Chapter 22 Chapter 22 In the thatched cottage, Hezhou only...

In the thatched hut, Hezhou felt dizzy, and the hand he was holding was so stiff that it seemed to have no feeling.

"Why are you shaking? You're not a virgin anymore, relax." Xie Xunzhi used his hands to straighten his hand.

Hezhou's tense hands loosened a little, and he curled his lips: "Whose girl lets you touch her hands like this?"

"Stop talking nonsense. Put your pen down and write with a light touch. Go back and trace some simple words. Don't forget to put them in your bag when you're done."

Xie Xunzhi let go, moved aside and started writing new characters.

He lowered his eyes to look at the long string of ancient poems, reciting them silently in his mind to make sure he knew them all.

I picked out a few difficult-to-recognize ones and wrote them down.

The written word had just been finished, leaving behind a beautiful peak, but there was no time for him to appreciate it.

A drop of ink fell from the sky.

Suddenly, rich ink spread all over the paper, and the black stain covered Huifeng.

Hezhou laughed sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I was so engrossed in reading that I forgot I was holding a pen and accidentally dropped it. Are you... using... mine?"

He handed what he had written to Xie Xunzhi. The two papers were placed together, and the comparison was horrible.

Hezhou's handwriting sounds shaky, and it is obvious that he does not use a soft brush often.

The font is square, with straight lines as if framed, vaguely revealing the habits of the previous life.

For some reason, he felt that Xie Xunzhi's handwriting was more beautiful, like the fonts in the art books he looked at when he was bored in middle school.

His face flushed and he dared not speak. He reached out his hand from under his head and tried to pull back what he had written, pretending to tap on the table casually.

"Didn't you say it was for me?" Xie Xunzhi held his hand, his eyes full of confusion.

"ah?"

Hezhou didn't react, covering his face with his hands, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into: "Hey, write another one! I'll pay for the paper money!"

Xie Xunzhi felt a headache, and his voice softened as he explained, "I'm serious. The style you wrote is quite suitable for them. On the contrary, the cursive script I learned before..."

He curled his lips.

After hearing this, Hezhou's tail rose up again, and he turned his hand and picked up the rice paper stained with ink.

"Whether it's true or not, I admit it. This is mine."

The corners of his mouth curled up, he shook the rice paper in his hand, and stood up and went to the back row.

When you get closer, you can see at a glance that the position is reserved for him.

Several wooden tables were covered with dust, except for the one in the middle which was wiped clean.

The stool had four legs and was gnawed and scratched, with ink still on it.

He looked quite disgusted, emptied his messenger bag, sat down on it, and covered it with his clothes.

Before he could learn Xie Xunzhi's technique, students came one after another, most of whom were at the age when they were just starting to change their teeth.

The first few people who arrived rushed to the front row and stared at the words clipped on the rope.

I have to say, looking at this alone, Hezhou feels that what he wrote doesn’t seem to be that bad, at least it’s readable, right?

The most important thing is that I got Xie Xunzhi’s recognition!

"Hey! Sir, do you write with your left hand?"

"Sir, do you want to learn this?" The thin hand pointed at the words above and looked at Xie Xunzhi with a serious face.

Hezhou was choking and coughing.

Xie Xunzhi squatted down and rubbed his face: "No, it's the same as the fork this morning, it's just a problem with the pen. This part needs to be written straight."

After saying that, she looked at him, with helplessness flashing in her dark eyes.

No wonder they wanted to use his, Hezhou couldn't help laughing.

More and more children came later. The toothless child from last time walked in slowly with a handkerchief in his hand.

When she saw him, her eyes lit up and she ran to him.

"How's it going? Did I successfully convey my message?"

Hezhou was startled when he saw him coming, and didn't have time to put away the things he had written on the table.

It was painted to death, and it looked like a black whirlwind.

"Not bad, not bad." He laughed dryly and squeezed out a few words of praise.

"My name is Wang Xiaopang! I heard that the new gentleman listens to you. Can you tell him to leave me alone?"

