Chapter 139 Set rules for the second generation ancestors
Zhe Yu handed over to Shu Xiu, and according to the regulations of the academy, he had to live in a dormitory.
Because of Shen Li's incident, the trouble was not pleasant, and he was assigned to the last class and school building.
Baicaoshi is very interested in the internal setting of the academy, besides, he visited the playground and cafeteria of the academy with old man Ji before, so this time he asked Zhe Yu to bring her to gain knowledge.
Coming out of the dormitory supervisor, Baicaoshi shook her little head and commented and criticized: "Tell me, the academy passed the examination to recruit students to show fairness, and at the same time allowed those second-generation ancestors to engage in nepotism and go through the back door; Students share a room of two, Ding Mo's students share a room of eight, and since the second generation ancestor belongs to Ding Mo, he enjoys the treatment of four people in a school building; The treatment of classes B and C and the school building. This academy is too gentle."
Zhe Yu sandwiched his quilt, and in one hand he carried Baicao Poetry to prepare the necessities for life, "This is the way of balance. It will not only give face to the Yanjing family, but also won't make the poor family feel too unfair."
There is always a place where the sun doesn't shine. Where can we find true fairness?
I understand the truth, but Baicao Poetry is still unsatisfactory. "The academy treated you unfairly. I originally wanted to invite old man Ji to attend the opening of Quanjufang for free food, but now I don't want to invite him."
It's always good to have someone backing you up and being cared about. Zhe Yu felt that the warm autumn sun was very comfortable on his body, "You don't have to cut off your friendship with old man Ji for me."
One old man Ji is not as important as Zhe Yu, no, ten old Jis are not as important as a strand of Zhe Yu's hair. Baicaoshi thought secretly, and proudly compared her little finger, "Hmph, what kind of friendship do you have with him? At best, it's friendship with a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and a plate of duck neck nails."
Zhe Yu was even happier when he heard it, as if he had eaten pistachios, "You and the green-headed man were just a plate of red yeast rice meat and a plate of Poria cocos cake."
Now, Green-headed Weng has become the teacher of Baicao Poetry.
"How can old man Ji compare with the master?"
Zhe Yu didn't say anything more, the two of them followed the instructions, passed by the Class A school building, Class B, Class C, etc., and finally stopped at Ding Mo. A tall acacia tree blocks most of the light from the house.
"My God, this academy is really..." It's hard to say.
People search for his acacia tree with thousands of Baidus, and use it to shade Ding Mo's dormitory. Isn't this Qu Cai?
Baicaoshi took a lot of effort to remove her eyes that were shining on the acacia tree, and she and Zhe Yu entered the Ding Mo group, the gathering place of noble families.
Their room is about 50 or 60 square meters. There is a hall at the entrance, and the door curtain is decorated with many beads. The autumn wind lifted the curtain, and a complex and ecstasy smell came from inside.
Sweaty, oily, and rouge.
Why does the men's dormitory smell of rouge? Baicaoshi thought of red yeast rice. Could it be that Oriha and Junker got together?
There are four beds in the room, and each bed is covered with a mosquito net.
Four cabinets side by side, one for each person.
However, Oriha's locker has already been taken.
There was a person standing in the middle of the room, with arms folded, taking a good rest, looking like he was watching a good show, it was Cui Meng.
A whistle sounded, "Look who is here, it turns out to be our excellent student from Class A!" A head protruded from the mosquito net, exclaiming pompously. Then his pupils contracted sharply, why is it him?
A thin, fair-skinned man walked over gracefully. His whiteness is not the natural whiteness of his complexion, but a lot of rouge and gouache, which will fall off when he walks. It is said that Yanjing men are romantic by nature, and Baicaoshi can be seen today. Only one admired it.
"Yo, you are an outstanding figure on the four gates. You are so handsome. My name is Shi Youyou, and my father is the Yousi Cheng of Dali Temple. The one in the middle is Cui Meng from the Qinghe Cui family, and the one on the bed is a talented scholar from Yingzhou. Lu Huai."
It seems that this room is not all owned by Yan Jing?
Zhe Yu didn't speak, Baicaoshi covered her mouth and smiled. She clasped her fists together, with a bit of Jianghu habit, and said with a smile: "I'm familiar with each other. Didn't classmate Cui bet before that my husband would not pass the college exam? I'm sorry, I made you spend money; as for this talented scholar from Yingzhou , but I still remember the debate at the Repaying En Temple that day, and I didn’t expect to see you again so soon. You fell down the steps at the beginning, but now you’re all right?”
The feeling of being slapped in the face is not good.
Cui Meng coughed, his face was ashen but he pretended not to care: "It's just a little money, just for fun, I, Qinghe Cui, don't take this little money seriously."
Lu Huai also stiffened his neck, "I'm all well too, don't worry about it."
Shi Youyou, an orthodox Yanjing man, did not expect that there would be such twists and turns among us. He was familiar with helping Zhe Yu pick up the package.
"Thanks." Baicaoshi didn't give it to him, fearing that it would smell of thick rouge, so she aimed at the only empty bed and helped Zhe Yu tidy it up.
The quilt is stacked squarely, and the pillow is a medicinal pillow made of cassia seeds specially bought by Baicaoshi. The mosquito net was set up with a dogwood hanging on it. Then, Baicaoshi found the broom and mop, and Zhe Yu fetched water.
"Trouble, give way."
Cui Meng is still like a woodcarving, standing in the middle of the room, Baicaoshi's mop directly wets his shoes.
"Are you... looking for faults?" Cui Meng kicked his feet, very dissatisfied with Baicaoshi's behavior.
Baicaoshi leaned on the mop pole in one hand, calmly, "Why, Mr. Cui enjoys the sloppy smell here? Or is it that all the brothers and sisters of the aristocratic family like it? Don't know etiquette, don't smell the stench?"
Cui Meng was robbed by her, "You, you, you...a woman, how decent is she to come to a man's school?"
"If I don't come, how do I know that the children of the aristocratic family are so dirty? As soon as autumn is over, winter will come. When the season changes, you are most likely to get sick. You are so unselfish, and when you get sick, don't infect my husband." Baicaoshi said Then, he began to spray homemade toilet water in the dormitory again.
"What are you spraying?" Shi Youyou's nose fluttered, and just about to lose his temper, he suddenly felt that this thing smelled very good, even better than his rouge cream. "Where did you buy this thing? I want to buy a bottle too. Oh no, it's three bottles."
Baicaoshi shook the small bottle in his hand, "This is Baicao Xiangyi brand toilet water, made of natural honeysuckle and bergamot, a bottle is not expensive, one hundred taels of silver. Pay with one hand, and deliver with one hand."
Shi Youyou withdrew his hand shyly. Although he was rich, he didn't want to be taken advantage of. The other party obviously made fun of them.
So far, except for the three beds, this room has a completely new look, and even the air has been purified. Baicaoshi looked around and said calmly: "From today onwards, everyone will take turns on duty. Today is my husband, and tomorrow I will trouble Mr. Cui. The school building is my home, and hygiene depends on everyone. Please be conscious."
"Why should I listen to you? What kind of onion are you?" Cui Meng sneered, pointing at Baicao Poetry, "Baizheyu, is this how you hide behind women and eat soft food?"
Zhe Yu, who had been silent all this time, said, "Why? Because of my good birth, because of my hard fist!"
Baicaoshi made a sudden move and grabbed Cui Meng's hand. There was a crisp sound, and Cui Meng's face turned pale.
(end of this chapter)