Bianshanhan [farming]

After talking for a long time, Li Qingwen recognized that old man Du's old friend was the old farmer he met when he first came to the private school, Sun Zhenwang, the founder of their Xueyin private school.

Sun Zhenwang still remembered Li Qingwen's proposal and asked him if he wanted to plant sorghum and buckwheat next year.

After staying here for so long, Li Qingwen already knew that these crops were for the students to eat. Although the yield of sorghum rice was indeed high, it was really unpalatable. He suggested tactfully to plant as many as possible.

No matter how tactful he was, the two old men could hear the disgust in his tone, and laughed.

Most of the flower gardens in Xueyin Private School were in bloom. Old man Du came to visit his old and young friends, and brought Li Qingwen a pot of flowers that looked very similar to the phoenix bamboo.

After listening to the two old men talking for a while, Li Qingwen's spirits improved, and he was told several times by Old Man Du that Jin Gua came to him when he was better, and then they left together.

Li Qingwen carried the heavy flower pot upstairs.

These days, there are more and more visitors to the private school. During the hot day, many people visit with umbrellas. At night, when the moon is shining, there are more tourists in the flower garden. Many people bring tents and wine like an outing, while walking under the moon Enjoy the flowers while drinking to fight against it.

At this time, the students in the private school are a little bit hard to bear, because the tribute examination will be held in August, and most of them do not have the leisure and elegance to enjoy the flowers, but have to study hard.

Li Qingwen doesn't stay up late, but he wakes up early. He is in good health now, sleeping especially soundly, and will not be affected by the noise outside the window. When the people in the flower garden are drinking, he has already woken up.

Run around the manor twice, wash up, and then go to school with books.

A few older people in the classmate had already sat inside and memorized their books. Although the windows were open, they could still smell the unfinished lamp oil. Li Qingwen knew that they had been studying all night.

As before, Li Qingwen memorized several books, and then began to write silently.

Usually, after he finished writing the two thinnest books silently, it was time for breakfast. Li Qingwen went back to the bedroom at this time, Qin Yu and the three of them got up, made honey and drank it, and then the four of them went down to eat together.

After eating, write half a book silently and start class.

Li Qingwen started to memorize these books a few years ago, and he has memorized them many times. Not only are the meanings self-evident, but he can also pick them up easily. However, listening to the teacher's explanation can broaden his horizons. Li Qingwen is always very serious in class.

When it was time to rest, the master took Li Qingwen to another room and told him the homework of the few days when he asked for leave.

For this, Li Qingwen was very grateful to Master, because his personal affairs delayed his study, and he had to trouble Master to worry about it.

In such weather, after a day of class, everyone is sweaty. In the evening, there are the most people in the bathroom, and most people have to take a shower before eating late.

In fact, the bedroom can also be washed, but many people live on the second floor, and it will take half a life to get the big wooden bucket and water up separately, and then the room is full of water, which is really tossing.

The teacher who gave lectures in the afternoon was also a person who couldn't stand the heat, so Li Qingwen and the others left the hall first and took the lead in occupying the bathroom.

Li Qingwen went out two steps late, counted the number of people rushing to the bathroom, and felt that he couldn't grab it at this time, so he went to eat first.

After eating, there are wooden basins and cloth towels outside the bathroom, just like the bathrooms in the school, and the rest are lined up.

Seeing this, Li Qingwen touched his nose and went back to school.

It's a hot day, taking a bath is a rare enjoyment, but most of the private schools have to take exams, and they can't wait to use one hour as two, not to mention taking a bath, and want to save on sleep.

So, after estimating the time, Li Qingwen put away his pen and ink, and when he passed the bathroom, there were only a few wooden basins left outside.

Put the books back in the bedroom, take the clothes and cloth towels, Li Qingwen went to take a bath, and it took a quarter of an hour to be ready.

With his hair still wet, Li Qingwen didn't want to touch the book, and he didn't want to lie down, so he went to enjoy the coolness in the woods of the manor. Everyone went to the flower garden, and it was very quiet here.

It was getting dark, and the moon was blocked by the lush branches and leaves. Several people came a little later than him, and they probably didn't see him. They were sitting in the nearby pavilion drinking and talking, very recklessly.

Li Qingwen wanted to change places, but when he heard them mention Lin Weisheng, he stopped in his tracks.

"...I heard that it was the Liu family who reported it, tsk tsk, it was originally a son and daughter's family, who would have thought that they would turn around and be stabbed suddenly..."

"I just think that the Liu family and his son are just good-looking people. Lin Weisheng didn't know who he was, and he ended up with a ruined family. It's really miserable..."

"He used to teach in an academy and had many disciples. When something happened, everyone avoided him. The world is so cold..."

"No matter what, Liu Dingzhi is a pig and dog, so let's take a detour when we meet him in the future. He is greedy for life, afraid of death, and ungrateful. Such people are not worthy of reading sage books."

"Speak carefully, this case is not closed yet, you brothers should be careful."

"Stop talking, drink."

Li Qingwen frowned, didn't continue to listen, and quietly left while leaning on the wall.

