When he woke up in the morning, Zhang Meng hurriedly washed up.

"Eat breakfast!"

Zhang Hao had already gotten up and prepared breakfast.

"Aye, I'll go to school to eat."

There are free meals and meals available in Principle School, including three meals a day. However, Zhang Meng knew that many of his classmates’ families were worse off than himself, so he went home to eat dinner every day except breakfast and lunch.

Ma came out of the kitchen, reached out and slapped the steam in front of him, and said, "Dalang, think about what Ah Niang said last night, why do you study? Isn't it just to make money? Going to a wealthy family to do things... it's not embarrassing. Ah Niang just waits for others to do things, does her own duties well, and she has a lot of money and food every month, and she can often take advantage of it..."

Zhang Meng sniffed, "My mother, I will find a way to go to the Ministry of Revenue..."

It was not that he had the opportunity to go to the Ministry of Revenue. He had it the previous year, but at that time he felt that he had insufficient knowledge and was eager to further his studies, so he declined.

The next year, the Ministry of Revenue skipped him when he recruited people.

"you!"

Ma knew about that and said angrily: "The Ministry of Revenue asked you to do things very well, but you refused. That was the Ministry of Revenue! He slapped them in the face, and those officials kept silent and secretly treated you as a thorn. How could they still want you? You...you..."

The more Ma thought about it, the more angry he became.

Zhang Hao limped out and said with a smile: "What are you anxious about with your child? We are not unable to work, so let your child read a few more years. It's time to make a move, Dalang hurried away."

Ma Shi glared at him, "The Ministry of Revenue has no chance, where can I go? Even if Dalang can be a minor official in Chang'an County and Wannian County... I will die in peace."

Zhang Hao waved his hand and signaled his son to leave quickly.

After Zhang Meng left, Zhang Hao advised: "Our Dalang has his own opinions and seems amiable, but his own affairs are never vague... What can we parents do? As long as he does not harm, does not become a villain, and does not be idle, then support him."

Ma suddenly squatted on the ground, pressed his face on his arms and started crying.

"Who am I doing? Isn't it just for Dalang to live a good life? But look at his appearance, do you think I'm unreasonable or what?"

After Zhang Hao persuaded him for a while, the couple then checked the house and went out to do things.

"Hao Zhang, is your Dalang still studying?"

A neighbor was squatting down to eat breakfast, holding a huge bowl, and asked.

Before Zhang Hao could speak, Ma said in his voice: "Dalang's knowledge is very good, and everyone in the school praises him!"

The neighbor thought about it, "Da Lang is seventeen? He is still studying at the age of seventeen..."

Ma's heart aches and he stubbornly said, "My family is happy!"

I am happy to have money!

How?

The neighbor smiled, shook his head, and went in with a bowl.

Neighbors in an alley came out one after another.

"Your Dalang is so hard to do, but you don't understand. You should have come out to do things two years ago, hey!"

"Ma, you can talk to your son, don't let your child decide by himself."

Ma's face was not good-looking. Later, he arrived at the employer's house and smiled and said kind words to the housekeeper. He smiled humbly when he saw the servants.

When he arrived outside the owner's child's room, a maid came out with a basin of water and glanced at Ma, "When has it been here?"

This is the maid on the night. Ma Shi was not late, but she dared not refute her scolding. She quickly took the basin and said with a smile: "Jiaohua just rest, I'll do it."

The owner of this family was named Cheng Yu, and his ancestors made some contributions, so after the founding of the Tang Dynasty, he was named a marquis. By this generation, Cheng Yu had already left the mainstream officialdom and became a small official. But his grandfather was very good at managing the business, so he had a rich family background and lived a good life.

Qiaoyun and others are family slaves, while Ma is a foreign hire who is good at raising children. Qiaoyun and others feel that Ma's performance has caused him to lose points and he will inevitably be extorted.

Zhang Hao didn't have so many worries. The shopkeeper of Huangshi Restaurant didn't have him at all, and those guys didn't have him...

The lowest level in the restaurant is washing dishes, and even those who clean up the water can get oil and water, which is better than him.

Huangshi Restaurant, you will know the origin at the first glance... It is rumored that Zhang Liang of the former Han Dynasty met Huangshi Gong and then learned the art of war. Using Huangshi as the name of the restaurant here is also considered elegant.

Most people eat breakfast at home, and only those idle people come to the restaurant to have their meals.

I get up in the morning, wash slowly, go out slowly, and go to Pingkangfang to find food. Moreover, these idle people are usually boring, so they will gather together to keep warm and look for "like-minded" people in the restaurant. Everyone is fine. If you treat you today, I treat you tomorrow. This is a typical friend of wine and meat, but you can't resist it and relieve loneliness!

