At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Zijuan quietly nudged her young lady with her elbow, but Xu Yinqiu ignored her. After poking again, Xu Yinqiu was slightly annoyed and turned around to ask what the Zicuckoo maid was doing.

Seeing Xie Yuheng looking at her with a smile on his face, Xu Yinqiu recognized it at a glance. This was the 'little husband' chosen by her father for her, Marquis Qinghe Ting.

Xu Yinqiu took a deep breath and stood up straight. She raised her standard ladylike smile and bowed gracefully. She was completely different from the girl who was lying on the window just now.

It’s over, her image is ahhh.

Xie Yuheng had a smile on his face. This girl from the Xu family was interesting. There are two faces in front and behind.

"This morning is a trial class. If Miss Xu wants to listen, she can go directly to the classroom and sit and listen." The wooden window does not need to be opened.

Xu Yinqiu hesitated for only a moment and simply broke the jar.

Show your cards, stop pretending.

With a stomp of her feet, she directly dragged her maid away and walked through the back door to listen to Xie Yunhua's lecture and figure out how to fight.

Xie Yuheng stood by the window where Miss Xu was standing before, and looked inside. There were only a dozen people in the room. There were also a few people who were plotting against her.

The road is blocked and long, but the road is coming. If you keep doing it, you will have a promising future.

"Let's go, grandma, let's go see the next one." Everyone in the family is busy with their own things to prevent Liu from feeling bored. Xie Yuheng made the decision to let Liu take the post of supervisor.

Mainly responsible for the distribution of money and materials of the school, as well as the monthly money of the master. Fortunately, Mrs. Liu is literate and has made progress on her own. Now she is more motivated to study every day than Xie Yuheng.

Just coming out of the kitchen courtyard, Xie Yuheng held the skewers handed to her by Mrs. Li from the kitchen, and sighed:

"The kitchen hall has the second most students. Yu Heng thought it should be the embroidery hall."

The grandfather and grandson passed through the curved arch, and Mrs. Liu chuckled and explained:

"If a poor family learns a craft, it can be passed down to several generations. No matter how hard it is to learn knife skills and work as a cook in a restaurant, it is better than digging in the dirt and watching the weather to make a living."

Xie Yuheng nodded thoughtfully and took a bite of the barbecue, which was charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

This is the truth. In this era of underdeveloped information, a poor family may be better off with a craft than with a few years of schooling and no chance of becoming famous.

Needless to say, Li Xunhuan's cooking skills are really good. It's not in vain that she invited (fooled) her with two cookbooks and signed a twenty-year contract.

......

The sun sets across the distant mountains, and the returning bird crosses the plains.

Xie's College, which had been noisy for a day, finally calmed down. In the Confucius Institute, Xie Yuheng looked through the registration status of each class:

There are seventy-two students in the boys' school and twenty-six in the women's school.

There are thirty-seven people in the kitchen hall and thirty-two people in the embroidery hall. There are twenty-two people in the martial arts hall, twelve people in the medicine hall.

Among them, more than half of the boys' schools are young children who are enlightened.

Doctor Wu, who was drinking tea, was quite satisfied with the number of disciples under his disciples. No more, no less, too much would give him a headache.

Well, mainly because he didn't have time to read the medical book Xiao Yuheng gave him. The novel knowledge in it was so fascinating.

Xie Yuheng's white fingers rested on the name of a person on the list of boys' school.

Xu Lu, could this young master be driven crazy by his father?

"Dinner is ready. Grandma and Master Li are letting you go." Xie Hu's voice came from outside the door.

……

The college cafeteria is surrounded by rows of oil lamps, illuminating the room like daylight.

The canteen was built according to Xie Yuheng's wishes and could accommodate 500 people. Those students who lived far away from home, who had already lived in the college after being handed over to Shu Xiu, were all standing in the hall uneasily.

The aroma of food is like a naughty elf with legs, trying its best to get into your nose.

A screen made of bamboo is used in the middle of the cafeteria to separate male and female students.

