Lan Yu only has a daughter, Lan Yue'er, and no son yet, but even so, he sent three thousand strings to the academy. And he threatened to prepare it for future children. Soon, most nobles sent their second sons to the academy.
In a dormitory that was just like any other room, Tan King Zhu Zi lay weakly on the bed and cursed angrily: "Han Du, this bastard, he actually dares to make this king deprived of food. Okay, then this king Just stay hungry, and if something goes wrong, Father will chop off his head."
Zhu Zi felt like his stomach was being scraped every time he ate, and all that came out of his mouth was water. The harder Han Du scolded him, the more he felt wronged.
"Forget it, Bage, stop scolding, let's save some energy." Zhu Tan was lying on the bed as uncomfortable as Zhu Zi, but he had no good solution. The academy had just given them 300 yuan, and they took it to eat and drink. They also felt that the meals provided by the academy were too limited and could not satisfy them at all.
Fortunately, the food in the academy tastes good. Although it cannot match the exquisiteness of the food in the palace, the taste alone is not worse than the food in the palace.
But after the two of them spent most of their meal tickets, they were told that each person only had so few meal tickets every month. If they wanted to wait until the beginning of next month, they would have to wait until the beginning of next month.
Zhu Zi and Zhu Tan understood the seriousness of the matter after hearing this, but now it was too late to regret it, as their meal tickets had already been spent by them. With the remaining meal tickets, they couldn't survive for a month even if they scrimped on food and clothing.
Originally, they thought that because of their noble status, Han Du would not do anything to them. Yesterday, they even went to argue with Han Du and asked Han Du to give them more meal tickets. But Han Du scolded him back, "If you want to study, just stay. If you don't want to study, just go back. I didn't force you to stay in the academy." As for your lack of food, of course it is up to you to figure it out yourself. '
What can the two of them think of? This is not their royal palace. No one here knows their identities and just treat them as ordinary classmates. No one would lend them meal tickets at all. Besides, we were all students and didn’t have many meal tickets. That student is not counting
Living on meal tickets? Even if there are many, they have been enjoyed long ago, or they have other uses.
The two of them were so hungry that they were dizzy and had no choice but to lie in the dormitory and sigh. They were betting that Handu would not let anything happen to them.
Han Du did not dare to let anything happen to the two of them, but Han Du never thought of giving them food. Han Du had already made up his mind. When the two of them fainted from hunger, he would send someone to send them back and never allow them to come to the academy again.
Just as the two were lamenting, Zhu Chun opened the door and came in.
"Brother Eight, Brother Ten, what's wrong with you?"
Although the four of them entered the academy together, because the handyman did not know their identities, there happened to be a dormitory vacancy, so they arranged for Zhu Chun and Zhu Bai to go there instead of living with Zhu Zi. Together.
It was Zhu Chun who didn't see the two of them coming to class today, so he remembered to check on them. Who knew that when they opened the door, they would see such a scene. The two of them were lying on the bed and sighing as if they were seriously ill.
"Brother Eleven is here? Come on, is there anything to eat? Go and get some food for Brother Wei. Brother Wei has not eaten for two days." Zhu Zi said quickly.
Zhu Chun was stunned for a moment and asked strangely: "Why don't you go to eat?"
"Why else? Of course it's because our meal tickets have been spent." Zhu Bai explained weakly.
Zhu Chun paused and didn't ask any more questions. He just said, "Brothers, stay here for a moment. Chun will come back as soon as he leaves." Then he went to the cafeteria to buy some food and took it to the dormitory.
Smelling the aroma of meat, Zhu Zi and Zhu Tan rolled over and got up from the bed. They were faster and more agile than a civet cat, and they didn't look as sickly as before.
The two opened the food box and ate hungrily. After I was full, I felt a warmth slowly spread throughout my body, and my long-lost energy returned to my body.
"Brother Eleven, you are really good. I have underestimated you in the past. I didn't expect Brother Chun to be so generous and invite brothers to eat meat." Zhu Zitian wiped his mouth and sighed.
In the past, Zhu Zi could eat whatever he wanted in the palace? Let alone meat, what kind of delicacies are there?
, that meal can be skipped?
To put it bluntly, the food he used to feed the dogs was much better than what he was eating now. But after Zhu Zi had eaten white porridge and steamed buns for more than ten days, now a little bit of meat could whet his appetite. Not only did he eat the food clean, he even wanted to lick the grease and water off the plate.
The relationship between Zhu Zi and Zhu Chun was not close in the past, which is why they have not had much contact since they entered the academy for so long. But after this incident, Zhu Zi truly regarded Zhu Chun as a brother. After all, when meal tickets were so valuable, even if Zhu Chun just gave him a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun, he would still be grateful. But Zhu Chun invited him to eat meat without hesitation. This kindness was too heavy.
"Yes, Old Eleven, you will be our real brother from now on. If you have any problems, just come to me." Zhu Tan was also greatly moved by Zhu Chun's actions.
Seeing that the two of them were really hungry, Zhu Chun couldn't help but asked doubtfully: "Brother Eight, Brother Ten, are you in short supply of meal tickets?"
"No, why are there no shortages?" When the meal tickets were mentioned, the two of them almost burst into tears. "Han Du, the one who kills thousands of people, only gives us so many meal tickets every month. There is enough for us to eat."
The two of them never mentioned the squandering of meal tickets, and Zhu Chun didn't bother to delve into it, and said doubtfully: "Three hundred cash meal tickets are not much, but it is still enough to eat."
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
The two of them smiled awkwardly, changed the subject, and asked: "By the way, Brother Eleven, you seem to have a lot of meal tickets. You can treat me to meat. Where did it come from? Did that guy Han Du give you too many meal tickets under the pretense of being a public servant?" ?”
Zhu Chun shook his head and explained: "The meal ticket I got is the same as yours, three hundred Wen, but in my free time I help teach some people how to read, so the academy will give me another salary."
"Salary? Will there be any salary in the academy?" Zhu Zi's eyes widened.
Zhu Chun nodded subconsciously, and then said: "The meal tickets issued by the academy are only a very small part. In the academy, whether you do menial work like sweeping or assisting your husband, you can get a salary. That's me. If I help teach people how to read, I can get a meal ticket every ten days."
