Chapter 5 Bian Man, Golden Spoon and Tubao (Begging for a Red Ticket
Simple and direct, like an arrow shooting into the face of a burly middle-aged man.
The fierceness that the tired old man burst out at this moment made most of the teenagers widen their eyes. In their eyes, the image of the tired old man had completely changed.
"Only Lao Bianman can have such a fighting style and murderous intent. Such a master actually drives the car himself to find out the origin of this young man."
Where thousands of carriages gathered, a short-haired middle-aged man wearing a green silk gown with eyes like a hawk stood at the front of a black carriage. When the tired old man shot out like an arrow, he looked at him.
The two big men on the two carriages said this.
The two big men on the two carriages next to him were also wearing long green silk robes. Their exposed skin had a beautiful bronze color, as if it had been smeared with a layer of oil, glowing with light. They also stood upright and looked extraordinary, but
Hearing the voice of the middle-aged man with falcon-like eyes, the two big men bowed slightly, with respect and humility naturally revealed in their eyes, "Yes, sir."
"No loud noises and no fighting are allowed in the campsite."
At this moment, Xia Yanbing, who had been silent all this time, said clearly. After saying this, he ignored Lin Xi and the tired old man in front of Lin Xi, and did not look at the tired old man lying on the ground, with his mouth and crooked nose filled with tears.
The burly middle-aged man, who was bleeding and foaming, looked extremely miserable. He held a lantern and walked towards several large tents in the distance by the lake amid the lingering fireflies.
The young man by the lake was suddenly in an uproar.
He didn't say anything before the fight, but then he said this again after the fight. Isn't this a clear sign of bias?
"It's just that you can't see how powerful the opponent is. There are people from the college nearby, and you are still so domineering. Isn't this just looking for a fight?" There are also some understanding people among the young people by the lake, and their eyes swept over the pale golden man.
When he was a young man in a shirt, his eyes could not conceal his disdain, but when it fell on Lin Xi, it was a bit more playful.
The protagonist of the conflict, the old man whom Lin Xi called Uncle Liu, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, as if nothing had happened. He drove forward calmly, put Lin Xi down in front of the stone monument, and nodded when he turned around to leave.
Where thousands of carriages gathered, he whispered to Lin Xi, "If you fail to enter the academy, I will wait for you there."
"Okay, Uncle Liu." Lin Xi smiled brilliantly, without looking at the young man in a golden shirt next to him who was still wearing his hair. He turned towards the brightly lit bonfire. To him, it was full of magic, like a lakeside tent like the Quidditch World Cup venue.
The group walked away.
Looking at Lin Xi's pure smile and thinking of Lin Xi's calm temper, the old man felt more and more that Lin Xi was much cuter than the other teenagers. Thinking that his actions today might have some adverse effects on him, the old man frowned slightly.
Wrinkled.
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Lin Xi looked around as she walked.
The tents are made of thick white cotton cloth, and each one is only about five to six steps away. At this moment, most of the teenagers who came to take the test are gathered around this large tent near the stone monument. Is there anything wrong?
The few people looked at Lin Xi calmly. Some people were obviously cautious and cautious, and had already retreated into the tents, while some teenagers had gathered in front of some tents like no one else, chattering.
"Oh, I really didn't know how to fight. I thought I could watch some fun." When Lin Xi walked past the first bonfire, she heard a round-faced boy sigh.
"It's not that he didn't go without a beating, it's because that old man is too powerful. That guy has also reached the Bu Qi realm, and his nose was crooked with a punch. I'm afraid that old man has at least reached the Blessing realm." A tall man with long natural brown hair
The young man looked at the round-faced young man and said.
"Did they come from the side?" Just as Lin Xi looked at the two teenagers curiously, several people walked towards him and asked.
"From the side?" Lin Xi was stunned. The people who came over were all a bit stooped, thin, and had short hair, but they all gave people an unusually strong and refined look, and they were much older than them.
Young, two of them also had long black sheath knives tied to their bodies.
"Are you from the frontier army?" Seeing that Lin Xi didn't seem to understand, the leader, a thin young man with a scar on his left eyebrow, frowned and asked again.
Lin Xi understood now and shook her head, "No."
Originally, the faces of these tough and refined young people who came over showed a sense of intimacy, but when they heard Lin Xi's answer, their expressions changed. One of the young people with a wolf head tattoo on the back of his hand was expressionless.
He said with a cold expression: "I mean, it doesn't look like him at all. How could someone from our side look so weak?"
"Let's go." The leading thin young man with a scar on his left eyebrow ignored Lin Xi and turned around to leave.
"You are not a barbarian, are you a gold spoon or a bumpkin?" A little fat man came up and asked Lin Xi, who was standing there in embarrassment due to those few people.
"What are Bian Man, Golden Spoon and Country Bag?" Lin Xi asked as she looked at this fat little man who was about the same age as herself, half a head shorter than herself, and had many freckles on his face.
The little fat man became happy and grinned: "I don't even know this. It seems that he is a bumpkin like me... By the way, my name is Meng Bai, and I come from Yangguanling, Nanlin Province."
