Chapter 11 The Manuscript Was Stolen
In the study room of Class T, Zhu Lan and others were taking a bath.
It is called bathing, but there were no shower facilities in ancient times, so people actually just scooped water and poured it on their bodies to wash.
But it’s much better than the first day when I could only wipe my body with cloth!
Two buckets of boiling hot water mixed with cold well water make exactly four buckets, which can be used for bathing.
"It's Lanlan who's capable. She caught Aunt Xu's handle and made her boil hot water for us. Hehe!"
When Qiao Youyou thought of Supervisor Xu's expression, she couldn't help but laugh.
Old woman, aren’t you a cow?
You got caught, haha!
The laughter reached the ears of the other three people through the curtain.
Qin Yuwei asked: "Lanlan, the lecture will start tomorrow, how are you preparing?"
Before Zhu Lan could speak, Qiao Youyou answered:
"Lanlan is the famous Professor Zhu, what's the point of giving a lecture to these little brats?
If you ask me, there is no need to prepare so many manuscripts. Why use a butcher knife to kill a pig? "
"You're killing a chicken, why use a butcher knife?" Zhu Lan corrected.
Qin Yuwei continued: "Youyou is originally a mixed-race person, and she is of Hu descent after traveling through time. It is understandable that she speaks the Central Plains language."
Xiao Wan is a quiet person and just laughs along.
A few people were chatting and laughing when they had almost finished washing when they suddenly heard the sound of a bell ringing outside.
"Why is the dorm supervisor ringing the bell to call people together so late at night?" Qin Yuwei asked curiously.
"That old woman is definitely up to no good." Qiao Youyou curled her lips.
A few people put on their clothes and went out. Students from other book houses also came out one after another, and they didn't know what had happened.
Supervisor Xu counted the people in each library and asked Zhu Lan:
"Are all four of you here together?"
Zhu Lan said they are all here.
Supervisor Xu nodded and told everyone that the newly purchased lamp oil for the academy had arrived, and asked everyone to go to the gate of Qingyayuan to sign and receive it.
The four of them took the lamp oil and walked back. Qiao Youyou muttered:
"I don't think I'm a big shot. I called everyone out just to get some lamp oil. I really think I'm an official."
As he said that, he pushed the door.
"Wait a minute..." Xiao Wan suddenly spoke.
She is the shortest and has a soft voice.
Xiao Wan pointed at the door: "When we came out just now, I clearly closed the door, but look."
The wooden door is now open a crack.
Xiao Wan has obsessive-compulsive disorder and is known for her meticulousness in doing things. She would never leave with the door half-closed.
Zhu Lan's face darkened and he pushed the door open and walked in.
The room was as tidy as before, except that the manuscript she was going to use for her lecture the next day was missing.
When Qiao Youyou heard that the manuscript was lost, she was shocked and immediately started rummaging through boxes and drawers to help her look for it. Xiao Wan also asked Zhu Lan to think about whether she had put it somewhere else.
Qin Yuwei looked at Zhu Lan and did not move.
"Youyou, no need to look for it. I've put the manuscript on the table. I won't make a mistake." Zhu Lan said.
Qin Yuwei's eyes were full of meaning: "Think about the people who have had a grudge against us. Just now, everyone in Qingya Garden was called out to collect lamp oil, and Zhao Wenyuan was not seen."
Zhu Lan nodded, she also noticed it.
"It turns out that the old woman was in cahoots with her. It must be Zhao Wenyuan who came in and stole the manuscript!" Qiao Youyou crawled out from under the bed with dust on her face.
It is time to turn off the lights. Students cannot leave the study. If they have any problems, they can only ask the warden for help.
But Supervisor Xu obviously would not help them investigate Zhao Wenyuan.
Zhu Lan said that she had her own way to handle the teaching, and then they fell asleep with worry.
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The next morning, the door of Wulei Pavilion was rarely opened, and the students of Class C walked over there in small groups, carrying their stools.
Wulei Pavilion is located in the center of Longchang Academy. It is a magnificent pavilion with red walls and green tiles.
There is a statue of Confucius on the grass at the entrance, and inside is a lecture hall that can accommodate about a hundred people.
Zhao Wenyuan was in high spirits. He moved his stool to the first row, totally out of place with the others.
Xue Mei asked her from behind why she was sitting so forward.
Zhao Wenyuan waved at them: "Come quickly, there's something interesting to watch!"
Xue Mei didn't understand what was going on, but Zhu Qingyan had already walked over with a smile and sat next to Zhao Wenyuan.
Xiang Wenyuan walked into Wulei Pavilion and saw Zhu Qingyan sitting in the first row. His scalp suddenly went numb.
But he still gritted his teeth and sat in the second row, behind Zhu Qingyan.
He sacrificed so much for love!
Except for Zhao Wenyuan, Zhu Qingyan, and the students from Class T who came to show their support, none of the other students looked happy.
His face showed that he was forced.
There is no way. Ouyang has doubled his words. If I don’t come, will I be punished to copy?
"Look, isn't that Ding Shiyi? Why is he sitting in the first row?"
Someone nearby sneered, "Fools sympathize with each other. Doesn't he run behind the T-class every morning, panting? Hahaha..."
"Alas, no matter how bad he is, he is still in Class C. He has simply fallen into depravity." Another person shook his head regretfully.
"Hush, Ouyang Jiabei and Master are here!"
The dean was not in the academy due to some matters, so Ouyang Ye invited a group of teachers from Class C to come and comment on Zhu Lan's lecture.
If the teaching effect is good, the system of students giving lectures will be promoted in the future, which can also be regarded as exercising one's abilities.
They sat down in a row of chairs to the side of the podium.
"Dean Ouyang, is the lecture system you mentioned really feasible?"
"Yes, these students are so young, and their studies are not solid, how can they teach and answer questions?"
Several teachers thought this was a bit ridiculous.
Just as Ouyang Ye was about to speak, he saw Zhu Lan's thin figure walking towards the stage through the crowd below the stage.
"This female student looks unfamiliar to me... Old Li, is she from your class?"
Master Li shook his head and looked at Master Zhao.
Master Zhao was also confused.
"She is from Class T and her name is Zhu Lan." Ouyang Ye said.
Several teachers opened their eyes wide in shock.
Master Li stood up from his seat, shaking his white beard:
"Ouyang... Dean, this is Wulei Pavilion. There has never been a precedent for a student to stand on the Wulei Pavilion podium. Even we have never been there!
You privately opened the Wulei Pavilion and let a girl from the T-class give a lecture while we sat below. Isn't that intentionally humiliating us!?"
"There is a statue of Confucius outside the door. If you let her go up there and talk nonsense, wouldn't that be desecrating the saint?"
"As the dean, you dare to act like this while the dean is away. When the dean comes back, we must report the truth!"
Several teachers were very excited, but Ouyang Ye looked calm:
"Please be patient, everyone. I have invited you here only to make a few comments, and there is no other intention.
If you are not afraid that she will speak too well, why not sit down and listen?"
"Okay, then I'll learn from you today." Master Li snorted, lifted his robe and sat down again.
When Zhao Wenyuan saw Zhu Lan walking up to the podium, he could hardly suppress the smile on his face.
However, the next second, she saw Zhu Lan took out a stack of manuscripts, and her smile froze on her face.
Zhu Qingyan glanced at her sideways.
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