Cheng Ting used a bowl of roast mutton, and finally asked Wu Jin to put down his pen and go to the ear room to eat.

There was a pair of camphor wood tables and chairs in the ear room, the table was steaming, and the aroma was also tangy, Mo Lingfeng sat on the chair, holding a piece of steamed cake in his hand, and was chewing carefully.

Wu Jin pulled out a chair and sat down on her right side, before she could pick up the dishes and chopsticks, Mo Lingfeng suddenly stopped his mouth, broke the steamed cake from it, stretched out his arm, and handed it directly to Wu Jin's mouth: "Jujube paste, delicious." ”

Wu Jin hurriedly waved his hand: "You eat ......"

However, when he opened his mouth to speak, Mo Lingfeng had already forcibly stuffed the steamed cake into his mouth: "You eat it yourself, don't hide it and go home." ”

Wu Jin was stunned, he didn't expect Mo Lingfeng to know about him hiding candy by the river, and he still remembered it in his heart, his heart softened, and he smiled at Mo Lingfeng: "Yes, I know." ”

Mo Lingfeng retracted his hand, only pressed hard at the steamed cake, gnawed all the way from the edge of the cake, and ate the sweet jujube paste filling inside.

On the table, there are also very soft roasted mutton, fish balls, tofu soup, and two very refreshing dishes.

The three of them sat down and buried their heads in eating, Cheng Ting had good teeth, he didn't like to eat too soft mutton, and he didn't like the jujube paste stuffing in the steamed cakes, so he tore off the sides of the steamed cakes and ate a few bites, sighed at the other dishes, and finished the meal with picks and choices.

Wu Jin didn't speak, just ate, and after eating, he put down the dishes and chopsticks and immediately got up to practice calligraphy.

Mo Lingfeng and Cheng Ting were bored, so they gathered in a game to play the piano and want to play a song "Spring Water Jingling".

Wu Jin silently listened to the sound of the spring water "clang", "clang", and "boom", it was simply that the spring water erupted into a torrent, and he was frightened and complaining, and listened patiently for a while, and then he focused on practicing calligraphy, and any sound floated in the distance.

And Zhao Shiheng did not re-enter Jiusixuan until the end of class.

He did not check his schoolwork, but only wrote down a small line of paper on a piece of paper, and put it on Mo Lingfeng's table for the three of them to circulate.

What is written on the paper is a sentence: Those who scratch all things are not like the wind.

Mo Lingfeng didn't know so many words, so he turned his head to look at Wu Jin, and Wu Jin whispered to her.

Zhao Shiheng asked: "What do you think in this world can be like the wind, making everything bend their waists?" ”

Mo Lingfeng replied in a loud voice: "It's sugar!" Uncle, sugar! The teeth are so hard, and the sugar makes it spoiled! ”

Cheng Ting opened his big mouth and laughed twice, and when he realized that Zhao Shiheng was also there, the laughter stopped "quack", buried his head, and thought hard.

Wu Jin didn't answer, countless answers floated in his heart, and they all sank again.

After a while, he stood up and looked at Zhao Shiheng: "Sir, the student thought it was Shun." ”

"Oh?" Zhao Shiheng looked at him with a smile, "Why?" ”

Wu Jin replied: "This sentence comes from the "Hexagram Biography", in the Book of Changes, the wind is Xun, the two winds are heavy, the long wind is endless, pervasive, the gentleman acts with deuteronomy, like the wind into things, everywhere, everything goes well. ”

Cheng Ting opened his mouth like a retard, completely forgetting that he had also taken the class "Yi", thinking to himself what was this talking about?

"From the meaning of the book, yes," Zhao Shiheng smiled, walked to Wu Jin's side, and pointed his finger at his heart, "But what I want to ask is not the meaning of the book, what I want to ask is the wind in your heart, what kind of wind do you want to make everything bend for you." ”

Wu Jin's expression became dazed.

Cheng Ting's eyes showed clear stupidity.