"Next time you come to me, I won't charge you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Xunzhi grabbed the child's collar and pulled him to the front row.

"If you're not serious, call your mother."

The familiar words brought him back to his student days, when he went to school on financial aid...

Then what?

Hezhou's heart skipped a beat as he realized that he couldn't remember some things that happened before he traveled through time.

Memories of the past are like a pile of loose sand.

I only vaguely know what I did, but I can't remember the specific details.

He couldn't even remember what his roommate looked like.

Am I traveling through time, or am I crazy?

This vague understanding will only make him more painful.

Strange whispers came to my ears, "Liar!" "Freak!"

These words sounded like something I often heard in the orphanage, and I could even feel the touch of blood on my body.

The sounds gradually became noisier in my ears, until finally Xie Xunzhi's voice became clear.

Hezhou looked up at Xie Xunzhi, the figure reflected in his eyes, and the flickering heat seemed to want to drag people into the sea of ​​fire.

His current wish is to keep Xie Xunzhi forever, until his death.

Xie Xunzhi didn't pay any attention to him, but just asked them to take out their books and read one sentence at a time.

Xuan paper is not cheap, so I usually only write on it when I am about to finish school or when I first start school.

He is a good teacher and will try his best to keep everyone in the rhythm.

At the same time, he was also very strict. He didn't just hang the ruler for show. His heart was on the students, so naturally he didn't notice anything unusual in Hezhou.

Hezhou was bored and had no book to follow. He was tired of writing the same words over and over again.

He lay on the table, recording every word Xie Xunzhi said. Not long after, Xie Xunzhi hit him on the head and yelled at him.

Then there was a book in his hand, and Xie Xunzhi started to recite it silently.

He was flipping through the old books, and besides the scent of ink, he could smell a unique fragrance that belonged to Xie Xunzhi.

It was obvious that the two people were using the same soapberry!

He raised his fingers and smelled the corner of the book carefully, and the faint fragrance disappeared again.

Unable to grasp the fragrance, he thought of the rice paper he had just snatched away, and his desire to verify it grew.

As soon as he picked it up, Hezhou realized what he was doing. He was acting like a pervert.

He lowered his head like a student in an examination room, looking forward with a guilty conscience.

The classroom was filled with the sound of reading, but no one was looking at him. Xie Xunzhi was standing in front, reciting each sentence in a gentle voice.

He found the page he was reading and wrote along.

The warm wind blew, and the little thatched house became bright and transparent.

The wooden door was pushed open suddenly, hitting the wall with a "bang" sound.

Hezhou, who was immersed in Xie Xun's voice, was frightened and shuddered, and the words he wrote were crooked and left a big black mark.

Chunjuan, who was standing outside the door, was also startled. He stared with his round eyes and stood there.

"I ran in a hurry and didn't pay attention, so I knocked the door open with the basket!" Chunjuan said in panic, his hand suspended in mid-air.

Xie Xunzhi stopped and reassured the chattering students that they were the ones practicing hanging characters.

He waved to Hezhou and walked out.

Hezhou put away all the words he had written and limped away.

When I got to the door and turned around, I was met with several pairs of curious eyes.

"What are you doing, County Magistrate?"

"Go, go, write well! Master Xie will come to check it later."

Hezhou pushed the door open and saw Chunjuan apologizing nervously.

He jumped next to Xie Xunzhi and leaned against him without any hesitation: "What happened?"

"I just followed Mr. Xie's instructions to go buy shoes. On the way back, I saw two vendors arguing over a street stall." Chunjuan moved the basket forward.

Inside were two pairs of black cloth shoes.

"Did they report it to the police?"

Chun Juan shook his head. "Even though they didn't report it to the authorities, I heard they weren't right! One of the vendors said that the guy who bought the chicken was involved in a government case, but he didn't pay the officials, so he'll lose his head sooner or later!"

She made a beheading gesture and said aggrievedly, "These two, and that old lady this morning, too. I don't know where they got the rumor from."

