Fields of Gold

In the past, the young people in the village, watching Zhao hunters and Yuhai hunt to earn some silver, often went up the mountain to set up a rabbit and fight a wild chicken. Since the accident in Yuhai, other than Yegor's daring Zhao hunter, no one dares to go up the mountain anymore.

Old Zhang has lived in Xishan Village for decades and for the first time knows that there are wild bears and other murderous creatures on the mountain! Even though the blind bear is killed, who knows if there are any other fierce wildlife on the mountain!

Yu Hai smiled: “It's fine, as long as you don't go into the deep mountains, you'll be fine. There are mountain forests in nearby villages every day. After all these years, nothing has happened? We inadvertently woke the blind bear who had just woken up in the winter, without warning... just be careful in the future. ”

Zhang shook his head with a sigh and took two of the three pennies he handed over: “The two children occupy a small space, just give them a piece of money. It's not easy for your family...”

Little Grass thanked Grandpa Zhang. Although their family is not short of that penny, they are grateful for Zhang's kindness.

The brothers picked a middle position on the cattle cart, leaned against the package for the little stone belt, and squinted their eyes for a nap. Yuhai sat in front of Old Zhang and spoke with him without a match. Qian Wen sat next to the two brothers, took a book and shook his head and chanted it gently.

When the cattle cart walked and stopped, passing through the third village, it was finally full of people. Little grass brothers are squeezed in the middle, can't even extend their legs, can't speak of suffering. Qian Wen seemed to notice her discomfort, switching positions with her so that she could sit in front of her and pull her legs on the side of the bull cart, which was always more comfortable than her old legs.

Little Grass smiled thankfully at the money. Little stones were squeezed between Dad and Grandpa Zhang, took the old Zhang's cattle whip and threw the whip out in the air...

When you enter Tang Gu Town, it's not time for breakfast. Little Grass was carefully carrying a fine bamboo basket all the way, which she gave to the Dean of the Academy. After entering the city, the three of them had the money to lead the way and went straight to Rongxuan Academy.

The gate of the Academy is magnificent, with the plaque "Rongxuan Academy” given by His Royal Highness. The layout of the Academy uses a symmetrical middle axis and a deep and advanced courtyard. The main buildings are concentrated on the median axis, with lectures delivered by the Dean in person and arranged in the centre of the College complex. The other lectures are arranged beside each other, while the chapels of Ramadan and Sacrifice are arranged to the left and right.

This layer of progressive courtyard gives a sense of solemnity, magic, and longitude. Clear springs, streams, stone bridges, pavilions... Yangton's frustrating reading sounds came from the ears, and the Confucian culture that came out of the face made people unbearably reverent to God...

With Qian Wen's introduction, the three fathers and daughters entered the front door of the college very smoothly. Walking on a quiet, shaded path, one can't help but lighten one's footsteps.

Now is the time for college meals, Qian Wen brought them directly into the “fast food home”. Ramadan is divided into two courtyards, one naturally a place for students to eat, the other smaller and more elegant, a place for gentlemen to eat.

Little grass tightened the basket in her hand and flushed behind Qian Wen. They arrived in front of the door for a month and were stopped by a green schoolboy: "This student, this is where the gentlemen eat, please go there to eat. ”

Qian Wenwen said softly: "Please, Mr. Dean, tell him that the Enlightenment Team Boy he took at the pier came to report..."

The Dean himself? The blue boy looked curiously at the little boy in the new cotton coat, and at the old man and girl in the back of his clothes. After a pause, he nodded: "Please wait...”

In Ramadan, President Yuan was having a little chat with the prison and the palm of the book, listening to the schoolboy, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked indiscriminately: “Is the little girl seven or eight years old? Did she come empty-handed? Didn't take anything? ”

The prison and he are also old friends, knowing that he never accepts other people's belongings, it is very surprising how old friends can ask. This... this is not clear. Do you want to ask people for something? What kind of person actually lets an old friend make such an unusual move? The scribe also looked at the Dean with astonishment.

The bookboy snooped at Dean Yuan and whispered: “The little girl has a basket in her hand. The basket is covered with a coarse cloth. I don't know what's in it. ”

In his heart, he thinks otherwise, the three seemingly poor people come out. What good things can be given to him? It's either a couple of eggs or a dry dish with an old hen at most. What's there to look forward to?

However, when President Yuan listened to his words, his face became more excited. He stood up “so” and took a few steps back and forth. Haha laughed: “Count this little girl has eyes! Come on, come on! Let those men in! ”

They were surprised that the Dean was able to meet them personally. What is so special about small stones that Mother Mother Mother would like it so much?

