The Little Lucky Girl

However, there was someone who seemed not to want to meet them and just followed them closely. Seeing that the class time was approaching and the people in front were walking too slowly, that person seemed to get anxious and his footsteps became a little messy.

Ming Youyou turned around, looked at the man and said, "Cheng Xiaoan, Aunt Luo has a few words for your mother."

"She said that she understood your mother's hardship in raising a child alone, and that the past was in the past. Now there is an embroidery workshop in the county town, which can make more money than embroidering purses. If your mother is willing, the workshop is always open for her."

Cheng Xiaoan looked at them silently, and after a while he said, "I understand, I will tell my mother." Then he lowered his head and walked quickly, and finally just ran.

Feng Xu asked in confusion: "Did he say 'thank you' when he passed by us just now?" Even though the voice was not much louder than a mosquito's, he suspected that he had heard it wrongly.

Lu Tai nodded, "Yes, I heard it too."

Zheng Huan sighed, "It seems that we have lost this friend." Cheng Xiaoan was the first friend they met in the academy, which was a bit of a pity.

Before the others had time to follow suit, a figure came up from behind, put his arm around their shoulders and said, "What are you afraid of? You've got me here." Bao Wenkang's carefree voice made everyone's ears buzz.

Zheng Huan and the others slapped his claws away in disgust, rubbed his ears and said, "Why are you up so late again? Be careful or the teacher will spank you in a while."

"I actually got up early, but the city and the academy are so far apart." Bao Wenkang yawned helplessly, "I told my mother that I wanted to rent a yard in a nearby village to live in. How about I rent your yard so that we can keep each other company?"

"Not very good." The four people looked at him in horror and shook their heads in objection.

Bao Wenkang is so noisy that even Feng Xu can't stand it. Sometimes when the two of them quarrel, it's more annoying than the quacking of a dozen ducks.

Besides, their identities as "Sanjing Wanderers" could not be exposed, and during the days when he stayed with them, they could not even discuss the topic, which really wasted several nights.

"But you have to let me stay tonight. I have the most classes today. If I go to clean the back mountain after class, it will definitely be dark before I can finish. If I go back to the city, the city gates will definitely be closed."

Seeing several people nodding in agreement, Bao Wenkang immediately became happy. Seeing Cheng Xiaoan jogging in front of him, he said slyly, "Did you have a falling out with him? Should I stop buying things from them?"

Bao Wenkang's mother's dowry included a grocery store. Seeing that the mosquito repellent sachets brought by Cheng Xiaoan were quite effective, he bought them, resold them to the store, and earned some pocket money for himself.

Zheng Huan shook his head, "No, it doesn't matter what happens between you and him. We are still classmates."

Ming Youyou thought that Cheng Xiaoan probably still had a dozen sachets in his hands, and the weather was getting cooler, so he might not be able to sell them well, so he encouraged him, "His mother might have to work in an embroidery workshop in the future, so she might not have time to make small items like this. If your family still needs them, you'd better buy them as soon as possible, otherwise they will be gone forever."

As they were talking, a melodious bell rang, and several people were startled, realizing that class time was almost up.

Ming Youyou immediately became anxious. She didn't want to be punished. The first class was in the class of Mr. Yin, whom she hated, and she couldn't let him make a fool of herself.

Bao Wenkang was very leisurely, "Why rush? There are still nine more bells to ring."

"Besides," he drawled, "I just have to outrun you all." Because the dean usually only liked to punish the last person.

Seeing Bao Wenkang staring at his short legs with ill intent and smiling, Ming Youyou snorted, squatted down and started to untie the sandbag.

She tossed the sandbag in her hand, shook her head at Bao Wenkang, and rushed forward in a flash.

Feng Xu and the others had already taken off their sandbags. They patted Bao Wenkang's shoulder sympathetically, then rushed to the front and rode away.

Not to mention Bao Wenkang, even the classmates watching on the top of the mountain were stunned.

By the time they all reacted and wanted to find out what was going on, they discovered that the bell had already rung for the seventh time. Everyone hurried into the classroom, leaving Bao Wenkang still struggling to climb the mountain. In the end, he was scolded by the supervisor while panting.

Maybe it was because of the bad impression left during the first class, but Master Yin always seemed to target them intentionally or unintentionally in class, especially Ming Youyou.

It was fine that he mocked her piano playing, after all, it was her first time learning, and she was small with short fingers, so she certainly couldn't play as well as her classmates. But why did he ridicule her for her painting?

You have to know that she has been taught by several teachers, both openly and secretly. Although her talent is not very good, at first glance, she can draw much better than most of her classmates.

Ming Youyou angrily dipped the pen into the ink, but was very careful when she wrote. This paper was second-grade fine paper that she bought specially, which was very expensive, just to ensure that the lines would be smooth when drawing, and the impurities in the paper would not affect the brushstrokes, so that Master Yin would not find any mistakes.

She planned to draw a horse. Previously, in order to prepare for the task of delivering gifts to the grassland for Magistrate Tao, Han Wuniang had practiced drawing horses a lot. Ming Youyou naturally learned a lot from her as well. Now she was most confident in drawing this.

As a result, she had just finished drawing a horse head when she heard a harsh voice, "I have never seen a horse so stiff. I'm afraid yours is not made of wood."

Seeing Ming Youyou looking at him unconvinced, Master Yin said with a click of the tongue: "Who did you learn this from? You are unlucky. You originally had a little bit of spiritual energy, but unfortunately you met a misleading master, and he made you mediocre instead."

This is really too much. In this era, the master-disciple relationship is very important. A master treats his disciples almost like parents and relatives. You should just comment on their paintings. Why do you have to ridicule other people's parents?

Ming Youyou immediately shouted, "Even if it's not good, it's my own fault. It has nothing to do with Master. Besides, I haven't even finished the painting yet. How can Master know that it's not good?"

Zheng Huan and the others were also a little angry. "Why don't you ask the teacher to draw a picture for us so that we can know what a masterpiece is?"

Master Yin looked at them but didn't refuse. He picked up Ming Youyou's pen, signaled her to move aside with his eyes, and then drew a horse's head next to the unfinished horse.

The students gathered around and exclaimed one after another, "How did you do that, Master? With just a few strokes, the horse looks like it's about to run out of the paper."

Feng Xu wanted to find fault with it, but after looking at it for a while, he couldn't help but say, "This horse is really well drawn. It reminds me of my father's horse Zhuifeng."