If we say that the morning sun is like sweet rice wine, fresh and elegant; the noon sun is like refreshing spirits, spicy and sultry; then the afternoon sun is like mellow old wine, with a soft taste and profound artistic conception.
Of course, this is the rhetoric of the literary youth.
To put it bluntly, the morning sun is very bright, but not that hot; the noon sun is dazzling, burning and painful on the human body; the afternoon sun, after a day of fermentation, has turned the earth into a steamer, even if the sun's
The power is slowly fading away, but the ubiquitous sultry feeling still makes people breathless.
Especially by the lake.
The hot air is wrapped with water vapor, and it piles up heavily, like a fluffy cotton ball firmly covering the top of the head, or like a pot that has just been boiled, and the steam is rising.
The wizards who were working hard to check the lawn by the lake were like the dumplings and prawns in the steamer, which were roasted until they were oily and red.
Zheng Qing gasped, straightened his back, and rubbed his sore back.
Pearl-colored mist was faintly steaming from the lake in the distance, curling up and blurring his sight.
Not far away, the old hunting dog Mr. Wuyue was lying weakly among the grass with his tongue hanging down, without raising his eyelids - although Zheng Qing could not tell which fold on his face his eyelids were hidden under.
Nearby, several friends who were dragged into the water by him were sweating profusely and their faces were scorched red. They looked like they were suffering from evil spirits.
Zheng Qing smacked his lips, thinking about throwing away the blame on his back.
"The school working committee is too stingy," he muttered in a low voice, just enough for his companions to hear: "On a hot day, people are allowed to work in the open space, and they don't even give out a few 'frost talismans' or pay a few
Take the 'refreshing potion'... you are so stingy!"
No one paid any attention to him.
Zheng Qing coughed twice in embarrassment.
"If you have any objections, you can report it to old man Verne." Fatty Xin shook his fat body and stuck out his butt. He hid his head in the shadow cast by his body and said gruntingly: "Tell us.
It’s useless.”
Zheng Qing was stunned, then turned around obediently to find the old man Verne.
If he didn't want to be dragged into the woods and beaten by some friends on his way back to the dormitory at night, he'd better find a way to get some benefits for the guys who were working as coolies.
"Do you want the Frost Talisman?" Old Man Verne leaned on the long wooden staff, his eyebrows raised so high that even the wrinkles on his face were smoothed out a lot.
"Refreshing potion will do, too." Zheng Qing smiled and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Today's young people... can't afford any hardship!" the old school worker muttered, took a deep breath, and shook his head resolutely: "No!"
"This is a violation of the Labor Law." Zheng Qing reminded in a low voice.
"What law?" The old man raised his chin, stared, and shouted in a rough voice: "Bring me the law and let me take a look! These days, the stinky boys sitting in chairs are not doing anything serious.
Get rid of these crooked ways."
Zheng Qing was speechless.
He just said casually that he was really confused as to whether there was any labor law in the wizarding world.
"Remember, it is strictly forbidden to use any magic at the cleanup site, including but not limited to spells, talismans, potions and other means." The old man poked the wooden stick in his hand hard on the ground and taught a lesson: "Otherwise the magic wave will annihilate many precious things.
Clues...What do you young kids learn in class now? I don’t know!”
Blame me!
I'm not a forensic medicine student.
Zheng Qing cursed and left dejectedly.
But before taking two steps, he turned around and trotted back.
"Uncle," he gasped and said quickly: "We work, you should take care of the food!"
As he said that, he took out his silver pocket watch, pointed at the time on it and complained: "It's already half past noon, and we haven't had lunch yet... The emperor doesn't need hungry soldiers... What if someone is here?"
I'm tired and exhausted under the sun, and the school working committee must look bad."
"You haven't eaten yet?" The old school worker was stunned. He used a wooden stick to lift the bamboo basket at the root of the tree, took out a few lunch boxes and stuffed them into Zheng Qing's arms: "This kind of thing should have been mentioned earlier...here
You guys have half an hour to eat and rest, we still have about a kilometer of open space to check."
Zheng Qing was overjoyed, hugged several lunch boxes, and rushed to his companions.
…
"There must be some carp fragrance added to this rice. It smells really appetizing!"
"Are these red fruits berries? I heard that eating them can turn a person into a strong man. Is it true?"