The little girls stood together uneasily, although the male and female dormitories in the college were in the south and in the north. The hostess kept several big dogs, and the female elders of the Xie family took turns to watch them every day.

But after all, this is the first time a child has left home, and he still can't help but be afraid.

Fang Jueyue, like most students who live in the college, spends one or two cents on firewood pot.

I used the rice I brought to spread out a cornmeal pancake and wrap it with pickles for dinner.

But smelling the sweet smell, Fang Jueyue's saliva secreted crazily.

Liu Banxia quietly returned to the team from behind and whispered to Fang Jueyue: "I heard that the college asked everyone to eat."

Fang Jueyue uneasily tugged at the sleeves of her cotton-padded jacket, which was obviously much shorter, and asked, "Do you want money?"

"I don't know." Liu Banxia licked her lips. Her family was richer than Fang Jueyue, but she had never smelled such delicious food.

If you charge money, how much does it cost to afford it?

.....

Xie Yuheng led a group of wives and pushed open the door. The cold wind carried the cool fragrance of plum blossoms into the room.

The students followed the sound and saw a boy in red with a jade-like face and a red bird jade pendant around his waist, indicating the identity of the master, the Marquis of Qinghe Ting.

The students racked their brains and used all kinds of strange etiquette to greet Xie Yuheng. "I've met Marquis Qinghe Ting."

A smile appeared on Xie Yuheng's lips and he said loudly: "No need to be polite. I will pay for all the meals tonight."

"Chi chi chi." You're such a middle grader.

Suzaku squatted on Fugui's head and complained. As soon as the bird's voice fell, Fugui suddenly rushed forward, and the round little bird almost fell down.

"Chi chi chi." What are you doing, you stupid dog? You are going to die——

"Really...really?" Fang Jueyue's eyes fell on the large wooden basins brought out by the students in the kitchen.

The meat was piled into a hill, and there was something yellow that I didn’t know what it was, exuding the aroma of eggs.

Doctor Wu took the lead and stuffed a wooden dinner plate into each of his two female disciples. He said cheerfully: "Marquis Ting is still lying, so go get some food."

Xie Yuheng looked at a thin student whose cotton-padded clothes were covered with patches. He squatted down and picked up a handful of rice that had accidentally fallen on the ground while the students in the kitchen were preparing meals. He picked it up and ate it without any grudge.

The hand playing with the ruby ​​tightened slightly, and Xie Yuheng took a deep breath.

I don’t know how well the emperor’s sweet potatoes are being promoted. If one acre of sweet potatoes is well served, the whole family will have enough food for a year.

Xie Yuheng and his party prepared meals and went into the small room next door to eat.

The students then began to chatter in low voices, "The people in Tinghou are so kind. They divided the study area and treated us to such a good meal."

Fang Jueyue stared blankly at the white rice rising from the bowl, and choked with sobs: "My family didn't even eat so well during the Chinese New Year."

Liu Banxia licked the cake crumbs from her mouth and nodded in approval. "I must study medicine well with Master, learn from Shen Nong and taste hundreds of herbs, and I must cure Tinghou's disease in the future!"

This cake is delicious, but it makes me choke when I eat it too quickly. After Gudu Gudu poured himself half a bowl of water, Liu Banxia waved to all the female students around him to come closer.

He whispered: "I heard that in addition to the existing one acre of school land for each class, the first three classes that perform well in the future can also have one more acre."

"If two acres are planted with sweet potatoes, wouldn't our girls' school be able to support the entire current class of students except for the tax payment?" a student from the girls' school interjected.

“But how is this good performance determined?”

Fang Jueyue thought about the rules in the college's rule book, which stated that those who ranked first in the annual exam would be exempted from the mandatory training. He said: "Is it related to the annual exam? Generally speaking, you can do well in the exam."

The little girls felt that what she said made sense, and they secretly decided to force their classmates to study hard.

Suzaku stood on a plate, pecking at the small cake specially made for it by Master Li.

Listening to the conversation next door, he looked at Xie Yuheng with black eyes and asked doubtfully: "Jijijiji?" Wouldn't you lose money by doing this?