Chapter 30 Roasted Lamb Chops: She was like the bright sun, warmly embracing life, as if all things were coming to life.
As Lin Wen'an said, after nightfall, there were fewer pedestrians in the alley, and the students in the South Study who were howling like ghosts quieted down, and there was hardly anyone coming and going.
The "giant advertising poster" written by Lin Wen'an, which Yao Ruyi had asked Lin to write, was also finished and was drying. She held up an oil lamp and examined it several times from right to left, and was very satisfied.
This copy of the KFC breakfast sign wasn't written on paper, but on a type of waxed silk, mostly used for calligraphy and painting. It was several times more expensive than ordinary Xuan paper, but this kind of cloth, when nailed outside, could withstand wind and rain and wouldn't easily get damaged. To earn money, Yao Ruyi gritted her teeth and only bought this one roll; she didn't have the money to add even half a foot more, which is why she asked Lin Wen'an to write it for her.
You only have one chance; you can't afford to make a single mistake.
Fortunately, Lin Wen'an lived up to his reputation as someone who passed the imperial examination at the age of seventeen. He was steady in both mind and hand. Sometimes, he would understand what Yao Ruyi was saying before she even finished speaking and would immediately pick up his pen to finish the sentence. Other times, he would write down all of Yao Ruyi's rambling, seemingly endless words, and he would even sort out the important and urgent points for her, writing each word as if it were a pearl, without a single mistake.
Yao Ruyi, leaning against the table, was filled with envy. She even secretly made a wish to God: "God, I want a mind as clever, quick-witted, and with a photographic memory as my second uncle's in my next life! Please, please!"
When she was about halfway through writing, she had nothing more to say to him, and standing there would only bother him, so she took out her account book from the locked drawer and went to the back to check the goods and accounts.
Her shop continued the bookkeeping habit of her grandmother's shop, except that her grandmother had a cash register, while she only had handwritten notes.
So she came up with a solution.
She now has three ledgers with different functions, which she bound herself in thread and then filled with grids to create tables. The first one is an "Income and Expenditure Ledger," used to record daily cash inflows and outflows, making it easier for her to track profits.
This is something she started doing as soon as she opened her small shop. The notebook is very simple, with the date and item (purchase/sales/miscellaneous expenses) listed at the top of the form. She would do a check every day after closing the shop, summarizing the income and expenses and the balance to ensure that the money and the accounts were consistent.
As the number of goods increased, she created an inventory ledger, categorized by product type, such as grains and oils, writing implements, and soy sauce and vinegar. This ledger was used to record the inflow, outflow, and balance of each type of goods. To make bookkeeping easier and faster, she only recorded the quantity of outflows, while calculating profits through her inventory ledger.
Later, feeling it wasn't enough, and that there were still omissions, she created a monthly inventory sheet, conducting a physical inventory check at the end of each month to verify discrepancies between the records and the actual stock. The inventory check itself wasn't complicated; she would check each item in shelf order, using small wooden tags hanging on the shelves to record the actual quantity. The biggest advantage of timely inventory checks is that it allows for the prompt detection and correction of natural losses, omissions in the ledger, or theft. Gradually, the loss rate can be controlled, and she has a clear understanding of the situation.
In her past life, her grandmother had entrusted her with managing the small shop for a period of time. Looking at the haphazard accounts her grandmother kept—accounts that even she herself couldn't understand later on—she used methods found online and her own trial and error to develop her own set of accounting techniques. It wasn't particularly sophisticated, but it was sufficient. However, back then there were computers, making calculations much faster. She had been calculating by hand for over a month and still found it tedious. Recently, she had been learning how to use an abacus from Liu, the accountant from the Meng family.
The learning process has been going relatively smoothly; I've already learned addition and subtraction in the thousands place, but I still can't type very fast, let alone type with both hands.
The Meng family runs a woodblock printing workshop, and the money coming and going every day is quite substantial. Accountant Liu is over fifty years old and has been doing accounting all his life. When he starts using the abacus, he can use various formulas to calculate blindly and quickly. Basically, as soon as the beads move, the number is calculated. Sometimes, even Yao Ruyi's mental arithmetic is not as fast as his.
On one occasion, when Yao Ruyi sought his advice, he gave her a complex calculation problem: total price of goods = number of pieces * unit price + average freight cost. While Yao Ruyi was still clumsily searching for the positions on the abacus, Liu the accountant completed the quotation accurate to the cent with just a few finger movements.
