The seaside in January is the refreshing season. The willows were no longer abundant, but the pines were beginning to show their figures, and the sycamores were sticking out large leaves, overlapping in front of the two rows of tiled houses, allowing only a small soft light to shine through the window lattices.

The outer ring of the house is made of long strips of cyan cladding bricks, the length of an adult's arm, although the rain stains that have been washed away, there is no trace of a surface falling off, which can be seen when the kiln was burned.

Most of the vermilion tiles sticking out of the eaves were damaged, but the tiles on the roof were still firmly locked in their original positions by the watting and tile rings, and the tiles lay on their backs on the roof, like a strong man with his belly exposed on the beach, and between every two strong men lay slender and fine tiles, or between every two slender tiles, a strong man lay down.

Cheng Jinzhou sat near the window, playing with the jade wrench in his hand, while looking at the upturned tile on the right side, as if counting the patterns on it.

It's been a few months since he crossed over, and he still hasn't adapted to this strange-looking society, let alone the young body he has now.

The original owner may have been spoiled too much, delicate and frail, entangled in the sickbed, eleven or twelve years old, weighing less than seventy pounds, slender and long like a bamboo that had been half gnawed by a panda, and was finally replaced by Cheng Jinzhou's soul. Now that my health is a little better, I can barely come to this private school.

However, being able to go to private school is not good news for Cheng Jinzhou, who occupies his body, of course, it is indeed much better than the sick bed at the beginning.

In the same class as Cheng Jinzhou, they are all children of Cheng's own family, ranging in age from 1o to 12 years old, and they are all children of Cheng Dù, reading bably: "Jia Shen Zhi, Ren Wang Xing." Qi Dou Lu, the sun, the moon and the stars......"

What they read is the three-character scripture of this era. It is completely different from the version of "At the beginning of man, nature is good", but it is much more difficult, and a lot of historical content has been added, which is already an intermediate textbook.

Cheng Jinzhou, who was already disgusted with going to school, basically couldn't remember much elementary content, and after he couldn't keep up with the progress, the more unwilling he was to read the text that sang the praises of virtue, and just lay on the table to stay up for time.

The classroom is such a big place, and when others are straightening their bodies, Cheng Jinzhou's posture is more eye-catching.

"Cheng Jinzhou!" The old master did not allow him to be lazy, and he broke off like the bell of the temple.

"Yes." Cheng Jinzhou had a feeling of being in college, raising his head lazily, and his casual voice caused the children to laugh.

The old master glanced at him with a blank face, turned to look around, and the classroom returned to a silent state.

"Stand up and start reciting from 'Zhongwang clan, Yang Jun's grace ......'." The old master held the ring ruler in his hand and stood beside Cheng Jinzhou with his eyes closed.

Looking at the ring ruler with a small wrist width and a narrow wrist, Cheng Jinzhou was really a little timid. Old Master Cheng is a member of the Cheng family, he has been an official, and after returning to his hometown, he teaches the children of his clan, and he is very respected by the elders.

He was still stunned, Old Master Cheng opened his eyes slowly, and said, "Why, you can't recite a word?" ”

The forgetful children laughed again. On weekdays, they don't dare to laugh at the son-in-law of their own family like this, no matter how much the wealthy family declines, the identity of the son-in-law of the family is enough to look down on all beings. For most people, the gap between them, from the moment they are born, can only widen.

Don't laugh now, but when.

Cheng Jinzhou shrugged helplessly—he still had some habits before the crossing—and lamented in his heart: he couldn't escape being educated by a teacher when he got there.

In the 21st century, Cheng Jinzhou has a professor's father and a professor's mother, and the two are quite famous in the academic world. Therefore, although Cheng Jinzhou's middle school was very bad, he still went to college; Although he was very bad at undergrad, he still went to graduate school, and his mentor was a famous professor - Cheng's mother tried to educate him for the last time. As for his doctoral supervisor, he was replaced by Cheng's father's student, a poor new professor. If nothing else, in another year, he will be able to teach other undergraduates.

Only the good part can be written, but Cheng Jinzhou's epitaph can be written: He dedicated his life to the education industry.

Of course, after a change of time and space, Old Master Cheng did not have the feeling of being in the same academic world as Cheng Jinzhou, and he said again with a stern look: "Can you memorize?" ”

Cheng Jinzhou shook his head honestly, stretched out his little hand, which was still white and tender, and raised his head and said, "I forgot." ”

The old master raised the ring ruler without pity, raised his right hand 45 degrees, and made two well-trained strokes in a row. In his life, he had played more boards than the church pastors had sung hymns, and they were accurate and powerful.

"Sit down, if you don't understand, ask questions, today's homework is tacitly understood, and you will recite it to me tomorrow." When you are sick and resting, you have to make up for your homework. Speaking of the last sentence, the old master was a little warm, and he also knew that this Cheng family kid was frail and sickly, and he had to stay in bed for five days out of 1o days, but as a sister-in-law, he didn't study when he was young, which was even more of a problem.

Cheng Jinzhou grinned back in his chair, heard the ridicule of a group of little broken children in his ears, and was angry in his heart: God knows, I am a doctoral student in theoretical physics at a famous university, and I was actually re-admitted to Mengxue, and what is even more infuriating is that I am not yet competitive.

I knew that I would have done more practical work back then, a doctor of theoretical physics, and I couldn't do anything without being an assistant in the real room. Cheng Jinzhou patted his forehead gently, and the cold jade wrench made his mood much better.

This wrench is what he originally had, and when he was at home, he hung it on his chest with a rope, and after inexplicably crossing it, it became the only comfort.

Looking closely, the ring surface seems to be shrouded in layers of mist, and it flows viscously like mercury, which has a simple and mysterious feeling. If you completely cover your fingers over that fog, you can enter a magical space the size of a laptop and nothing inside.

Cheng Jinzhou, who has read countless novels, originally imagined that this was a so-called storage ring, but unfortunately it took a lot of effort and never put a single thing into it, as if it was just an empty space to stay in.

"It's a pity." Cheng Jinzhou rubbed the ring and whispered.

Although there are many strange things on this big 6, even the Cheng family where he is located has a lot of items beyond his understanding, but the legendary storage ring is still only a legend. If you can have the last one, you don't have to worry about anything.

The old master looked at it from a distance and coughed lightly.

Cheng Jinzhou raised his head blankly, shook his head with the crowd unconsciously, rubbed the ring in his left hand, and muttered pretending to read: "I see that you are a place where you can put two books, and it has really become a storage ring, and it is still worthless." Is it really impossible to put the book out? ”

Sour grapes did not comfort Cheng Jinzhou, he was about to pretend to listen to the lecture when his eyes suddenly flashed, and he saw a book appear in front of him, and the ring seemed to be shining brightly, holding the book in vain.

Looking back at the desk, the originally spread out "Three Character Classic" fell asleep on all fours, and the two pages of papyrus were as new as ever. The classmates around him didn't seem to be able to see the books in mid-air, and their eyes didn't stop for a moment when they swept over him.

This book came out of nowhere.

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