"Run!"

Ouyang Xiu is honest, and at first glance, he has done manual work at home before, and he runs steadily and has no pressure.

Generally honest people are of good character.

Ouyang Xiu is one of them, he has good physical strength, so he has been helping backward students all the way.

The group of hundreds of students formed an irregular long line, and the scene was quite spectacular.

The people on the street watched in amazement as the students ran.

When did Guozijian start letting students run? And these students look like rich children who have not contributed to it, but they are willing to run on the street?

Don't these people usually pay the most attention to face? I don't know what kind of madness they have today.

Wen Yanbo was sweating profusely, but he was still a lot behind, and his breathing could hardly tell the rhythm, so he followed closely one after another.

Weak legs!

He hadn't felt so tired since he was born.

It's not running, it's fucking corporal punishment in disguise!

He wanted to give up and dragged his feet behind the group.

But looking at Han Qi and Ouyang Xiu in front of them, they were also gritting their teeth and insisting, am I not as good as my classmates from two remote states and counties? Isn't this a loss of face for his Bianliang people?

Wen Yanbo thought so, so he took a few hard breaths, and then followed.

Running all the way, a group of people pulled down from behind.

Most of these people are not as good as Wen Yanbo, and they can't fall to the ground one by one, and some even start to use their hands and feet to support the stall next to them.

"Don't disrupt the business of other vendors, run!"

The little official of Guozijian is also running, because he wants to supervise, if he doesn't supervise well, according to Qin Wei, he can get out.

So the little official ran faster than many people.

But the students have been pampered for a long time, and the words of the little officials are naturally of little use.

He could only come up with a killer idea.

"Quick! Run! Qin Saijiu said that in the end, he had no food to eat when he went back, and he had to clean all the gong barrels in the academy! If you don't want to be smoked to death by feces and urine, run faster! ”

What? Do you want to clean the toilet?

What the fuck are we students or dung diggers!

The students collapsed, but they couldn't stop, they could only turn their grief and anger into strength and run harder.

They have also seen the means of Qin sacrificial wine today.

Whoever dares to be disobedient will end up with the same fate as those students, or even worse than them.

With the sound of howling and sparse footsteps, the students finally approached the city gates, and then the first ones began to return.

The return was very fast, much faster than when I first came.

Although everyone was exhausted for a long time, when they thought of having no food to eat and cleaning the toilet after going back, they were beaten with chicken blood and rushed forward with gritted teeth.

By the time the group returned to Guozijian one after another, it was already dark.

"It's time to eat!"

Lunch was plentiful with meat.

And it was Qin Ji's chef who personally took charge of the cooking, which can be regarded as a bit of comfort for these students who have suffered so much.

Qin Ji's food is not something that anyone can eat.

Especially those students who don't have much pocket money.

Even if the family takes advantage of the money, they won't have the luxury of giving their children Qin Ji a meal, right? There are a lot of rich people in this Bianliang City, but there are really very few people who can really eat Qin Ji all at once.

But now the students have this treatment.

This treatment, even if you run like this every day, is not something difficult to accept?

Hundreds of students rushed into the cafeteria like a group of hungry victims.

The wind and clouds wiped out the lunch.

This made the two Qin Ji chefs feel very unaccomplished.

Anyway, my buddy is also a chef in a five-star hotel, right? Cooking should also be done for people who know how to cook, right? But look at these demons...... Do they seem to be people who know how to cook?

After lunch, a small official said: "According to the instructions of Qin Saijiu, the canteen will kill chickens and sheep every day to supplement your nutrition, but these chickens, sheep and livestock, but you have to do it yourself, no matter how stupid, today it is Li Xiu and Wen Yanbo's turn...... These two are available in? Come out! ”

Wen Yanbo and a young man who looked thin came out in wonder, and then were taken to the back kitchen.

In the back kitchen, a tied rooster is struggling.

There was also a goat of about 100 kilograms, which was staring at them vigilantly, and when they approached, they began to neigh wildly.

Qin Ji's cook sniffed and said with a smile: "According to my family's Langjun's explanation, we only need to cook, but you have to do the slaughter, if you don't want to slaughter, you can do it, in the next few days, you will have no meat to eat, you can only eat wild vegetables and pumpkin......"

What the hell am I ......

Wen Yanbo wanted to scold, but after Qin Wei's appearance appeared in his mind, he subconsciously shuddered.

If he had a choice, he would rather rush out and run fifteen or thirty miles at this moment!

"Ke so...... But I've never killed a livestock! ”

The cook is not a person from the country, so he is naturally not used to him, and said coldly: "I don't even dare to kill a chicken, I really don't know what Lang Jun raises you for......

Wen Yanbo just wanted to refute.

said that we are not the descendants of the Qin family, and it is not Qin Wei who raised us, but the prince of the country and the imperial court!

But when you think about it, even the chefs are Qin Ji, and I heard that those great Confucians were also hired by Qin for a lot of money.

