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When Xu Mingxu went back to the dormitory at noon, he didn't expect the new kid to live next door to him.

He saw Xiaopenyou squatting on the ground alone, and the book boy who followed him in the morning went to nowhere, and felt that Xiaopenyou was lonely and pitiful.

Xu Mingxu hesitated for a moment, but turned around and walked over: "What are you doing?"

When Tu Hao saw a pair of soft-soled shoes approaching, the uppers were a little old and the front was tight, he couldn't help being curious.There are still children from poor families in this Guozi school?Are these shoes too small?

Seeing that the little friend didn't answer, Xu Mingxu lifted up his robe and squatted down: "It's hot, are you okay?" He thought of the children at home, not to mention their age, they were fifteen or sixteen, and they went out for a couple of days in this weather. Every step is shaken.

Seeing Xu Mingxu's extended hand, Tu Hao didn't hide, but rubbed his sweaty forehead against the slightly cool palm.Oh, there are no such quiet and sensible boys in his family, all of them are so skinny that they can tear down the house!

When Xu Mingxu saw the little friend smiling, he thought he was shy, and didn't care that he didn't talk.

This is a child between a child and a teenager, thin and not as tall as Tu Ying.The clothes are a bit old, the shoes don't fit well, they are very clean, and the eyes are bright, and there is no sign of suffering oppressed by life.

Tu Hao turned his head and continued playing with mud, while asking, "My name is Tu Hao. What's your brother's name and how old is he?"

In Guozijian, especially in Guozixue, when most people introduce themselves, they will also mention their backstage. For example, Tu Hao, the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, Mr. Tu is my father.Tu Hao always felt that this kind of talk was too funny, xx is my father, poof!

"Xu Mingxu, 13 years old." The half-grown boy was just at the time when he was full of curiosity. He watched Tu Hao who was beside him filling the soil into an abandoned croquet bit by bit, and then covered it with a layer of moss.

Xu Mingxu didn't know what was so interesting about it, but he and Tu Hao moved the heavy gateball down the corridor.Well, basically Xu Mingxu is working alone.

Tu Hao felt quite embarrassed.His father's scholarly physique was more deeply rooted in heredity than his appearance.

Qi Qi, who was too busy to touch the floor, saw him, hurriedly brought a basin of water, and washed Tu Hao's hands and face; changed another basin, and washed Xu Mingxu's hands and face in the same way.

Qi Qi was taller than Xu Mingxu, and when a gust of wind blew away and came back again, he had two extra meals in his hands. He paused at the door, and asked Xu Mingxu: "Excuse me, Mr. Xu, my son's house is being cleaned, so it is inconvenient to eat. , can I come to your house for dinner?"

Xu Mingxu took the person directly to his room.

Xu Mingxu's room has the same layout as Tu Hao's room, except for some of the Four Treasures of the Study, everything else is the same as when he first moved in.

Qi Qi laid out the food lightly, walked out in a hurry, and took two stacks of three-color kimchi.After seeing it, Tu Hao finally got an appetite.

Except for the Huniu Tu Ying, the Tu family is just like his father, but he usually takes good care of himself, so it doesn't look obvious.

Tu Hao had a bad appetite, but Xu Mingxu was growing tall, and after confirming that Tu Hao really couldn't eat, he ate up the food for the two of them.

Tu Hao was extremely envious, but Duan Xia was so stubborn that he could still make troubles at home, but in the Imperial College...

"Brother, can you get something to eat yourself?"

Xu Mingxu entered the Imperial College at the age of ten, and he is much clearer about the twists and turns inside than Tu Hao.The food in the Guozijian is not bad, but I have never heard of anyone who cooks a small stove by himself; but when the weather is cold, there are many people who heat food, boil wine and make tea in the dormitory, so there should be no problem.

Xu Mingxu had class in the afternoon and left in a hurry.

Tu Hao took a break at noon and went to ask the dormitory supervisor himself. In the afternoon, two briquette stoves were brought home, one for his own use and one for the dormitory supervisor.

