Above the Shuo River, the huge suspension bridge slowly rose and closed heavily after the soldiers entered. The fort was bounded by the Shuo River and became an isolated fortress.
The fort was isolated from the flames of war and smoke, leaving only the river flowing. The traces of the war that could be seen were the heavily guarded soldiers on the racecourse and the cold streets in Kuanzhou City.
There are also grains, grass, cloth, and military pay that are constantly transported to Kuanzhou, as well as swords, guns, crossbows, armor, and leather jackets transported from the workshops in the north and south. They pass through the hands of important people and pass through Kuanzhou. Then some of them are sent to the fortress, and some of them go to unknown destinations. .
As for the people in the city, they were still busy running about their lives.
Cheng Ting often lingered at the dock, his face darkened by the wind and sun, while Wu Jin still went back and forth between home, Mo Mansion, and the state school.
On April 20th, Wu Jin and Cheng Ting met at Zhouxue.
In early summer, the sky is like a glaze of green clouds, light and thin, as if there is nine heavens above it. The warm wind blows the bunches of elm leaves, which are fat, tender and green, and make a rustling sound. Birds are on the branches, making happy sounds from time to time.
In the Prefectural School, preparations are being made for tomorrow's literary test, starting with Wang Zhizhou. The students from the city gathered here to compete. The winner will get a piece of Zhangjia ink from Huangshan and a Zhuge brush from Xuancheng with purple hair.
The students of the state school are all preparing for this today. Cheng Ting cannot skip school and can only come here to work hard.
The courtyard at the second entrance of Zhaixue is large. On the pink walls on both sides, the rankings of the ten-year examination are often posted. On one side of the wall, a large piece of paper has been posted with the top and bottom level. The top center has the words "Tunan Academy" written on it. A big character.
This large-hand calligraphy was written by a student of Tunan Academy. The writing is smooth and flowing. It is pasted on the wall and looks full of excitement.
If Zhang Zhibang of the Zhou School is inferior to Tunan Academy, the calligraphy class will be lost tomorrow.
Half of the bamboo paper was spread on the table, and the sides were pressed down with long wooden paperweights. The pen and ink were ready, but the students did not dare to write. In the end, they had to let the auditor Wu Jin write.
Cheng Ting stood on one side holding an inkstone, while Wu Jin held a large pen, dipped a stroke of ink, and wrote the word "Fei".
As soon as he put away his pen, the calligraphy instructor standing beside him immediately shouted "Hello".
Wu Jin's hand is full of big characters, open and closed, thick and simple, and it is beginning to show the potential of a spear and a halberd. Just one word has already surpassed Tunan Academy by many.
All the students on the side looked delighted. One person stepped forward to take away the wooden paperweight, moved the bamboo paper, and pressed it down again. Wu Jin dipped in ink and finished writing the four words "Feiran Academy". While the students carefully posted it, he went with Cheng Ting. Wash pens.
After handing the pen back to the teacher, the two of them were free for a while. Cheng Ting wiped the sweat from his face and smiled mysteriously at Wu Jin: "I've got the handle."
Wu Jin scooped water from the water tank and washed her hands: "Congratulations."
Cheng Ting was indeed beaming with joy. His classmates asked him to move the screen, and he went there happily. He and Wu Jin worked together to lift a screen and placed it in front of the Zhai School.
In front of the seat screen, there is another incense table, and two Taishi chairs are placed on the left and right.
Cheng Ting was sweating profusely and sat down in the Taishi chair. He took a breath and leaned over to Wu Jin, who was sitting on the other side. Lotus blooms in summer are perfect for many occasions.”
Wu Jin turned around to look at the picture of an immortal appreciating red plum blossoms and winter snow on the screen, and asked, "Are there three more missing?"