"There is no need to answer now," Zhao Shiheng casually paced to Mo Lingfeng's side, grabbed her thin palm, and took her out, "The answer may be available now, or it may not be available for many years, but as soon as the answer appears, you will pursue it for the rest of your life." ”

Then he stepped out without looking back: "Scattered." ”

Mo Lingfeng became lively like a bird, and his voice was high: "Uncle, go to my brother's." ”

"He has a headache, you follow Uncle, Uncle teaches you to blow the horn."

"Okay," Mo Lingfeng didn't mess around, "Uncle, my brother is my wind, right?" ”

"That's right."

The one-day course was gone.

Cheng Ting caught the big yellow dog and led it home, one person and one dog stood at both ends of the rope, like a wide-mouthed bowl with its head facing up.

Outside the corner gate, three fox friends were waiting for him—and the money in his bag, and the four of them, collectively known as the Four Gentlemen of Kuanzhou, were discussing where to go to eat and drink.

The four gentlemen and the dog rolled away, and Wu Jin saw Yin Bei at the corner gate.

Yin Bei knew the difficulties in his family, so he went to the account office and first paid him a month's monthly silver.

Wu Jin took the three small pieces of silver, thanked him and said goodbye, but did not go home, but went to the bookstore to read the pen.

He wanted to replace the quill he was using.

The bookstore is full of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and there is a collection of essays for this year's spring, which students are vying to circulate, and many people have made an appointment to buy a copy and then transcribe it.

Wu Jin only looked at the pen, and wanted to buy a Sanzhuo pen, so he asked the store, and the second-class Sanzhuo pen also cost 100 Wen.

For 100 wen, you can buy two catties of salt, and if you add some more, it is enough to buy one stone of rice.

He thought about it again and again, but he still didn't buy it, walked out for about thirty steps, turned back to the bookstore, picked up the pen and looked at it again.

The pen is hard and soft and suitable, it is a sheep and rabbit, and the bundle is very tight, and it is not easy to disperse.

The shopkeeper saw that he really liked it, so he lost five cents of money.

When he left the bookstore, he was still empty-handed.

When I returned to Shishi Street, it was later than usual, and many people in Shishi Street who were begging for a living in the night market were carrying their burdens and carrying tripods to pour out, and everyone was dusty, as if countless rats suddenly poured out of Kuanzhou City.

"Brother Jin is back!"

"Brother Jin, you really don't want to read? What to do...... Went to be a scholar? ”

"It's good not to read, poor families, it's not the life of reading."

"It's not a shame to be a scholar for a rich and noble family, a little spill in the master's hand is enough for us to chew for half a year."

After the neighbors saw Wu Jin, they suddenly became enthusiastic, as if Wu Jin had suddenly rolled into the mud, about to be covered with dirt and stench, and he was in the same world as them.

Wu Jin didn't defend himself, just said hello one by one, returned to the street, made way out, and after the rats poured out of the hole, he also rolled back into the mouse hole.

As a result, as soon as I entered the door, I saw the little mouse Wu Yi kneeling in the patio, crying with a red face, and when I looked up and saw Wu Jin, I cried: "Brother......"

Mother Wu came out of the kitchen and shouted, "It's useless to call the Bodhisattva!" Kneel well! ”

Wu Yi shuddered, hung his head and didn't dare to speak.

"A-Niang," Wu Jin went to scoop water and wash her hands, opened the cake cage and looked at it, and saw that the cage of cakes was almost not moving, so she asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Wu's motherly face was like iron: "He is a thief!" When I went out to sell cakes, I secretly took out twenty wen, and when I chased him out, he spent all of them and bought candy to eat! The cake cage rack is all set aside! ”

The more she talked, the more angry she became, picked up the rattan, and twitched it on Wu Yi's back.

Wu was distressed and cried and shouted for help, but my brother watched from the sidelines, speechless.

When Wu's mother stopped, Wu Jin said, "Auntie, you go into the house, and I will discuss things with you and my father." ”

After that, he helped Wu's mother to walk into the house, Wu complained, thinking that he had been pardoned, and stood up, but Wu Jin turned around and said coldly: "Kneel." ”

Wu Yi's knees weakened and he knelt down again.