"The two separate rooms on the left, one is a firewood room, and the other is a kitchen......" After Hu Su, the academy administrator, took Xie Qingyun to put down his luggage, he led him around: "There are two wing rooms, the largest is the one you went to just now, it was originally for the students to live, and there are many beds, but now you are alone, but it is spacious." The other room is Nie Fuzi's bedroom. ”

From the moment he entered the academy, Xie Qingyun had met Hu Su, who had been waiting for him here, this steward was completely different from the one he met outside the gate of the Three Arts Academy, he was an easy-going and kind old man.

"Is the two-story building over there where the master teaches?" Xie Qingyun looked around and pointed to the most luxurious-looking two-story building in the entire academy.

"That's right, it's a study hall, and it's said that the downstairs is a place to teach, but because no student has ever come, it's never used. The upstairs is used to store books, and the academy is not as good as the martial arts academy and the craftsman's academy, but there are many books.

After a pause, Hu Su continued: "If you are idle, go to the study hall to study. In addition to the two lines of martial arts and craftsmen, there are all kinds of scriptures in other trades. Three years of study, don't waste it, read more books, it's best to learn a craft by yourself, and there will be a way out in the future. ”

"Thank you. Xie Qingyun clasped his hands into fists and saluted, everyone knew that there was nothing to be gained by just studying, and the old man was reminding Xie Qingyun when he said this.

It's a layer of window paper when you say this, but ordinary people don't know you well, so why bother telling you more. You'll have to waste some time trying to figure it out. Or no one reminds them, the lazy students, who have food and shelter, are wasted in the academy.

Hu Su is just the first time he has seen him, and he doesn't treat Xie Qingyun as a genius and take care of him like Chen Bole and Li Tangyi, and he can say this, the little boy understands and is grateful in his heart, so he salutes.

Seeing Xie Qingyun acting so solemnly, the old man nodded, then suddenly frowned and asked, "How old are you?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Xie Qingyun was a little strange.

The old man frowned and smiled: "That's fine." Then he lowered his voice and said: "Nie Fuzi is not only arrogant and likes to put on a show, but also very eccentric. He said that he wanted me to send wine and food once every three days, and he wanted four or five jars of wine, but the amount of food was only for one day, and he didn't seem to be afraid of hunger. ”

As if he was afraid that Master Nie would suddenly appear, the old man looked in the direction of the backyard before he continued: "When Master first came to the academy, I sent food a few more times, but he was extremely impatient, and the last time, he hit me with a rice bowl. Now that you're here, I want to send cooked food once every three days, and it's easy to spoil after a long time, since you know how to cook, it's best to bring you some fresh ingredients every time you send you wine and food, and you can make your own fire for the other two days. ”

The old steward was kind-hearted, afraid that Xie Qingyun would be scared when he heard it, and added: "You don't have to be afraid, Nie Fuzi likes to sit in the backyard, although he has a strange temper and doesn't like to talk, he won't teach you anything." But as long as you ignore him, it's fine, if you have friends in the martial arts academy and the craftsman's academy, you can also find them every once in a while, so you won't be too lonely. ”

"Don't worry, the disciple knows how to do it. Xie Qingyun nodded and saluted again.

"Okay, I'll come back the day after tomorrow. Seeing that Xie Qingyun was so sensible, the old man was also relieved, and he didn't say anything more, so he said goodbye and left, Xie Qingyun sent him out of the alley outside the academy before turning back.

Compared with the two courtyards of martial arts and craftsmen, the academy is pitifully small, called "courtyard", and it is really only the size of a courtyard. According to the old warden, in the front yard, the few rooms as far as the eye can see, plus the backyard that can only be reached through the middle hall, add up to the entire academy.

After sending off the old steward, Xie Qingyun walked around, except for Nie Fuzi's wing, the rest of the rooms went around. The study hall became the most surprising place for him, the old steward said well, except for the lack of martial arts and craftsman scriptures, there is everything, and even the volumes such as "The Twelve Tips of Begging" are placed on the bookshelf of the miscellaneous scriptures column.