"It's not lost. This was originally something from my uncle's house." Cheng Ting leaned in his chair. "The Leaf broke it. I was about ten years old at that time. I don't remember whether I went to Mo Mansion for a hundred years or what I did. Anyway, the Leaf broke it. When I was very young, I wanted to play with her, and I saw her setting up a stool, standing on the stool, and adding a beard to each immortal with a pen. When she was drawing the third one, my uncle came."
Wu Jin couldn't help but ask: "What happened next?"
"Later, my uncle asked her to paint the other one as well. He said it was exactly the same set, so my father stopped him. My father said that the paintings on this screen were rare and could be used in school. Don't waste them, so he sent them to the state school. ”
He said seriously: "At that time, I envied Lingfeng the most. My uncle never scolded her and always carried her on his shoulders wherever he went. I thought to myself, why is my father Cheng Taishan and not Mo Qianlan?"
Wu Jin smiled and said, "Shijie Mo will not tolerate you."
Cheng Ting sighed: "No, if I have a child in the future, I will be a father like an uncle and carry him around."
"Third brother, what are you dreaming about here?" Two classmates came over to the incense burner, "If you don't even get married, how can you have a child?"
"Third brother, please spend time with the dog."
The big yellow dog passed by and when he heard this, he ran away to avoid being caught by Cheng Ting.
A group of people laughed, feeling carefree and happy.
While he was having fun, Cheng Ting suddenly heard Wang Jinghua's voice. He stood up and saw that it was indeed Wang Jinghua, leading a few classmates into the state school and pointing at the students who were setting up the ceiling.
"This gauze is too thin. Don't you have a thicker gauze? If the sun is too strong tomorrow, how can this little gauze cover it?"
After finishing talking, he added that the tables and chairs were not arranged well. He only used his mouth but not his hands. The students were already steaming with fatigue, and with him croaking on the side, they were all full of resentment. They wished they could take him out with a stick. .
When Cheng Ting saw him, he became energetic. He stood up and walked towards him. As he walked, he said, "Jingha is back. Why are you sick in spring? If you are not sick."
He clicked his tongue twice with unfinished meaning.
Wang Jinghua immediately smiled and said: "If I take the exam,"
Cheng Ting loudly answered his words: "Fortunately, I was sick and didn't take the exam, otherwise everyone would have known that Jingha you are an idiot!"
Wang Jinghua learned some ways of cultivating yin and yang in Kyoto: "I'm not as experienced as a black and strong butcher like you. I'm here to see how you are doing."
He casually glanced at the big words on the wall: "Well written."
Cheng Ting patted Wu Jin on the shoulder: "I don't even know who wrote it."
Wang Jinghua turned back to look at Wu Jin and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Wu Jieyuan. No wonder he writes well. It can be seen that writing big characters does require strength. Wu Jieyuan was born as a cake seller. He has great strength and can write well."
Cheng Ting immediately said: "It can be seen from this that you really need a long tongue to gossip. If you have a long tongue, you can gossip very well. Just say, eh, and don't move."
The students from the Prefecture School burst into laughter. Wang Jinghua was so angry that he turned blue in the face. Unexpectedly, he did not talk back. Instead, he swallowed his breath, turned around and left.
The three followers quickly followed. After leaving the state school, Sun Jing frowned and said, "Aren't we here just to see the decoration? Why are we afraid of him?"
Wang Jinghua moved forward with his hands behind his back: "I'm afraid that I might get excited and start a fight with him, which would affect tomorrow's plan."
"Planning?"
Wang Jinghua whispered: "You will know tomorrow. Once tomorrow is over, I guarantee that Cheng Ting and Wu Jin will not be able to hold their heads up for the rest of their lives."
"Seriously?" Sun Jing's eyes lit up, "Did the two of them do something shameful?"
"It's not just shameful," Wang Jinghua said with a smile, "it's enough to ruin his reputation. Let's invite more people to watch Wen Dou tomorrow. We can't be the only ones watching the show."
Sun Jing still wanted to find out what was going on, but Wang Jinghua kept his mouth shut and stopped asking. Instead, he went to invite people with great interest.