Hezhou glanced at Xie Xunzhi and said in a serious tone, "Did the Chen family find out so quickly?"

Xie Xunzhi sighed: "I felt something was wrong this morning. The lady was so anxious that I ran out to give her the money."

"Are there many people gathered over there?" Hezhou touched his chin and made a plan in his mind.

Chun Juan nodded: "A lot! There are twice as many people on the street today as before!"

Hezhou stood up straight and patted the shoulder of the person next to him: "I'll come to your class next time."

"You can come tomorrow." Xie Xunzhi smiled and said, "I'll go pack my things. Chunjuan, please keep an eye on Master He."

"You still don't trust me."

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Hezhou picked up a stick from the road and followed Chunjuan into the street.

As soon as I got to the street, I could hear quarrels and the sounds of things being thrown. It was really lively.

"What are you doing!"

He threw the stick aside and let Chunjuan hold on to it, trying his best to cover up the abnormality under his feet.

There was a gap in the circle, and the people around it lowered their heads.

He vaguely heard someone say, "The county magistrate is here! We're in trouble!"

Someone then said, "I'm just here to watch the show. I hope I won't be thrown into jail!"

God knows! He hasn't even mentioned beheading him yet, and he hasn't even caught a mouse!

When the people inside heard his voice, they stopped fighting and knelt on the ground with their faces bruised and red, not even daring to raise their heads.

"County Magistrate!"

"What's going on? Tell me."

One of the two people on the ground looked familiar. He seemed to be Boss Xu who bought the blind chicken for Wang Er.

The two looked at each other, smiled and looked up: "Sir, we were just joking!"

As he spoke, Boss Xu's nose felt hot and a line of blood flowed out. He quickly wiped it away and laughed it off as if nothing had happened: "I'm getting angry! I'm getting angry!"

Another thin man wiped his sweat exaggeratedly: "Me too, me too."

"You too, why are you wiping his sweat?"

The thin man was startled and started wiping his own sweat, stammering and unable to speak for a long time.

Hezhou's tone changed: "Okay, tell me, why are you fighting in the street?"

"He...he...he occupied my stall..." The thin man spoke first, pointing with trembling hands.

Boss Xu snorted, "There's no rule about who gets this place! I came early, so I got it first! Besides, there's a space next to you, too!"

"How can it be the same? You're just a chicken seller, and you stink! I'm a pancake seller! How can people come here if they smell you?"

The thin man was so angry that his voice became louder and louder, almost one-third as loud as before.

Hezhou asked them to stand up and looked at Boss Xu: "Where is your own stall?"

"Sir, that stall... the one next to it... was owned by a man who sold steamed buns... After a while, he invited me to dinner and asked me to move... He was the one who chose this place for me." Boss Xu shrank his neck and lowered his voice.

"I thought it was a big deal. Just come to me next time if you have this kind of problem." Hezhou crossed his arms and tried hard to support himself on the ground with one foot.

"Just make do with it today. When you close your stall tonight, come to the government office to register. I'll plan a stall for you. If you're not satisfied, we can adjust it."

He had wanted to do this a long time ago. Every time he passed by here and wanted to buy buns, he would go to the stall selling chickens next to him.

I wanted to buy a sesame cake, but there was a fish stall next to me and the fishy smell filled the air. I wanted to buy some fruit, but there was a meat stall next to me and the bloody smell filled the air.

The two people on the ground fell silent, looking at him in embarrassment, and even the vendors around them were whispering to each other.

Some people squeezed out and asked: "Sir! Do you charge rent for that stall?"

"No, I'm just making some plans for you. Put the cooked food together, the raw food together, and put soy milk next to the buns." Hezhou clapped his hands and turned to look at them.

"Do you think this is okay? If anyone has a grudge against anyone else, tell me and I'll transfer you guys."

He raised an eyebrow and looked at everyone. Although they still looked suspicious, he felt relieved. However, he was still unsure.

"Okay, come over here in a while. Now let's talk about what it means. If you don't pay the government, you'll lose your head sooner or later."