"She said that the master wanted to paint Xu Xian."
"How could the master know about Xu Xian? Isn't that something in the storybook recently?"
"She's so funny."
"..."
In a class full of girls, once the chatter begins, it will be endless.
In the chaos, Yu Yinghua raised his hand to stop him and said: "Everyone, be quiet. What Xia Xiazi said is not impossible. We allow the possibility of any kind of viewpoint."
Xia Qianqian stared directly at this female gentleman.
She is an interesting person.
After laughing and making trouble, the rest of the time was spent copying the painting.
There is pen, ink, paper and inkstone on everyone’s desk.
Everyone began to focus on drawing. Xia Qianqian raised the brush, thought about it, and sketched a picture with a few strokes.
The morning passed quickly.
Lunch is very generous, and the college, like modern universities, has a dedicated canteen.
Boys and girls have separate meals, which are provided by the college, and the meal expenses are included in the monthly tuition.
Xia Qianqian went to Huazi Class to look for ingots. The two of them took the food, found a stone table in the yard, and ate happily.
The afternoon classes are easier.
Mr. Yu talked about some knowledge about women's virtues, but during the period he also talked about some personal information and some current affairs news.
For example, regarding the recent war between officials and bandits, when will it end?
Where can Feng Wei of Fanshan hide? Officers and soldiers are guarding the entrance of Fanshan, predicting when they can break in...
Xia Qianqian didn't expect that Mr. Zai would be able to talk about these things easily.
The female students sitting down were actually used to what their husband said, and they all listened with great interest.
At around three o'clock in the afternoon, the college ended school.
The students in Zhuxian College are all from nearby, so there are no students living on campus.
After class, Xia Qianqian went to the Huazi class to pick up the ingot, went to Erbian, and met Mo Yan.
She took out two strings of copper coins from her backpack and handed them over, "This is our bundle for this month."
A six-hundred-coin copper plate, tied with two thin threads, was placed on the table with a clatter.
Mo Yan looked at these copper plates and felt inexplicably sad.
I heard that this kid makes a living by selling tofu. A pound of tofu only costs five cents. After the cost, he probably only earns one or two cents.
Six hundred coins, how much tofu this kid has to grind and how much effort he has to put in to earn it.
"Student Xia, our college provides special subsidies to those from poor families, even exempting them from tuition and providing daily lunch."
Mo Yan suggested: "How about I sign up for you? All you need is the dean's signature. There will be no difficulty."
Xia Qianqian led her younger brother to the door. When she heard Mo Yan's words, she shook her head, smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Mo. No need."
Her family earns daily income from selling tofu.
Over at Juwanglou, the royalties are shared every month.
She had no time to exchange the two thousand taels of silver notes she had on hand for scraps of silver.
No, with her current consumption level, it’s not even close to spending a lot of money.
Therefore, the college’s tuition fee is only a drop in the bucket.
How could she ignore her conscience and apply for a scholarship when it was not worth mentioning?
Xia Qianqian declined, and Mo Yan became more and more intolerable, "If you have difficulties at home, our college is willing to provide help."
But her family really doesn’t have any difficulties now.
Xia Qianqian's attitude was firm, "No, Mr. Mo. The income I earn from selling tofu is completely self-sufficient. If the college has the ability, it's better to help those who really need help."
Mo Yan's eyes lit up when he looked at the girl.
This girl is simply too sensible.
With emotion, he sent the two of them out of the gate.
Xia Qianqian led Yuanbao all the way to the west city gate.
On weekdays, Yuanbao rarely goes out alone, and the opportunities to come to Jiangcheng are also rare.
The dazzling array of gadgets on the street caught his eye one after another. He looked left and right, unable to recover for a while.
Xia Qianqian laughed dumbly.
She took Yuanbao and bought a basket of steamed buns, a candy figure of Sun Wukong, and a bunch of candied haws.
Holding one ingot in each hand, he happily spun around in circles.
The two walked around the street for a while, then hurried to the West Gate.
Uncle Wang stood guard next to the bullock cart, smoking a dry pipe and waiting for them.
Seeing the two siblings, he knocked the ashes from the cigarette pot, put it away, and said hello: "Come on, we're going home."
The three of them got on the carriage and headed slowly towards Fu'an Village.
Xia Qianqian looked at the dust all over Uncle Wang's body and couldn't help but joked: "Uncle Wang, did you go wandering in the dirt this day?"
"Isn't it?"
Uncle Wang smiled happily and said: "I helped several families in Baiyang Village build brick kilns."
He shook his head and said helplessly: "Those people want to build a house and save money, but they don't do it properly. When doing work, they don't listen to my instructions at all, which makes them very angry."
Xia Qianqian also smiled, "If you are angry, at worst, you can just slap your hand and leave. Why bother to pay attention to it?"
"That won't work!"
Uncle Wang is a very principled person, "When the folks from my hometown came to ask for help, I agreed, so naturally I would help them to the end. Besides, each of their families gave me one hundred copper coins."
One hundred copper coins per household is enough for ten days' wages if one person's labor is counted.
This is a good way to make money, but it has certain risks.
Xia Qianqian thought for a while and reminded: "Uncle Wang, the hardness and pressure resistance of the red bricks fired using this method cannot be tested. They vary between good and bad. You must check them carefully."
"Okay, the old man knows."
"Also, Uncle Wang, don't build the house too high, and the proportion of cement must be strictly observed."
"The house will be inhabited by people in the future. Therefore, when building a house, there is no need to be careless at all."
"Okay! Girl, don't worry. You, Uncle Wang, have lived for so many years and you have a sense of proportion."
After a while, the ox cart returned to Fu'an Village.
As soon as he got home, Yuanbao told Li Yunniang everything about the academy.
Li Yunniang was heartbroken when she heard that a husband was deliberately making things difficult. When she heard that Cao Ran was supporting her daughter, she was extremely grateful to Cao Ran.
After a while, it's dinner time.
Xia Qianqian goes to the kitchen to show off her skills.
She made tofu and ate it twice.
A plate of fried tofu, a plate of homemade tofu, vegetarian stir-fried vegetables, staple food millet porridge, and xiaolongbao.
The mother and son finished their meal happily.
As soon as Yuanbao got off the dinner table, he immediately ran to the backyard to visit the new member of the family.
Two gray donkeys.
As soon as he arrived in the backyard, Yuan Bao shouted in surprise: "Auntie, Sister, come quickly!"
Xia Qianqian ran to the backyard and took a look. At the base of the back wall, a pergola was built at some point and was filled with hay.
Next to the hay, there are rows of bags.
Xia Qianqian stepped forward, opened the bag and grabbed a handful. It was wheat bran and soy flour.
Li Yunniang trotted over and explained: "Qianqian, Mr. Mo asked Geng to deliver it this afternoon."
Seeing her daughter's serious expression, Li Yunniang rubbed her hands, "I didn't want it, so I excused myself by saying there was no place to put it. Look, a few of them spent an entire afternoon building this shed and put all the things down."<
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Xia Qianqian looked at the donkey in the corner, then looked at the food, and couldn't help but smile.
In modern times, she has received many gifts.
Flowers, jewelry, and the villa where her family lives were given to her by her grandfather.
The worst thing was the family specialties given to her by the patient, including local eggs, salted duck eggs, yam potatoes with mud at the roots...
I never thought that I would come to ancient times.
She actually received a donkey and a wall-high supply of food.
