Chapter 230 230. Style!


Chapter 230 230. Style!

The temperature is rising and the weather is getting warmer day by day.

Green potato seedlings grow freely under the sun, changing every day, much to the delight of the villagers wandering around.

Other fields in Shenjia Village have also been renovated and resown with soybeans instead of the original wheat.

Perhaps it is because the villagers have hope. Even when faced with a large field of soybeans that have not yet sprouted, they do not sigh like those in other villages. Instead, every family is full of positivity.

Whenever anyone asked why they were so happy, Aunt Cuihua and others would smile and change the subject. Most of the people who simply asked were women from other villages, and their attention was quickly diverted by the gossip.

In the small courtyard of the Shen family, Shen Xingluo, wearing new clothes, pushed out the door.

It was a sky blue gown, the most common style worn by scholars nowadays. The neckline, belt and cuffs were embroidered with exquisite yet elegant patterns, but there were no other patterns.

Common fabrics and common clothes would not attract anyone's attention at first glance on Lin'anfu Street, but at the moment its owner is very dazzling.

Shen Xingluo has a handsome appearance, with a somewhat elegant scholarly air, but his pair of black eyes that seem to see through the world add a bit of solemnity and awe-inspiring aura to him.

"Mrs..?"

Cheng Xi came back to his senses in the hospital, "Master's medicine is so easy to use. It has only been a few days and there are no traces on your profile."

"Yes. , thank you so much, Master.”
< br>Shen Xingluo pursed his lips slightly and took a few steps forward to take the jar of wine from her hand, "Let's go, it's getting late."

Today they were going to Fucheng to visit Master Du in the academy. That is, Shen Xingluo’s mentor.

Huaiyuan Academy is built on the mountain and has a history of hundreds of years.

Du Fuzi is the vice-president of the academy. He has treated Shen Xingluo differently since he entered the academy. Years ago, he sent him a lot of medicinal materials for his injury. A few days ago, Shen Xingluo also collected them. I received a letter of recommendation from this master.

"What is the relationship between Huaiyuan Academy and Huaiyuan Bookstore?"

"Why does Madam ask this?" "The names sound similar. Is it just a coincidence that the two are not related? ?”

"It does matter."

Shen Xingluo was carrying the wine jar, and the two of them had already entered the city gate. "There is a professor of music theory in the academy, Mrs. Zhao, who is the direct brother of the bookkeeper Zhao."
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This was a very unexpected answer. Cheng Xi thought that people who studied music, calligraphy and painting were all fairy-like, and never expected that any family members would be willing to go into business.

“We’re here, madam, come with me.”

The two of them were standing at the foot of a not too high mountain. A stone tablet with "Huaiyuan Academy" written in running script stood on the right side. In front of them was a long marble step leading directly to the academy gate.

“So stylish!”

Cheng Xi had visited the famous academy ruins in his previous life, but the gate building representing the card was not as good as what he saw before him.

“I finally understand why students from Lin’an Prefecture have such a high status in the eyes of Dayan scholars.”

Such a good academy would be useless if it didn’t produce batches of awesome people. Sorry for the wide, white and big steps, okay?

The cards are all so grand, it would be too shameful if it failed elsewhere.

Cheng Xi sighed, "Your classmates should all be in good physical condition."

Shen Xingluo paused for a second and then understood the meaning of her words.

“You don’t have to walk these steps every day.”

“I don’t believe there are not many roads in the academy. If you want to live here, eat here, and attend classes, you must have to walk a lot every day. Road.”

(End of this chapter)

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