"This school is not bad." Wang Weiwei saw the school in Shanshui Village for the first time, and his eyes widened in surprise.

The school is not big, but it is built extraordinarily exquisitely, mahogany and green bricks, warm in winter and cool in summer, and there is a stone lion at the door, that is, the age is a little old, and the lion body is full of scars.

"That's not it, this is the whole village donated money to build, ten miles and eight villages are the best school in our village, as long as the people in the village can go to school for free." Li Changsheng said proudly.

"Oh." Wang Weiwei nodded, suddenly turned his head to look at Li Changsheng, and asked suspiciously, "Why don't you go to the academy on weekdays." ”

"My grandfather can teach me to read and write, and quietly tell you something that no one in the village knows, Mr. Zhou used to be a classmate with my grandfather, and my grandfather told me a lot of things about him back then, causing Mr. Zhou to take a detour when he saw me, hahaha." Li Changsheng laughed happily after speaking, and finally laughed so much that tears came out before he could barely hold it.

The Mr. Zhou that Li Changsheng said is Zhou Wencai, the only talent in Shanshui Village, and the only teacher in Shanshui Village, and the teacher of Liu Caijun.

"The village chief is quite ruthless." Wang Weiwei said with a smile, who hasn't done a few stupid things when he was a student, but the tragic thing is that many years later, someone will help you remember them one by one.

"Quick, follow up." After Wang Weiwei saw Yun Qing enter the school, he called Li Changsheng to follow in.

Entering the school, there is a long corridor on both sides, in front of which is a boxy yard, there are a lot of toys for children's entertainment in the yard, the corridor is next to the classroom, there are one or twenty children who often come to school in Shanshui Village, ranging from eight to fifteen years old, and what they learn is very simple, that is, to read and then read articles, so they are basically placed in a classroom.

And Liu Zijun is in order to gain fame, so he has his own separate classroom, and what he learns is more complicated, of course, if there are other people who are also willing to take the fame, they can also be classmates with Liu Zijun.

Coming to the corridor, Wang Weiwei heard the cheers of a group of children, according to the direction of the sound, Wang Weiwei walked outside a classroom, looked in through the window, Yun Qing was distributing the pastries in the food box to the people in the classroom.

Zhou Wencai was sitting on a chair in front of the class desk at the moment, holding a pastry in one hand and a book in the other, and the noise of the children in the audience did not affect his mood to read at all.

"Mr. Zhou, I'll go and send some pastries to Liu Zijun." Yun Qing walked out of the classroom and walked to the corridor on the other side, where Liu Zijun's separate classroom was.

Yun Qing knocked lightly on the door, and after hearing the response from someone inside, she walked in with a food box, Yun Ke quickly came to the window, and squatted slightly to look into the window.

There is a long table in the room, on which the four treasures of the study room are complete, there are several bookshelves in the corner of the room, which are full of books, and there are several ink paintings hanging on the walls of the house.

"I'm hungry, I've made some pastries for the kids next door, and I've brought you some too." Yun Qing came to the long table, opened the bottom layer of the food box, and took out a food plate from it, which contained delicious pastries.

"Thank you." Liu Zijun thanked him and ate it.

"Does it taste good?" Yun Qing asked with concern on the side.

"Not bad." Liu Zijun smiled and nodded.

"If it's good, eat more." Yun Qingmei said with a smile, picked up a piece from the food plate, and said, "Come and taste this, I specially added some osmanthus powder, and my mother likes the taste of osmanthus." ”

After seeing Liu Zijun eat it, Yun Qing asked again, "How does it taste?" ”

Liu Zijun nodded and said, "It's very fragrant." ”

"yes, you mean I'm still the pastry." Yun Qing asked shyly.

"Ahem~" Wang Wei heard Yun Qing's last words, and was accidentally choked by saliva, although he only coughed once or twice, he was still noticed by the people inside.

"Who's out there?" Yun Qing glanced outside, but Wang Wei and Li Changsheng had already hidden, Yun Qing didn't see anything, turned around and said to Liu Zijun with a smile, "It must be which child is naughty, I'll go out and take a look, you eat slowly, I'll collect the food box after eating." ”

After Yun Qing came out, he closed the door lightly, looked at the two corridors, and saw no figure, and walked towards the courtyard strangely, and suddenly saw Wang Weiwei sitting on the swing in the courtyard, Yun Qing was startled by the coldness, pretended to be calm, and asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Come to school." Wang Weiwei said as he shook the swing.

"Going to school? Who are you fooling? Yun Qing rolled her eyes, if she believed this kind of nonsense, she would be as idiot as Wang Yi.

"Everyone in Shanshui Village can go to school for free, why can't I come?"

"Are you literate?" Yun Qing looked at Wang Weiwei with mocking eyes, and said, "What you grew up in the field with your sister since childhood, apart from knowing some vegetables and vegetables, what else will it be?" ”

"The wind blows the ancient wood, the sun rains, the moon shines on the flat sand, the summer night frost, can you cool off in the river building? It is cooler than Jun's hut. Wang Weiwei shook the swing and looked up at the sky and said, although she was a scumbag in her time, but she was a proper writer here.

"Can you still read poetry? Who taught you. Yun Qing was a little surprised, just a person like her who was forced by her father to read medical books when she was a child, she couldn't memorize the poems, and she didn't understand the deep meaning of the dry words at all.

"I just know how to recite a few lines of poetry, and it's all written by others, it's not a good job, but you're ......" Wang Wei didn't finish speaking, staring at Yun Qing with dead eyes.

"How am I?" Yun Qing looked like he didn't know anything.

"I met a group of little kids in the village before, and you taught them the songs they sang." Wang Weiwei only understood many things until now.

"What evidence?" Yun Qing learned a trick from Wang Weiwei, and refused to admit it.

"You give these people pastries every once in a while, it's easiest for you to ask them to do something, just like Aunt Zhang, forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't want to admit it, and I don't expect you to dare to act."

Yun Qing was about to speak, when a child suddenly ran out of the classroom and interrupted her, and the child picked up a lot of stones in the yard and ran back to the classroom.

Wang Wei was curious about what he was doing with the stones, so he got up and wanted to walk to the classroom.

"Where are you going?" Yun Qing was about to continue the topic just now, when she found that Wang Wei was not on the swing and went somewhere else, and this feeling of being despised made Yun Qing sulk again.

Wang Weiwei ignored Yunqing, came to the window outside the classroom, and found that everyone in the classroom was sitting neatly at the moment, staring intently at the podium, Zhou Wencai also put down the book in his hand, and turned to hold an abacus in his hand.