After a set of punches in the front yard and relaxing his muscles, Xie Qingyun walked through the middle hall and came to the backyard, ready to meet the master. The backyard was smaller than the frontyard, there was not even a stone chair or table, and in the middle of the bare earth, a bare old tree stood there. Under the old tree, a middle-aged man in a dark robe sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was recuperating.

The most striking thing about the middle-aged is that there is a hideous scar on the dark complexion, and there is a gourd beside the middle-aged, and the gourd stopper is not covered, revealing a burst of wine.

The corners of Xie Qingyun's mouth curled slightly, knowing that this person was Master Nie, so he bowed and saluted: "Student Xie Qingyun see Master's ......"

Before he finished speaking, Nie Fuzi opened his eyes, stared at Xie Qingyun expressionlessly, and said coldly, "The steward didn't come?"

"It's coming. Xie Qingyun replied.

"Didn't take you to stay? didn't explain the rules?" Nie Fuzi frowned.

"Got it. Xie Qingyun was not in a hurry.

Nie Fuzi's gaze turned to a heavy one: "Then you are still here to do something, don't come to the backyard if you have nothing to do!"

"Follow the Master's teachings. Xie Qingyun was not anxious, not impatient, not angry, saluted again, turned around and left.

As soon as he returned to the middle hall, the little boy smiled. He didn't go to the backyard to be scolded, he had already learned about the temper of this Nie master from his mother, and this temptation was really so.

After witnessing the temper of the master, the young man was hungry, so he took a bag of bacon and went to the kitchen.

Looking around, it has not been used for a long time, and it is dusty everywhere. Then he cleaned it first, brought well water from the yard, cleaned all the pots and stoves, and then the young man began to make a fire to cook.

The disciple of the chef of Wuhua Restaurant in the county town is naturally familiar with cooking, Xie Qingyun quickly took out seven long strips of bacon, six of them were hung on the wall, and the remaining one was picked up with a kitchen knife and cut it.

After cutting it twice, he suddenly found something sandwiched between the bacon, reached in, and took out a thin silk scroll, opened it and took a look, which recorded the unique secret recipe of Uncle Wang's "family heirloom bacon".

When the little boy saw this, he smiled and laughed heartily. After laughing, he put the scroll in his arms, knelt down in the direction of Bailong Town, and bowed to the master: "Uncle Wang, Master, thank you very much." ”

A few years ago, Uncle Wang said that Xie Qingyun would inherit his mantle in the future and take over his Wang's braised food shop. Just a few years older, after apprenticeship, he passed on Xie Qingyun's unique bacon skills.

But later, a chef named and accepted apprentices, and Uncle Wang never mentioned it again. A few days before coming to the Sanyi Academy, Uncle Wang called Xie Qingyun to go to his house, and he wanted to speak several times, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Until now, Xie Qingyun knew that Uncle Wang wanted to teach Xie Qingyun the secret method of passing on bacon even if he didn't inherit his mantle and didn't take over his braised food shop.

Seeing this secret book, how could the young man not understand Uncle Wang's thoughts, how could he not understand Uncle Wang's doting on him, how could he not be happy, and how could he not apprentice.

The little boy felt that Zhong Jing and Ziying were the masters and mothers of martial arts and literature, and there was no problem with worshipping an old Uncle Wang as the master of cooking.

After worshipping the master of cooking, Xie Qingyun began to show his cooking skills. An hour later, wisps of meat leaked out of the kitchen, and the meat was sandwiched with the fragrance of fruits and vegetables, and the fragrance was accompanied by a little mellow aroma of wine, which was the wonder of Uncle Wang's bacon.

Just leaked and leaked, the aroma leaked all over the front yard, and a nie fuzi leaked.