The Zombie Book Boy

Chapter 10

Passing by, he went in. There are four people in this room, the beds are opposite to each other, and the bookshelf in front of the bed can also be used as a dining table. Put the dishes on.

"Is there no meat?" Pang Zhu stretched his neck to take a look, and pursed his mouth in disappointment.

Bai Jia ignored him, and looked around by himself, and saw that there were three more people in the empty room at first, and they were all reading at night by the lamp to prepare for tomorrow's entrance exam. Only about ten years old, still a toddler.

Looking at the one in front of me again, the corners of Bai Jia's eyes couldn't help twitching. Pang Zhu entered school at the age of eight, and now he is fourteen. He is studying in elementary school, but he is an assistant student every year. of.Thinking of this, he couldn't help saying: "Master, after eating, don't forget to review your homework." Although he knew that it was useless to hold Buddha's feet temporarily, he still reminded him, after all, this is also the job of a schoolboy.

Pang Zhu nodded with a bitter face, and he agreed, but when Bai Jia came to get the food box, he saw that he hadn't even taken off his coat and was already sleeping soundly on the collapsed bed.Bai Jia had no choice but to take off his coat indiscriminately and stuffed it under the bed, closed the door and went back to his own residence. The book boy lived in two side rooms in the courtyard, which were quite large and facing each other across the yard. The second kang can accommodate ten people. Although there are many students in this courtyard, most of them are common people's children, and there are no schoolboys to accompany them. Therefore, the kang is not crowded, but it seems that these half-sized students are not interested. He is not very friendly.

Because he was the last one to enter the school, after Bai Jia finished washing, there were all people in the room, and their ages were uneven. They were all around twelve or three, and he was the oldest among them.

"Are you the book boy who replaced Qian'er?" A few taller teenagers surrounded him with unfriendly expressions, while the rest were watching.

Bai Jia made the bedding and sat down cross-legged: "Yeah, what's the matter?" Before he came, the spindle was all bald with him, and among the bookboys there was a screwdriver who liked to take advantage of him, and he was very rude.

One of them put his hands in his hands and smiled maliciously: "Didn't Qian'er tell you?"

"What are you talking about?" Bai Jia tilted his head and pretended to be stupid. He knew that this matter could not be avoided, but he didn't want it to happen so early.

"Filial piety", the man stretched out his hand carelessly: "Look, you are a newcomer, I won't ask you how much you want after a few minutes, five taels of silver a month"

The monthly salary of the boy in Pang’s house is one or two or two, and the monthly salary of the book boy is more, one or two or five, which is much higher than that of the helper who works as a coolie.Five taels of silver, in the Long Dynasty, was enough to save a family for a whole year.

I have been doing this rascal thing at a young age, I am afraid that I did it too well before, and my appetite has grown. Bai Jia smiled and said: "I am a newcomer, how can I have so much money?"

"Your young master has always had a lot of silver taels, so just take some." Another stronger boy stepped forward and said impatiently: "Don't dawdle, or else, hehe"

"Really?" Bai Jia bent one leg, took out a silver ingot from her bosom, and tossed it up and down for fun: "Get it if you have the ability."

He was obviously provoking, and the teenagers were obviously not blind. Hearing this, he rolled up his sleeves and jumped onto the kang: "Beat him!"

Bai Jia took advantage of the situation and leaned back, lifted his leg and kicked it sideways. His kick was exhausted, and he used [-]% of his strength, but he also kicked him away, and curled up on the opposite kang bed with his stomach in his arms. , groaning and unable to get up, the rest of them were all taken aback, Bai Jia took the opportunity to kick another series of hooks, kicking them all down.

This taekwondo was from his previous life when he was in elementary school. He practiced it for a few years, and then he played it a few times when he had nothing to do. Also considered a little famous.

It took only a few breaths from the shot to the close, except for a slight cracking sound, the movement was not loud enough to arouse the chief's idea.

There are two directors of Fenghua Academy, one is in charge of the elementary school and the other is in charge of the university. They are mainly responsible for the daily life of the courtyard, including the discipline of the students after class.The surname of Fang Dan, the head of the primary school, is named Qing, and he is known for his strictness. Bai Jia saw this person as soon as he entered the courtyard. As the spindle said, he is not a good friend. If he was kind, he would not hold a bamboo braid , Watching at the door to find someone made a mistake.

After a while, those people got up from the ground clutching their stomachs. Bai Jia moved his buttocks to change his sitting position, but they all shrank their necks, but he didn't notice it. He yawned and threw himself on the pillow. "Okay, let's fight again. Now that the winner has been decided, let's wash up and go to sleep." Several people responded, after all, they are still young men, and they will feel the pain after a meal. Although they don't know how long they can manage, but Looking at it now, it also worked. Didn't I see that the group of people who were just watching the theater didn't even dare to look at him.

Bai Jia squinted her eyes, turned over, and fell asleep on her side, leaving a room full of people with different thoughts.

