The husband is the future chief [infrastructure]

After Jiang Ziyan returned, he and Lin Zhao began to pack their things and prepare to move.

In fact, there are not many things to take away, such as the old bedding and pots and utensils from before, and the particularly worn-out clothes. Jiang Ziyan only asked Lin Zhao to pack a few things. wear.

Lin Xing had even fewer things. He only brought the new clothes that Jiang Ziyan bought for him. He was still growing at a young age, and he couldn't wear adult clothes. Jiang Ziyan planned to buy him new clothes in the future.

Apart from the clothes, Jiang Ziyan bought new bedding and quilts before. After packing up, there were not many things, and most of them were wine and canned food he had brewed before.

There are several jars of carambola wine he brewed, and some canned carambola. The donkey cart wobbled and pulled several carts, and he was busy until the sun went down.

Lin Xing was very happy when he arrived at the newly bought small courtyard in the town.

"Are the stars happy? Today we moved to a new house!"

Lin Xing nodded vigorously, expressing that he liked it very much.

After moving all the things down and putting them away, it was already past time for dinner.In order to celebrate their new home, Jiang Ziyan decided to take Lin Zhao and Lin Xing out for dinner. At this point, all the vendors outside were closed, and only Yipin Restaurant was still open.

Seeing him coming, shopkeeper Wu of the restaurant immediately came out to greet him with a smile, "Little Lang, why do you have time to come to our small shop at such a late hour today?"

"Oh, that's right. We moved to the town today, so we want to celebrate. Shopkeeper Wu doesn't need to take care of me. What are you busy with? We're just here for dinner."

Having said that, the shopkeeper Wu still didn't dare to be negligent, and privately ordered the cook to cook a few more dishes, "Today, Mr. Wu will treat the meal on behalf of our master, and congratulate Mr. Xiaolang on his housewarming!"

Jiang Ziyan quickly refused, "No, no, shopkeeper Wu, just pay at the normal price."

Since ancient times, favors are the hardest to repay, and he doesn't want to owe others too much.

In the end, shopkeeper Wu couldn't help but he could only agree, but he still added a few dishes for free.

After a meal, the three of them had full stomachs and walked towards the small courtyard.

There were few pedestrians on the road, and Jiang Ziyan walked in the middle, holding one in each hand, and soon arrived at the gate of the courtyard. He said, "This will be our new home from now on!"

A new home means the beginning of a new life.

"Let's go Xing Xing, I'll show you your new room!"

Lin Zhao followed behind and looked at the two people in front with a smile. Before that, he never imagined that he would have such a life in the future, and he could live in a green brick house.

There are two rooms in the courtyard, one for Jiang Ziyan, one for Lin Zhao and Lin Xing.The new bed was not damp at all, and the room was not ventilated, but it was already November, and Jiang Ziyan still felt cold even after wearing several layers of clothes.

"Azhao, how do we usually live in winter when it's cold here? Are there any heating measures? For example, burning charcoal." He remembered that the Hou's mansion burned charcoal in winter, and it was very good quality charcoal, but He wasn't sure if there was any charcoal to burn in this backwater town.

"Yes, it's just that charcoal is very expensive. My brother and I couldn't afford it, so we never burned it. If you want to burn charcoal, brother, you can wait a few days, and then there will be charcoal sellers in the market. "

Two days later, it was the day when Lin Zhao went to Mr. Cen's class.

Jiang Ziyan bought him a small cloth bag with a slanted span, filled it with school supplies, and repeated a few words of advice before leaving in the morning, as if a child at home was worried about going to kindergarten.

Mrs. Cen has invited a cook here to take care of a meal at noon every day, and you can go home to eat in the morning and evening.

Mr. Cen took him to Class C. Most of the students in Class C were very young, and only a few of them stayed in Class C because of their slow learning progress.

"Although your talent is very good, your literacy is small, and your understanding of poetry and prose still needs to be polished, so I will let you study in Class C for a while, and when you have learned enough, you can apply for transfer to Class B or even Class A , do you have any objection to this?"

"Students listen to your arrangement."

Master Cen looked relieved, "Okay, the teacher hopes that you can study as soon as possible, lay a solid foundation, and study in Class A as soon as possible."

"I'll do my best, Master."

Lin Zhao walked to the seat and took out all the things in the satchel. He was considered tall in Class C, and the seat was arranged in the last row.There are not many people in the class, about a dozen of them. Mr. Cen started teaching the Three Character Classic, and he has only learned a little now.

Although Lin Zhao has read the Four Books and Five Classics, he has not learned the basic courses of the Three Character Classic. He does not know many characters in it, but he learns it quickly, which is very simple for him.

The students in Class C are generally young, so they also like to be lively. They are no bigger than the older children in Class A. Most of them are more innocent. When they see new students coming, they all watch with curious eyes and discuss with the people next to them from time to time. Two sentences.

After Lin Zhao was seated, Mr. Cen introduced: "Everyone, please be quiet. This is a new student in our class, named Lin Zhao. I hope you can get along well in the future. Alright, open the book, and let's move on..."

After a class is over, the master assigns homework, the next class will be done by class C, and he will go to class B to teach.

After class, the classmate in front of Lin Zhao immediately turned around and greeted him familiarly, and then said, "Why are you so old to study?" This question was very rude.

The person who asked this question was a chubby man named Zhao Qiping. He was 13 years old this year. He was Zhao Yuanwai's youngest son and the only son born to him by his concubine.

Lin Zhao glanced at him expressionlessly, and said, "Aren't you in Class C at your age?"

The little fat man was not angry after being choked back unexpectedly, but still smiling, "It's because I did so badly in the promotion exam, hehe." He spoke in a naive manner, as if he hadn't inherited it from member Zhao at all. His shrewdness.

He was a little too familiar with himself, and continued to talk after being choked back.

"Let me tell you, what I'm most afraid of is reading, but my father insisted on letting me read, and donated a lot of money to our private school in order to let my master accept me!"

"My father donated money to ask the cook to cook the lunch in our private school. It's amazing!"

"I heard that you passed the examination of Master, so you must be very talented in study?"

"So, can you write the homework assigned by the master today? Can you lend me a look?"

Lin Zhao: ...

So this person said so much just to copy his homework?

The qualifications of the students in Class C are generally not good. Of course, in addition to the poor qualifications, there is also a class of fat people - those who don't like to study.

Therefore, every time when faced with the homework assigned by the master, the students in the class struggled for a long time to finish it, and there was not even anyone who could copy it, so the little fat man set his sights on the newcomer Lin Zhao.

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