"There are also shrimps. What kind of shrimps are these transparent shrimps? They look like crystals. Doctor, do you know?"
Several foodies gathered in a circle, holding the lunch box that Zheng Qing brought back, using chopsticks to pick out the food inside, and admired it.
"It's such a rich meal," Duan Xiaojian asked anxiously, "Isn't this meal worth one or two silver coins?"
"One or two silver coins?" Fatty Xin sneered, picked up the cakes in the lunch box with chopsticks, and scolded: "See? There are only two kinds of desserts! Not to mention the ingredients of their Guiling paste, just these two pieces of honey soak
Fu, the price over there in the cafeteria is a silver corner... What do you usually eat? You don’t even know!"
"Don't worry, it's okay." Zheng Qing stuffed his mouth with food, greased his mouth, and muttered: "These lunch boxes are for the teaching assistants. Uncle Verne just said that they are going to inspect the school.
We have to stay up all night tonight to protect the formation...it will be wasted if we don’t eat."
"The evil privileged class," Duan Xiaojian sighed, stuffed a plump shrimp into his mouth fiercely, and shook his head: "The so-called rich people are stinky with wine and meat, and there are freezing bones on the way, that's all..."
"Pull it down!" Zhang Jixin tore a piece of beef carelessly and said angrily: "The real privileged class is now sitting cross-legged on a futon made of cattail grass and playing chess with ice cream in the cold wind.
"
"I always feel like you are talking about an emperor who digs the ground with a golden hoe." Zheng Qing swallowed the food in his mouth and sighed quietly.
"Speaking of Your Majesty," Fatty Xin stretched his head towards Zheng Qing and looked at him seriously: "Didn't Augustus give you a white dress? Who are you going to take with you?"
"Who to take?" Zheng Qing looked at him stupidly: "There is only one dress, I must go by myself...and I haven't decided whether to go or not."
"I see you are not a government-funded student, you are an orphan student." Fatty Xin rolled his eyes and focused on his lunch box again.
"You have to go!" Zhang Jixin clenched his fists, punched the lawn a few times, and shouted, "If you don't go, you will show that you are not strong enough... You will let those insidious villains look down on the nine of us."
"Besides, this is a matter of politeness," Duan Xiaojian nodded repeatedly: "You must go!"
Zheng Qing felt a little dizzy.
What's going on here, how come it's all about nine people's self-esteem and self-love.
"I just thought about the history class in the morning." Seeing the topic slipping in an unpredictable direction, Zheng Qing tried his best to stop the conversation: "When mentioning that philosophical theory, Mr. Sima asked us to ask Lao Yao before next Wednesday.
.”
"Silent theory!" Duan Xiaojian raised his hand and corrected.
"Yes, silent theory, silent theory." Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly: "To be fair, we have a philosophy class this afternoon, why do we have to wait until next Wednesday to ask? Do you think she knew that the afternoon philosophy class would be cancelled?
"
This sentence suddenly cooled down the atmosphere in the meeting.
Everyone frowned, pondering the possibility.
"It's just a possibility." Xiao Xiao's voice suddenly sounded: "I think the more important reason is that she doesn't think you can understand the profound theory of silence in one afternoon... Maybe she just wants you to
There is plenty of time to go to the library and check the information yourself."
Zheng Qing tilted his head and looked at Dr. Xiao who was talking eloquently, with a strange look in his eyes.
You don’t speak on other issues, just speak out on this issue.
Tsk tsk.
He gave the others a thoughtful look.
Everyone else also had the same expression.
"I always feel that Mr. Sima answered the question 'Is Su Daji alive?' in very detail." Zheng Qing tried to ask another question.
"That's right," Fatty Xin looked at Zheng Qing with disdain, but glanced at Xiao Xiao: "As a fan of Sima's great beauty, how could you not know that she is the most famous in "Looking Through the Fog to See History"
Where’s the paper?”
"What paper?" Zheng Qing really didn't know.
""On the Historical Basis for Su Daji's Death,"" Xiao Xiao's plain voice sounded again: "This is what she wrote in the 1035th issue of "Breaking Through the Confusion and Looking at History," the third edition, full text.
A historical paper published. The recommender is the famous magic historian Qian Zhiji..."
"Also," Xiao Xiao turned his head and looked at Fatty Xin expressionlessly: "I'm not her fan... I just like her."
"I finally said it!" The others were relieved and let out a long sigh of relief.