Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 1294 Topic
It has been a while since I last visited Wen Yuan's home. Last time, Elder Wen was not at home, but this time the whole family was there.

Every time he came in, Shangluo would sigh at the size of the house - the nature of the land at Wen Ge Lao's house was the same as his own.

This is the land of the garrison. Although it cannot be traded, anyone in the garrison can use it permanently and pass it down from generation to generation. All one needs to do is pay a symbolic monthly rent.

As long as one is a military household in the garrison, he can be allocated a piece of land in Yingtian City, but the size of the land varies.

Even so, it is rare to have such a large land as Wen Ge Lao's - this is mainly because when Wen Yuan's father Wen Yan died in an accident, he had already received an extra piece of land as a Qigong practitioner. Originally, Wen Yan's land and Wen Ge Lao's land should have been inherited separately, but considering Wen Yan's bravery in that incident, the Jinyiwei specially approved the merger of the two lands.

Therefore, the land here is at least eight times larger than that of Shangluo's family. The actual building area used by their family alone is even larger than Zhu Xianxun's Changchun Palace.

And there is even a yard here. Not the symbolic patio of Shangluo's house, but a real courtyard.

It was not time for dinner yet. Shangluo found Wen Yuan who was "busy" in the courtyard.

Shangluo saw at a glance that Wen Yuan was circling a pig leg, waving a big knife at the pig's elbow.

"Wow, you also have this question?" Shangluo asked in surprise.

Shangluo himself was troubled by the question of [How to distinguish pork elbows], but he didn't expect that Wen Yuan was facing the same problem.

"'Also'?" Wen Yuan was stunned for a moment before she reacted. "No way! Is your opening essay also on this terrible topic?"

"What the hell, we are not from the same school. I am from the Imperial College, and you are from the Yingtian Artillery Academy, right? Why are the questions the same? Did Elder Wen communicate with your school when setting the questions?"

"I don't think so. My grandfather pays great attention to the creativity of the questions. It's just that this question is too difficult. So Shangluo, how are you going to write it? This is a pig. It's so frustrating!"

"Eat more, what else can I do?" Shangluo shook his head. To distinguish the pork elbows, we still have to eat them. Anyway, the Imperial College encourages everyone to eat more in the cafeteria. The school will deposit money into the students' meal cards every month. If you can't finish the food, you won't take it out. So of course it's more cost-effective to eat it all.

"Eat???" Wen Yuan was completely dumbfounded, "Can you really use eating to solve this problem?"

"What's wrong with eating a pork elbow?"

"Wait a minute." Wen Yuan raised her hand. "I don't think we have the same topic. What is your topic?"

“[How to distinguish the front and back elbows of pigs].”

"Is it that simple??? Do you know what our topic is? [How to dissect a pig]!"

"Killing a pig, right?" Shangluo now knew why Wen Yuan was gesturing here. He was holding a knife and gesturing where to cut the pig's elbow. "Why do you have such a question?"

"Because not many people have killed pigs these days. How to properly dissect a pig requires research. You can do field research, ask people, or go to the library to find out. Anyway, this essay requires us to describe pig slaughtering in 2000 words - of course, dissecting a pig, not killing it. Specifically, we should analyze what parts of a pig's body there are, and which parts need to be specially processed."

"So, where did you do it?"

"I did go to a hot pot restaurant to do some research a few days ago, and there are many types of pork. But I forgot about them while I was eating. My grandfather simply bought me a pig and let me practice on my own. I cut the pork elbow we ate tonight."

"Stop it, what did you do to the cut?" "You don't trust my knife skills? My knife skills are quite good. I even played the role of a roast duck apprentice. I can slice a roast duck for you to see."

"Okay. Oh, by the way, I had your homework delivered to you."

"Homework? Is that still a thing?"

"It's about the past." Shangluo asked for his notebook because he saw his handwriting was beautiful, so he wanted to scan the handwriting. He was a bit busy in the middle, so he delayed sending it back now. But it's not a big problem, anyway, it was Wenyuan's homework a long time ago.

"So where is your room?" Shangluo asked, "so I can put your homework back."

"Which room do you ask? My bedroom, study, reading room, or writing room?"

"Where do you put your homework?"

"Well, let me think about it." Wen Yuan put down the knife. "This is an old homework. You can put it in my study. Go by yourself. Go to the second floor on the corridor over there. It's the third room. You are not coming to my house by yourself. It doesn't matter if you walk around freely."

"Okay." Shangluo took the homework from Grani who was delivering it at the door, and carried the homework book to the second floor - the stairwell alone seemed to be able to accommodate 10 Victorias.

[Why can't your house be bigger? If your house is this big, Victoria won't feel too awkward if she moves in. ]

"It's not up to me to decide. Didn't you see that Lu Qianhu's house isn't that big? It's just that his house is extra big."

After climbing up the stairs, Shangluo finally delivered the book to Wen Yuan's study.

This study is really a study, a place to store books. Opening the door and going in, it is like a library with shelves of books. Looking at the list of books, it seems that this is not the study of Wen Ge Lao himself, but only the study of Wen Yuan. Because Shangluo also saw a lot of comics of "Wang Lingguan" on the bookshelf, and it is obvious that Wen Ge Lao will not read this.

"Oh, where should I put this homework?" Shangluo walked around the bookshelves holding the book.

He finally found the place where the old textbooks were kept. All the old textbooks that Wen Yuan had used were placed here, with the covers wrapped and neatly arranged without a speck of dirt.

"Okay, let's put it here." He squatted down, classified the books one by one according to subjects, and put them where they should be.

However, as the books were put back in place one by one, Shangluo suddenly saw a strange name at the edge of his vision.

"Hmm?" Shangluo picked it up and saw that it was a math homework. But the name was not Wen Yuan, but Wen Yan.

"Is this Wen Yuan's father's homework? Why is it in here? It's not right, didn't you notice?"

[How is that possible? Tianyi Guiren has been scanned, so if the handwriting is different, it will be discovered quickly.]

"But look at this," Shangluo noticed the graffiti on the cover. The handwriting of the name and class was exactly the same as Wen Yuan's.

They are so similar that even Tianyi Guiren can't tell them apart.

(End of this chapter)