Pang Xuelin was a little calm, and he smiled and said, "This is not too much. If we want to save enough 10,000 yuan, we have to wait at least half a year."

Shuiwa was slightly stunned. Ten thousand yuan was already an astronomical figure in his eyes.

Shuiwa said curiously: "Lin Wazi, you saved 10,000 yuan, what are you going to do?"

Pang Xuelin smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you before? We want to go to the south to make a lot of money. The 1,200 yuan we have on hand alone is not enough, so I have to accumulate funds by setting up a stall at the gate of Lancheng University."

Shui Wa nodded as if she understood, laughed, and said, "Lin Wazi, I don't understand what the original funds you mentioned. Anyway, I will do whatever you say."

Pang Xuelin looked at Shuiwa, suddenly moved his heart and asked, "Brother Shuiwa, do you miss school?"

Shuiwa was stunned, with a hint of longing on her face.

These days, led by Pang Xuelin, wandering around inside Lancheng University. Looking at the energetic college students, it is impossible to say that they don’t envy them.

But then, Shuiwa lowered her head and said, "Lin Wazi, I... I only went to the third grade of elementary school, but I still couldn't recognize it. How could I still study?"

Pang Xuelin smiled and said, "I will teach you."

"Tell me?"

Shuiwa looked up at Pang Xuelin in surprise, as if she had known this little cousin who had grown up with her for the first time.

Pang Xuelin smiled and said, "Why, don't you believe it?"

Shuiwa quickly shook her head and said, "No, I...I believe it! But don't we still set up a stall?"

Pang Xuelin laughed and said, "We set up the stalls from five to ten o'clock every afternoon. Including the time we set up the road, from four to half past ten o'clock. From now on, we go to bed after we come back every day, get up at six o'clock in the morning, go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables first, and then in the morning we cook soup and I teach you to study. In the afternoon, we can knead dough, wash vegetables, cut vegetables, and prepare for the stall."

Shuiwa pondered for a moment, raised her head and said, "Okay, Lin Wazi, I'll learn."

Pang Xuelin laughed and said, "Okay, Lin Wazi, then the first thing is, starting today, you should learn Mandarin from me first. When you speak, you can't talk about me anymore, you should talk about me..."

"Okay, I've written it down... Oh no, I've written it down."

Pang Xuelin then nodded with a smile.

Then, the two of them cleaned their pots and pans in all aspects before going to bed.

The next morning, Pang Xuelin and Shuiwa got up and went out to buy various ingredients together.

After buying the ingredients, Pang Xuelin did not start teaching Shuiwa directly, but took him to Lancheng University to attend classes.

This kind of open and upright behavior of teaching is beautifully known as knowledge sharing.

Of course, it is basically a luxury to let Shuiwa fully understand what is being said in class.

The reason why Pang Xuelin brought Shuiwa over was to let him experience the real university classroom life.

On the other hand, in college classes, although there are many knowledge points that Shuiwo cannot understand, the teacher will not only talk about those knowledge points when giving lectures, but also interspersed with many interesting strange stories and life philosophy, which can greatly broaden Shuiwo's horizons.

At noon, Pang Xuelin and Shuiwa took classes in the canteen of Lancheng University.

Although the meal ticket cannot be bought without a student ID, when Pang Xuelin purchased the meal ticket at a price of 20% higher than the face value, some students were willing to sell their meal tickets to Pang Xuelin.

In the afternoon, the two returned to the rental house and became busy.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Pang Xuelin and Shuiwa appeared again at the entrance of Lancheng University.

Out of Pang Xuelin's expectations, this afternoon, the old man I saw yesterday appeared in front of Pang Xuelin's stall again.

"Young man, just like yesterday, is still a bowl of egg noodles."

The old man was obviously very interested in Pang Xuelin. He was talking to Pang Xuelin while eating noodles.

"Lin Wazi, did you go to class with your brother again in the morning?"

Yesterday, he heard Shuiwa calling Pang Xuelin like this, and he also shouted along.

Pang Xuelin was slightly stunned and said in surprise: "Old man, did you see us at school today?"

The old man laughed and said, "I don't think you can go to the class secretly like this. Do you want me to help you get two auditors? It's just that you can really understand what the teacher said in class, or just be curious and followed him to the class?"

At this time, Shuiwa shook her head and said, "I...I don't understand."

The old man turned his gaze to Pang Xuelin and said, "Where are you?"

Pang Xuelin laughed and said, "Old man, I like to tell the truth, I really understand."

"go!"

The old man obviously regarded Pang Xuelin's words as a joke and said, "You kid, ghost elves, ghost elves, but you are not as down-to-earth as your elder brother. If you two really have the idea of ​​studying, I can help you go back to school."

Pang Xuelin smiled and shook his head, saying, "Old man, thank you, I don't need to go to school. It's too wasteful of time. Why don't you get us two auditors?"

Before, Pang Xuelin and Shuiwa only dared to take those big classes. After all, there were many students, so the teacher could not recognize everyone's name.