At the fifth watch, the first drum sounded, and the school boys got up in the dark. The second drum sounded, and the students finished washing. By the time the third drum hit the ground, all the students in the courtyard had entered the school.

There are five schools in the academy, two in the east and two in the east, and one in the middle. The Meng school is a primary school, on the west side, not far from the zhai house. Pang Zhu stood there in a daze, not yet clear-headed.

The teacher stepped forward and stood in front of the hall without saying a word. He glanced around first, and then said in a buzzing voice: "Today's school exam, the exam questions will be drawn by lot, and those who fail will be punished ten times."

In addition to "Hundred Surnames", "Thousand Characters" and "Disciple Regulations", the primary school curriculum also includes mathematics enlightenment and calligraphy, so the content of the school examination is nothing more than memorization.As for the content of the recitation, it depends on which lottery is drawn. Pang Zhu blinked, looking at the four small characters on the lottery: Nine Returns Division, and then at the ruler in the teacher's hand. After hesitating for a while, he obediently stretched out his hand .

The teacher's beard trembled: "..."

The daily life of the school boy is to take care of the students' daily life and urge them to study hard, one of which is to clean the dormitory.Leaving Pang's house, Bai Jia's second ancestor's temperament began to resurface. He sat on Pang Zhu's bed, watching the young man busily coming in and out of the sweeping room, holding his hands and not moving.

Unfortunately, he was seen by the inspecting head of the house, and he shouted sharply: "Which school are you from, how can you be so tired?"

Bai Jia didn't contradict this person, and lied casually: "I just bumped my foot, sat up slowly", and got up.

That Fang Qing glanced at the couch, with a look of contempt in his eyes: "One is full of fat and the other is afraid of the easy, they are really two masters and servants."

His voice was not low, and several people in the room looked at him one after another. Bai Jia just listened and didn't say anything, but after seeing the people leave, he went to find a place to rest again. This time he paid attention, Holding a broom in his hand and pretending to be, his eyes were also staring at the door. He actually wanted to get close to the others. I don't know if he was too pretentious yesterday, and he hid when he got close to people.

At noon, after class, Pang Zhu came back with swollen hands.

"What's the exam?" Bai Jia took out the medicine and applied it on him. In his cage, there were ten small palm-sized porcelain bottles filled with ingots.

Pang Zhu's face was wrinkled into eighteen folds: "Nine return division method"

Bai Jia: "..." In the few days after the new year, the sky in the building was filled with the sound of reciting books. He heard the nine-return division method no less than [-] times, and he was almost able to recite it backwards. Fortunately, the feelings are not in the head.

"Bai Jia, can I eat Xiaozao today?" Pang Zhu blew on his hands, looking forward to it.

Bai Jia looked at him firmly: "Who will do it?"

The cook in the yard cooks a big pot of rice, and the dishes are not good, so the clever book boy borrowed the stove and ate the small stove alone. Qian'er used to often stew meat, but Bai Jia couldn't do it. He started the stove and lit the fire. Neither would work, and he wasn't happy either.

"...", Pang Zhu pursed his lips, he was thinking about money.

Students have three classes a day, one class in the morning, which is literacy and history, and a nap at noon, and two classes in the afternoon, one is arithmetic and the other is calligraphy, from Yinshi to Shenshi.During this day, what made Pang Zhu Shun pass was calligraphy. It is said that his handwriting was written by the criminal manager with his hands. Bai Jia had seen it, and it was indeed good, much better than his handwriting.

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Pang Zhu has a bully temper, but that doesn't mean he has no temper, just like right now, he is trying to glar at Bai Jia.

"Don't eat it?" Bai Jia took the chopsticks and picked up the food by himself: "I'm hungry later, don't come to me." Although he has already used it, it is completely fine to eat another serving. Coming here, his stomach became more and more like a bottomless pit, no matter how many things there were, it couldn't be filled.

Pang Zhu stopped staring, and as soon as his eyebrows drooped, his face collapsed. Poor, Bai Jia secretly smiled inwardly, there was nothing left and right, teasing the little fat man was good enough to pass the time, and I don’t know if it was too long Well, the person who only allowed him to amuse him before has the courage to make trouble with him.

It was time for dinner, but the other three people in No. [-] studio were ready to take a nap. Only Pang Zhu and his book boy were still sitting opposite each other by the desk. The smell of food in the room had not dissipated. Yes, it didn't smell good, so when outsiders came and rushed through the door, although the three of them didn't say much, their expressions were obviously not good.

Bai Jia saw it in his eyes, but didn't say much. He turned his eyes away and looked at the few acquaintances who didn't invite him.This was the first time I saw them after playing with them a year later. Two of them should be from the same courtyard as them, but they hadn't seen each other before. The book boy met in the kitchen, but they didn't know each other well. It's the kind of nod and get it done.This time a group of four came, without Su Yingtian, I heard that they entered the Imperial Academy early, thinking about it, they will not come here to make troubles, this is a good sign.

"Yuan Bao, why are you so wrinkled, who bullied you? Tell me to listen to your brothers." It was Fang Xiwen who spoke,