Traveling through books: Traveling through time with a golden finger to become a soft rice man

After Uncle Lin's family heard about the booming business of the food stall, they became interested in the Yang family's secret recipe.

It's a pity that this is the property of the Yang family. Lin Junhao has no nominal reason to seize it, so he has his own thoughts and wants to invite Lin Ting'an back to the Lin family. Unfortunately, Lin Ting'an doesn't want to do this.

On the school side, Master Su also loved eating at Yang Yuanzu's Baiwei stall. He often met Yang Yuanzu at the Baiwei stall during regular school holidays, and promised to study hard during his vacation.

Every time he finished eating the Baiwei stall, he would take Yang Yuanzu, one of the owners of the Baiwei stall, back to school to study.

After Yang Yuanzu caught up with his studies, he also loved chatting and fishing with his classmates. He often got together with everyone to listen to gossip.

There is a medical classmate in the school named Luo Mingshi, the son of Dr. Luo. He was one of the people who failed the exam before, but he narrowly survived in the make-up exam.

He is well-informed and loves to tell interesting gossip about the county.

For example, right now, he was talking incessantly, Yang Yuanzu and a group of students were listening, and even the protagonist Gong Gong quietly pricked up his ears to listen.

"Students, do you know? Recently, a terrible and vicious incident occurred in our county. The protagonist of this incident has been seen by everyone!"

Luo Mingshi paused here and gave everyone a clue.

"Who is it? Who is it?"

The classmates around asked curiously.

These teenagers are all in their teens and twenties, which is when curiosity is at its strongest.

After seeing everyone's curiosity, Luo Mingshi said mysteriously: "It's the restaurant owner we met when we first went to Brother Yang's house to eat smoothies!"

Everyone:

"What's up with him?"

"and then?"

"Speak now!"

Yang Yuanzu also looked at Luo Mingshi curiously.

Luo Mingshi shook the fan in his hand and began to talk like a storyteller in a teahouse.

Yang Yuanzu couldn't help but rolled his eyes. It's winter now, isn't it cold?

"It is said that because the hotel owner coveted Brother Yang's secret recipe, he found a few local gangsters to frame Brother Yang. However, a few people including me discovered the conspiracy and subdued him and handed him over to the government.

In front of the county magistrate, the restaurant owner passed all the blame on the local gangsters and thus escaped punishment. However, the local gangsters were beaten up and sent to jail.

After being released, several people held a grudge, so on a dark and windy night, they beat the restaurant owner severely on his way home from visiting Tianxiang Garden, and took off his clothes and killed him. Tied at the door of the vegetable market. "

After Luo Mingshi finished speaking, he took a sip of water and squinted at everyone's reactions.

Everyone:

"Wow!"

"This is a double insult to the body and personality!"

"Yeah, who told the restaurant owner to do bad things!"

Yang Yuanzu couldn't help but come out and express his opinion: "This is called committing unjust acts and you will be killed. Ah... whoever hits me on the head!" Yang Yuanzu turned around and looked back. He saw that the person coming was the master, so he stood up. salute.

Everyone quickly stood up and shouted collectively: "Hello, Master!"

"The summary is incisive." The master expressed his views on Yang Yuanzu's speech just now. After speaking, he looked around at everyone, "Being able to gather here to chat means that you have memorized Jiang Guoxing's article. Now everyone is queuing up to come to me. Come and recite, who will come first?”

Zhang Jiangguan did not participate in the group chat and survived.

Everyone took a collective step back, and Yang Yuanzu was highlighted.

Yang Yuanzu:......

"Then just come alone!"

Here Jiang Guoxing is a 10,000-word travelogue in classical Chinese.

It is said to be a travel note, but it is more like a diary written by ancient people.

It is about a poet from Shengguo who traveled to a place called Jiangguo, and then recorded what he saw and heard in Jiangguo in classical Chinese. Even the ant he saw on the road was recorded.

What they memorize is still a condensed version, and it is said that the full version is as long as 50,000 words.

The ancients who did not have online entertainment were really talented and full of literary ideas.

Yang Yuanzu stood obediently in front of Master Su and memorized this article word for word. Master Su nodded with satisfaction.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, Yang Yuanzu calmly returned to his seat.

I wish you good luck, young fellows!

Seeing Yang Yuanzu reciting this article in full, Zhang Jiangguan felt very uncomfortable. He was still short of reciting the last bit.

The second person to be betrayed was the student Zha Luo Mingshi, who was pushed to the front by everyone.

Facing Master Su, Luo Mingshi stumbled and recited, his eyes following Master Su's ruler as he moved back and forth, for fear that the ruler would fall on him.

Suddenly he got stuck...

Master Su was not polite to him and said directly: "Stretch out your hand."

Luo Mingshi was beaten ten times and had to copy Jiang Guoxing ten times when he went back.

He scolded this group of bad friends in his heart: You guys are so stupid!

Goubi is a word I learned from Yang Yuanzu.

Su Fuzi came as quietly as the wind, and left with howling on the ground like the wind.

In the school, people who were so happy to participate in the group chat now feel so miserable.

Luo Mingshi's hands were numb when he copied the book. He came up and asked curiously: "Brother Yang, how did you memorize such a long article?"

The sixteen-year-old boy in front of him had a pair of innocent and cute eyes, which reminded Yang Yuanzu of the younger version of college students who had not experienced severe beatings from society.

Yang Yuanzu didn't answer, because it suddenly started snowing outside the window. This was the first snow since he came here.

Luo Mingshi followed Yang Yuanzu's gaze outside with a confused look on his face, and said, "Brother Yang, why are you looking outside? What's so good about the snow... I understand, thank you, Brother Yang!"

Yang Yuanzu turned around and looked confused. What did this kid understand?

The school bell rang, and Luo Mingshi ran out happily with his schoolbag on his back.

After Luo Mingshi returned home, he stood in the snow and endorsed.

Brother Yang told him that when heaven is about to entrust a great responsibility to this person, he must first strain his mind, strain his muscles and bones, and starve his body. Accept the trials and tribulations of life.

As a result, the book was not memorized, but the person fell ill.

His father, Dr. Luo, was so angry that he wanted to beat him with a stick, but he gave up when he saw his poor, stupid son lying sick in the quilt.

Because it was snowing, Yang Yuanzu asked Su Fuzi for leave. He wanted to rush home early before the snow was spread.

Before going home, he went to the pottery store. The stove business in the pottery store was picking up again after a slowdown in the summer.

The boss saw Yang Yuanzu smiling because he made money.

Yang Yuanzu handed him a drawing.

"Any new treasures?"

The thing drawn on the drawing is very simple, it is a hand stove used to warm hands in winter.

Yang Yuanzu didn't explain too much. He just said the purpose and the boss understood.

The sky was gray and snowflakes were flying, and it became dark before Yang Yuanzu got home.

He took out the lantern from his bag.

Because his home is too far away from the county seat, Yang Yuanzu carries a schoolbag designed by himself.

This schoolbag is designed based on the luggage of ancient scholars who went to Beijing to take exams.

A bamboo rectangular basket. In order to reduce the weight, only the bracket and the bottom are made of bamboo. The other four sides are surrounded by cloth. Four small bamboo poles are supported on it. A small awning is made of cloth on the top of the bamboo pole.

The awning was not large, and the snow was flying, so a lot of snow fell on him.