Chapter 81

Daxi Town, academy.

"I don't see that you have a lot of research on the general trend of the world, and I still think you only know how to eat." Zhao Mianguang spread a stack of paper in front of him, which was covered with dense black characters. Orderly, crooked and twisted, flying everywhere.

It is the Four Kingdoms Theory written by Lin Tai.

"I'm going to be an official in the future. I don't know how to be an official. Brother Mianguang, why do you underestimate me so much?" Lin Tai sat cross-legged on the bed, and spread a few pieces of paper on his knees, which was written by Ji Baoshan . He watched it with gusto, pointed out the loopholes from time to time, and said to Ji Baoshan, "I can't take care of the internal and external troubles in the west, how can I have the time to interfere with the world situation? Of course, it is necessary to join forces with us to be able to resist the Manchu kingdom in the north. If, as you said, it is only seen that it is located in a corner and has a lot of products, it is easy to misjudge the country's strength in the west."

Ji Baoshan nodded again and again and said with admiration, "Although Chen Peizhi is pleased with Mr. Huang, in my opinion, Lin Tai, you will never lose to him!"

Lin Tai glanced at him disdainfully, "Who is patient to argue with him about this? When you see the real chapter in the exam room."

A few days ago, Mr. Huang took away the Four Kingdoms Theory written by everyone, and after annotating it, he issued it today, and asked the students to pass it on to each other and study it. Among the students who are good friends gather together to discuss, such as Zhao Mianguang, Lin Tai and Ji Baoshan.

Liu Yimian often went in and out with the three of them, and let them explain his doubts.

Although he can't write this political comment, but listening to them by his side has also gained a lot.

"Brother Liu!" Lin Tai narrowed his eyes and looked at Liu Yimian, "Can you understand the situation in this world?"

Liu Yimian paused and shook her head slowly, feeling a little inferior in her heart, and she was too afraid to raise her head.

"Mo Fang, I have a map of the Four Kingdoms, which I can borrow for you to read. Just return it to me after reading it. Then you will know what the world is like." Lin Tai jumped out of bed and took out a copy from the cabinet. The booklet was thrown to Liu Yimian.

Liu Yimian got up to pick it up, held it in her arms, and read it with love. There are many sketches in it, which outline the customs and customs, and are accompanied by words, which are very vivid.

"Thank you, Lin Tai."

"Thank you, come and come, come and try our new brown sugar and jujube mud cake!" Lin Tai proudly opened the package he just brought from home, revealing that it was full of cakes of various colors, and the sweet smell lingered. , "This brown sugar jujube mud cake is sold very well, and my father only asked me to bring five pieces."

"Zhao Mianguang, why are you sitting there stupidly? Come here soon!" Lin Tai shoved pieces into Ji Baoshan's and Liu Yimian's hands respectively, staring at Zhao Mianguang and urging him.

Zhao Mianguang said thank you first, stood up from the stool, reached out and leaned over to reach for the brown sugar jujube mud cake in Lin Tai's hand, unaware that the clothes were hooked on the sharp corner of the table.

When he leaned over and pulled, he ripped and ripped a big hole, and he could see the snow-white underwear inside.

Zhao Mianguang's expression was different, how could he care about eating jujube mud cake, he covered the crack with his hand in embarrassment, a little helpless and a little annoyed: "It's all my fault, my mother just asked me to sew this dress half a month ago. I wore it well, and when I went back, I broke a big hole, and I don't know how to explain it."

"Oh, what's so annoying, what should I say?"

"It's just that on the way back, I'm afraid others will have to look at it..." The scholar is very fond of his face. As long as Zhao Mianguang thinks about the way back, he will be laughed at by other students, and he is very annoyed for his carelessness.

When the four of them were together, Liu Yimian was always quiet and silent, rarely speaking.

He looked at Zhao Mianguang a little embarrassedly, and said softly: "I'm only rough at sewing. If... Mianguang doesn't dislike it, I can help you make up for it."

Liu Yimian shouted with difficulty.

But they all forced him to do so, and if he did not do so, he would not be allowed to follow.

Liu Yimian couldn't, so he had to follow their wishes.

"Oh? You can sew?"

Zhao Mianguang slapped his head and said happily: "Look at my memory, you are a brother, and you will definitely be able to do needlework. It's not too good, just make up for it, so as not to reveal the bottom, it is really detrimental to gentleness."

"There's no needle and thread. I'm so big, I haven't even touched it!" Lin Tai shook his head like a rattle.

"I'll go back to the house to get it, Mianguang wait a moment." Liu Yimian stuffed the remaining jujube paste into his mouth, went back to the house to get the sewing kit, and walked to Zhao Mianguang to stand.

"I'm standing?" Zhao Mianguang got up.

He was half a head taller than Liu Yimian, and his figure covered his head.

Liu Yimian held her breath and was a little nervous.

He was rarely close to strangers, and when he was still at Liu's house, he usually went to the street to buy vegetables as far away as possible. When he arrived at Ji's house, he only interacted with Ji's only man. Like this, standing so close to others, and even sewing clothes for him, is something that has never happened before.

It took more than twice as long as usual to pass the thread through the eye of the needle. Liu Yimian shook her hands slightly and sewed up the palm-length gap in Zhao Mianguang's waist.

It was a simple thing, but he was restless, it was time-consuming and laborious, and several times the needle was in the wrong place.

Liu Yimian took a deep breath, and a figure gradually appeared in her mind.

The familiar voice and smile took over his mind, making Liu Yimian calm down quickly enough.

If it was Brother Ji, he would definitely not be stumped by this little thing.

It's just sewing a dress, no big deal!

Liu Yimian meditated silently in her heart, and the movements of her hands suddenly quickened. It didn't take much effort to sew the crack. Except for the restlessness at the beginning, which caused the needle to start a little crooked, then the needle was fine and the finish was beautiful.

"Okay." Liu Yimian lowered her head and bit off the cotton thread, turned her face to Zhao Mianguang and said.

He sewed so much that he didn't know that Zhao Mianguang had been watching him for a long time.

From Zhao Mianguang's point of view, you can see Liu Yimian's black and soft hair, her round and delicate auricles, and her long eyelashes as thick as butterfly wings, trembling gently with her movements, as if she is about to flutter her wings.