There is a shadow, so much so that when I hear someone borrowing a book, I feel pain in my face.

"Wind and Rain Record." Zhao Yun said hurriedly.

Afraid that the junior official might get it wrong, he didn't forget to write it down.

On this day, children came to the private school one after another.

However, most of them have their heads lowered.

In terms of state of mind, they should be similar to Zhao Yun.

A private school that doesn’t require any money is just free prostitution, isn’t it?

The old scholar smiled gently and was happy to teach the children as long as they wanted to learn.

evening,

Private school accepts classes.

Zhao Yun and Wang Xiaoguan ran out of the private school together.

Ye Banxian also followed behind, not daring to get too close.

When he saw the Wang family's mansion, he found a place to hide.

It's not that he's afraid of Wang's wife, but he's afraid of Wang's wife's rhubarb.

"Master, can you really ask for rain?" Zhao Yun asked curiously.

"Maybe." Ye Banxian replied vaguely.

Asking for rain is a technical job, and he has never tried it.

First of all, this is quite energy-consuming.

Secondly, if you change the weather rashly, you may lose your life.

Of course, there is a third reason: he is not good at studying.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, ghosts will cause trouble.

He didn't know if he could ask for it, but he had to try.

"Master! You have to protect your disciples." The half-immortal muttered, thinking to himself, that when he got home, he would burn incense for the old master. He has been having bad luck in recent years. Apart from having a good disciple, he couldn't find any.

A good and comfortable thing.

At the back door of Wang's house, a petty official had sneaked out.

There was something in his arms, but it wasn't a book.

"I've searched all over, but I can't find the wind and rain record you mentioned."

Wang Xiaoguan was panting and spoke seriously.

"Didn't you ask your father?" Ye Banxian rushed out.

"My dad is traveling far away."

"this......."

"I'll ask again when he comes back."

The official said, taking out something from his arms.

It was a few white flour steamed buns, all still steaming hot.

Afraid that Zhao Yun wouldn't want it, he turned around and ran away.

"This kid can handle it." Ye Banxian'er said earnestly.

"Thank you." Zhao Yun was very grateful, and his heart surged with warmth.

"Stop looking and come back later."

"Master, I'll give you two steamed buns."

"Are you kidding me? Teachers eat big fish and meat."

Ye Banxian flicked his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and strode away.

It's his belly that's not doing its job right now, it's gurgling.

In the past, there was no need to divide it, he just took it himself, and everyone was taken away.
Chapter completed!