However, Qian Wen felt honored to be able to get in close contact with the three giants in the Academy. He gave a gift to the Dean and the commissioners.

President Yuan saw him in his college uniform long shirt and nodded at him with a smile: “Are you a junior college student? What's your name? What's your name? Is your brother from home? ”

It cannot be said that President Yuan's memory is powerful. It has been many days and he can clearly remember the name of Xiaoshi. As for knowing that Qian Wen was a junior class student, he did not have an impression of Qian Wen, but the colors of the long shirts worn by the Academy Enlightenment Class, Junior Class, Improvement Class and Jin Class were different.

The children of the Enlightenment class had long shirts in ink blue, in the beginner class in sea blue, in the elevated class in sky blue, and in the advance class in light moon blue. Therefore, looking at Qian Wen's shanghai blue shirt, President Yuan can tell his rank at a glance.

Qian Wen answered Yuan Daju's query in a bow. Dean Yuan stared at the basket in Grass's hand and carelessly encouraged him to say a few words, making Qian Wen feel flattered.

Waving his hand, Qian Wen went to dinner. President Yuan smiled like a wolf at the grass and rubbed his hand. “Little girl, what are you carrying in the basket? The worm in my stomach has started to make a scene. Take it out quickly...”

The commissary and the master book looked at each other and turned their heads at the same time - they didn't know the goods, they didn't know...

“Dear Mother, your nose is amazing! I brought pork head and bad fish today. How do you like it?” Grass took two plates of perfumed halogen from the basket and placed it on the table in front of the three giants of the Academy.

“Halogenated pork? The Emperor's best? Awesome... Ugh! Didn't you two just say you had enough? Let's eat and go, let's go...” Dean Yuan is like a baby guarding two plates of halibut brought here, like a fed wolf driving away two old friends.

Since he is an old friend for many years, the commissary and master book naturally know what his morality is. Look at the dishes on the table that didn't move a lot of chopsticks, and a sip of wine in the glass, the two of them laughed bitterly against each other and stood up silently - looks like we're going to have to get the kitchen a new meal.

They glanced at the little grass with their clothes on, and said, "What good can this poor girl bring out to make her old friend who doesn't look down on the palace chef, so rare? Isn't it just a plate of red, red, white, and white meat, and a couple of little fish that look like crap, hiding them?

The Superintendent and the Master Book sat at a table not far away and watched President Yuan's movements and expression at their discretion. He first caught a piece of skinned pork, chewed it carefully in his mouth and tasted it. His squeezed eyes, his comfortable demeanor, showed his satisfaction with the dish.

It's just a piece of pork. Where does it taste good? Didn't your old friend's taste deteriorate so much? The two of them saw the dean clamping up a little fish with big hands. How many tiny stings does a little fish need? Must be hard to eat, see how old friend he gets in.

President Yuan obviously had the same concerns. He questioned the little girl for a few words. After a moment of hesitation, he bit at the fish. Meng Prison and Yao Palm Book felt like they were in their mouths, and there were countless little pricks stuck there, clearing their throats.

And their old friend, Dean Yuan, whose eyes had been opened, slowly narrowed into a stitch as he chewed. This expression means that he is enjoying the flavour of food.

Why didn't you throw up a thorn when your friend ate the fish? You don't feel stuck either? Was that little fish cooked with spineless fish? No, Yao Palm Book, who grew up in the country, long ago recognized that the dish was made of stinging sturgeon, it couldn't have been stab free!

This little girl did some magic to the dean, she actually swallowed all the fish thorns, but she didn't have a painful look on her face...

Yao can't sit down! No, he has to find out what's going on, otherwise he won't be able to eat or sleep for a few days!

Yao Zhangshu three or two steps to President Yuan's table, while he was talking to Xiaograss in a warm tone, suddenly caught a small fish and quickly stuffed it in his mouth.

Dean Yuan was foolish when he went to school. He had known Yao Zhangshu for almost 50 years. He knew very well that the other party was a very homemade man. Lao Yao, a poor native, had hardly any food requirements, so long as he could fill his stomach enough.

Old Yao was really knowledgeable today, knowing that the smell of bad fish brought by the little barbarian girl was absolute, so he grabbed the food from him despite his face. President Yuan stopped after standing still: "Yao! You're so mean, you robbed a little barbarian girl to honor my bad fish. I... I... I fight with you!! ”

He said, dropping the chopsticks in his hand, pounding into his mouth and chewing on his old friend, who loved bad fish. Yao Palm's mouth was filled with bad fish that had even melted his bones, his hands were not idle, and he kept dodging from pushing his old friend's "offense”.