"That's amazing!" Yao Ruyi idolized Accountant Liu. Every time she visited, she not only brought him snacks and food but also showered him with praise, her words dripping with honey. Accountant Liu would chuckle at her flattery and stroke his beard modestly, saying, "I'm nothing special. The truly capable ones are in the Ministry of Revenue, where they calculate the taxes of the entire nation, down to the last penny. Not to mention the officials in the Imperial Observatory, who use abacuses to calculate the annual calendar and solar terms and observe celestial phenomena. Even the newly built artillery battalion has diviners who use abacuses and measuring tapes to calculate how far flint and steel projectiles can be launched, and they can do it with almost perfect accuracy. What are my meager skills compared to that?"
Even so, Yao Ruyi felt that if she could learn even a little bit of Liu the accountant's skills, that would be enough. There was no shortage of top-notch people everywhere, so she still needed to be down-to-earth and not be overly ambitious.
However, at this time, people who can use an abacus are welcome everywhere. Accounting has always been a good profession with excellent job prospects, both in ancient and modern times. Although Liu the accountant was willing to teach her some basics under the instruction of Aunt Meng, Yao Ruyi also knew that he was unwilling to teach her his real skills.
Come to think of it, she seemed to have taken a few abacus classes when she was in elementary school. However, these kinds of classes were more about form than substance, and the classes were usually taught by the homeroom teacher. Gradually, the main subjects taught by the homeroom teacher took over. When it was time for abacus class, it was either math or Chinese class. Now, looking back, Yao Ruyi couldn't remember how to use an abacus at all. She had learned it, but it was as if she hadn't really learned it.
If she had known she was going to transmigrate into a book, she would have not only learned how to use an abacus, but also learned some other powerful cheat abilities before transmigrating!
Just as her thoughts were drifting further and further away, the aroma of charcoal fire wafting into the shop pulled her back.
Uncle Cong had already lit the stove and set up the baking tray in the yard. He had gone to several butcher shops today to buy the kind of large lamb chops that Yao Ruyi wanted, with "the fifth and sixth pairs of ribs and the first and second pairs of loin meat". It was already late when he got back. In addition, she and Lin Wen'an had some urgent things to do at the time, so they ate dinner very late.
Only after smelling this aroma did Yao Ruyi realize how hungry she was.
Uncle Cong is going to grill lamb chops, she has to keep an eye on him!
She simply removed the wooden planks and odds and ends from the window and closed the window halfway so that the family could concentrate on having their dinner.
It's past dusk now, and the sky is already gray. A few pale stars have appeared in the night sky.
Although the fire wasn't lit until nightfall, Grandpa Yao and the dogs had already had some snacks. Grandpa ate one of the first batch of egg burgers Yao Ruyi tried baking that day, and the dogs ate five. Later, Yao Ruyi baked another batch, and San Cun Ding and Cong Xin also ate them. Grandpa Yao, however, wasn't satisfied with his first one, so he ate another round. After eating like this, their stomachs were at least a little full, if not half full.
"Second Uncle, come on, it's time for lamb chops!"
Although Yao Ruyi's heart was already set on the lamb chops, she didn't forget to tug at Lin Wen'an's sleeve, asking him to come along too. Lin Wen'an silently stood up, obediently and helplessly being pulled by her, hurriedly jumping out of the shop, and subconsciously raising his arm to act as her crutch.
He glanced at her, feeling a strange sense of relief. At least... he hadn't been abandoned because of the lamb chops.
During the past few days of meals at the Yao family's house, he had noticed that Ruyi valued her three meals a day very much. It wasn't just a matter of her husband's simple cravings; she seemed to cherish them. No matter what she ate, she would always be happy about eating, as if the happiest thing in the world was food and drink.
She seemed to be a person who was easily satisfied. She was content with every meal and every day. She was always happy because of some ordinary little things. Even the most ordinary little things would make her happy, such as just seeing the thick, huge clouds that were rarely seen in winter being blown by the north wind and rolling overhead.
"Second Uncle, look! What huge clouds!"
"Second Uncle, look! There are still wildflowers blooming in winter!"
"Second Uncle, the sun is out today. Why don't you join Grandpa and the dogs in sunbathing? I'll also bring out the bedding to air it out."
