Farmhouse Imperial Examination Road

Chapter 12: The Way to Get Rich as a Xueba

peach blossom feast.

It is an event held in the county every year.

The purpose is to promote exchanges among various academies, and at the same time learn from each other.

There are competitions, entertainment, and prizes.

"Su Youyu made a big splash at the Peach Blossom Banquet last year and won the leader. Doesn't he, Song Yanzhi, want to make a splash this year?" a classmate analyzed.

"Then why doesn't he challenge Su Youyu?" Su Liuyu asked.

"This..." Yu Liang thought about his words, thought for a while, and said, "Anyway, neither of them is convinced by the other, and they have never compared each other. They probably know the strength of the other party. If they lose, wouldn't it be embarrassing?"

"So you just want to see me as a bully?"

The crowd nodded.

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Su Liuyu put the letter aside so that she would not become a stepping stone for others.

The teacher of class B is named Zhou Xun, slightly older than Lin Shu, 45 years old, with a Chinese character face, he is old-fashioned, and the same is true in teaching, paying attention to rules.

But I don't know if it was Shen Huaizhou who greeted her, and she spent the whole morning reviewing her previous homework. Su Liuyu has a good memory, and with Su Youyu's notes to explain, it is easy to learn.

She was born in science, but she has a very good memory. She originally thought that her memory was not strong after time travel, but she didn't expect that she is only ten years old now, when her memory is at its best, and she learns things faster than in her previous life!
Plus there is Shen Huaizhou as a master, so the studies are naturally getting twice the result with half the effort.

After getting along for a long time, I realized that her master is really talented. On the first day, because I didn't know my level, I prepared the class and took the books. After that, I asked each class what Mr. taught today.

After Su Liuyu finished speaking, he was able to single out the key points to explain, without even needing a book, and using history as a mirror is even more handy, which is amazing.

A few days passed like this. On this day, because Zhou Xun had something to do at home, the teacher in the next class informed the self-study, assigned some homework, and left.

Without a teacher in the school, self-study does not exist.

Because of her small stature, Su Liuyu was placed in the first row at the same table as Yu Liang.

"Hey, brother Liuyu, let's practice calligraphy again." Brother Yu Liang looked at Su Liuyu practicing big characters, stretched his head, took a look, then showed his big white teeth, and smiled flatteringly: "You said last time I haven't finished talking about the recording of the cleansing of injustices, so you can tell me more."

Yu Liang's father is a policeman. Yu Liang's dream since he was a child was to take over from his father's squad and become the No. 1 arrester. He was very focused on yamen cases and martial arts, but he didn't like studying.

"That's right, brother Liuyu, who is the murderer? Did that Aunt Liu kill him?" Liu Fei at the back table couldn't help but speak when he heard Yu Liang's words.

A few days ago, my husband assigned homework. In order to train the students' eloquence and let them speak in public, Su Liuyu picked up a suspenseful case. As a result, everyone who spoke that day was unwilling to leave. Even the husband was so itchy to listen to it, so Shen Huaizhou sent someone to come in the evening Please, just let it go.

"No time." Su Liuyu didn't even lift her eyes: "Mr. has assigned so many homework, but you still haven't finished it."

"I'll write it when I get home, what's the rush." ​​Then he said, "Why don't I help you write it, and you can tell the rest of it quickly, my heart is scratched by that story every day, and I wonder who the murderer is all day long." ,"

"Yes, yes, I will also help you write, so you can tell us about it."

Ghostwriting?

Su Liuyu rolled her eyes silently, thinking that this tablemate should not feel too good.

"I didn't hit you, Brother Yu Liang, you can tell at a glance if you give me Mr. Ghostwriter."

"Hahaha, Yu Liang, don't look ugly with your octopus, it's embarrassing."

"Lin Fei, who are you talking about? Go ahead, don't you want to hear it?"

"We want to listen, but today I have to do three poems every day. I don't have any inspiration at all now. I'm so bored, and tomorrow I will be scolded by my husband again."

The Book of Songs learned by Class B is different from that learned by Class D. They must pay more attention to writing style, artistic conception, strive for perfection, and have to pass the standard of the children's examination.

Su Liuyu's pen paused.

She is good at composing poetry.

"Lin Fei, why don't I write for you, what do you think, a poem of fifty essays."

As soon as these words came out, both Yu Liang and Lin Fei were taken aback.

Seeing their unbelievable eyes, Su Liuyu scratched her head with her pen, why is it so expensive?
"The price is negotiable." Thirty Wen is also fine.

Yu Liang and Lin Fei came to their senses and immediately waved their hands.

"That's not what we mean."

I just think it's too cheap!
They are disciples of the official family, and they have a few taels to a dozen taels of pocket money every month. Thirty Wen is nothing to them.

Yu Liang's pocket money was the least in the class, and he didn't get much pocket money every month, but he also had three or two taels of pocket money, one tael was equal to one thousand cash, and this mere fifty cash was nothing more than a drop in the bucket to them.

After Lin Fei finished speaking, he moved between Su Liuyu and Yu Liang from the back seat: "Brother Liuyu, tell the truth."

"Yes, you can also see that I am short of money."

Although Su Liuyu didn't say anything, but every night when she went back, she would see her elder sister's hands peeling off and turning red. It was the accumulated injuries from washing clothes and sundries in cold water every day.

Eldest sister is strong, she doesn't want to let Shen Huaizhou spend it, she brings meals to Su Liuyu every day between classes.

Lin Fei and Yu Liang admired Su Liuyu's calm appearance even more.

Nowadays, many scholars, although poor, have arrogance, think money is dung, look down on it, and would rather starve to death than disgrace knowledge.

It is simply shameless to help someone write a ghostwriter.

Su Liuyu didn't think that she had written countless papers for others in college.

"Okay, then I'll leave the homework to Brother Liuyu." Lin Fei was afraid that Su Liuyu would repent, so he paid the money directly.

Yu Liang even felt that he had met a savior. God knows, his study was the most painful, and his father let him take a civil job. He wanted to learn martial arts, okay?

Su Liuyu counted the money and stuffed it into her pocket with satisfaction.

This is her first bucket of gold after time travel.

Save it first, and think of any business in the future. This is the capital.

Knowledge changes destiny, honestly don't lie to me.

Naturally, Su Liuyu couldn't let Shen Huaizhou know about the ghostwriting, so Su Liuyu hurriedly took Lin Fei and Yu Liang's homework, thought for a while, and wrote three poems according to their level.

The level is moderate, and there are occasional sentences that are not smooth and typos, which is in line with the current stage of the two of them.

Not great, but not too bad either.

These few poems, Su Liuyu didn't learn from them, but made his own poems.

At first, she thought that if she didn't have to copy poems occasionally, it would be finished, so she also tried to write poems by herself and asked Shen Huaizhou to comment.

Shen Huaizhou taught some tricks again, and Su Liuyu's poetry writing level has also improved a lot.

Although it cannot be compared with the 5000-year-old great writers in China, it is indeed enough to do homework.

Seeing that Su Liuyu was not practicing calligraphy anymore, Yu Liang didn't even think about it. He raised his pen and wrote three poems like a spring of thoughts.

"Although I will help you with the writing, I still have to explain the content to you to prevent you from asking questions." Su Liuyu pointed at the three poems with the tip of her pen: "There is no money for tutoring, it is a gift."

The two of them haven't slowed down yet, so this is the end of writing?

Do you want to make such a fuss?

This is too exaggerated, right?
"That. Brother Liuyu, can you write for me as well." Lin Fei's deskmate silently handed in his homework, looking at Su Liuyu with anticipation.

(End of this chapter)