Time passes fast on the tip of the jumping pen.

Zhao Yu buried his head in the papers, forgetting the time.

It wasn't until the door was knocked on that Zhao Yu returned to reality from selflessness.

"Young master, can the slave come in?"

Outside the door, there was the crisp sound of the Weaver Girl.

Zhao Yu stopped writing and looked at the closed door with a frown:

"Come in!"

The door was pushed open, and the Weaver Girl walked in with a small tray with a pair of chopsticks on it, and a plate on the bowl.

The Weaver Girl was panting, with fine sweat on the tip of her nose, and as soon as she entered the room, she trotted and put the tray on the desk in front of Zhao Yu:

"Young master, it's time for lunch, this is the slave maid just brought it from the noodle restaurant, eat it while it's hot, otherwise it's going to be cold!"

While speaking, the Weaver Girl stretched out a pair of small hands to remove the plate buckled on the bowl, revealing a bowl of fragrant boiled noodles, and then handed it to Zhao Yu with chopsticks in both hands.

Zhao Yu glanced at the chopsticks handed over, then at the noodles that were still steaming, and finally at the Weaver Girl whose chest was still undulating, and his brows furrowed even tighter:

"You came all the way from the noodle shop?"

"Yes! The slave was afraid that the noodles would not taste good, so she hurried over! ”

The Weaver Girl nodded innocently, then hurriedly glanced at the noodles in the bowl, and finally breathed a sigh of relief:

"It's okay, the noodles are not mushy yet, young master, hurry up and eat them!"

As she spoke, the Weaver Girl moved the chopsticks in her hand closer to Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu shook his head:

"There's no need to be so troublesome, the noodle restaurant is not far away, so let's go over there to eat when the time comes!"

After that, Zhao Yu put down the brush and took the chopsticks.

However, Zhao Yu said no, but in his heart, he secretly praised this maid for not finding a mistake.

Finally, Zhao Yu also felt the feeling of being treated considerately.

Although there was Zhao Yunan, a scholar before, this kid didn't seem to know how to serve people, they used to eat at the noodle restaurant by themselves, how could they know how to give it to him like this.

With joy in his heart, Zhao Yu picked up the noodles and ate them.

Seeing that Zhao Yu was eating well, the weaver girl also showed an excited smile on her thin little face.

"Young master, if you want to study, you can't waste more time, of course I have to send it to you!"

"Oh, yes! Young master, you eat first, and after eating, the slave maid will come to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and the slave maid will go to the store to help first! ”

The voice wafted through the room, and the figure of the Weaver Girl had already run out of the room at a rapid pace.

Looking at the small figure passing by outside the window, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Yu's mouth, and he quickly ate the noodles.

After eating, Zhao Yu burped, then put down the dishes and chopsticks and continued to write the story.

It wasn't until the Weaver Girl arrived again that Zhao Yu stopped writing.

By this time, it was already early afternoon.

Zhao Yu looked at the gray sky outside the window, then stuffed the paper on the table into the envelope, and then looked at Zhao Yunan, who had just come back from helping in the store, and shouted:

"Yun'an, did you eat the pheasant that Brother Li sent yesterday?"

"Not yet, it's still in the firewood room! Madame said to let the young master send it to Mr. Han to try it! ”

Zhao Yunan, who was squatting on the ground and writing with a branch, shook his head.

Hearing this, the corners of Zhao Yu's mouth opened:

"Or my mother understands me!"

Laughing, Zhao Yu shouted at Zhao Yunan again:

"You go and catch that pheasant, and then get some prey meat, let's go to the private school to find Mr. Han!"

"Yes, young master!"

Zhao Yunan threw away the branches and immediately ran to get busy.

Zhao Yu quickly divided the pile of paper on the table into several envelopes, then looked at the Weaver Girl who was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks on the side, and ordered:

"Weaver Girl, you will go to the noodle restaurant to help more in the future, and learn how to do business! Also, observe the shops on the street and see that they are in business, remember to see more and learn more! ”

"Yes, young master, the slave has written it down!"

The Weaver Girl's little head nodded heavily, and then left the room with the dishes and chopsticks.

A little bit.

Zhao Yu changed his clothes, then put away a few envelopes, and walked out as well.

In the courtyard, Zhao Yunan was already waiting here with a bamboo cage for pheasants and a basket for meat.

Zhao Yu checked the prey meat, and then walked out of the yard with Zhao Yunan.

It was foggy and rainy outside, and the two stepped on the wet road and headed towards the west of the city.

......

Private.

Although it is a day off, the door of the private school is still open.

The porter guarding the gate is a hunchbacked old man, and he is very familiar with Zhao Yu, a student who eats small stoves in the backyard of the private school every day.

Seeing Zhao Yu coming today, the old man walked out of the gatehouse with a hunched waist, raised his head, and looked at Zhao Yu with a smile:

"Why is Student Yu here today? Do you want to ask Han Shi for teaching? ”

"Hello Wang, the kid has nothing to do, let's come to see Master Han!"

Zhao Yu took Zhao Yunan from the fog and rain into the private school, patting the rain and dew on his clothes, and saying hello to the old man in the concierge with a smile.

"Good, good! Master Han is inside, let's go inside! ”

The old man's face was full of chrysanthemums, and while nodding, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the backyard.

Zhao Yu thanked him, and then took the bamboo cage and bamboo basket from Zhao Yunan's hands.

"Yun'an, you are here to talk to Elder Wang!"

commanded Zhao Yun'an, and Zhao Yu walked to the backyard of the private school alone with his things.

He was a student, and now he was going to see Mr., and it was not appropriate to take a little scholar with him, so he let Zhao Yunan stay.

Walk into the backyard of the private school.

Han Liru and his wife were trimming flowers and plants in the yard.

Zhao Yu hurriedly stepped forward, put down his things, and saluted:

"The disciple has seen the teacher, and the master has seen the master!"

"Yu'er is here?"

When the old woman saw Zhao Yu, she smiled kindly.

Han Liru also straightened up, looked at Zhao Yu, and said in surprise:

"Today, why are you here?"

"The disciple has nothing to do today, so I came to see the teacher and the teacher, and by the way, I brought some wild meat hunted by the elders of the family for the second elder to taste!"

Zhao Yu smiled, lifted the bamboo cage and bamboo basket on the ground, and handed it to the old woman.

"You kid, come on, why do you still bring so many things!"

The old woman glanced at Zhao Yu with disgust, but she didn't refuse, and reached out to take it.

Han Liru stroked his beard and nodded, and then beckoned to Zhao Yu:

"You came just in time, the old man happened to have something to tell you, come and sit here!"

With that, Han Liru turned around and walked up the stone steps in front of the hall.

Zhao Yu was stunned and followed behind Han Liru suspiciously.

When the old woman saw that the pair had something to say, she did not bother, and went to the kitchen silently.

Front.

The two of them went up the stone steps and came to the eaves in front of the hall.

Under the wide eaves, a tea table was being set up at this time.

There is a fire on the tea table, and a pot of water is boiling on the stove, and the spout of the pot is spewing boiling hot gas, making a 'hoo' chirp, which has a special meaning in the fog and rain of late autumn.

Teachers and students sit across the tea table.

Zhao Yu respectfully made a cup of tea for Han Liru and himself, then sat down, and finally couldn't help but speak curiously:

"Teacher, I don't know what to do with finding a disciple?"