The Age of Awakening: From the Young Runtu

Chapter 12
the next day.

Woke up early in the morning.

After drinking a bowl of porridge, the porridge is relatively cheap, only two renminbi.

"Guest officer, we still have good tea here. Would you like to have a cup? It will undoubtedly be a great enjoyment to drink a cup of fragrant and good tea in the morning."

The child is still working hard to recommend it.

"Okay, then give me a drink."

The Zhejiang region is very suitable for growing tea, and there are many famous teas.

Soon, Xiao Er Duan came over with a cup of boiling hot tea.

Looking at the tea leaves floating on it is very pleasing to the eye.

Runtu didn't know much about tea, but he still felt refreshed when he smelled the tea.

This is a cup of pearl tea, which can be regarded as a fine tea.

It was just such a cup, a handful of tea leaves, and I even charged myself five cents.

Runtu asked curiously, "Xiao Er, how much does it cost for a catty of tea leaves?"

"A tael of silver."

Hearing this, Runtu instantly regained his spirits.

It's quite expensive.

Wouldn't it be more expensive if it was a better variety?

He thought that if he planted some tea in his space, the price would be lower than the market price, and he would not worry about not having any buyers.

Tea is also a hard currency, and many people need it.

From the high-ranking officials to the poor and the poor, everyone likes to drink tea, but the varieties they drink are different.

"Guest officer, what do you think of this tea?"

"Very good, the brewed tea is translucent and clear, with a lingering aroma, and the aftertaste is endless between the lips and teeth after a sip."

"That's natural. Pearl tea is one of our specialty teas. The climate here is humid and the soil is rich in nutrients. It is naturally excellent for planting tea trees. The appearance is good, and the distribution of tea leaves and the size of the leaves are very uniform."

After eating, Runtu was ready to go to school.

It's only around seven o'clock in the morning, and there's still an hour left, so there's no rush.

It's just that timing is a bit troublesome.

I thought it would be nice to have a pocket watch.

Otherwise, you can only watch the sky, watch the sun rise and set, and rely on your own experience, the time gap will not be too big.

When we arrived at the school, almost half of the people had come, but Brother Xun hadn't come yet.

Runtu took out the book and continued to review it.

I have recited all the content of yesterday, and now I will deepen my impression.

The teacher needs to check that he is only on the second day of class, so there can be no mistakes.

He looked at Mr.'s pointer and was a little scared.

The thugs are very distressed.

He experienced it in his previous life.

Pain that touches the soul.

Now that I am alive again, and there is still a cheat, I don't want to have the experience of being beaten again.

After a while, Mr. came over.

It's almost time for class.

But Brother Xun hadn't come over at this time.

Runtu was a little anxious, and now it is popular to respect teachers.If you are late, or absent from class, the impact is still quite big, and you will have to be whipped by the teacher, and you will be whipped again by your family after you go home.

There were only a few students in total, and Mr. Jingwu saw an empty table at a glance.

He knew that was Brother Xun's seat.

Asked: "Brother Xun came today? Did you go to the toilet?"

In his impression, none of his students dared to be late and absent from class.

As for Brother Xun, he is a bit more playful, maybe he can really do it, and he is still a little angry when he thinks about it.

Mr. Jingwu: "Runtu, you and Brother Xun are friends, do you know where he went?"

Runtu stood up, shook his head and replied, "Sir, I don't know."

After waiting for about 5 minutes, the teacher has not officially started class.

I was very angry.

After waiting for a while, the formal class began, and I calmed down.

After about ten minutes, Brother Xun returned to the school, looking panting and running.

The husband looked at Brother Xun very angrily. In his opinion, Brother Xun is a very smart person, but he just doesn't care much about his studies.As a teacher, what I hope most is that my students can become talents, and I want to change the fate of the students through my own efforts.Seeing that he dared to be late, isn't he about to give up his future and walk into the abyss step by step?Seeing that the students did not learn to give up on themselves, the teacher himself felt that he had a great responsibility, and was angry with himself for not being able to teach every student well.

Mr. Jingwu took out the ruler.

He rarely uses this thing.

Even when the students are sometimes not doing well in their studies, he rarely uses it, and even if he uses it, it is just a symbolic slap, but this late incident is a bit bad.

"Brother Xun, your house is only more than 100 steps away from Sanwei Bookstore, yet you are still late, hold out your hand."

Brother Xun stretched out his white and tender palm very cooperatively.

Runtu looked at his hands, and then at his own, and he could immediately see the difference between the young master in the city and the countryman. There were still some yellow and firm calluses on his palms.

The gentleman showed no pity, and as soon as he stepped down the ruler, a clear and clear voice came out immediately.

Let all the students feel a little scared.

Runtu's heart skipped a beat, how painful this must be.In Runtu's heart, the power of this ruler touches the soul, and he is afraid to look at it.

Okay, just hit it a bit.

But just this one hit made Brother Xun's palms burn.

It looked a little red.

It is estimated that even an adult would not want to endure this all of a sudden.

Mr.: "Continue to class. You should have prepared everything you were required to recite yesterday. Brother Xun, you recite it first."

He wanted to test Brother Xun's homework first, but he was late today, and if he couldn't recite it, he had to give him another ruler.

Fortunately, Brother Xun's recitation was not very smooth, but he finally recited everything without mistakes.

There are more than 100 words, just a few sentences, and it is quite simple to recite them all.

Only then did the husband feel a little better, "Next, Runtu."

Runtu stood up. He had been preparing for a long time yesterday, so he recited it very smoothly.

There were only nine students in the private school, and soon every student was checked by the teacher.

There is only one who is not good at reciting.

Today's gentleman is on the verge of anger.

At other times, you may not be punished if you don't recite it, but not today.

He directly took the ruler and pointed at the student who didn't recite it.

It's just that the strength of the strike is much lighter.

It still feels more painful, which is incomparable to Brother Xun's.

About half an hour into the class, the teacher left.

Let the students practice calligraphy by themselves, and he will check it later.

Runtu prepared everything for the brush.

He knew all the traditional characters, but felt that it would be very troublesome for him to write.

The same is true for writing brushes. Although later generations have used them, they are not often used. Once the habit of hard pens is used all year round, it will be very troublesome to correct it.

(End of this chapter)