The Imperial Examination Daily Life of the Master in Time Travel

Chapter 56-60

　I haven't seen him for a long time, but now I see a living person. Is he still dreaming?

　　"Brother Zhou, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you doing?" Song Weifeng was wearing the camel robe that Zhou Ziyan gave him, with a smile on his lips.

　　The undershirt is also the one given by Zhou Ziyan, with the buttons neatly and rigorously buttoned to the top.

　　When he bowed his hands, his sleeves fell down, exposing a small section of his bright wrist, which made Zhou Ziyan's eyes white.

　　"..." Zhou Ziyan patted his face, turned aside and let Song Weifeng in, "Weifeng, have you eaten your breakfast?"

　　He looked behind Song Weifeng.

　　Strange, why didn't I see that boy Song Douding?

　　"I've already used it. Brother Zhou, don't look. Douding is not here. I'm afraid this kid is still eating." Song Weifeng explained with a smile, "He got up late today. When I came, the girl was scolding him. Woolen cloth."

　　Wang Xiaoniu and Song Douding are really natural enemies, and they quarrel every day.

　　Song Douding got up late today, and Wang Xiaoniu helped him pack his things while saying he was lazy. The two children were so busy that one was in a hurry.

　　As for him, the older brother, he naturally turned a deaf ear to what was going on outside the window and left on his own.

　　Song Weifeng couldn't help but laugh when he thought of the lively scene in the Song family.

　　"Then you can sit down wherever you like. I'm still steaming something on the stove."

　　Zhou Ziyan wiped his hands and went back to the kitchen to continue working.

　　Now he is the only one at home and has to do all the work by himself.

　　Although it is very fulfilling, I have to say that it is a bit tiring.

　　Song Weifeng stepped into the inner courtyard and couldn't hide his surprise when he looked at the scene in the courtyard.

　　Classes started in his own school, and it was the first time he saw the scene here.

　　When the small desks were moved in, there was an empty desk with nothing on it.

　　Song Weifeng couldn't imagine using this small desk to teach.

　　Now the five small desks are not only filled with pen holders and inkstones, but also have several books neatly stacked on them.

　　Each book has traces of being opened, and Pang Pangshan's book is stained with ink.

　　Song Weifeng looked at each small desk and couldn't help but admire, "Brother Zhou...you are so attentive."

　　This kind of treatment is comparable to that of an academy.

　　And these things... cost a lot of money, right?

　　How much money did Brother Zhou's friend bring to him... But no matter how much money he had, he couldn't bear it if he couldn't get it in!

　　Zhou Ziyan returned to the kitchen and opened the cover on the stove.

　　Put pumpkin, eggs, and a few lotus roots in the pot.

　　From the first day he taught, small bamboo baskets often appeared at the door.

　　The basket is full of fresh vegetables and fine rice, flour, grains and oils.