But if there is an auditor, almost all the classes Pang Xuelin and Shuiwa can go to listen. Except for not being able to take the exam, it is almost no different from ordinary students.

The old man hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's do this, I'll get you a paper tomorrow. If you can answer the above questions, I'll help you get the audit."

Pang Xuelin smiled and said, "Mr., you don't trust us."

The old man glared at Pang Xuelin and said, "I don't trust you!"

Pang Xuelin could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

Then, he said curiously again: "Old man, why don't you go home for dinner at night? You go to us to eat ramen every day?"

The old man said, "My daughter-in-law gave birth to a grandson. My wife went to the capital to take care of her. I ate alone, and the whole family was not hungry and I was too lazy to cook. It just so happened that the noodles here tasted good, so I ate them here."

After the old man finished eating noodles, he sat for a while as usual. After waiting for more people to eat noodles, he said goodbye and left.

Pang Xuelin looked at the old man's back as he rode his bicycle away and murmured to himself: "This old man Chen is a bit interesting."

Shuiwa beside him said curiously: "Lin Wazi, how do you know that the old man's surname is Chen?"

Pang Xuelin laughed and said, "I calculated it."

"Think...it's done?"

Shuiwa was stunned.

In fact, Pang Xuelin had already recognized this old man, who should be Chen Wenyuan, the famous director of the mathematics department of Lancheng University.

Mr. Chen Wenyuan is one of the founders of the mathematics discipline of Lancheng University. Since 1954, he has been working at Lancheng University and has devoted all his efforts to the construction and development of the mathematics discipline of Lancheng University.

He is also one of the pioneers in the direction of nonlinear functional analysis in China, and some of his research results are of great reputation even internationally.

This big guy lived in the real world until he was 86 years old and died in 2017.

Pang Xuelin didn't expect that he would meet this boss so soon when setting up a stall at the gate of Lancheng University.

However, this is a good thing for Pang Xuelin. If it can be recognized by Chen Wenyuan, then Pang Xuelin will save a lot of effort in academic development in the future.

As for Shui Wa, he didn't understand some of the information about Chen Wenyuan that Pang Xuelin said.

Although he thought the old man was a powerful figure, for some reason, he felt in his heart that his younger brother seemed to be even more powerful, as if everything was under his calculations.

The next day, as soon as Pang Xuelin and Shuiwa set up the stall, Mr. Chen Wenyuan arrived as scheduled.

"Come on, Lin Wazi, you have done this paper. If you can do it right, I will get you a hearing."

Pang Xuelin took the paper from the old man, and all the questions on the paper were written in a fountain pen, which was obviously written by the old man himself.

Most of the above are mainly based on middle school mathematics, natural science, history, geography and other questions. There are a total of ten major questions, which are not very difficult.

Pang Xuelin glanced at him from beginning to end and smiled, "Old man, you look down on others too much, aren't you?"

"What? Can't do it?"

Pang Xuelin rolled his eyes and reached out and said, "Give me the pen."

Chen Wenyuan was slightly stunned, smiled and took out the pen from his shirt pocket and handed it to Pang Xuelin.

Pang Xuelin sat at the folding table and started writing on the paper.

Chen Wenyuan walked forward and didn't care much at first, but after taking a look, he hurried behind Pang Xuelin, his eyes widening wider and wider.

Although Pang Xuelin said before that he had fully understood what the teacher said in college class and Chen Wenyuan didn't believe it very much, he was very interested in Pang Xuelin.

After all, this young man is very interesting in his conversation or style, and he is full of aura.

It would be a pity if he just lets him hide the pearls in society like this.

He originally thought that today he would give a paper that almost meets the college entrance examination standards, so that the boy could calm down, and then he was trying to find a way to put him and Shuiwa in a serious school.

But he never expected that Pang Xuelin not only began to answer questions, but also the entire answering process was like flowing, with almost no pauses.

What surprised Chen Wenyuan even more was that how could Pang Xuelin's good handwriting be written by a student who graduated from the third grade of elementary school be able to write? It was a level that only children from a scholarly family who received strict elite education since childhood have achieved.

It took less than ten minutes before Pang Xuelin finished answering all Chen Wenyuan's test papers, handed them to Chen Wenyuan with a smile and said, "Old man, help me see how it is."

Chen Wenyuan finished the paper, finished reading it from beginning to end, then turned his eyes to Shuiwa and said in shock: "Your brother really only went to the third grade of elementary school?"

Shuiwa scratched her head honestly and said, "Old sir, I...my brother has only been studying for three years, but he has always liked reading. When he was at home, he always went to Teacher Guo's house in our village to find books."

Pang Xuelin smiled slightly, what Shuiwa said was the real thing.

This is also the reason why he is willing to show Chen Wenyuan that he has the knowledge reserve level of a prospective college student.

Chen Wenyuan pondered for a moment, put the paper away, and said seriously: "You are waiting for my news tomorrow."

As he said that, he rode his bicycle, didn't even eat noodles, and left.
To be continued...