That day, she settled him, her husband, and the dog in the warm winter sun, and then quickly moved out all the family's blankets and pillows, as well as the long rabbit plush toy that kept her company while she slept on her bed.
The clothesline wasn't long enough, and after drying the bedding, she had nowhere to put her oddly shaped rabbit. So she stuffed the doll into his arms, smiled with her eyes crinkling, and said, "Second Uncle, Grandpa is covered in dog hair, so let him hang it here to dry!"
He lowered his head, picked up the rabbit's long cotton ears, and stared into the eyes of the ugly rabbit that was sewn up to look like a giant sausage.
The rabbit's eyes were sewn on crookedly, and its eyes were lifeless and dull.
At that moment, both the ugly rabbit and he must have felt quite helpless. But he still hugged the rabbit, which seemed to have a hint of mint scent, and kept it company, basking in the early winter sunshine, both of them drowsily and fluffy.
Ruyi often had a refreshing minty scent on her, because she had sprained her ankle and, besides drinking bitter herbal medicine, she also frequently drank sugar water boiled with mint leaves, seemingly hoping to reduce the swelling quickly. This rabbit, which she probably often held in her arms, also had a cool and light minty scent.
When it comes to taking medicine, she doesn't need to be coaxed at all, doesn't complain about the bitterness, and isn't afraid of the medicine. It's as if she has taken it hundreds or thousands of times before. She can pick up the bowl and drink it all in one gulp without changing her expression, just like drinking water.
When they encountered a mouse in the kitchen, Uncle Cong yelled for Three-Inch Nail to quickly bring a broom, but Ruyi was quick-witted and nimble-fingered. She caught the darting mouse by the tail with one hand, and to Uncle Cong's astonishment, she gripped the long tail and, like a whirlwind, beat the mouse left and right on the ground until it was on the verge of death.
Lin Wen'an couldn't find the words to describe her. She was different from all the women he had ever met, whether they were gentle, spirited, virtuous, or spoiled. Although he was frail and sickly, he hadn't seen many women. But sometimes he wondered how Ruyi had grown up to be like this. He had heard that when his teacher was on duty lecturing, he would always leave her alone at home. She never went out, so outsiders said she was aloof and gloomy.
Unexpectedly, she seemed to have found the true meaning of life in her long period of solitude, and took very good care of herself.
He is far inferior to her.
Later, as he was cuddling the ugly rabbit and almost falling asleep in the sun, he caught a glimpse of her basking in the sunlight. She had moved a small stool, rested her chin on her hand, and looked up at the colorful bedding fluttering and falling in the wind in the yard. The sunlight made her eyes glow with a bright amber color.
At that moment, Lin Wen'an had an idea.
She is like the bright sun, embracing life with fervor, as if all things are flourishing.
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When Yao Ruyi hopped into the courtyard, leaning on Lin Wen'an's arm and using a cane, Uncle Cong had indeed prepared most of the preparations.
The weather is cold these days, and the lamb chops left outside will freeze solid in no time. Uncle Cong bought a lot, and now he has them piled up like a small mountain on a shallow ceramic plate. Each piece of meat still has a lot of ice crystals on it, and the meat is bright red and looks very fresh.
"What great meat! Uncle Cong, please don't let it thaw!" Her eyes lit up, she let go of his hand, and hopped over at a faster pace.
Sure enough, after hopping around for four or five days straight, she had even mastered the art of hopping on one leg. Coupled with her intense craving for lamb chops, she hopped faster than a rabbit and appeared next to Uncle Cong in the blink of an eye, startling him who was engrossed in wiping the ceramic plates: "My goodness, where did you come from, young lady?"
Lin Wen'an, who had been abandoned, paused in his tracks.
In winter, regardless of whether it snows or not, the lingering pain in his injured leg is almost impossible to stop or suppress. Lin Wen'an, who was lagging behind, walked slowly behind. He watched Yao Ruyi excitedly and joyfully run towards her big lamb chop like a bird, and slowly lowered his arm, which was still half-suspended in the air, back to his side.
Sure enough, you can't let things go in your mind, or they'll happen. A smile crept into his eyes, and he shook his head gently. Instead of joining the commotion by the stove, he leaned against a pillar and quietly watched them chattering around the charcoal fire, discussing how to grill the food.
Yao Ruyi insisted that the meat should not be thawed, but roasted while still partially frozen, as this would make it more tender.
