only thirteen or fourteen years old.

She wore a blue narrow-sleeved cloth shirt, and combed a girl's bud bun on her head, and wrapped a foot of red hair rope around the bun that was about to fade, and looked like a childish peasant lady.

But I was surprised that she had already learned the "Five Classics" at a young age, and I was amazed by her appearance - I saw a goose egg face, her skin was better than snow, and her eyes were as bright as stars.

The girl was beautiful and didn't know it, she just looked at a sentence from her pen:

If you learn alone and have no friends, you are lonely and unheard.

I can't help but think that I am now trapped in the countryside and unable to contact the outside environment, how is it different from the frog at the bottom of the well?

The girl's brows frowned slightly, rarely showing a little sadness.

There is a way, the young man Mu Shaoai.

Just when the girl was worried about her studies, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in white, thinking of the girl who was still alone in the school, he held back the hunger in his belly, quietly brought mutton soup and snow-white wheat flour steamed cakes, and also came to the main hall.

Seeing the girl holding the pen and frowning, she thought that the girl was hungry, so she hurriedly put the food in front of the girl's case, and said, "Liu Erniang, why haven't you gone home today?" It's noon, and I'm not hungry, so you can eat these. ”

As soon as the young man finished speaking cautiously and expectantly, his stomach happened to growl uncontrollably.

Teenage girls, teenagers: ......

For a moment, there was a strange silence in the school.

The young man's delicate face instantly turned red, and his already nervous mood became even worse, and he explained in a pitful manner: "Liu Erniang, you just need to use it, I'm not hungry, I ate bad stomach last night...... Right! I eat bad stomach and feel uncomfortable! ”

Through a desk, you can detect the embarrassment of the teenager.

Even if I was miserable and didn't fall in love in my previous life, I came to a pure campus love, but how to say it throughout adolescence was also soaked in girl's comics and all kinds of novels, where I don't know what teenager means, this is obviously just a matter of saying I like you.

Liu Chenxing put down the brush in his hand and raised his eyes to look at the young man in front of him.

The young man is thin and straight, with good facial features, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and his complexion is rare white for peasant children, especially when he wears a white robe, which is quite a bit of a beautiful boy.

In addition, he is the grandson of the neighboring village, with a solid family background and good studies.

Even if she doesn't listen to things outside the window and only reads sage books, she also knows that many sisters and sisters of village students often come to see this Wei Sanlang, Wei Sansheng.

And such a popular village grass pleases her!

Liu Chenxing looked at Wei Sansheng and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

In the previous life, as a mother-to-fetus single "note alone", it is rare to finally have a good object to like, and there should be a beautiful innocent relationship, but the right person appeared in the wrong time and space.

In this kind of feudal society, if she dares to talk about feelings with Wei Sansheng, even if she is pure and innocent without even holding her little hand, once she is discovered, she will either be drowned by the spittle of the neighbors, or she will become the wife of the Wei family from then on.

Her husband and son are very good, but she should take the female jinshi exam first.

Liu Chenxing felt a little regretful in his heart, but his face was not revealing at all, and his expression was even more cold, and he said with a look of rejection: "No need." ”

After finishing the two words coldly, Liu Chenxing no longer paid attention to Wei Sansheng, and glanced at the mutton soup that was about to cool down, not caring that the ink on the paper was not dry, he quickly picked up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and then put on his own bamboo basket, and gave the school to Wei Sansheng.

She's going home for lunch.