After the family fell, I wanted to lie down

The next day, Yingge went to the academy as usual and once again saw the busy city gate, pedestrians, and galloping carriages. The only difference was that the scene he saw was no longer the exit from the city gate, but the return journey.

In the early morning, families went from outside the city to the inside of the city, but the situation was exactly the opposite last time. Little people have their own sorrows and fears, and big people have their own helplessness and cruelty, but in the end, life is not easy.

Yingge carried the basket and squeezed through the gaps between the carriages, running towards the school.

The water of Chen's Yiyuan Lake is sparkling, and the surface of the lake is covered with mist. The sounds of drums and flutes can be faintly heard from the center of the lake, making it seem like a fairyland.

Beside the bamboo forest, Lu Gongqing folded his arms and listened. The breeze lifted his clothes from time to time, revealing the plain white shirt underneath.

A servant came quickly forward from a distance and said, "Sir, all the letters have been delivered." A thick plate of letters was piled on the tray in the servant's hand.

Lu Gongqing didn't even look at it, and from time to time he stroked the rabbit with a broken leg in his arms. "Look, it's well behaved now. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it."

The summer rain had been falling all night, and the sky was growing increasingly gloomy.

The sound of clogs could be heard from the street. Yingge, wearing a straw raincoat, passed by the blacksmith's shop on the street. The blacksmith was still diligently making the sound of clanging. Yingge praised his diligence, saying that the weather was not bad.

"It's so early, little brother. You're so good. The weather is so bad. Why are you up so early?"

The auntie in the fresh fish shop had sold out all her vegetarian dishes, only some fresh fish were left.

Before Yingge could answer, the aunt spoke first. "God has bestowed a great responsibility on this person."

Yingge smiled and said, "Aunt is right."

Those who get up so early are either poor people or some people who have no choice, like her and Zhilin.

The little piglet made a squeaking and humming sound, and Yingge saw him from a distance. This was the second time she met him in the street.

The boy in the rain was wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, which were of course much simpler and more worn than Yingge's.

His shoes and clothes were soaked by the rain. The stone road was slippery on rainy days. He held the piglets on the ox cart by the shoulders and pushed forward with all his strength, and the rope was stretched straight.

The sound of clogs was heard behind him, but he did not turn around. He seemed to have moved his body to the side to make way. Although it was a bit slow, there was no one behind him urging him, so it seemed that the weight of the cart he was pulling was a little lighter?

Zhilin turned around and saw Yingge.

"I guess it's you."

"Yes, yes, except for me who is diligent and hardworking, who else would go to school on a rainy day?"

Zhilin said, "Do you get up so early every day?"

Yingge didn't waste any time, she pushed the car forward, and the car moved a big step.

"You look skinny and small, but you're really strong."

"Don't you know there's a saying? A sage said, you can't judge a person by his appearance, and you can't measure the depth of the ocean by a bucket."

"I heard you've made a name for yourself again this time."

Zhilin was probably talking about the incident where Yingge was personally invited by Lu Gongqing to compose poetry.

"Yes, yes, since I came to this Mo City, every day has been glorious."

“The success I had then was the result of my own hard work.”

"In fact, I run to the school club every day."

"Then you are certainly not acting this way because you have no carriage to ride in."

If Yingge wasn't wearing a straw raincoat, she would have stretched out her arms to show Zhilin her muscles. "Of course, I'm doing this to exercise."

Zhilin laughed and said, "No wonder you are so strong, push harder."

The cart loaded with a dozen piglets creaked on the bluestone slabs under the weight.

The canvas-covered car was splashed with rainwater, splashing on the pedestrians around it. The stains and smell made pedestrians stay away.

Pedestrians were complaining one after another, and Yingge pushed the cart from behind and kept apologizing to them.

Yingge asked, "You come so early every day, why haven't I seen you before?"

"I don't go very early either. In the morning I have to go to the farm to finish my work and prepare dinner for my mother. Then I have to go to the Zhang family to work for half a day."

"Will this be too hard for you?"

