Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

The aroma of Ruyi Buzhuang lasted for two or three hours. During this period, Xiaoxiao did not leave the kitchen or let anyone in. After shopkeeper Liu told her not to disturb her, he also got busy. By the end of the day, he finally tried out the best Xiaoxiao walked out rubbing her shoulders.

[The dish "Chicken Cake" was included for the first time and earned 200 points. The current total points are 6,200. 】

"I've left a few pieces for you in it. I've also packed up the small kitchen. I'm going to go out for a walk and stretch my muscles. I'll ask Sister Liu to help me put the things away. My second brother and I will pick up the cart later."

At this moment, she was even more grateful that she was trying to make chicken cakes at Ruyi Buzhuang. Otherwise, her parents would be heartbroken when they saw the consumption!

The flour, eggs and sugar were all almost consumed, and she wanted to buy more while she still had financial freedom today.

The purchased items were sent directly to the shop by the shopkeeper. They were already familiar with them anyway. Xiaoxiao was going to give some warm ones to her second brother. On the way to the stall, she turned to Bowen Academy to take a look at the plaque on the gate. She couldn't tell what the four characters were in, but she felt that each character was written very beautifully and elegantly, with a sense of elegance and elegance unique to literati.

While he was admiring it, a question came from beside him.

"What did you see?"

Xiaoxiao turned around and saw an old man with a beard smiling at her, his smile full of kindness.

She said: "I just think the person who wrote this must be impatient."

The old man touched his neat beard: "What should I say?"

Xiaoxiao also touched her chin: "That's how I feel."

The old man and the young man did the same thing and looked up at the plaque, with similar expressions. However, a young man in blue who had just stood at the door said dissatisfiedly: "Do you know who wrote this word?" Of course, I didn’t expect a little girl to know the news about Bowen Academy, so I asked and answered myself: “This is the dean’s handwriting!”

"The dean of Bowen Academy was the number one scholar decades ago. He was well-read in poetry and literature and had outstanding literary talent. He was admitted to the imperial examination at a young age, and was appointed by the late emperor as the number one scholar in the new subject. He was personally granted the title of editor of the Hanlin Academy. , serving the emperor, the dean devoted himself to the people. During his reign, he proposed many measures to benefit the people, and compiled several anthologies of poems. Although he was famous all over the world, he was indifferent to fame and fortune. He resigned and retired indifferently when he was in the prime of his career. It has been many years, and now I am returning to establish the academy because I want to cultivate more talents for my Daxia."

"You say that such an open-minded and broad-minded person is impatient?"

Xiaoxiao could tell that this person was a fan of the dean.

The young man became more and more angry as he talked: "You don't know how many years we have been waiting for the dean. Now that such a person is willing to teach, we are so happy that we can't sleep at night. Even if we take a look at the dean's Mo Bao, our blood will boil." "Bo Wenyuan's four characters are vigorous and powerful, but you say he is impatient?"

Another person wearing a white student uniform next to him stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, saying: "The wild girl who was taught by Mudleg is naturally as ignorant as her parents. How can she know the character?"

The man in blue pulled him: "Brother Lei, there's no need to..." There's no need to say it so excessively.

But the young man in white didn't listen at all. He just held his head high and looked disdainful. When he looked at Xiaoxiao, he looked like he was looking at something dirty. When he spoke, he even covered his mouth and nose with a look of disgust on his face.

"Do you understand that you, an old man and a village girl, are just pretending to be arty?"

"Oh, I forgot. Your parents probably don't have the ability to teach you what 'elegance' means. If you smell poor and sour, don't embarrass yourself outside. Go home and pick shit with your parents, hahahaha."