When Xu Mingxu came back in the afternoon, Tu Hao's dormitory had already changed drastically.

The spacious room is divided into two by a large cabinet. A small table and a few benches are placed on the side of the entrance. The curtain at the back is opened and a low couch is placed. It should be the resting place for the book boy named Qi Qi.

On the other side, in front is the desk, with pens, ink, papers and inkstones arranged in an orderly manner, and behind it is the bed, with a green gauze curtain hung.

The huge cabinet is actually two.The ones on the outside are bookshelves, and the ones on the inside are for clothes.

Qi Qi is arranging clothes, shoes and socks inside.

Tu Hao was putting books outside.

Tu Hao's books are very special, one by one stands on the shelf instead of lying flat on the shelf.

Seeing Xu Mingxu's eyes resting on the bookshelf, Tu Hao asked, "Which book do you want to read?"

Xu Mingxu was dazzled by the bright smile of his little friend, and said, "Whatever." He didn't come to read a book either.

Tu Hao casually handed over the previous book.

Xu Mingxu took the book and looked it over carefully. After touching the book cover, it was hard, and there was no trace of thread binding.The title and number of the book are written squarely on the front and side of the book.Looking at the neatly arranged books on the bookshelf, his eyes could not help but light up: "In this way, it is much more convenient to find books."

Tu Hao bared his teeth proudly: "Isn't it? It's just a matter of redoing a book cover, just wrap a few pieces of bamboo strips with a piece of paper." It's just that for ordinary people, buying books is expensive, but no matter how many Toss such a process.Even Tu Hao's collection of thousands of books in his own home has not been finished yet.

Seeing Xu Mingxu came back, Qi Qi quickly stood up: "Master, I'm going to the cafeteria to get food."

The students in the Imperial College have three meals a day in the cafeteria, and they get it with their student card. The meals for the accompanying book boys they bring need to be bought by themselves.

Qi Qi took two people at noon, and now Xu Mingxu's student card is still in Qi Qi's hands.After a while, he came back with the food and spread it on the small table in the outer room.

In Tu Hao's hands was a bowl of cold porridge, and three small dishes of sweet and sour kimchi in front of him.Just like that, he ate like he was taking medicine, his whole face twisted.

The house is so hot!

Tu Hao said weakly: "If I knew it, I wouldn't be back in Xiaozhuang." It's really hot in Beijing, Nima can't be shirtless yet, she's insane!

Seeing that he couldn't eat anymore, Qi Qi took out a stack of chopped lotus root.

Tu Hao chewed two pieces and pushed them away: "It's not cold anymore."

Qi Qi can't help it either.In this way, it was put in Jingli town in the mansion, and then it was delivered in a pinch.

Tu Hao tilted his body, Xu Mingxu quickly reached out to catch it, and Tu Hao fell directly into Xu Mingxu's arms, muttering: "Du Xia is so uncomfortable, I want to eat watermelon tomorrow...I want to eat shaved ice..."

ice? !

Tu Hao regained his energy and asked, "Where can I buy saltpeter?"

Xu Mingxu was puzzled: "Why do you need saltpeter?" The child changed the topic too quickly.

Qi Qi has always been obedient: "Master, rest at ease, I will get it for you tomorrow."

Qi Qi was always efficient in running errands, but the next day he dragged a cart full of saltpeter.But Tu Hao had class that day, so he didn't have time to mess around.Qi Qi is a kid who knows how to find work by himself, so he ran home again and asked someone to pull a cart of briquettes over.

The half-carload of briquettes was unloaded directly to the dormitory supervisor, and the dormitory supervisor said cheerfully: "Xiao Qi, if you don't teach me, I still don't know how to use this stove!"

It was also the first time for Qi Qi to do such a mindless thing. He explained how to use the stove carefully, and rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment: "It's not like I had a lot of things yesterday, so I forgot about it. The stove is easy to use. When you finish burning the briquettes, you can tell me directly, and I will fetch them for you.”

