struggle in ancient times

When Liao Tingyu went back, he hadn't gotten up yet, so he simply lay down for a while and fell asleep in a daze. He didn't wake up until someone came and called him to eat.

At this time the sun had already come out, "Son, you are going to be a town today, remember to study hard and listen to your master's lectures, masters are all learned people, you have to learn from them carefully..." Liao Ming was at the dinner table Started his own nagging mode.The older brother next to him nodded his head in agreement.

Mrs. Deng was busy in the kitchen. The father and son needed to hurry up, so they ate earlier.

After the eldest brother Liao Shi finished eating, he went to the village head to get the ox cart back.I already said hello yesterday, so I can just go and pull it today.

The taste of the ox cart was so sour that it was hard to describe.

Liao Tingyu got out of the bullock cart lightly, and separated from them, after all, one south and one north.

Liao Ming looked at Liao Tingyu's fragile appearance, and said, "Your body, it's time for you to exercise. Today we will work later, so you don't have to wait for us, you can go back after school."

Liao Tingyu knew from his memory that sometimes when he was a day laborer, he would choose some longer and tiring jobs in order to earn a few more copper coins.

Liao Tingyu walked towards the school in the direction he remembered. There were already students in the school. He was not the first one, but he was not the last one either. He sat in his own seat.

Lay out the books and wait for the Master's arrival.The eyes looked around, different from the modern classroom, the most conspicuous is the teacher's table and chairs, and they are sitting on a meadow, with a small desk.

The master has a big one, with rattan on the table.Just looking at the patina on the handle, you can tell how much the master likes it.

People Liao Tingyu knew came over to say hello to him. Although these students were a bit bookish, they all looked refined and elegant on the outside.

After all, if you are not good-looking, you will not be a scholar.No matter what age it is, it is centered on looking at the face.

Liao Tingyu asked a close friend to borrow a few novels to read during the break between classes.

His family has a study room, and students from poorer families in the college will come to him to copy these books, which not only saves money on buying books, but also allows them to read more books.

Yuanshen had borrowed from him several times.This man is generous, and he is a student in a school, so no one sees him when he looks up and down, but no one says anything about him.The evaluation among the students is also very high.

A day passed like that.Nothing special happened, it just passed away peacefully.

The only interesting thing is that when the master was assessing the students, a bird suddenly flew in and circled around the classroom, but did not fly out. The book knocked on the head.

After returning home, I put away my things and went to the back mountain.

Mrs. Deng looked strangely at her son who went into the study as soon as he came back, "Second brother, what are you doing here?"

Wen Xiuer shook her head to express that she did not know.Deng didn't expect her to answer anything, but just said something casually.

When he arrived at the back mountain, Liao Tingyu carefully checked the trap he made. He had to say that he was really lucky. There were no footprints around the trap, and there were three pheasants pecking at the brown rice balls inside the trap.It was not in vain that he secretly took out these from the kitchen, which he hadn't finished eating yesterday, and Deng planned to save it for the morning to cook a mouthful of porridge.

Liao Tingyu reached out and caught the pheasant out. The pheasant inside was very lively. When he reached out, he pecked his hand several times, which hurt him to death.

After all kinds of difficulties and dangers, these pheasants were caught and looked at the marks on their hands.

In order to retaliate against Liao Tingyu, he used grass and vines to entangle the pheasant's feet to death.

Probably thinking that there was no hope of escape, the pheasant's head hung down, but its feet kept kicking. When it was not paying attention, it was scratched on the hand, and a long white scratch was drawn. The pain was so painful.

This pheasant is not as big as the fist of a full-grown man.But it is very difficult to catch. It is quite flexible, and with its petite body, it likes to run around under the grass and trees. People who are not particularly powerful will not be able to catch it at all.

Liao Tingyu shook the pheasant in his hand, a little triumphantly.

Fortunately, he still knows how to keep a low profile, this chicken is a good thing, because he came out in a hurry, so he didn't bring anything, so he had to take off a layer of coarse clothes on his body.

Wrap all the pheasants in their clothes and block their mouths with grass.Avoiding the crowds and returning home, villagers came to greet him several times, and he was worried that the pheasants would crow loudly.