Uncle Cong didn't believe it. He argued that such a method would definitely burn the bottom, and by then the inside wouldn't be cooked yet, and the outside would be inedible.
It was cold, so Grandpa Yao warmed himself by the stove in the house. He secretly brought the puppies, Xiaomi, into his room behind Yao Ruyi's back, and even let them play on his bed. At that moment, he was scratching the puppies' bellies and smelling the charcoal fire.
Before long, Grandpa Yao arrived quickly, carrying a dog in his arms, a cat perched on his shoulder, and two fat dogs following behind.
When they arrived, they were at a loss. Grandpa Yao only knew nine-tenths of what was going on with the kitchen. After looking left and right, he could only be a fence-sitter. Whenever Uncle Cong said something, he would agree, "That makes sense." Whenever Yao Ruyi argued, he would chime in, "That works too."
Neither Yao Ruyi nor Cong Bo could convince the other, so they compromised by putting half of the lamb chops they had bought in the kitchen to thaw, and trying Yao Ruyi's method on the other half. If it didn't work, at least they would still have half left, so they wouldn't be completely wiped out.
Having made up his mind, Uncle Cong replaced the coal briquette in the stove with a new, unburnt one. Sparks immediately flew up and preheated the earthenware plate in no time. He poured in the oil, then gently placed the semi-frozen, marinated lamb chops on top.
The marinade for the lamb chops was prepared by Cong Bo. He ground Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, and cinnamon into powder, mixed with soy sauce, salt, and Shaoxing wine, and added a little bit of dogwood and cumin. He brushed the mixture onto the lamb chops, and after grilling them over a fire, the sizzling sound of the oil filled the air, and the aroma of the lamb chops immediately spread.
Yao Ruyi's mind was now filled with thoughts of lamb chops—sizzling, juicy, tender, and fragrant lamb chops! She stared intently at the lamb chops at the bottom, which had already changed color, and urged Uncle Cong to flip them over. Uncle Cong used a spatula to flip the meat over, and the other side sizzled as well.
As the meat was turned over, the mutton fat dripped onto the coal briquettes in the stove, releasing a smoky aroma with hints of Sichuan peppercorns. This fragrance could travel very far in the cold winter wind, and even when the wind blew against your face again, you felt that the wind itself was warmed by the rich aroma of meat.
Yao Ruyi stood around Cong Bo, her eyes sparkling. Cong Bo, who was about to grill lamb chops, was the most handsome man in her eyes.
Later, it turned out that Yao Ruyi's method produced even more tender meat. The outside was crispy and fragrant, while the inside was still slightly reddish, about 80% cooked. But this level of doneness was just right, and the meat tasted both fragrant and tender.
Once baked, scoop it up; the rendered mutton fat drips down. Spread some sauce on it and continue baking the next piece.
Cong Xin remembered that there were leftover white flour buns from the morning, so he took them out, broke them into small pieces, and placed them by the stove to roast with the lamb chops. Grandpa Yao and the dogs had already set out bowls and chopsticks, glancing at the lamb chops on the baking tray from time to time, just waiting to eat.
Yao Ruyi went into the kitchen to cook noodles and ladle soup. Soon, she brushed the pre-roasted lamb chops with sauce and divided them into plates.
Dahuang is a very resilient dog. No one knows why it became a stray. Sometimes when Yao Ruyi looks at it, she feels that it must have been trained by someone. It never goes to the table, and it will never eat food that people haven’t thrown on the ground, nor will it go into the house.
It not only disciplines itself strictly, but also teaches by example, forbidding the family dog from entering the house.
Of course, Grandpa Yao always brought the dog inside.
Today was no different. Although it was also attracted by the aroma of mutton and walked from the door to the kotatsu, it did not stand up and paw at Grandpa Yao's arm like the other puppies.
Those plump tails wagged so hard they almost swept the floor tiles clean.
Grandpa Yao is also the softest-hearted person in the world. At first, when Yao Ruyi brought a whole litter of dogs home to raise, he was quite disgusted. Even when he was not in his right mind, he would always tell the dogs to go away. Occasionally when he was sober, he would tell Yao Ruyi whether she should give some of the puppies away, as one big dog and one small dog would be enough for the family.
But Yao Ruyi hesitated and kept putting it off. Meanwhile, Grandpa Yao, who used to dislike the dog, started spending all his time with it. He not only let the dog into the house to sleep, but also often threw the meat from his bowl to the dog while eating, behind Yao Ruyi's back.
