It is said that Fu Xiaowa has a place to settle in this academy, taking care of flowers and plants, he has always been familiar with it, and he can quickly complete the gardening work in the yard every day. According to the old man's own introduction, his surname is Wen, and he calls himself Uncle Wen, and Fu Xiaowa is also called so.

The current Fu Xiaowa, in these years, has also grown physically, he is neither tall nor short, but his face still looks a little naïve, and his heart is still the same as when he was a teenager.

Fu Xiaowa is still a timid and fearful person, in the face of unfamiliar things, if he wasn't very excited that day, he wouldn't have collided with the old man who tested it. However, he also regretted that the excitement of that day had caused him a lot of trouble, which was the result of not being able to restrain his feelings. So he was careful to meet those disciples to avoid further trouble.

Gradually, Fu Xiaowa began to get used to the life of the academy, feeling very calm and serene, often, he would miss the time in Qingniu Town, I don't know what Qingniu Town has become now, but he doesn't have time to go back to visit, the progress he needs to cultivate now is imminent.

Every day is to help Uncle Wen take care of the yard and practice kung fu in his spare time. Uncle Wen had seen him practice martial arts, and he usually had a little conversation and didn't say much.

The morning birds chirp and make noise about this morning, which is the most comfortable time of summer, and in a few hours, the sun will roast the whole land and pull the whole dynasty into the heat.

Fu Xiaowa, who got up early, had already trimmed the yard, and now there were no tools for him to practice, so he moved the stone bench. With his strength, the ordinary stone bench is like cotton, and it can no longer meet his needs, only this stone bench is heavy enough, and it needs to burst out of strength to lift, and it can be exhausted in a few strokes, just like a decisive battle. Fortunately, there are some fruits to eat in the yard, and after eating the fruits, the strength grows quickly, and they will soon recover.

At this time, Fu Xiaowa was holding the stone bench he, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Uncle Wen holding some books and didn't know where to go. Fu Xiaowa also asked. Uncle Wen replied that he was going to earn some hard-earned money, and seeing that Uncle Wen's life was relatively poor, and his residence was simple, Fu Xiaowa was inconvenient to ask. I'm afraid to ask about some embarrassing work. hindering the face of the old man.

"Uncle Wen is early!"

"Hmm. I'm practicing, I'm very diligent!"

The old man's name was Wen Cangbo, and he was the master of Tiandu Academy. The academy master is the mentor of the academy apprentices, mainly responsible for the teaching of the academy apprentices, in the imperial city full of power, the academy master is also considered to be a superior class, and even the first and second grade officials must be treated with courtesy. Having said that, he has been teaching martial arts in this Tiandu Academy for twenty-seven years, but he has only seen this young man unique, his realm is not high, and his foundation is extremely deep.

Seeing the foundation of this young man, he was shocked that day, but the academy's apprentice selection system, doomed this young man to be unable to pass, in the traditional understanding of the academy, no talented students are purely a waste of time, there is a hurdle in practice, that is, Shouyuan, those who can't cross this hurdle will always stay at that step, and the difficulty of practice to cross this hurdle is unimaginable, and requires qualified support.

However, he was very curious, this young man's second-class talent, but he had such a foundation, ordinary cultivators, before breaking through the important realm, in order to have a better foundation after breaking through the realm, and all the good conditions, would give up cultivation and re-cultivate, and after the second cultivation, the foundation would be very deep.

But if you want to rebuild at such an age, it's impossible, even if you're so talented, you have to be in your thirties to rebuild. So this boy is very secret, he is very curious, but he is still observing, looking at the origin of this young man.

Fu Xiaowa shook Gang Tianzun, and there was a muffled sound, and the ground shook a little. Seeing him wipe a handful of sweat, he grinned: "Are you going to work again?"

"For life, the life of rushing!" Wen Cangbo said casually with a faint smile.

"Be careful, don't be too tired, and take care of the food, don't worry about it, I can solve it myself!"

"It's best if you can find food to eat, my old man is alone, he doesn't like to make a fire to cook, you eat fruit when you're hungry, and when you're tired of eating, you find a way to beat your teeth!"

Fu Xiaowa had already discovered that the rice jars in the kitchen were empty, knowing that this old man was living a hard life, and it was estimated that it would not be easy to raise him.

"You don't have to worry about this, you can get busy, don't worry about me, I just need a place to nest!"

"That's good, I'll go to work first!" Wen Cangbo shook his head with a smile, and then left slowly.

Looking at the figure of the old man leaving, he felt that the old man was very pitiful, helpless, and went to work so early every day, and returned after dark, the family lacked firewood, rice, oil and salt, and the house was clean and there were no more than two things, and there were only two sets of clothes to wash and change on weekdays.

Fu Xiaowa left the small courtyard and wandered in the academy again, there were many colleges, even if Fu Xiaowa had been shopping for a few days, he hadn't finished half of the shopping yet.

The nearest canteen to Fu Xiaowa, called Qi Shan Zhai, can accommodate tens of thousands of people, and the building scale is not less than any palace.

Fu Xiaowa looked up at the scale of the dining hall, and the sunlight in the corner of the room pierced his eyes. Such a huge building is difficult to see in Qingniu Town, you can imagine the manpower and material resources involved, the energy and time required to build this academy, it is a glorious place built by millions of hands and countless nights.

At this moment, it is still the time for dinner, and there are few people in Qishan Zhai, and no one enters or leaves the door. The light in the middle of the break is very bright, and you can see that the tables inside are neatly arranged and stretch into the distance. By noon, it will be crowded with people.