"My name is Lin Xi, and I come from Lu Dongling, Donglin Province." Lin Xi habitually stretched out his right hand. When he realized that this was not the etiquette of this world, the little fat man Meng Bai thought it was the etiquette of Lu Dongling.
She happily wiped her hands on her green silk shirt and held hands with Lin Xi.
"I know that Donglin Province is in the east, but I have never heard of Lu Dongling." The little fat man Meng Bai said honestly after holding hands with Lin Xi.
"That's still more than I know. To be honest, I haven't even heard of Nanlin Province. Is it in the south?" Lin Xi said.
"Haha." Then Lin Xi and Meng Bai couldn't help laughing.
"What exactly are Bianman, Golden Spoon and Country Bag?" Lin Xi laughed for a while and asked as she looked at this fat little man who became more and more pleasing to her eyes.
"Actually, it's very simple. Bianman is a person recommended by someone who has achieved sufficient military merit or has the right to recommend someone in the border army. Jinshao is a noble child who is born qualified to take the entrance examination. Bianbao is someone recommended by the local government.
Either a wealthy businessman who donated enough money, or a rich man who bought the right to recommend. Anyway, he has no background." Meng Bai answered Lin Xi.
"A local bumpkin? Doesn't that mean he's a Muggle?" Lin Xi suddenly found it even more interesting and smiled at Meng Bai, "These three names don't seem to be good words."
"Of course they are not nice words. They were all shouted out by each other because they were not talking to each other." Meng Bai curled his lips, "Jin Shao and Tu Bao thought the border troops were barbaric, and those from the frontier thought Jin Shao and Tu Bao were barbaric.
He is an ignorant and ignorant playboy. Jin Shao thinks that the bumpkin is rustic and uninformed. The bumpkin thinks that Jin Shao is noble and arrogant. The one who just had a conflict with you should be considered a Jin Spoon... By the way.
, you are just a bumpkin, how can you have such a powerful guard?"
Lin Xi thought for a while, "I must be a country boy. My parents only have a few shops. Uncle Liu has nothing to do with my family. It seems that a local official asked me to come."
"Then you are a local idiot! So your talent must be very high." Meng Bai suddenly let out a loud exclamation.
Lin Xi suddenly felt that the eyes of many young people around her were looking at her a little differently.
"What does it mean to promote a talented person from a local tribe?" Lin Xi lowered her voice and continued to ask with some embarrassment.
"It is a local official who has the right to recommend, but gives the right to the ordinary bumpkin he likes, instead of his direct descendants. The right to recommend is very rare, and after using it once, if you want to get it again, you must
Accumulate a certain amount of military merit or other contributions." Meng Bai murmured in a low voice: "Generally, good things will be given to one's own people and not to others, unless local officials have taken a fancy to some particularly talented people and recommended particularly good ones.
Talents and recommended local officials will also receive great rewards."
"You're actually a local bastard?" In front of a fire in the distance, a cold, long-haired young man in black looked at Lin Xi and Meng Bai. At this time, he sneered in his heart, "I don't believe in your talent.
I, Wen Xuanyu, am still taller."
"What are you chewing on?" Lin Xi was a little speechless at this time. He had no idea why he was brought here. As for his talent, he didn't understand it at all. He didn't know what to say for a moment and looked at Meng Bai.
He had been chewing something in his mouth since he came to say hello, so he asked this question first.
"There's a bumpkin over there who came from Jinzhou Ling. Jinzhou beef jerky is delicious, but a bit old." Meng Bai, who was chewing from time to time, stretched out his finger and tapped, and then Lin Xi saw a somewhat reserved boy with a square face.
He nodded towards himself sheepishly, looking very honest. "How about we go over there and talk. There are a few other bumpkins there. Let me introduce them to you. You can't just stand here and talk all the time." Meng Bai suggested.
Said: "You can also eat some old beef jerky by the way."
"My name is Xiang Lin, from Jinzhouling, Dasheng Province."
"I am Li Kaiyun, from Jinghualing, Beifu Province."
"My name is Zhang Ping, from Shuilongling, Xiaoxiang Province."
One minute, that is, sixty breaths of this world later, Lin Xi and four "bumpkins" were sitting in a tent, chewing on the Jinzhou old beef jerky brought to Lin.
Li Kaiyun is a somewhat thin boy with very yellow hair. Zhang Ping is the oldest and looks the most stable. According to the fat man Meng Bai, at least half of the pharmacies in Xiaoxiang Province belong to their family.
"Lin Xi, which department of Qingluan College do you most want to enter?"
After the initial few greetings, Zhang Ping, the most steady person, looked at Lin Xi and asked this question.
Lin Xi suddenly choked on the old beef jerky he was chewing and coughed: "Qingluan College is also divided into departments?"
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(I said it at the YY event yesterday. Because I want to polish the new book slowly, I write it more carefully and slowly. The minimum limit is two updates a day, but it should break out from time to time. For example, if today’s red ticket blows up the toad,
It's very satisfying to have my anus exposed...Thank you for everyone's support yesterday. Because I revised this chapter relatively late, the thank you list will be posted in the next chapter. Finally, I still pray for all kinds of piety, red votes