Baili Qingge lost the money bag and they knew about it, Ji Wen fluctuated his slightly bulky body, found a comfortable position to lean on them, and said, "Boss, you can send a message to your family and ask them to send you silver." ”

The academy is full of students, and each student's food and clothing in the academy is all purchased by the academy and then distributed to them, where is there any place to make money?

Baili Qingge sighed: "If they will send it, it should be sent within two days of my entry into the academy." ”

"Yes!" Ji Wenbo nodded in agreement, and said curiously: "But, boss, why didn't your family give you silver flowers?" ”

"Probably they wanted to abuse me and starve me to death outside!"

Baili Qingge said this casually, complaining and complaining, who would have thought that there would be a big misunderstanding that was ridiculous later.

Qin Mo raised his hand and patted her shoulder, his face full of sympathy: "Boss, don't be frustrated, they don't care about you, you still have us, me and Bobo cover you!" ”

In the evening, the three-person team gathered together and went straight to the mountain behind the academy.

The next day, the students of the academy were talking about soft and sweet persimmons.

Qin Mo just sold a small cloth bag, panted and ran back to the table, handed the copper plate in his hand to Baili Qingge, and sat on her desk tiredly, supporting his body with one elbow, and asked, "Boss, are there still persimmons?" ”

Baili Qingge buried his head and looked into the belly of the table, and replied, "There are only about a dozen left." ”

Qin Mo exclaimed: "So fast? I really didn't expect that the wild fruits that no one cared about in the mountains would be so popular. ”

Baili Qingge replied casually: "Persimmon is delicious, I like it too!" ”

Ji Wenbo didn't know when he came over, and handed a big and red persimmon to Baili Qingge as if he were offering a treasure: "Boss, leave it for you!" ”

Baili Qingge raised his eyebrows, took the persimmon and dragged it in his hand, and praised: "Bobo still has a heart, unlike some people, who only have silver in their eyes, and they wish to sell all the persimmons and keep none of them." ”

The 'someone' who was mentioned immediately pursed his mouth aggrievedly: "Boss, you touch your conscience and say, who am I busy for?" He said as he put one hand over his chest, looking like he had been hit with a broken heart.

The three of them were around a table, and the distance was very close, and Baili Qingge raised his hand and punched him, and scolded with a smile: "Don't fucking pretend!" ”

Jokes are jokes, thanks are indispensable, arms raised, one hand hooked one neck, pulled the two heads closer, and whispered: "Go to the back mountain at night, I invite you to eat good things." ”

As soon as he heard that Ji Wenbo had eaten well, he immediately came to his senses, his small eyes that were piled up by flesh and flesh were shining, and his white and tender face had a unique expression that only foodies have: "Boss, what is delicious to eat, reveal it first!" ”

Baili Qingge let go of them and pretended to be mysterious: "That's not good, I'm afraid you won't be able to listen to the afternoon class." ”

Unfortunately, the afternoon happened to be Deacon Song's class, and his class was generally read by him, and after reading, let them copy it, and after copying it, it was memorized.

There are three rules of the court, and Baili Qingge really can't understand the meaning of memorizing it, after all, it is still necessary to commit it.

Reluctantly, she leaned on the table and waved her brush, her eyes gradually losing focus.

……

"Deacon Song, my stomach hurts!"

"Go and come back!"

"Deacon Song, I also have a stomachache!"

Song Xiaoqing frowned and asked sharply, "Really?" ”

"Really, really, I can't hold it anymore!"

After saying that, the person had already rushed out of the school hall and ran towards the thatched house.

Song Xiaoqing was just about to sit down, and another disciple raised his hand, so without waiting for the other party to speak, he preemptively asked sharply: "You also have a stomachache?" ”

The other party held his stomach, his face was painful, and he replied timidly: "Yes!" ”

Song Xiaoqing slapped the books in his hand on the bookcase and was furious: "What kind of fame are you doing one by one? ”

At this time, Song Fang said quietly: "Deacon Song is not angry, in my opinion, so many people have stomach troubles, they must have accidentally eaten something unclean!" ”

Song Xiao glanced at the vacant position and agreed: "It makes sense, you all tell me, what you ate at noon, if you can't answer or dare to fool me, you are deliberately disrupting classroom discipline, I will definitely punish you for copying the rules of the school three hundred times, and you will not be allowed to eat if you can't finish copying." ”

"Deacon Song, I'll wait... It must not have been done on purpose, it was really a terrible stomach ache that I couldn't help but disturb Deacon Song's class. ”

Seeing that the other party's face turned pale, Deacon Song waved his hand and urged impatiently: "If you want to go, hurry up, and talk about it when you come back." ”

"Yes!"