There was a melodious piano sound in the distance, Li Qingwen couldn't understand the rhythm, he just felt that the music was like a bend of running water, bubbling and flowing, adding a bit of coolness in summer.

When walking back, Li Qingwen saw the man playing the piano under the moon. He was dressed in white, his face could not be seen clearly, and his gestures showed a coquettish attitude.

Even if he couldn't see his face, Li Qingwen knew that this was Master Xu Qingyuan Xu from his private school, who was a master of piano and calligraphy, and was very famous among his students.

Several people were listening to the piano, and among them was Qin Yu who shared the room with Li Qingwen.

It's not good to disturb them, so Li Qingwen left without saying hello.

Although there is no temperament test, scholars are fond of elegance, and many students can learn piano and pipa. The private school invites a teacher who specializes in masters. Although there is no need to pay extra money, Li Qingwen is not interested at all. This thing is difficult and does not add points, so it is not a waste of time. .

Although he didn't learn it, but he could hear such nice tunes from time to time, Li Qingwen felt that this bundle of practice was worth it!

In addition to musical instruments, many people also like to ride horses and wear swords. Obviously, the imperial court has a special law that officials below the sixth rank are not allowed to wear swords, and many people follow suit.

These people obviously don't practice martial arts, and they don't know how to use swords. If they really encounter bad guys, they will not be able to defend themselves, and they may hurt themselves. It's better to poke them with fire sticks.

Of course, what Li Qingwen couldn't accept the most was that the price of a sword could be worth several iron pots! !

During the ten-day vacation in June, almost no one left the private school. Li Qingwen left earlier than anyone else. He missed his second brother, and when he arrived at the South Middle Gate, the gate hadn't opened yet.

While waiting, Li Qingwen noticed that there was something special about a soldier guarding the city. He was tall and handsome, with frost on his brows and eyes. Awe.

Although I don't want to say that the person next to me is crooked, but standing there, he really feels like he stands out from the crowd.

Looking at it, Li Qingwen felt that this person looked familiar, and was about to go over to take a closer look, when the drums sounded and the door was rumbled open.

Before Li Qingwen could take a closer look, the people behind rushed forward, wanting to enter the city early.

Li Qingwen was almost squeezed in, and hurried back, the officers and soldiers next to him shouted loudly: "What are you doing?!"

Looking back at the tall city gate officer and soldier, Li Qingwen pointed to the man's cheek, and said quickly, "Master, you can't smell pollen. If you're sick, you need to see a doctor!"

Because there is no "pollen allergy" disease here, Li Qingwen was at the same table in high school. He had seen the same table in such pain, and he could tell at a glance that the redness and swelling on the man's neck was abnormal, so he reminded him.

"Cover your mouth and nose before going out!"

When Li Qingwen talked to the man, the soldiers next to him didn't dare to speak any more. The tall city guards nodded their chins, expressing that they heard it, and told him to leave quickly.

Until he entered the city, Li Qingwen didn't remember where he had seen this person before.

When Li Qingwen arrived at the courtyard in Dongcheng, someone came to deliver the sheep. Li Qingyong rubbed his sleepy eyes. When he saw Li Qingwen, he cracked a mouthful of white teeth and came up and pinched his face. There are scales, scale them quickly."

Because Li Qingwen didn't want to be hung up by a hook, he didn't call it a success.

Li Qinghong got up too, knowing that his younger brother didn't have breakfast when he came so early, so he asked him to wait and have porridge together.

Li Qingzhuo dragged his sick gymnastics to attend to his teacher's funeral. These days his injuries have not completely healed, but he did not delay his appointment to Dali Temple in a month.

Hearing that the second brother's errands were not affected, Li Qingwen wondered while drinking porridge, whether this case is over.

Although Li Qinghong made all kinds of tonics every day, Li Qingzhuo's face was still a little pale. After eating, he asked Li Qingwen what he had learned recently, and also talked about the exams.

Everything seems to be back to the past, if you don't look at Li Qingzhuo's sick face and the black veil on his left arm.

After staying with the second and third brothers for half a day, Li Qingwen went to Su's house and told him before leaving that he would not come back at night.

As a result, when they arrived at Su's house, Su Yuanbao and Su Shuqing were not there, and Li Qingwen didn't go in to bother him, and turned back.

In the afternoon, the shop was the busiest. Li Qingwen helped serve the dishes, and saw an unfamiliar face in the private room on the second floor.

However, when I saw it before, this face had always looked otherworldly, but now it was full of oil, digging out the marrow.

Putting down the dishes, Li Qingwen pretended not to see, turned his head and wanted to leave, but the person who gnawed the bones happened to look up, saw him, and said, "Stop!"

Li Qingwen didn't look back, the man sitting at the table wiped his hands and mouth clean with a handkerchief, turned his head and called out his name, "Li Qingwen."

This time he could no longer pretend not to see, Li Qingwen turned around, looked at the person sitting in front of him, and respectfully called out: "Master Xu."

Xu Qingyuan, who was considered by the students to drink dew and eat food, said: "Add two catties of sheep bones, and these dishes will be taken away."

Li Qingwen obediently served the dishes, and deliberately picked out the ones with more bone marrow and served a pot of sheep and scorpions.