The dormitory supervisor laughed and said, "Oh, I'm just waiting for your words!"

Qi Qi turned to arrange the dormitory for his master.Don't look at how I cleaned up the house yesterday, but the yard is still in a mess.No one cleaned up the weeds all over the place, and it's hot now, otherwise it would be great to clean them up and plant a shelf of grapes.His young master likes to eat grapes, and it is cool to move a chair and sit under the grape shelf to read in summer.No, he has to go to the flower grower's place to see if he can place two pots of suitable flowers and plants.

Qi Qi was so busy that he didn't expect the dormitory supervisor to turn around and sell him.

The dormitory superintendent's job is considered a lucrative job. Although it is usually a bit hard, it is much better than facing the loess and back to the sky.The dormitory supervisor in the Guozijian is surnamed Mao, Xinger, and is the brother-in-law of Mr. Qingfeng, the master of the Guozi Jijiu.

Where is the Imperial College?It was the No. [-] Noble Academy of the Han Dynasty, and those who could get in were basically not short of money.These students who are not short of money, live in the dormitory all year round, and take care of the family. Even if the dormitory supervisor is just a waiter, they still have a somewhat gray income.Mao Er has a sense of propriety, and he will accept the small odds and ends of one or two o'clock.He didn't accept it, but instead worried the students' family members.If there is too much, he dare not accept it.

A stove, this is really new to Mao Er.He had never seen such a fresh stove!

Mao Er has seen a lot of the lives of noble children on weekdays, and his knowledge of home life is definitely not bad.He weighed the stove, covered it with a thick blue cloth, wrapped it with a few briquettes, and went to find his brother-in-law.

Mr. Qingfeng, as the son of the country, made a sacrifice to drink, so he must go to the dormitory if he has nothing to do.On the contrary, Mao Er, the dormitory supervisor, would go to the front of the academy to help clean the hands when he was free, and listen to the wall outside the classroom by the way.Mao Er couldn't understand most of the truths that the gentlemen said, but after listening too much, he understood a little bit of the truth.If he had changed it, he wouldn't be able to express it, but he always had a little more understanding in his heart than others.

Mr. Qingfeng happened to be free right now, and he was very hot in the office. When he saw his brother-in-law coming, he was surprised: "Why is the sun coming here now? Sit down and fan yourself, and eat a cucumber."

Mr. Qingfeng is just forty this year, and his first wife, Mrs. Mao, is two years younger than him.His brother-in-law is 15 years younger than his sister, but he is only 23 years old now, and is raised by the Mao family as a son.Mr. Qingfeng also took good care of him.Mao Er is not smart in reading, but Mr. Qingfeng has seen a lot of those who pretend to be smart and end up committing suicide, and think Mao Er is good.

Mao Er put down the things in his hands, and waved his hands again and again: "Brother-in-law, don't be too busy. I just came to show you a stove."

Mr. Qingfeng was stunned.Looking at the stove in summer?

Mao Er lifted the blue cloth, set up the stove, took out the briquettes, and told him about Qi Qi giving him this stove, and finally said: "I always feel that there is something wrong with this stove. Brother-in-law, you are very knowledgeable." , maybe you can see a trick."

Mr. Qingfeng is a master of Confucianism.But he is not a bookworm who concentrates on studying Confucianism and keeps his ears shut.It’s not easy to be a scholar these days. Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are art courses, horseback riding and archery are physical education courses, geomantic omen, astrology, doctor’s consultation, etc. are elective courses.

Mao Er's attention was on the stove.

However, Mr. Aomine fixed his eyes on the briquettes.He didn't think it was dirty, so he reached out and broke off a little bit, rubbed it in his hand, and even smelled it.Seeing the pitch-black hands, Mr. Qingfeng frowned. This thing looks like carbon, but it's not carbon.

Master Jijiu said: "Light up the stove and try."