Zhao Ping rubbed his eyes sleepily, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a table of food, and the tempting aroma of rice continued to seduce the gluttonous worms in Zhao Ping's stomach, and his stomach made an uncontrollable "coo" sound. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Second Uncle Zhao Ping saw that Zhao Ping woke up, put down the clothes in his hand, looked at Zhao Ping with a smile and said, "Wake up, you must be hungry, come and eat something." Zhao Ping hadn't eaten since he came to Zhang's house in the morning, and he was indeed hungry, so when he heard the greeting of his second uncle Zhao Geng, he sat down and ate a lot.

The meal is not a big fish and meat, but it is also quite hearty, much better than what Zhao Ping usually eats at home, and Zhao Ping eats very happily. Zhao Geng saw that Zhao Ping was eating happily and was very satisfied, so he sat down and explained the rules of the Zhang family to Zhao Ping while eating.

The young master of the Zhang family is named Zhang Yinxiang, and Zhao Ping is not the only scholar who accompanies him, there are as many as five people. Zhao Ping is just a companion of the little young master when he is teaching, and the others are responsible for the little master's food, clothing, housing and transportation, in the end, Zhao Ping's work is still very easy. This is mainly what the second uncle Zhao Geng fought for Zhao Ping, otherwise how could Zhao Ping have such an easy job to do.

After dinner, Zhao Geng called someone in to clean up the scraps on the table, and told Zhao Ping to take him to see the little young master Zhang Yinxiang tomorrow, and told him to rest early, not to delay meeting the little master tomorrow morning. After chatting with Zhao Ping for a few more words, he got up and left, leaving Zhao Ping alone to sit in the room.

It was late at night, there was no starlight in the vast sky, and there was an unusually calm under the dark sky, which felt like the rhythm of a storm, which made people feel daunted. Inadvertently, a gust of breeze slightly brushed Zhao Ping's somewhat thin cheeks, bringing a hint of coolness, but quietly leaving it lonely.

Facing the darkness and feeling the coldness of the night wind, this is a person's night, a night that belongs to Zhao Ping alone. Although hiding in the quilt, Zhao Ping's heart still couldn't feel warm, touching the peace charm that Zhao's mother sewed for herself before leaving, Zhao Ping quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Zhao Ping understood that he couldn't warm his cold face with tears, never.

The night is getting deeper......

The chaotic footsteps and shouting interrupted Zhao Ping's dream, Zhao Ping opened his hazy eyes, got up quickly, folded the quilt, changed into the clothes sent yesterday, and Zhao Geng arrived after cleaning up everything. Seeing Zhao Ping so diligent, Zhao Ping's second uncle's face showed a look of satisfaction.

Zhao Geng took Zhao Ping out of the house, and the people he met along the way kept greeting Zhao Geng, and shouted to Mr. Zhao. Zhao Ping followed his second uncle to a crowded place, a group of family members were queuing up to receive breakfast, Zhao Geng led Zhao Ping to a place where no one was, gave Zhao Ping two steamed buns, and told Zhao Ping that all the food in the future will be collected here.

Taking the steamed bun in the second uncle's hand, Zhao Ping devoured it, and vaguely agreed "I know" in his mouth, then lowered his head and continued to eat, as if the steamed bun in his hand was not a trivial and tasteless steamed bun, but a delicacies from the mountains and seas that made people hang down the curtain.

A smile climbed onto Zhao Geng's face, and after making a bowl of porridge from the side, he handed it to Zhao Ping, and said with a smile: "Eat slowly, no one will rob you." Zhao Geng said as he took the steamed buns handed over by the servant beside him and ate them.

After Zhao Ping finished eating, Zhao Geng asked with a smile: "Have you eaten enough?"

He lowered his head and whispered, "It's full." ”

Zhao Geng didn't seem to see Zhao Ping's shyness, and after hearing Zhao Ping say that he was full, he pulled Zhao Ping out of the kitchen, walked through a garden full of spring, and walked towards the backyard of the house.

A small courtyard caught Zhao Ping's eyes, surrounded by huge trees that enclosed the entire courtyard, and the huge canopy of trees blocked the roof like a natural parasol. Before Zhao Ping entered the courtyard, a roar of shouting 'quiet' came into his ears, followed by the sound of the ring ruler slapping on the table and a slightly frightened exclamation.

Zhao Ping pushed open the gate of the courtyard under the leadership of his second uncle Zhao Geng, looked at the courtyard suspiciously, and suddenly the scene in the courtyard was in full view.

An old man in a green coat was standing in front of the podium with an angry face, and several young men with their heads bowed were standing below him. Zhao Ping heard from the second uncle that the old man was the teacher who was invited by the head of the Zhang family to teach at the expense, and he heard that he was still a showman, but he was too old to take the exam, so he accepted the invitation of the Zhang family to teach the young master of the Zhang family.

The few teenagers standing were all dressed well, and after being introduced by the second uncle, Zhao Ping knew that these were the sons and nephews of the head of the Zhang family. There were four scholars standing next to him who were wearing the same clothes as Zhao Ping, bowing their heads and saying nothing.

