Xia Xiaodong raised his eyes and looked out the window.
It turned out that there was a large, simple clock hanging under the big banyan tree outside.
A mother-in-law in an earth-colored dress was sitting under the tree, responsible for ringing the bell at one o'clock.
A sweet smell came from the door, and two cooks carried heavy food boxes and brought snacks for the break.
Each person's portion is exactly the same.
Two brown sugar rolls, one shaomai stuffed with spiced mushrooms, and a bowl of fermented rice balls.
These meatballs are well made, each one is as big as the belly of your little finger, round and white, and smooth in the mouth.
With the smell of sweet fermented rice wine, it is really satisfying and satiating.
New surroundings are always tiring.
Xia Xiaodong concentrated on eating.
Anyway, the portions were very small and they were all eaten up quickly.
"You look like you haven't had enough to eat."
A voice from Yingxiu came to my ears: "How can such a good snack be found in the house of a desperately poor soldier?"
Xia Xiaodong glanced at her and saw that Yingxiu was only talking to her master Zhang Wenjuan and not looking at him.
However, these words sound like they are talking about themselves.
Is the Xia family's reputation for being poor so loud?
When the boudoir students were taking a rest, the scholars opposite seemed to be taking a rest as well.
There were actually four or five teenagers strutting over.
Xia Xiaodong opened his eyes wide and felt that the degree of openness was far beyond his imagination.
Of course teenagers have reasons to visit their sisters.
Of course, the more important purpose is to visit my sisters’ classmates.
After all, your sisters can watch them at home, so why go to the academy to watch them.
However, the academies on both sides seemed to have tacitly allowed such deceptive remarks.
No, even Zhang Wenjuan’s younger brother is here.
Zhang Wenjuan's seat was so close that Xia Xiaodong couldn't even see her brother.
It was the boy with the folding fan that I had seen at the door in the morning.
"Wenmao, why are you here?"
Zhang Wenjuan looked at her brother strangely.
Of course she knew that these young men who came to study in her boudoir were drunkards who were not interested in drinking, but her younger brother had never been here, but a few girls had made excuses to go to Sanwei Academy.
"Well."
Zhang Wenmao was obviously not very skilled in what he was doing now, and he replied hesitantly: "I heard my sister coughing a few times in the morning, and I felt worried.
Nowadays, the solar term is not good, summer is coming to an end, and the autumn wind is a bit cold.
It’s better that my sister doesn’t get sick.”
Zhang Wenjuan couldn't laugh or cry.
Brother, if you want to make excuses, don't curse your sister because I'm sick, okay?
Naturally, she would not disgrace her younger brother, so she quickly pushed the uneaten shaomai on the table, and asked Yingxiu to serve another rice dumpling.
She smiled and said, "I can't help but worry about you.
As expected, my throat is dry.
Let's go back and buy some pear paste to moisten it."
As he spoke, he paid attention to his brother's eyes.
Zhang Wenmao was peeking at Xia Xiaodong.
In fact, the academy in Suzhou is almost like a joke in a place where literary style is very popular.
Because Suzhou is a border town, its martial arts style has always been strong but its literary style has been bleak.
There were no academies at all.
The few decent scholars who came to Suzhou all went to Taihuang County to study.
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There was an academies run by an old minister who became an official. fame.
But then suddenly a Mr.
Mi came and he actually carried forward the boudoir school and made it very impressive.
Women’s studies cannot be allowed to be better than men’s studies.
As a result, Magistrate Zhang became cruel and hired two old Jinshi who had no hope of Ding Youqi's recovery as teachers with high salary, and he just propped up Sanwei Academy.
It's a pity that among the young people in Suzhou City, most of them can play, but few can read.
They are forced into the academy by their elders, and most of them just do it reluctantly.
On the contrary, the two academies of men and women looked down upon each other, and gradually it became a custom unique to Suzhou.
Regardless of whether they were civil servants or military officers, boys and girls in the family were sent to academies when they reached an age.
Not only could they learn some literary skills, but they could also make friends with men and women of the same age.
It would also be easier for men to marry women in the future.
Anyway, the academy was open and aboveboard, and there were countless pairs of eyes of teachers and classmates watching, and at most they could say a few words, but nothing out of the ordinary could happen.
Zhang Wenmao is one of the few students in Sanwei Academy who really studies.
He didn't expect that one day he would join the ranks of visiting female classmates, uh, no, visiting sisters at home.
The girl's bright smile was clearly visible in front of her, and it didn't disappear all morning.
Therefore, when other classmates invited him to go with him as a joke, he naturally agreed.
It turned out that she was sitting next to her sister.
Zhang Wenmao devoured the Shaomai in three mouthfuls without any taste, and used his chopsticks to stir the rice balls in the bowl.
Zhang Wenjuan finally couldn't stand it anymore.
"That one is eaten with a spoon."
Zhang Wenjuan poked her brother: "The meatballs are very slippery and cannot be picked up with chopsticks."
Really useless.
The daughter of that reckless man from the Xia family deserves to be treated like this.
Thinking back to Xia Xiaodong's eloquent talk just now, with clear ideas and grand ideas, and quite a sense of superiority, which seemed to overwhelm her, Zhang Wenjuan became more and more uncomfortable.
Zhang Wenmao blushed, clearly feeling that his sister had discovered his purpose.
"It's delicious, don't choke."
Of course Zhang Wenjuan would not say what she was thinking, but she narrowed her eyes and looked at Xia Xiaodong carefully twice.
Hu Meizi.
My younger brother is such a nice young man.
It's only his first day, but he's so seduced that he comes running over.
If it’s not Hu Meizi, it’s nothing.
Xia Xiaodong has no sense of humiliation.
She had already noticed that most of the young men who came here today were here for her, and received a lot of attention, both overt and covert.
There was even a bold one who directly pulled his sister over and forced her to introduce them to them.
It was pity that his sister didn't recognize Xia Xiaodong herself, and she was so anxious that her forehead was sweating.
Based on Xia Xiaodong's mental age, these teenagers are all younger brothers, and each of them is filled with the aura of early onset of hormones, which makes people feel: It's great to be young, but when it comes to the charming love between men and women, there is no mention at all. stand up.
It's probably the so-called generation gap.
"Sister, they are all looking at you."
Yurong came over with a smile on her face: "Well, the one next to Zhang Wenjuan is Zhang Wenmao, the youngest son of Uncle Zhang's family.
He and Zhang Wenjuan have the same mother, and they are both direct children. .
Now he is favored.
I heard that he is also good at reading and is now the only scholar in our academy."
Only Xia Xiaodong had a deeper understanding of Suzhou's writing style.
The scholar only had one seedling, which was brought from other places by the magistrate Zhang.
Returning home in the afternoon, Xia Xiaodong experienced the feeling of eating from a big pot.
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What was brought to the table for lunch was a rather large basin.
It contained both meat and vegetables, both sweet and salty.
You must have not brought the military stove to the table, cook?
Fortunately, it tastes pretty good, a bit like Poon Choi.
Just use Poon Choi, as long as you can eat enough.
After eating and taking a nap, Xia Xiaodong went to see Mrs.
Zhuang.
"Did Madam do this on purpose?"
Xia Xiaodong asked with a smile
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