The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

Quietly, the gentleman of Shihui hall put the bench at the gate and began to prepare for the students to go through the admission formalities.

Early in the morning, the gate of the wisdom hall was opened, and there was a lot of noise outside. Leng made the quiet place in the suburbs lively.

The people crowded outside are divided into three distinct waves. A wave of Confucian clothes and ribbons are floating, and each person has a folding fan, or depicts the inner picture of mountains and rivers, or interspersed with flowers, birds, fish and insects. It is a little coquettish. The fan is vivid and painted with a picture of ladies, which is eye-catching.

Every high spirited childe is accompanied by three or five young boys, and even maidservants who are beautiful and gentle. The childe who is guarded by Gong looks forward to the door and doesn't care about the teachings and instructions of his parents.

The biggest wave in the middle, each strong and strong.

They deliberately wear short fighting clothes when practicing martial arts. Some fight "drink ha ha" in the open space with bare hands. Some fight fiercely. Some are playing some difficult moves. They can do it easily. The woods on both sides are almost full of people.

It's a weapon that you dare not take. Boss Guli told you. Who dares to fight with weapons in the Shihui hall and drag it directly to the northernmost son to garrison the border for two years.

It's OK to garrison the border. They are all the children of generals. They go to the border for military merit. It's true. But if you annoy boss Guli, you will be cleaned up miserably. If you don't say that you have to be beaten by your own Laozi when you go home, you will lose a lot.

In the last wave, he cowered and squeezed on the corner. His body was ragged and gave off a strange smell. He could choke his nose three feet away.

If it hadn't been for one ghost and two ghosts to stand in front, they would have had the courage to let the domestic servants drive people away.

A group of people waited outside for less than half an hour. They were busy inside for a long time before counting out a pile of gentlemen in the dormitory. They wiped their sweat and reported to Jiang qianxia, who was taking a nap to make up for his sleep. They can open the door.

With a big yawn, Jiang qianxia got up lazily, and someone immediately opened the closed iron door slowly.

Wenwu childe, who had been waiting outside for a long time, saw that he wanted to rush in. She raised her eyes faintly and suddenly stopped. Her shoes rubbed two marks on the ground. She was stunned and forced to stop in front of the gate.

The students who came out of the slum stared. Although they had a bad reputation, they finally had a real sense of awe at the thin and small female gentleman.

"Gee, look what you look like now! At least people who have read books don't have brains and won't see what others do?"

The impatient Jiao shouted. Jiang qianxia's Willow eyebrows stood upright, pointed to the students in the slum and waved his hands at the two waves of silly eyes.

"It's numb. Line up the team for me first. It's really not embarrassing enough."

After that, no matter how the two waves of Childe brothers tangled with the problem of who was in front of whom, they looked at some flattered slum students, gently smiled and waved to them to register first.

The ghost one and the ghost two gave way to both sides. Qi nuoxian stood at the front of the queue. Under the gentle gaze of Jiang qianxia, Qiang Zi clenched his trembling hand, took a deep breath, hardened his head, and took the lead in entering the Wisdom Collection Hall step by step in two waves of childe's unhappy stares.

At the moment of crossing the gate, Qi nuoxian's knees softened and almost knelt on the ground, but the next moment, he stood straight, his pupils couldn't stop shaking, glanced around, and strode to the long registration table, like a young bird that had just learned to take off.

"Hehe, don't be nervous. Come on, tell me your name."

Mr. Qi nuoxian relaxed a little with his gentle tone and eyes without any dislike. His voice trembled. He saw that Mr. Qi looked in the list, pointed to the blank behind his name and said, "can you write? If you can, you can drop your name. It won't hurt. Just press your fingerprint."

"Yes."

He picked up the brush in a strange posture. The discerning man knew that he rarely wrote. The military general was better, and the civil servant was arrogant and directly laughed with ridicule.

Qi nuoxian, who was ready to write, turned red and trembled unsteadily. The ink dripped on the paper. He was so frightened that he quickly rubbed it with his hand. Although he didn't wipe it off, he also filled his hand with ink and left a conspicuous ink spot on the paper.

Coax laughter more prosperous, Jiang qianxia looked at Qi nuoxian's figure expressionless, without stopping or encouraging.

The fast flowing blood bumped into his ears, and his brain roared, "buzzing", which made Qi nuoxian almost forget where he was.

Panicked and dazed, she turned to see Jiang qianxia. She looked at him indifferently with her hands and shot away his fear like a sharp arrow.

The shaking pupils were stable again, and his face was still flushed, but his hands were stable.

He lowered his head and wrote down his name one stroke at a time. His strokes were childish, just like children who had just learned words, but they were very neat.

"Anyone who is weird will get out of here. He has no stomach at all. He has read into the dog's stomach!"

Seeing that he had finished writing, Jiang qianxia relaxed his look and turned his face to scold those CHILDES who were still making a fool of themselves.

The literati were shameless and were ridiculed by Jiang qianxia. They didn't wait for these childe brothers to bounce back. Adults slapped them directly.

The scene was quiet again. Without boos, Qi nuoxian took the lead and followed the slum students behind. Although they were stumbling, they finally got on the right track. They muttered on the names in the newspapers one by one. The literate signed their names, and the illiterate pressed their fingerprints seriously.

Speed up, and soon the 160 people who came were all registered.

Yes, of the 279 people selected, only 160 came last.

"Let's go to the dormitory with the gentleman who manages the dormitory by turns. There are six people in each dormitory, two literati and two martial arts, plus two civilians. In the future, you will have to eat and live with your classmates for at least three years. Although you are randomly assigned roommates, I hope you can get along well in the future."

In a word, everyone was dizzy. The most angry son of the door directly slapped the car frame nearby, pointed to the civil servant childe who had not shaken his head, and shouted, "his uncle's! Sister-in-law, do we really want to live in a room with these soft footed shrimps like women?!"

"It's like we want to live with you rude Wufu. It's insulting!"

Before the slum students were nervous, the two groups of Childe brothers pinched themselves. On the contrary, no one despised their low status.

The two waves of people are quarreling with each other. Jiang qianxia turns a blind eye to them and asks the stupid poor students to quickly choose their favorite bed.

One hundred and sixty people, step by step and three times back, walked nervously, and Jiang qianxia remembered to rectify the scene.

Roared two voices, but was overwhelmed by the quarrel. His temper came up. He asked limitless to find a brass gong. "Qiang Qiang Qiang" knocked several times. The harsh voice shocked people's teeth. They were busy covering their ears, and finally calmed down.

Proud of his eyebrows, Jiang qianxia threw the Gong casually, crossed his waist, stepped on the feet of embroidered shoes and lit the ground like a bandit.

"Can't stand it? Just right. Those who can't stand it can go back. I didn't ask you to come to the wisdom collection hall?"

In a word, he ran people into the crack of the wall first, and Jiang qianxia pulled out a smile: "I tell you, the six people are just the beginning. Now you still have a strong resistance. When you enter the college, you will always ask for your roommate."

"Come in when you think about it. It's ready for dinner."

Eat, eat again.

The children of Jiangmen are still angry. Looking at the happy clapping hands, they are elated to tell them what delicious sister-in-law is at lunch today. They can only collapse their shoulders in frustration, squeeze the civilian children aside and sign in obediently.

The civil servants who were paranoid by the abnormal behavior of their children did not dare to make any more moves out of the cabinet. They looked at each other and recognized the planting last.

Looking at the elegant and atmospheric gate of Shihui hall, civil servants felt that they had no bottom at all for the first time