A slightly short young man in the middle was dressed in brocade, with a gold ribbon around his waist, and a crystal clear jade pendant hanging from his waist, which was worth a lot of money at a glance, and without the introduction of the second uncle, Zhao Ping immediately understood that this young man was the little young master Zhang Yinxiang.

Young Master Zhang's face is round, and his body looks a little graceful because of his pampering. At this time, he was in a stalemate with the old man in front of him, and the old man in front of the podium kept raising the ring ruler in his hand and slapping the table, grabbing Young Master Zhang's arm with one hand, asking him to take out the things hidden behind him.

Young Master Zhang's face was red from the exertion, his eyebrows were twisted into a lump, and even the green tendons on his arms could be seen clearly. The old man didn't dare to push too hard when he saw that Little Master Zhang didn't obey, for fear of hurting the little young master, which made the two of them stalemate with each other. The people next to him were silent when they saw this scene, and stayed aside.

The courtyard door was pushed open, and a creaking screech pierced the quiet stalemate.

Zhao Geng was not stunned when he saw the scene in the court, and then pulled Zhao Ping to the side of everyone. The expression of the old man with an angry face under the podium changed slightly, his eyebrows raised slightly, he lowered his voice, and asked in a low voice: "What is Steward Zhao doing here?" "The wind blew softly, with a hint of heaviness.

Feeling that the atmosphere was a little weird, he didn't dare to slack off on the old man Zhao Geng, after all, he was just a housekeeper of the Zhang family, and naturally he couldn't compare with the show who taught the little master.

At that moment, Zhao Geng hurriedly bowed down and said respectfully: "I came to send a new personal scholar to the young master on the order of the owner." Then he pointed to Zhao Ping, who was standing beside the young master with his head bowed, and said in a slightly flattering tone: "This is the nephew of my own family, and I hope that Mr. will take care of me more." ”

seemed to feel that the atmosphere was abnormal, and after explaining the matter, Zhao Geng immediately got up and retired, leaving Zhao Ping alone in the courtyard.

Zhao Ping lowered his head and stared at his toes, looking a little cramped and uneasy. Suddenly, Zhao Ping felt his body tighten, and the little young master Zhang Yinxiang, who was standing next to Zhao Ping, suddenly leaned closer, and when the old man's attention shifted to Zhao Geng, who was leaving, Zhao Ping felt that someone was stuffed with something in his hands pinned behind him, and his expressionless face flashed a trace of astonishment, but fortunately, Zhao Ping had his head down, but he was not discovered by the old man.

Looking up at the little young master beside him, the latter gave him a vague look. Zhao Ping, who understood it, touched the item in his hand that looked like a box and put it in his sleeve casually, and then moved it to the side as if nothing happened, away from the little young master beside him.

After the old man saw Steward Zhao walking away, he looked at Zhang Yinxiang with a gloomy face. He said in a deep voice: "Stretch out your hand, there is something hidden behind your back." If he doesn't take it out again, the old man will have to tell the head of the house. Hearing the old man's words, the little young master immediately stretched out his hands cleanly, his hands were empty, and then he was afraid that the old man would not believe it, so he turned around and jumped twice, indicating that he was not hiding anything on his body. The old master searched unbelievably and really found nothing, plus Zhao Ping had just arrived, and he was some distance from the little master, but he didn't suspect that something was on him.

The old master saw that he couldn't find anything, so he had no choice but to settle the matter.

Zhao Ping took the book from the old man's hand, sat next to the little young master and accompanied the little master to listen to the old man's lecture, although Zhao Ping couldn't read the words on the book for the time being, but listening to the explanation of the gentleman, a door that had never been opened was opened, Zhao Ping seemed to understand a new world, but listened very seriously.

When the gentleman finished the lecture and walked away, Zhao Ping took out the box in his sleeve and respectfully sent it to the little master. The little young master took the box a little impatiently, quickly opened the lid of the box, and was obviously relieved when he saw the two crickets in the box intact.

The little young master showed a satisfied look on his face, if it wasn't for Zhao Ping's sudden appearance just now, he would definitely be caught by Mr., although the little master is not afraid of Mr., but if he complains to the head of the family, he will definitely be scolded. Now that everything is over, the satisfied look on the little master's face has become more and more intense.

"You can stay with me in the future. As soon as the little young master's words fell, the envious eyes around him suddenly gathered on Zhao Ping. Zhao Ping helped everyone out of the siege just now, but everyone's impression of Zhao Ping was still good, but now seeing that he was appreciated by the little master, he was only a little envious.

Zhao Ping hurriedly thanked the little master for his appreciation, and after packing up the books, he followed the little master out of the house.

Walking and walking, suddenly Zhao Ping's heart palpitated, as if a hateful gaze was staring at him tightly, Zhao Ping felt a little cold behind him, and when Zhao Ping looked back, he didn't find anything.

"Someone seems to be hating me. ”

Immediately, Zhao Ping shook his head stupidly, and laughed twice in his heart, he had just come to Zhang's house, and he hadn't had a holiday with anyone, maybe he was just too nervous, and then quickly followed the pace of Little Master Zhang and left the courtyard.

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