"Stop!" Liang Shuyan realized what was happening; it turned out that Zhang was shouting something!
"Now six copper coins are worth ten thousand. We came all the way from Qingfeng Town to Furong Town. Can't we even earn this little bit of hard-earned money?"
Zhang immediately understood and nodded.
A group of students walked towards Liang Shuyan's cold noodle stall, arm in arm, chatting and laughing.
Jin Lao Er had prepared a table and chairs. They came over and sat down on the chairs. A tall boy asked, "Auntie, what's this delicious food? Give us a bowl, it's on me today!"
The other students burst into laughter: "It seems that Young Master Zhang is indeed very generous!"
Liang Shuyan handed over five bowls of cold noodles, which the students quickly devoured, slurping as they ate, "Wow, what is this good stuff? It's so delicious!"
"This is called liangfen (cold mung bean jelly), it's made from potato starch. We also have small steamed buns here, they're six coins each if you want some!"
The same student who had just treated everyone patted his chest and said, "Since there are steamed buns, let's just eat our fill all at once. The food in the school is just awful!"
With a beaming smile, Zhang brought over a bowl of steamed buns and placed it in front of the student!
The students' eyes lit up immediately. They stared at the steamed bun for a long time before turning their attention to Liang Shuyan.
Liang Shuyan chuckled: "You might be wondering whose steamed buns are like this, right? Our steamed buns not only use natural vegetable juice as a raw material, but this painting was also done by my son, which is what makes our steamed buns different from others!"
One of the students said, "Oh dear, isn't our school just looking for such talent? The teacher even said that whoever finds a painting genius will have their tuition waived for a year!"
Curious, Liang Shuyan sat down in front of the student: "Really? If we from Dashan can get into your school, I will definitely thank you properly!"
The student nodded: "Auntie, did you bring your son with you? We'd like to meet him, and if possible, we'd like to take him to meet our teacher."
Liang Shuyan hadn't expected to bring new hope to her eldest son so soon. She pulled Dashan over and said, "This, this is my son Dashan!"
The students were stunned. Their eyes were fixed on the mountain in front of them, and they didn't know what to say for a moment.
Da Shan's face flushed red, and he took a few steps back: "Mother, maybe it's because I'm getting old?"
Liang Shuyan had finally seized an opportunity, so how could she let it go? She brought a bowl of cold noodles to the students and said with a smile, "Today, consider this my treat, but I need your help to find a way to call your gentleman to my stall. The rest is none of your business."
The students were naturally delighted and readily agreed.
Soon, a burly man walked towards Liang Shuyan's stall.
Da Shan exclaimed in surprise, "Mother, it really is! The doctor has arrived! Look!"
Liang Shuyan straightened her clothes briefly, stepped forward, and politely said, "Are you the teacher in this school? Please, have a seat!"
The teacher glanced at Liang Shuyan's stall and said, "My students say your snacks are delicious, give me a bowl!"
The gentleman placed the six coins directly on the table.
"Sir, I heard you're looking to hire a student who can draw, is that right?"
The teacher paused for a moment, then nodded: "I have this idea, but so far, I haven't encountered a student with such talent. Why is that?"
Knowing that her mother-in-law was doing this for her husband, Zhang hurriedly took out two exquisitely carved steamed buns from the steamer and politely handed them to him with both hands.
Sure enough, the gentleman was stunned when he saw the two steamed buns. His eyes were fixed on the flowers on the buns, and he sighed, "Did you paint this?"
Liang Shuyan glanced at Dashan and called him over: "Sir, this is my son, Jin Dashan. He painted this picture."
The gentleman glanced at Dashan and said, "The painting is good, but your son seems a bit too old."
The man stopped talking and just ate steamed buns and cold noodles.
"However, this isn't too big a problem. Here's what I'll do: I'll give him a chance. Here's a piece of paper and a pen. Draw a picture of me eating cold noodles. If it satisfies me, I don't mind if you're a bit older. What I value in you is your talent."
Jin Dashan nodded politely: "Thank you, sir!"
Immediately, Jin Dashan picked up his paintbrush and began to draw on the paper. Liang Shuyan stood to the side and whispered, "Dashan, remember, when you draw, you must draw Mr. Jin as a close-up."
Da Shan nodded!
"Sir, I can't accept this money! Regardless of whether my son can get past you today, this cold noodle dish is on me."
The man glanced at Liang Shuyan's clothes, then smiled and said, "I never expected that you, as a mother, would go to such lengths to seek a better future for your son. You are truly the most responsible mother I have ever met!"
"Sir, I simply don't want to waste my son's fine painting!"
On the other side, Jin Dashan had finished his painting and held it up in the sun to admire it.
"Sir, please take a look."
The gentleman stretched out his hands and took the painting from Jin Dashan. His eyes lit up: "Oh my, what a talent! Not bad, not bad at all! You've captured me so perfectly! I'm just an ordinary person here eating cold noodles, but through your painting, you've made me look like a cultured scholar!"
At that time, a pair of rough hands kept rubbing, and a pair of eyes were fixed on Jin Dashan!
"Very well! In that case, I will make an exception and admit you today. This is just one hurdle for me. To enter the academy, you will still need to pass the academy's examination. Are you mentally prepared for that?"
Da Shan suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you, Master, Da Shan was prepared for this!"
A smile spread across Liang Shuyan's face. Not knowing how to thank the gentleman in front of her, she then stuffed a few more steamed buns into the bowl and gave them to the teacher.
"I wouldn't dare! Although you did it for your son, you've already made an exception and treated me to your cold noodles for free. How could I possibly take your steamed buns? That's unacceptable!"
Jin Dashan looked at Liang Shuyan with some reluctance: "Mother, if Dashan goes to school, you must take good care of yourself. When Dashan has completed his studies, Dashan will definitely take good care of you."
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