I heard that the apprentices are eligible for free meals, which is also one of the treatments that Fu Xiaowa envies the apprentices. However, Fu Xiaowa knew that he didn't have to fantasize anymore, he didn't have this qualification.

Fu Xiaowa is in Ruoda's Qi Shan Zhai four turns, this dining hall is wooden, the window is carved dragon, pasted with oil paper, not into the wind but very transparent.

At this time, he came to the back of Qi Zhai, which is the place where the food is processed, although the fast is deserted, and the back is already very lively, the sound of chopping vegetables comes out of the kitchen frequently, and the smell of oil smoke and vegetables comes to the nose. Let Fu Xiaowa can't help but wipe a handful of saliva. Fu Xiaowa has been eating fruit for a while until he is about to become constipated, no matter how delicious the fruit is, he is tired of eating too much, and he wants to eat a delicious meal or two.

At this time, a carriage dragging a cart of grain stopped behind the dining hall, driven by a thin old man with some yellow teeth, who seemed to be smoking.

The thin old man got out of the car and shouted, "Pock, pockmark." Don't hurry up and unload the rice grain for Lao Tzu. I'm still in a hurry to send it to other homes!"

I saw a pockmarked and fat man walk out of the house and said, "What are you yelling, don't you see that you are busy, no one is calling a ghost to move?"

"Aren't people there?" the thin old man nodded the horsewhip in his hand to Fu Xiaowa next to him.

Fu Xiaowa's dress is also like a handyman, and it looks very different from the clothes embroidered by the disciples of the courtyard.

The pockmark glanced at the young man next to him. shouted, "What about the others?

Fu Xiaowa said blankly: "Others." What others?"

"Forget it. Let's move!" the pockmarked man walked back into the house with his hands behind his back.

"Oh!" Fu Xiaowa replied in a daze, and then began to help carry the rice grain.

Fu Xiaowa is such a guy, he can't meet others to call for help. As long as there is a greeting, there will be a response.

A sack of rice grain is more than 100 catties, which is a small meaning for Fu Xiaowa, carrying bags of rice grain on his back and transporting it inside.

"Okay, is there anything else you want to help?" A carriage of rice and grain, which had already been moved after a few times, Fu Xiaowa clapped his hands without panting.

The thin old man scratched his head with the horsewhip and said, "Help me sweep the body!"

Fu Xiaowa climbed onto the car and used a small broom to sweep the rice grains scattered on the car into piles.

"That's it!"

Fu Xiaowa jumped out of the car.

"Why don't you throw out all that broken rice?"

Fu Xiaowa said strangely: "Don't you want these?"

"With so many grains of sand, what are you doing here?"

"It's a waste, don't just give it to me!" Fu Xiaowa rubbed his hands.

"If you want to feed the chickens, take it!" the thin old man thought that this broken rice could be of no use except for feeding the chickens and ducks.

Fu Xiaowa thanked him for collecting the broken rice mixed with sand grains and wrapped it in paper.

Leaving Qi Zhai, Fu Xiaowa came to a secret place by Bilian Lake, picked a lotus leaf, and put the broken rice on the lotus leaf, which was basically half gravel and half rice.

Removing the gravel, the rice was still white rice, and Fu Xiaowa was satisfied with wrapping the white rice in lotus leaves and putting it in his arms. Now that the rice is in place, where to find the dishes.

When Fu Xiaowa was worried, he saw a few red fish shadows flashing in the lotus lake, he looked left and right, found that there was no one, took off his clothes, and jumped into the lake, and suddenly a cold air was like a body, making people shiver. This lake is indeed strange, such a hot day, but it is as cold as the lake water in winter.

In the evening, it was the time for the teacher of Wen Yuan to return from teaching, and the sunset at dusk was scattered in the courtyard. With the sound of Yiya, Master Wen returned with a little tiredness, he had long been accustomed to returning alone like this, accustomed to living alone, without disturbances and greetings.

Today, however, he saw two bowls of rice, a plate of fried carp, and a plate of stir-fried lotus root slices on the stone table under the tree. Fu Xiaowa, who had cleaned up the kitchen, was walking out at this time, and when he saw Uncle Wen, he greeted him warmly: "Uncle Wen, come over for dinner!"

That Wen Cangbo walked slowly to the bottom of the tree, looking at the food on the stone table, in fact, he had been fasting for many years, and he only ate one Red Flame Fruit every day in order to practice.

However, when he saw the food on the table, he still had an inexplicable feeling in his heart. Exceptionally, he sat down at the stone table and sat down with joy on his face as he looked at the young man opposite.

"Come on, come on, please don't be polite, you don't have to worry about eating in the future!" Fu Xiaowa greeted warmly.

"Where did this food come from?" Wen Cangbo asked lightly.

Fu Xiaowa sneezed, rubbed his nose and said, "Bought it, what are you worried about, eat it!"

Wen Cangbo smiled lightly, this red long-tailed carp is obviously the dragon carp in Bilian Lake, this lotus root, not to mention it. Bilian Lake is cold all year round, cold as winter water, and ordinary people can freeze to death without a pillar of incense.

Before eating, Fu Xiaowa returned some rice in the bowl to Uncle Wen, Wen Cangbo asked him why he didn't cook more, and Fu Xiaowa was also vague.

Master Wen Cangbo made an exception to eat this meal, which was his first time in ten years. '''(To be continued.) )