Ergou was very depressed, holding his head, looking at the children around him who were the same age as him, one by one wearing the same white school uniform as him, sewn with Yuehan brocade, shaking their heads and carrying books there, quite bored.

The class was not the gentle old master Qi last time, but a somewhat obese Mr. Zhou with a mustache.

Ergou doesn't like this Mr. Zhou.

It's not that I don't like this Mr. Zhou because I don't like to read.

If you don't like to read, you don't like to read, and if you don't like to teach, you don't like to teach, and the two are not similar to the relationship between Aiwu and Wu, and they can't be easily confused.

Rather than reading, Ergou obviously likes to practice martial arts more, but this does not prevent him from having the slightest admiration for the kind of scholar who is dressed in a Confucian shirt and full of wealth.

Mr. Chen has instilled the concept of good reading in Ergou since he was a child, and the Tang Dynasty also attaches great importance to literary style, how can Ergou be prejudiced against scholars and teachers?

It's just that when he really wants him to study by himself, he is always unwilling.

Human nature is understandable.

It's like the old master Qi who took the second dog exam last time, and the second dog has a good impression of him, elegant and easy-going, and looks like a scholar.

And this Mr. Zhou, Ergou really doesn't have a good impression when he looks at it.

Oily-headed, fat-headed, big-eared, bloated, he doesn't look like a serious teacher, but like the businessmen of those forces that Ergou once saw in the West Market.

Although there are some suspicions of judging people by their appearance, Ergou's first impression of Mr. Zhou is indeed so.

And I don't know why, Ergou can always sense that Mr. Zhou seems to be looking at him, and he doesn't know if it's his own delusion.

Moreover, there is another point that Ergou always feels that Mr. Zhou's lecture is not good.

In addition to the endorsement, he also has the meaning of talking about every sentence, but when he explains, he is also full of mouths, and he is dizzy when he hears the second dog, and he can't find the north.

Ergou even compared Wang Su and Mr. Zhou together in his heart, and actually came to the conclusion that Wang Su was superior.

Wang Su is half a big man, he also knows how to read, and he also remembers a few popular classics, so that he can quote scriptures and classics when fighting with others, so as to be invincible.

But in the final analysis, Wang Su's half-belly of ink, to be honest, was taught by the bookkeeper at home when he was a child, and at this age, how much can he remember?

The reason why Ergou thinks that Wang Su teaches well, first, the two of them can be regarded as one-on-one teaching, and generally Mr. Teaching teaches a large group alone, how can this be compared.

One person's problem is easier to solve than a group of people's problems.

Moreover, when Wang Su talked to Ergou about those things, he spoke in the vernacular, and Ergou naturally listened to it.

Mr. Zhou chewed the words, Ergou could understand what he was talking about, and it had already cost him half of his life, how could he expect him to understand it directly in class?

It can only be said that Ergou also tried his best.

Mr. Zhou's class is really boring, either let the students read, or let them memorize the book, but he is also idle, just sit on it, or put his hands behind his back, leisurely wandering around the class, one moment to hit the person's palm, the other time to pinch that person's ears, so unhappy.

In this way, it was not until the porter shouted that the tormented morning of Ergou came to an end.

Lunch is still the black bread that Wang Su saw last time, this thing is also called bran dumplings, which is made of sorghum flour, so it is actually brownish-red, but with some other things, it is a little dark.

If it's dry, most of the time you can't swallow it raw, you have to eat it with water to get your stomach.

Such a thing is not nutritious, but it is better than being able to satisfy hunger, and if you eat it, you will not be afraid of being hungry in the afternoon.

Affordable, poor people, who hasn't eaten?

Sometimes it's not necessarily as good as the food......

Ergou naturally didn't mind, because he didn't know many students, so he didn't talk to them when he was in line.

He lined up, received three black buns from the porter, scooped a bowl of well water, and squatted aside, because he often ate them at home, so he ate them deliciously, and he didn't dislike them at all.

Eating and eating, the two dogs finished eating two, and suddenly there were two people, dressed up quickly, and walked into the cold study, and it was Mr. Zhou who met them.

Mr. Zhou had a brief conversation with Mr. Zhukuai, and Ergou saw Mr. Zhou turn sideways and point at him.

And the two catchers looked at themselves along Mr. Zhou's fingers, and the second dog frowned slightly, always having a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the two catchers immediately walked over.

Although the two catchers looked fierce and vicious, they were quite majestic, but because Ergou was still a child, they also smiled and looked no longer so scary.

