The days of the school are still alive.

After the old master didn't dare to take care of him, Lin Yanchao's life was undoubtedly much more leisurely.

The environment at home is better, Lin Yanchao doesn't have to cook by himself anymore, and eats dry rice with pickles.

In the cafeteria, Lin Yanchao handed over a hundred wen, and he could eat a vegetarian dish for two meals a day, and occasionally a little fish and shrimp, as for Zhang Haoyuan, he would also bring some meat dishes that could not be eaten at home to come in and give Lin Yanchao and Hou Zhongshu a tooth sacrifice.

Such a day is undoubtedly very pleasant, Lin Yanchao found that after a long time, after a hard life, his requirements for quality of life were several grades lower.

Sometimes when he was tired of reading, Lin Yanchao was so tired that he could not do it, lying in the shade of the big banyan tree outside the lecture hall, looking up at the sky, and thinking that in fact, such a day was not bad. It's good to be a scholar directly in the countryside, you don't have to think about getting ahead, you don't have to bury your head in the chicken trough all day long, and work hard to get famous, but after a few years, you will take the county exam, get a child's name, and go to the provincial city to be a lawyer.

With his experience of reading countless idle books, how can he mix it up, this income is definitely more than ten times higher than that of poor sour Xiucai.

Or after a few lawsuits, accumulate experience, be appreciated by the prefect, the county, mix a master, the staff is not bad, and even go to the house of the powerful to be a clear guest, it is also interesting to accompany the second ancestor all day long, fight cocks and dogs, and help the women of good families to tease on the side.

But this is just thinking about it, every time he thinks about it, Lin Yanchao will wash his face and sit down to read again. He doesn't know much about the meaning of reading like this, he always feels that it is a kind of inertia, or he vaguely feels in his heart that since God gave him the opportunity to be reborn in the Ming Dynasty, he didn't go to the top to take a look, and it was a pity to see great people like Zhang Juzheng.

After reading so hard, Lin Chengyi has already read all the university chapters and sentences he has given himself, and as for Yan Qinli's monument, he has written countless times, and there are too few books in the countryside for social studies, and there are only a few books that come and go. Lin Yanchao couldn't find a book to read in social studies.

On this day, the weather was not hot, the old master still left after teaching early, Lin Yanchao touched the dozens of dollars left in his pocket, and made an appointment with Zhang Haoyuan and Hou Zhongshu to go to Hongtang City to buy books. Zhang Haoyuan and Hou Zhongshu are naturally happy, and it is a great pleasure for this young man who is trapped in a small village all day long.

Hongtang City is one of the three major cities of the provincial capital, along the Shanguan Road into Fujian, the head of the commercial port, very prosperous.

Because it is next to both sides of the official road, Hongtang City is extremely a long street called Hongtang Street, which is connected to Taro Yuan Street and Xiawu Street, which is a long street for several miles. At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, there was a saying in the local chronicles that the residents of Hongtang Street along the river were several miles.

There are many shops on such a street, such as wine and rice shops, brown fur shops, and rice shops.

But the three of them came purely to visit the bookstore, the literary style of Fujian is prosperous, there are many readers, and there is a bookstore in the market town. Next to the bookstore, there are also other supporting facilities, all of which are for the business of readers.

Lin Yanchao entered a bookstore, which was a bookstore specializing in selling used books. Ordinary literati will not buy the books they have read until they are down, but there are always some down-and-out children, or poor readers who have read because of their reading, and sell their old books to bookstores.

And for a child like Lin Yanchao, who is not wealthy, coming to buy used books and bookstores will be two to three percent cheaper than new books. Lin Yanchao was shopping for books in the bookstore, and he saw a copy of "Commentary on the Analects" by Wei Heyan and liked it very much.

There is also a post of "Duobao Pagoda Tablet", thinking that he has been familiar with "Yan Qinli Tablet" in the past few days, Mo Yue is ready for the next post.

However, the money in Lin Yanchao's pocket is only enough to buy one, and two books are a bit insufficient.

Lin Yanchao thought about it for a while, first took a new issue of "Mao Shi Justice" and pretended to like it very much, and discussed the price with the boss. After bargaining for a long time, Lin Yanchao said that it was too expensive to sell.

Then Lin Yanchao picked up the "Commentary on the Analects" again and asked the boss to buy it, "The Commentary on the Analects" is an old book, the pages are a little yellow, and there are notes from the previous owner on it. The owner of the bookstore originally thought that such books were not easy to sell, but he didn't know that Lin Yanchao liked to read old books annotated by others.

The owner of the bookstore thought that Lin Yanchao didn't like it, so he quoted a low price, and after Lin Yanchao bargained, he finally pressed the price to fifty wen and put the "Commentary on the Analects", and at the end of the day, he also pasted ten wen, and got the post of "Duobao Pagoda Tablet".