During the journey, the two of them mostly chatted about things in the school and their families, such as which teacher was strict, which teacher or teacher had a good temper, and who cooked the best food.

They got up early because it was raining, and the city gates were not open yet. The soldiers guarding the city saw them and were surprised. "Did Butcher Zhang have another servant?"

The soldier who knew Zhilin said

Yingge heard it, raised her head and moved her hat a little further away.

"Brother, you don't recognize me, it's me!"

Yingge is also a celebrity among the soldiers. She runs back and forth every day, and most of the soldiers know her.

"I'm her classmate!"

The soldiers looked even more surprised. They opened the city gate and watched the two men walk out, one pulling a cart and the other pushing a cart.

"The man who sold himself actually has classmates."

"He's a servant!"

The road became even more difficult to drive on after leaving the city gate. The rain was a little lighter, but the road was even more slippery. Zhilin pulled the car harder in the front and could feel the push from behind.

Fortunately you met me today, otherwise you would have had to work very hard.

Zhilin didn't look back, looking at the misty rain ahead through his bamboo hat. He said, "Yes, thank you so much."

He did not ask Yingge to stop pushing because of this, and he himself did not stop, but just pushed harder than before.

"Speaking of which, the pork from Zhang's family is really good. Chunqiao has always bought from them."

"Yes, I sometimes feed it myself, and it's pretty good. Who is that Chunqiao?"

"She's one of my little neighbors, a little girl. She's small, but she always acts like an adult. She's just a little nagging sometimes."

"Haha, you're a child yourself, but you always act like an adult."

The house in front was getting closer and closer. When it was approaching, Zhilin stopped, wiped his face, not sure whether it was rain or sweat, and said, "Thank you so much for today. It's enough to stop here. Otherwise, it would not be so fast. If that were the case, I would have missed another day of classes."

Yingge Xiaodao "People say that great favors are not to be thanked, and I will repay you with my body in the future."

When Zhilin heard this, he looked confused and asked, "Promise yourself to me?"

Oops, I accidentally said what was in my heart.

"Hehe, I was just kidding. You can just pay me back later."

Zhilin said, "Well, it's a big favor, pushing the cart. OK, I'll remember it."

Zhilin saw that Yingge's clothes were stained because she helped him push the cart, and so were her clogs. He said, "I'm taller than you. Why don't you come to my house and change my clothes?"

Yingge declined politely. She thought it was a joke. Even if others didn't know, didn't she also know her own situation?

"Don't bother. I'll change when I get to school. My clothes are stored there."

"Well, goodbye, classmate."

Yingge was walking alone in the rain, wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat. The loose clothes made her look even thinner. She walked very fast, and her clogs made a clattering sound on the bluestone floor. Zhilin looked at her from behind and stood there for a long time without moving.

After sending the piglets to the butcher Zhang in Zhilin, she turned a corner and arrived at the school which was relatively late. However, Mr. Yan never paid much attention to her, so it didn't matter. It all depends on the individual's self-discipline.

Yingge looked down at the clothes on her body and realized that it was time to change them, otherwise it would be very rude to meet people.

Yingge did not store her clothes in Xiaolin Hall, but just because she did not store them did not mean that others did not store them. She opened another thatched room in Xiaolin Hall, which was Mr. Zhixing's residence. Outsiders were not allowed to enter without permission, but Yingge had already regarded this place as her own home, so this rule was invalid for her.

Yingge opened a box placed in the corner of the grass society. As soon as she opened the box, a simple mechanism popped out automatically. Yingge quickly lowered the distance. The mechanism brushed against her arm and crashed into the wall, leaving a small ball of ink on her arm.

Then a note fell from his clothes: "I guessed you would rummage through and look at Mr.'s things. You deserve to be beaten!"

When Yingge saw the note, she felt as if she saw Zhixing's smug look in front of her. Humph! How childish!

There were only a few simple clothes and some basic pornographic pictures in the box.

It's really his style. He can make some money by selling the books.

Yingge quickened her pace, changed her clothes and went straight to Mr. Yan's class, so she was not late. However, it was raining so hard, it would be understandable if she had been late or not come at all!