Do you have the face to say that you weren't raised by someone else?

Thinking of this, Wen Yanbo stepped forward in frustration and took the knife from the cook's hand.

Kill? Or not kill? How to kill?

That's a problem......

The cook saw his helplessness, and said helplessly: "I'll teach you, you can do it...... Don't think that we will help you do it, Lang Jun said, who dares to help get out of Qin Ji immediately! ”

All right!

Wen Yanbo was desperate, walked up to the chicken with trembling hands, held the knife tightly in both hands, closed his eyes and heart, and was ready to cut down.

"Open your eyes!"

The cook snorted, almost so frightened that he threw away his kitchen knife.

"You can't kill like this, and even if you kill it, if you cut off the head of the chicken, the blood inside will flow back, and the smell of blood will affect the taste of the chicken, and the taste of cooking will be greatly reduced...... We are Qin Ji's chefs, the dishes are messed up, and our peers don't laugh to death? Will you still have the face to go out then?! ”

Damn, have even chefs been so involuted these days?

Wen Yanbo wanted to cry.

……

At the corner of Royal Street.

The crowd flowed endlessly.

A woman stood on the side of the street, her face dirty, her white skin was also made unbearable by the filth, and her pitiful appearance was distressing.

"There are three daughters in a family, and they can't go on, and the little girl in the family is ...... Who bids high...... and he shall bring it back. ”

A middle-aged man on the side was the woman's father, and said with a sigh on his face.

"Three daughters? No wonder, hey! ”

The custom of the Great Song Dynasty is that the dowry of a woman should be rich, and the more the dowry, the more powerful the mother's family is, and the more confident she can be when she arrives at the husband's house.

The custom is like this, everyone has to follow it, otherwise no one will marry your daughter.

In addition, everyone has the heart of comparison, so they gave birth to three daughters, unless the family is rich, it is almost certain that the family will be broken.

So much so that some families trained their daughter to sing and dance when she was a child, and sold it directly when she was older.

In this way, not only is there no burden, but you can also get a generous investment.

When Fan Zhongyan implemented the new policy, he also did a special investigation on this matter, and later issued an edict that no more money should be allowed to marry a daughter.

But this wedding and funeral is a folk custom.

Who listens to you?

Just like the country's rectification of sky-high bride prices in later generations, we all know and know it...... Who listens too?

No bride price?

You beat the singles!

This girl looks okay, if she dresses up, she is definitely a beauty.

There are people on the side who are drooling, ready to find an opportunity to take it.

Even if you have a wife at home, it doesn't matter, if you have a little wealth these days, who doesn't want to have three wives and four concubines, it's cool to be a maid who accompanies the bed!

So Zhao Yunrang, who happened to pass by on the side, couldn't stand it.

The young man is hot-blooded, and he is ready to take a stand for righteousness.

"I'll give you some money, and you can take your daughter home."

If nothing else, this woman will be bought as a concubine, and her fate will be tragic.

The girl glanced up at Zhao Yunrang, and then lowered her head in disappointment.

This young man is gorgeously dressed, and there are servants behind him, and his identity is too disparity, not a good match.

And...... He clearly didn't take a fancy to himself.

It's just a flood of compassion.

"This Langjun invited, the little girl is old, even if she goes home, she will become a monk, but the villain is ...... The family really can't make up the high dowry, so if you are kind, you can buy the little girl and be a house-filling girl...... If you don't want to buy it, this money won't solve the problem......"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, but there was greed in his eyes.

Whether there is money or not is secondary, he just wants to sell his daughter.

Regardless of whether this is out of helplessness or not, this person is indeed not good.

Zhao Yunrang hesitated, he frowned slightly and didn't speak.

As far as his identity is concerned, buying a woman is nothing, even if he can afford to buy ten county palaces, others don't dare to gossip.

But he didn't want to take advantage of others.

People are already so miserable, how can they destroy her for a momentary pleasure?

"Twenty times! I bought it! ”

Just when Zhao Yunrang was hesitating, someone next to him made a bid.

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man with a big belly, who seemed to be at least forty years old, and he must have a wife and concubine at home.

Twenty is not a small number, the middle-aged man nodded happily, and then looked at Zhao Yunrang again.

That means, do you still want to make a bid?

Zhao Yunrang was angry in his heart, and when he saw the pitiful tears in the woman's eyes, he felt even more pity in his heart.

"Fifty times!"

This is a sky-high price, and even if this woman is beautiful and fragrant, it is definitely not worth fifty times.

The middle-aged fat man's face was a little ugly.

was just about to maliciously increase the price, but when he saw Zhao Yunrang, the two cold-eyed guards behind him, hurriedly shrunk his neck and disappeared into the crowd.

The woman looked up, an indescribable smile on her face.

Zhao Yunrang didn't see it, just turned around and left, "Take them home, let the account room get him the money, the deed of sale and the deed must be made, and there can be no more involvement in the future!" ”

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