A catcher had a soft face and asked softly, "Baby, is it okay for uncle to ask you a few questions?" ”

For some reason, Ergou was so scared in the face of Mr. Teaching, and he didn't show any timidity in the face of this catch, he nodded and said, "Okay." ”

Catch quickly pointed to the clothes on Ergou's body and asked, "Is this dress made by your grandfather?" ”

Ergou nodded, and quickly continued to ask, "Did you personally see your grandfather buy this cloth from the Zhouji cloth store in the West Market?" ”

The Zhouji cloth shop in the West Market mentioned by Catch Kuai is the one that sells Yuehan brocade, and it can be seen from its name that this cloth shop was opened by Mr. Zhou.

The mystery is self-evident.

Ergou hesitated for a moment, not knowing why the other party asked, but he still shook his head and said, "I didn't see it with my own eyes." ”

Why did this uncle come to ask me about this dress? Is there anything wrong with my dress?

Ergou can't understand it, and he's still young, and his immature face can't hide things and emotions.

Catching Kuai took a full view of everything about Ergou, and he continued to ask: "When did your grandfather make this dress for you?" ”

"I made it yesterday, and I've been doing it for two days."

The two catchers quickly glanced at each other, and the time was right.

The two nodded, having a plan in their hearts, and the catcher who asked just now touched Ergou's head and said, "Thank you for your answer." ”

Then the two said goodbye to Mr. Zhou and left, leaving only Ergou squatting there with a confused face, holding a bowl of water in one hand and a black bun in the other, not knowing what was happening.

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"Lao Liu, I'm here!"

Old Man Chen hummed a little song and walked briskly to Lao Liu's store, his voice was full of joy and his face was full of excitement.

As soon as he went home to rest, he rushed over immediately, and he still had to earn money to support his family.

Lao Liu glanced up at his old friend and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with you today?" Why are you so happy? What's the joy? ”

Old Man Chen smiled and didn't speak, so he walked straight to the back of the counter, took out the account book, and began to grind.

Old man Chen is deliberately hanging people's appetite, where can Lao Liu let him pretend like this, gently punched Old Man Chen in the shoulder, and scolded with a smile: "You are an old immortal, just say what you have, don't hide it." Say it! Speak up and let me follow suit. ”

Old Man Chen's face couldn't hold back, he laughed, stopped what he was doing, and said to Lao Liu: "Lao Liu, ......"

Lao Liu didn't give him a good look, and said angrily: "If you have a fart, let it go!" I didn't say anything, so I'm leaving. ”

With that, he stretched out his legs and made a gesture to leave.

Lao Liu's trick is good to capture and indulge, after so many years, Old Man Chen still broke his trick, and hurriedly grabbed Lao Liu and said, "Okay, good, I won't sell Guanzi." ”

finally pulled Lao Liu back, and Old Man Chen scolded with a smile: "Okay, you Lao Liu, after so many years, you are still such an anxious son." ”

Lao Liu threw him a look, how did Old Man Chen know, Lao Liu was all pretending.

Old Man Chen smiled and said, "Ergou, that little rabbit cub, I'm going to school today." ”

"Really?" Lao Liu was also a little excited, the child of Ergou, and his father of Ergou, all looked at Lao Liu a little bit, from being born with a small arm to growing so big now, plus he and Old Man Chen are small and have a close relationship, and they all treat them as their own sons and grandsons.

Now I know from Mr. Chen that now that Ergou has gone to study, he is naturally happy for each other.

"Then can there be a fake?"

Old Man Chen stroked his beard and laughed, and he couldn't hide the smug look on his face.

At their age, there is nothing more important for them than for their children and grandchildren.

The two old men were happy, and Lao Liu took out a jar of wine for the first time, opened the cover, took out two bowls, and poured half a bowl for each person.

Old Man Chen was not polite to Lao Liu, and he took a bowl and stuffed his stomach, choking him to cough.

Lao Liu patted Old Man Chen on the back and asked, "Ergou, that kid, where did you go to study?" Was that cold study I told you about last time? ”

Old Man Chen poured his empty wine bowl and said, "Thanks to you, thanks to you for telling me about this study last time, otherwise, now my eyes are still dark, and I can't figure out where to go." This bowl, I respect you! ”

Lao Liu touched a bowl with Old Man Chen and said, "What you said, isn't this treating me as an outsider?" Ergou's doll was also grown up by me, and I also like it very much, and I see him as my own grandson, and I must have a hand to help me. ”

Old Man Chen smiled and said, "Go, go!" The second dog is the species of my Chen family, you Lao Liu has no ability, and you can't give birth to a handle, don't think about the idea of beating my second dog! ”

Lao Liu was anxious, what he hated most in his life was that others laughed at him for not having a son, and he had to fight with Old Man Chen when he rolled up his sleeves.

"Dare to ask who is Chen Degui?"