Chapter 28 (1/2)

Xue Tingxiang couldn’t bear laughing, and asked, “Your family is rich?” If not, why did you reiterate that during introducing your name. Mao Badou scratched his head a little embarrassingly and said, “My family doesn’t have much money, but just manages a small grocery store. My grandfather gave me this name. He said it when he met everyone.

It turned out to be the original reason of family.

Xue Tingxiang couldn’t help but smile, and said: “My name is Xue Tingxiang.”

“This name is rather chatty. By the way, where are you from?”

“I am from Yuqing Village in the Huyang Township.”

The two were talking, and another person walked in.

This person is quite tall, but has a honest face, and looks like he is also a person from a village in the Huyang Township. Sure enough, after the introduction of the little butterball, Xue Tingxiang knew that this person is called Li Datian, and his grandfather is chieftain of Dawang Village.

Mao Badou and Li Datian have been studying here for two years. This year is the third year. The two lived in this room last year, so they have known each other for a long time.

Because Mao Badou was such a chatter, Xue Tingxiang and the others could not help but say a few more words to each other. While the three were chatting, the last person in the house also arrived.

He is a thin, gloomy and silent teenager. It looks like the family situation is not good. The clothes are patched, the shoes on the feet are also broken, and he didn’t talk to people when he came. He just put the baggage to the position near the door and made the bed with his heads down.”

Tingxiang, you are new here, I will take you around,” Mao Badou said enthusiastically.

Xue Tingxiang did not refuse, and the three of them went out the gate of the dormitory together.

This dormitory is located at the left rear of the school, and the shooting nursery is in front of it. The shooting nursery is a place where you can practice shooting. There were the classical six arts of gentleman in ancient times: ritual, music, archery, horse-riding, calligraphy, and mathematics.

In the former dynasty, the imperial examination system was gradually improved, and the standard of selecting officials was eight-part essay, which made the classical six arts was gradually abandoned. Ritual, music, archery, horse-riding, calligraphy, and mathematics were not the standards of a man of honour, which was equal to a scholar, but became something about hanging on to the lips of men of letters.

Although the shooting nursery is standard for school in counties, provinces, cities and even the Directorate of Imperial Academy, so many schools and academies have followed suit, but it is just a decoration. In Qingyuan School, it is the place for students to have fun.

Shooting nursery is not big, about half an acre, but it has a lot of vegetation. At this time, when everything is recovering, there is a thriving green everywhere.

They followed the path to shooting nursery, seeing there was no one nearby. Mao Badou whispered to Xue Tingxiang, “Chen Jian is a trouble. You’d better talk to him less.”

From these words, it is more than the fact. Is there any enmities between the two? But when Xue Tingxiang asked him, Mao Badou didn’t want to say more, even Li Datian, the honest boy was also secretive.

After talking with the two people, Xue Tingxiang can see that they are simple people. As for speaking malicious remarks of people behind their backs for no reason, they can’t do it. So does Chen Jian really have any secrets?

Because neither of them wanted to mention it, Xue Tingxiang naturally didn’t ask more, so he could only put things in his heart.

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Today is the first day of new semester, but it is for students to settle down. After the saint is sacrificed in the morning, the teacher will begin the lesson

These are what Mao Badu told Xue Tingxiang. Not only that, he also told him a lot about the school.

For example, there are more than 30 students in the school, but only three of teachers, one of whom is the schoolmaster, so the teacher resources are lack.

These 30 students are divided into class A and class B. In fact, class A is belong to the outstanding students, and class B is for who fails in the entrance examination or the quarterly annual examination. For example, Xue Tingxiang is a freshman. Naturally, he is in class B. Li Datian and Mao Badou are also in class B, because they are not good at their studies.

“I had a stomachache in last year’s annual exam, so I failed and became a member of class B. If it’s not so unlucky for me, it would be so easy to get into class A and be taught by the schoolmaster,” Mao Badou said in a big way.

Li Datian scratched his head honestly, “Although my family has great expectations for me, I know my own ability. That is to say, I’ve been studying for several years and I’m going to return home to farm, and I’ll wait for my master’s place.” Li Datian is the only child on his family, so he would say that.

Chen Jian is also in class B. In the words of Mao Badou, he is of mediocre quality. However, Mao Badou’s words are personal, so Xue Tingxiang had a doubt in his heart.

But so far he has a general understanding of the whole Qingyuan School.

They strolled around the school and went back to the dormitory.

There are more than ten rooms in the dormitory, which are all in one yard. Today, they are busy settling down, so the rooms ares very noisy. But when the three returned to their dormitory, Chen Jian was reading.

His bunk is not good, next to the door and far from the window. Because of the noise outside, the door was closed, so the light was very dim, and nobody knows how he read.

Seeing they pushing door to come in, Chen Jian looked up at them, and continued to read again as if there was no one else present. Despite what Mao Badu said before, he was a diligent man, Xue Tingxiang thought in his heart.

Because there is leisure time, and there is an “The Misfits” in the room, the three are not suitable to talk and laugh again. Li Datian finds out the books to read, while Xue Tingxiang takes out half of the books he has copied.

Mao Badu went to Xue Tingxiang curiously to watch him copying. After a while, he felt bored and ran out of the house. According to Li Datian, Mao Badu is very popular in the school, and there are acquaintances in the whole dormitory.

It was very quiet in the dormitory. Suddenly, Mao Badou ran in from outside and said, “There is someone for you in the courtyard, Tingxiang.”

“What?” Xue Tingxiang was stunned.

Mao Badou shook the copper lock in his hand and said, “According to the managerial staff, it’s a girl.”

As he said it, he came up and said with a funny smile, “Tell me. Who is she? Your sister? Is she beautiful?”

Li Datian pulled him back in embarrassment, and said to Xue Tingxiang awkwardly, “Don’t pay attention to him, he just can’t learn to be serious. In fact, he doesn’t have a bad purpose.”

Xue Tingxiang naturally knew that. He took the copper lock and said to Mao Badou, “She is not my sister, but my wife.” Both of them were startled, even Chen Jian, who had been reading with his head down, couldn’t help but look over.

“How old are you? How could you have a wife?”

Mao Badou is not old , and he is only 15 years old, but he boasts that he looks old. But Xue Tingxiang is obviously young. He must be no more than 15 years old. How could he marry his wife?

Nowadays, although men and women get married early, they are usually 17-18 years old men and 15-6 years old women. It’s really a little early for the man to marry less than 15.

“We haven’t married yet. I’ll be married after fifteen.”

“Is she your fiancee? Your little wife is very kind to you. She runs so far to send you a lock. Does she want to lock you or your heart?”

After literacy, Mao Badou seems to have opened the door of a new world. He has been watching all kinds of erotic words and songs. In particular, the current popular books. The pocket money given by his father every month mostly is contributed to this.