Not long after Zhang Hao arrived, the bowls and chopsticks were delivered.

The two large wooden basins were covered with water. He sat there, leaned down and began to clean the dishes. The first cleaning method here, then took the second large wooden basin to thoroughly wash it.

After a while, after washing the dishes, Zhang Hao slowly straightened his waist and heard a crackling sound from his waist, which was unbearable soreness.

He pressed the soreness with his backhand, frowned and raised his head, but his neck was so sore that it was unbearable.

"hiss……"

He slowly moved his waist and neck. Just as he was about to get up and turn around, the two guys came with a basket of bowls and chopsticks. With a loud bang, the basket was on the ground. The two turned around and left, without seeing Zhang Hao in the whole process.

Zhang Hao dragged the basket over and then leaned over and bowed his head...

The splashes of water, oil stains and leftovers kept floating in the big wooden basin, just like his life.

...

As soon as Zhang Meng arrived at the school, he rushed to the cafeteria.

"What to eat today?" he asked panting.

A group of students who could eat their parents' eyes shining, "It's a big steak of pork, tsk! The big steak is full of meat and oil cakes, but I don't like vegetables."

Zhang Meng frowned, "Mr. I said that you must not ignore vegetables. If people do not eat vegetables, their bodies will suffer from various disadvantages."

After queuing up, Zhang Meng found a seat and sat down. Seeing that the food was a rare vegetable in this season, he couldn't help but secretly praised Jia Ping'an's good intentions.

The big rice noodles are fragrant, and one bite of meat comes with a bite of pork, and another bite of oily oil cake. I feel that even my soul has been sublimated.

After dinner, I burped and rushed into class.

"Quick, I'm going to be late."

A group of students ran very fast, leaving behind the explanation of not exercising vigorously just after dinner.

Zhang Meng felt that the food in his throat was about to rush out, so he rushed into the classroom and quickly found a seat to sit down... Mr. Yang, the assistant teacher, had already arrived.

The assistants in mathematics are all gentlemen, but students call them the surname, such as Mr. Yang... The name Mr. Mr. Wang, who does not take the surname, belongs to Jia Ping'an.

Class will begin immediately.

A quarter of an hour later, several people came outside, led by Han Wei, and he went to the classroom to greet him.

Mr. Han is so respectful, who is coming?

The students were looking forward to it, and when they saw Jia Ping'an walking in with a smile, they couldn't help but cheer.

"Sir! Sir!"

Jia Ping'an pressed his hands down, but the cheers became louder. When the other classes heard the cheers, they immediately started to clamor.

"Sir, teach!"

"Sir, teach!"

Jia Ping'an's classes are the most popular among students. Whether it is the world or the study of things, he can always speak very interestingly.

Jia Ping'an is covered in black...

He nodded slightly and an official came in outside.

Huang Wan's eyes turned and he stared at Zhang Meng.

Jia Ping'an smiled and said, "Since new learning and math, gentlemen have worked hard to educate people, students have studied hard, and some have been chosen by the Ministry of Revenue..."

His eyes were calm, "At the beginning, many people said that students who were new students could not find a way out, but the result was that they slapped them. Even though many students were shaken and went to the Imperial College for the first time, I never doubted the future of the new students."

"First!"

He stretched out his index finger, "Your Majesty ordered the Ministry of Revenue to allocate money and food to calculate the school, and then expand the school building and recruit more gentlemen. What did you think of when you think of... That's right, then the calculation will expand, and more students will... "

The students couldn't help but cheer.

"Is this your Majesty's order?"

"Your Majesty is concerned about mathematics, we have finally made a comeback."

The classroom was too noisy, and Han Wei wanted to scold him, and Jia Ping'an shook his head.

Young people should be willing to be young. It is good to study hard all day long, but such a life will leave shortcomings.

After the voice became weaker, Jia Ping'an said, "The second thing is, Zhang Meng gets up."

The joy on Zhang Meng's face froze, she slowly stood up, and looked at Jia Ping'an with some anxiety.

Jia Ping'an walked down to look at him, "I heard that Zhang Meng was arrogant in the mathematics school. The Ministry of Revenue chose him, but he refused to go, saying that his knowledge was not enough and he wanted to further his studies... Do you know how I thought at that time?"

He looked at the students, "My life is limited, but knowledge is limited, and you follow it with limitlessness. You are afraid of yourself. People's lives are short, but you can't stop exploring the understanding of this world. I am very happy that there are students who are so eager to learn. So today, Mr. Huang asked me to come forward... I came."

What's this?

Everyone thought it was strange, but they felt that it was a good thing.

Mr. Zhang Meng had never praised the student like this... Zhang Meng was a little nervous, "Mr., I...I..."
To be continued...