After wearing the barren year, she took the space to flirt with the champion

Wen Wan and Mu Rufeng didn't know that someone started to plot against them.

After eating, Mu Rufeng burned a fire in a charcoal basin and went to wash the dishes.

Wen Wan took a few little guys to tell the story that was not finished before. Lin yawned and said that she would go back and continue making clothes, and Wen Wan would not care about her.

The clothes can't be made, she will just buy them when the time comes.

Mu Rufeng cleaned up the kitchen, and when he returned to the main room, Wen Wan was calmly telling the story of Sun Monkey, and even Mu Zhen was listening.

He smiled faintly, and there was a feeling that the years were quiet, they were not like two families.

……

With the desk, Mu Rufeng copied books much faster. Two days later, the first batch of twenty books had been copied.

The day has come to agree to hand over the book.

When I came to the Siwei Bookstore in the town, I didn't see the girl I received last time.

Behind the counter, stood a little old man in his [-]s and [-]s. He was a little small. When he saw Mu Rufeng taking out a large stack of books from the basket, he understood.

The little old man patted the counter: "Put it here."

After that, he picked up Mu Rufeng's copied books, checked several copies one after another, and couldn't stop admiring: "The writing is good, and you can see that it is very thoughtful."

Mu Rufeng was a little puzzled at first, but then he thought that there should be a lot of scholars like him who lived by copying books, so he was relieved.

"What's your name?"

"Mu Rufeng."

"Mu Rufeng... a good name." The little old man flipped through a book and looked for it, but there was no such name.

He suddenly raised his head, "If I'm not mistaken, you asked for the book from our Miss Sun, right?"

"It was indeed given to me by a lady."

"I had something to do that day, so I asked her to take care of me. She doesn't understand the rules of my shop, and she didn't register. I'll tell you about it..."

What the little old man said is nothing more than how many books can be taken at one time, and must be completed and returned within the stipulated time. In order to prevent someone from not returning, they have to mortgage valuable things.

"I look at you, are you a student of Siwei Academy?"

Mu Rufeng was taken aback, "No."

"It's rare to be able to write so well. Where did you read the book before?"

Why is this little old man talking so much?
However, in the face of the elders, even though he was anxious, Mu Rufeng was still kind on the face, "To be honest with you sir, this junior has never been to a school, and has always been studying with his grandfather."

The little old man looked at Mu Rufeng from top to bottom without any obscurity in his eyes.

Today, he was wearing the new clothes he bought earlier, and with a hint of alienation in front of outsiders, he looked like a noble boy.

"That means your grandfather was a scholar, Mr. Teach?"

"It's just two years of study."

"It's not bad that you can teach a younger generation like you after studying for two years."

Mu Rufeng was already wiping cold sweat, "Sir, can I get thirty copies at a time this time?"

A hint of surprise flashed across the little old man's face, "Can you finish copying so many?"

Mu Rufeng is not humble, "It can be done in three or four days."

"Okay, I'll register it for you. I see that you are humble, gentle, and sincere, so I won't take your pawn. You can take it back in five days."

"Thank you."

Mu Rufeng raised the corner of his mouth. Although the little old man talked a lot, he was kind, which saved him some trouble.

Putting all the new books in the back basket, he asked again, "Sir, I want to ask you, where is the Siwei Academy? Can you still recruit students?"

The little old man stared at him for a while, "How old are you?"

Mu Rufeng didn't know why he asked about his age. Although he was puzzled, he answered honestly: "Eighteen, it's past nineteen."

"Do you want to study in the academy?" Before waiting for Mu Rufeng to answer, he added, "But Siwei Academy has a rule that only students under [-] are accepted. Your age does not match."

Hearing this, Mu Rufeng's expression darkened.

When he was in Lihuawa, in order to take care of the elderly and children, he decided not to study or participate in the imperial examinations.

He thought it would be like this all his life, but when he saw Wen Xiaowan talking to Fan Xiucai, there was an idea in his heart that kept lingering.

Isn't he a talent?He can also test.

He must let Wen Xiaowan know that he is no worse than Fan Xiucai.

In any case, he must find a way to study, take exams, and for the future.

Thinking of this, his eyes became firm, "I also hope that Mr.

According to the route mentioned by the little old man, Mu Rufeng successfully found the Siwei Academy located in the east.

The large academy is filled with the smell of books and ink, the leaves have fallen, but the artistic atmosphere has been floating in the sky.

Mu Rufeng stopped quietly outside the gate of the academy for a long time.

……

When I got home, it was already afternoon.

Putting all the books away, he carried the basket on his back and went to the ground.

The day before yesterday, Mu Bai and Mu Zhen had been planting together for another day, and there was still a small corner left to plant. He had to go to plant before he could sit down and copy books with peace of mind.

When he came to the ground, he saw Fan Xiucai and six or seven people digging soil in one place.

If I remember correctly, it was Wen Wan's home.

What are these people trying to do?

Mu Rufeng walked towards the Fan family.

Only to hear Fan Zhongju dissatisfied: "Xiusai, I said that you are enough, and people don't like you, are you still rushing to help with work?"

Fan Xiucai sneered, "Look at what you said, what do you call us rushing to work? It's called pick-up work, do you understand? Wanwan pays for this work, sixty cents a day."

Fan Zhongju appeared here today, and it was also for the sixty-seven days.

But when he was in a hurry to help the Yankees, he just felt uncomfortable and couldn't help but babble a few words.

"Sixty Wen, scholar, the current salary is 71 days, I don't think your Wanwan is very generous."

Fan Xiucai immediately stern face, "If you don't want to do it, just leave."

Mu Rufeng remembered that Wen Wan asked Fan Xiucai for help a few days ago. It turned out to be this, and he was relieved a lot.

It's just, why did she dig a hole in the ground?

Even if it is to help, it is not easy to say anything, and he returns to do his own work.

Suddenly, a group of seven or eight children ran over and made a noise over the adults' work. Fan Xiucai waved them to play elsewhere.

The children shouted and went to play elsewhere, but that other place was where they planted wheat!

At this time, Li Fugui, Liu Guihua, and the women of the Zhou family were all working in the fields.

The children didn't run into their fields, nothing happened, and they all scolded when they ran into their fields.

Liu Guihua scolded regardless of her voice: "Whose child? What if they don't have eyes? Can't you see that this is someone else's land?"

It was only because an adult was there to scold her. If there was no adult, she would definitely drive him away.

Although he didn't step on Mu Rufeng's ground, he was also distressed to see that everyone who only planted the seeds was so wasted.

Yang Sheng shouted to the group of children: "Children, you can't play here, you can play elsewhere."

After shouting and scolding, those arrogant children not only did not restrain themselves, but ran even further.