A few days ago, what Grandpa Yao liked most was that his dog, Tie Bao Jin, had learned to understand human speech! At first, it was the most wary and would even bare its teeth like Da Huang, but later it became the most affectionate of all the dogs. It would always play around Grandpa Yao, licking him and wagging its tail, and would often jump up wanting him to hold and pet it. Grandpa Yao felt as if he had raised a grandson dog, and he even taught it to bow, shake hands, sit, lie down and play dead, and even wanted to teach it arithmetic.
Although it hadn't learned arithmetic, it had learned other skills quite well, which pleased Grandpa Yao, who praised it as the smartest and most clever dog in the world.
On the same day that Tie Baojin learned the commands, Grandpa Yao stared at the puppy rolling on the ground and suddenly froze. He turned to Yao Ruyi and said out of the blue, "...If only I had known to keep you company with a puppy before."
"That way... you won't always be alone at home."
Yao Ruyi froze on the spot, turning around almost stiffly. But when she looked at Grandpa Yao, he turned his head away before she could even look at him, pretending to be engrossed in playing with Tie Baojin. But Yao Ruyi felt that she hadn't seen wrong; she vaguely saw a faint glimmer of tears in his eyes.
Yes, if there had been a little dog in this courtyard, the original owner would have had the dog to keep her company when she was home alone, and she would have had some things to do. Perhaps... she wouldn't have gotten stuck in this rut and been unable to get out.
At that moment, Yao Ruyi didn't know how to comfort this now meaningless hypothetical situation. She could only smile awkwardly and whisper, "Grandpa, don't think about it anymore, it's all...it's all in the past..."
Grandpa Yao hugged the puppy's neck, burying his face in it. The puppy's fur covered his face. He didn't look at her, but just responded softly, "Yes."
Finally, all the lamb chops were cooked.
Yao Ruyi specially prepared a portion for Cong Xin and San Cun Ding as well, but the two of them refused to come and eat. They held their plates and were about to hide in the shop to eat. She quickly called them back, gave each of them a large scoop of noodles, and told them to remember to come out and get the soup.
When she finished her work and turned around, Grandpa Yao was already eating impatiently.
Uncle Cong placed a large lamb chop on his plate. Grandpa Yao didn't cut it; he just picked it up with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. It was so hot that he was panting, but he couldn't bear to put it down. He took a bite, and the juices dripped down his chin. He mumbled, "Delicious! Really good! Lamb is the best! So fragrant!"
Grandpa Yao ate so much that he couldn't bear to leave even the meat between the bones.
Several puppies in the yard were already squatting at Grandpa Yao's feet, jumping and wagging their tails, just waiting for him to throw them the clean bone he had gnawed. As soon as Grandpa Yao raised his hand, all the dogs and kittens looked up and stared. As soon as he threw it, they all rushed out barking. The fastest one, Tiebao Jintou, snatched the bone and cleverly ran to the porch to hide in the woodshed, slowly gnawing on it. The other puppies had no choice but to hurry back to wait.
Yao Ruyi then realized she had forgotten to feed the dogs! She hurriedly went into the kitchen, mixed mutton fat and meat sauce with a few pieces of mutton, and quickly poured it into the dogs' bowls. The dogs rushed over and ate without even looking up.
Only then did she begin to enjoy her portion of roasted lamb chops.
It's so delicious! Just the smell makes it smell amazing. I finally don't have to drink porridge anymore.
Lin Wen'an also took the lamb chop handed to him by Uncle Cong, slowly cut it into small pieces with a knife, and ate it slowly and deliberately with chopsticks.
The fire in the charcoal stove gradually died down, and the lamb chops on the grill were almost gone.
As the night deepened and the wind picked up, Uncle Cong replaced another coal briquette in the stove, and the firelight flared up again, warming the surroundings.
The night wind grew colder, rustling the thatch on the woodshed. The magpie that had been building its nest under the eaves had finally finished. It sat comfortably in the nest, only its round head peeking out, leaning left and right in a corner where no one was paying attention.
Lin Wen'an looked at the small courtyard. He hadn't felt this way in a long time. His family was sitting around the stove, which made them sweat, eating meat, drinking soup, and eating a few crispy steamed buns. He could hear Ruyi scolding the man for wiping his greasy hands on his clothes.