Lin Yanchao happily took out the money from his cloth pocket, counted sixty copper coins, put them on the table, and took away the "Commentary on the Analects" and the "Duobao Pagoda Tablet", so that there were still more than a dozen coins left in his pocket. Although the two books are old books, the pages are not broken, and it would be good to get a book cover and add an anti-beetle paper when I go back, thinking of this, Lin Yanchao couldn't help but be happy.

Lin Yanchao finished buying the book, Hou Zhongshu and Zhang Haoyuan were also very rewarding, and there were still a lot of paper notes sold in the bookstore, which were all supporting products.

Zhang Haoyuan bought a few good lake pens, and Hou Zhongshu bought a set of prints very uncompetitively, which is equivalent to a villain book in the Ming Dynasty.

After picking out what they wanted, the three of them all went home, and Zhang Haoyuan mentioned that he had eaten directly in Hongtang City.

The three of them had no opinion, they could come in time, they ate early at noon, and walked a long way, and they were already hungry with their chests and backs.

Zhang Haoyuan talked about it with great interest: "The most famous shop in Hongtang City is called Yixin Building, which contains braised sand fish, stewed sand fish, fried sand fish, tsk, delicious, I have come to the city with my father to eat several times in the past?" ”

Lin Yanchao didn't know what a sticky sand fish was, and after listening to Zhang Haoyuan's comparison, he realized that it was half a fish, which was expensive.

Lin Yanchao said at the moment: "Haoyuan, we are shy in our pockets, we want to go to Yixin Building, you come to treat." ”

Zhang Haoyuan laughed twice when he heard it: "That's what I said, I don't have much money on me, so it's better to eat Dingbian paste honestly." ”

Saying that, the three of them found a mom-and-pop shop and asked for three bowls of Dingbian paste, five oyster cakes, and three Luo Bu cakes.

Zhang Haoyuan said: "This couple has been selling Ding Bian paste here for more than ten years, and the taste is absolutely not to say." ”

Soon the hot Dingbian paste was served, and the soup base was authentic clam juice, which put a lot of dried anchovies, red shrimp skin, white clam meat, and condiments and celery, green onions can be added if they are not enough. Lin Yanchao and the others ate very heartily. With such a delicacy, Dingbian paste is a bowl and a penny, and the oyster cake and rob cake are only two pennies together, which is not too cost-effective.

Dingbian paste is delicious when it is hot, Lin Yanchao was sweating profusely when he suddenly heard a voice.

"Isn't this a prodigy of Hongtang Social Studies? What a coincidence. ”

Lin Yanchao didn't realize that he was calling himself at first, and he didn't come back to his senses until he was tapped on the shoulder, and there was a little unhappiness on his face.

"Hey prodigy, didn't you hear that?"

Lin Yanchao turned around and saw that several green-shirted scholars happened to pass by this stall, one of them patted himself on the shoulder, looking a little familiar, remembering that it was Zhou Zongcheng next to Zhou Zhixian when Hu Tixue came to Hongtang Social School that day.

This person should be Zhou Zhixian's nephew, he could have been appreciated by Hu Tixue that day, but he shined and completely overshadowed his light.

Those who come are not good, they will come to find trouble.

Lin Yanchao said unhappily at the moment: "How do I know that you are calling me?" You are calling a prodigy, not me, Lin. ”

"You," Zhou Zongcheng couldn't help but be angry, but then he realized that he had lost his demeanor as a scholar, and said with a restrained smile, "Okay, you are still a little self-aware, if you are a prodigy, even if I tease you." ”

As he spoke, a few scholars on his side also echoed and laughed.

Hou Zhongshu on the side, Zhang Haoyuan also recognized Zhou Zongcheng, and remembered the other party's smashing of the field that day. Zhang Haoyuan was unhappy at first: "What are you doing in Hongtang City?" ”

A few scholars from Zhou Zongcheng on the side saw it, and one of them stepped forward with a bit of a Yanei appearance, and said, "Brother Zhou, I didn't expect you to be quite popular here, these friends might as well introduce me to others." ”

Zhou Zongcheng smiled and said: "It's okay, Brother Huang, these are the schoolchildren of Hongtang Social Studies, Mr. is just a child, that day Hu Tixue was in the social studies, I happened to accompany them, they couldn't even memorize the Analects and the university, and they wanted me to come to the rescue, you said it's ridiculous." ”

Several scholars suddenly laughed, and one of them said: "Brother Zhou, why bother to be angry, how many scholars are there in the countryside?" It's good to be able to read a three-character scripture, where is it comparable to our city. ”

"Brother Zhou is still very powerful, if you can get married to Hu Tixue, as long as you pass the government test in the next year, the hospital test will be like a bag to get something."

These scholars were talking and laughing, Hou Zhongshu, and Zhang Haoyuan had already been angry. Lin Yanchao is also despised, he has no morality, and he still engages in urban and rural discrimination.

"Damn, what's going on with the countrymen, without us countrymen farming, you city people eat!"

"That day, it was obviously Yanchao who memorized a thousand-character text, and finally got the appreciation of the great grandmaster."

Hou Zhongshu and Zhang Haoyuan scolded one by one, and as soon as the two sides started scolding, they suddenly became tense