The man, having been scolded, shrank back and quickly slipped to the entrance of the small shop to sit down with Three-Inch Nail.
Since San Cun Ding came to help the Yao family, he has often talked to Grandpa Yao. Yao Ruyi doesn't know what San Cun Ding and Grandpa Yao, such an old child, have to talk about. It's strange that the two of them, one simple-minded and the other confused, can talk nonsense for half an hour.
One said, "Dr. Yao, look, the weather is really nice today!" Another asked, "Why aren't you in school?" One replied, "I'm just a slave girl bought for two taels of silver, why should I go to school?" Another shook his head and said, "That's not right. Confucius said, 'In education, there should be no discrimination. One should not refuse to teach people because of their race or social status.' Everyone should study."
Three-Inch Nail didn't understand: "What do you mean, 'plant trees'? You want to plant trees?"
Grandpa Yao forgot what he had just said in the blink of an eye. After thinking for a moment, he looked up at the night sky, which was studded with silver nails: "Let's plant a peach tree? It's beautiful and delicious."
"Peach trees are prone to getting infested with insects, which is bad."
Yao Ruyi and Lin Wen'an both pricked up their ears to listen to what was going on. They looked at each other strangely and simultaneously, and couldn't help but chuckle when their eyes met.
What are they even talking about?
Yao Ruyi shook her head and continued to gnaw on her lamb chop.
Lin Wen'an watched her eat meat and drink soup with gusto, and even her eyes narrowed with pleasure after she was full. He lowered his eyes and smiled slightly.
The next day at dawn, Yao Ruyi got up in the dark, and Uncle Cong brought a bucket of paste to help him, pasting the big sign of "Yao's Breakfast" on the wall on the other side of the window.
Back in the kitchen, Sancunding and Congxin had already sorted and packaged the various set meals at different prices, then wrapped them in baskets lined with quilts to keep them warm. She went in and hurriedly helped with the bagging, but halfway through, Lin Wen'an, wearing an outer robe, also came in.
He glanced at what she was doing, then rolled up his sleeves and offered to help.
Yao Ruyi noticed how skillfully he folded the oil paper and tied the hemp rope, and then she remembered that he had only glanced at her a few times when he passed by while she was grilling sausages. He hadn't thought much of it at the time, but yesterday, when he helped write the signboard and kept an eye on the shop, he had somehow learned how to do it without any instruction and even sold a lot of sausages and oden for her.
Previously, Yao Ruyi hadn't thought much of Lin Wen'an's reputation as a child prodigy, but in the past few days, she had come to understand it deeply. If compared to horses, Lin Wen'an's mind was like the fastest Liaodong horse, while hers, compared to the millions of ordinary people in the world, was probably just a donkey's brain.
But he wasn't arrogant, didn't think there was anything to mention, and just did it casually.
Just as Yao Ruyi was busily preparing the meal, at the Nanzhai Academy, Lu Fang, with his disheveled hair and a classmate who had also overslept, was frantically running around the academy like chickens, his various howls filling the air:
"Who wore the wrong socks? Where are my socks?"
"Which bastard used my hot water again?!"
"Fang! Where's your tooth powder? Lend me some, I'm out!"
"Hurry up, or Lord Yu will catch us at the back gate. Not only will we be punished, but we'll also get a lot of his scorn."
The colder the weather, the harder it is to get up early. Lu Fang hurriedly washed up in the chaos, then haphazardly put on his clothes, his belt still dangling behind him, grabbed his book box and rushed out.
The sky was dark and a cold wind was blowing.
The group ran, panting heavily, their breaths billowing white air. They were almost at Yao's shop, and the back gate of the Imperial Academy wasn't far off either. The morning bell hadn't rung yet; there was still a chance! Lu Fang's mind raced. He was quite disappointed at not seeing Yao's daughter yesterday. Taking advantage of the brief respite, he nudged his classmate: "I'll go buy breakfast and bring you some. You go into the study first; if the teacher asks, you'll have to help me out!"
His classmate nodded, panting, and Lu Fang turned and went over. When he got there, he saw Cheng Shujun, Meng Boyuan, and Lin Weiming, the students from Class C who often played Cuju together, standing in front of Yao's shop, craning their necks to look at the newly pasted large characters and paintings on the wall, which seemed to have some kind of illustration and text.
Lu Fang, panting, moved closer and stood beside Meng Chenglin and the other two, looking up at them as well.
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