Maybe it was the good luck brought to her by the marshal?

Since she met the Marshal, only her life has been glorious and no more haze.

There is no need to verify Song Ran’s identity. In the streets near the academy, there are officials and nobles on the streets and peddlers. Who doesn’t know Mr. Song?

In addition to Sun Shanchang, the most famous scholar in Jiangnan Academy is Song Ran, although it may be a bad reputation.

Yang Yuying had also seen him. When his family was dying, this man also went to cry with Sun Shancheng.

Anyway, Xu Shanchang was "resurrected", so the Song Daru still sent a eulogy with eighteen pages of letter paper.

The mountain leader didn't even dare to say anything, and accepted it honestly.

At this moment, Yang Yuying also followed others honestly.

As a result, we entered the holy land of Jiangnan students and Jiangnan Academy, and became the supervision of the holy land of Jiangnan Academy - the ‘Bookhouse’.

"The Marshal seems to have said that the librarian is one of the most mysterious and greatest professions in the world?"

The spring in the south of the Yangtze River is not as dry as the north, always with a hint of moisture, and not as rainy as in summer. It is the best time of the year.

Yang Yuying shook her left hand, threw a bundle of books to the ground, and gently lowered a bunch of information with her right hand. She breathed a sigh of relief. She sat on the edge of the road, lifted up her sleeves and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"asshole!"

She bulged her cheeks and cursed.

It’s really not to blame her for not being elegant enough. Even Adjutant Dia who loaded her etiquette plug-ins back then could block the door of the library and scold her for three days and nights without repetition.

This morning, she and Wang Tian, ​​a student of Jiangnan Academy, were ordered to come to Tongping to get a batch of books and materials together.

These materials were presented to the academy by an old Confucian scholar who lived in seclusion outside Tongping.

No matter whether it is precious or not, it is at least someone else's wish.

Several gentlemen reminded them to thank others without caring about whether the things are useful or not.

It is said that the old Confucian scholar was in his eighties and had been studying for a lifetime. He had never participated in the imperial examination. When he was young, he studied at major academies and had some friendship with a mountain director of Jiangnan Academy. I don’t know whether it is true or false.

When he arrived at the place, Yang Yuying saw that Wang Tian was sitting in the carriage and did not bother with him, so she went to the old Confucian scholar's house to communicate with others.

Although the old man is old, he is in great spirits. Although his eyes are a little blurry and his ears are a little deaf, he is cheerful and talkative.

Yang Yuying couldn't help but talk to others for a while.

After chatting for half an hour, she worked hard to bring out the things, and saw Wang Tian slanting, sneering, and waved his whip and actually drove away on his own.

A gust of wind made Yang Yuying's hair messy. She was confused at the time and watched the carriage walk away, but she didn't react. She was immediately angry.

I think since she started Dashun again, no matter what she does, she will take advantage of her. When have she suffered any losses?

Now she didn't provoke Wang Tian, ​​and was actually being played like this by the other party?

Yang Yuying shook her head, really couldn't remember where she offended the other party. In fact, since she entered the library to supervise, Wang Tian had never spoken to her. She had politely spoken to Wang Tian at the beginning, but the other party just thought she couldn't hear it. She had never had the habit of sticking her hot face to the cold butt, so she ignored it.

It is also a ban on verbalism in the library. If two people do not communicate, they can still do their own work well. It is no big deal.

But Yang Yuying really didn't expect that Wang Tian would do such a thing inexplicably!

"call!"

Yang Yuying took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, lowered her head and picked up the book again.

The total amount of these things was 60 or 70 kilograms. She was really not happy to carry them, not to mention going back to the academy, even if she turned around and found a car on the same level.

"Do you still have to find Ouyang Manor Master and Senior Brother Ye to help with the book transfer?"

Those two are now well-known people, and they are probably all major academies have their information. If this happened in the Jiangnan area, I wonder how much storm would have caused.

But when it is absolutely necessary, I don’t care.

Yang Yuying carried the things again, turned her head and kicked and walked towards Tongping Town.

The heavy book fell on her hands, which made her little arm a little ache, and the soles of her feet were inevitably worn out.

This is because she has a good physique. If she is an ordinary weak female, she may not even be able to move.

After walking for a while, the bumpy path was hard to go, and the soles of his feet were faintly hot. Yang Yuying wiped the sweat beads rolling down from the forehead, turned her head and stopped. Looking up, she saw an acquaintance sitting on a stone not far away.

Looking at his appearance, he seemed a little bored, and he was so bored that he fiddled with his fingers as a toy.

A 'front' carriage was parked not far in front of the man.

The carriage had fallen apart, the wheels rolled aside, the ground broke, the carriage was broken into seven or eight pieces, leaving only a pile of rotten wood.

Yang Yuying has come down for two lifetimes and has never seen such an outrageously damaged carriage.

Fortunately, there was also a horse with yellow mane and black hooves standing on the edge of the official road, shaking its tail seemingly bored.

Several large boxes were stacked next to the horse, and I don’t know what to do.

"Young Master Rong, how about asking me to take a carriage?"

Mr. Rong was stunned. He turned his head and saw Yang Yuying raising his hands not far away. He looked at his carriage and coughed lightly: "No problem, it's okay to give it to you."

The only value of this pile of rags is probably that it is only burned by firewood.

Not to mention a beauty, he would be happy to give it to him even if he wanted it.

Yang Yuying smiled and nodded seriously: "Then thank you Mr. Rong."

He paused and asked again: "Is it really a carriage for me?"

Young Master Rong sighed, touched his stomach pitifully, and said weakly: "Send it, give it, you can take it away, just take it."

"One word is determined."

Yang Yuying smiled and walked over happily, picked up all the car wheels and other fragments, piled them next to the base of the car, squatted down and started to "smash building blocks".

At first, Mr. Rong only looked at the end of the road, staring at it, as if he was waiting for someone, but for a short while, his gaze was attracted by Yang Yuying.

Yang Yuying's movements are very straightforward, fast and beautiful, with an indescribable coordination and full of beauty.

It seemed that in the blink of an eye, the carriage became complete, and even some small pieces were put together.

Yang Yuying was very satisfied. She looked back at Mr. Rong and chuckled: "Mr. Rong is a student of the Honghu class?"

Mr. Rong was stunned, as if very surprised: "Miss Xia is so informative."

Yang Yuying smiled: "This carriage is mine."

Mr. Rong nodded, thought for a while, and jokingly said, "Does Miss Xia still want to drive this car on the road?"

Yang Yuying reached out to describe it carefully on the carriage. With her hand, Young Master Rong felt a little dazzled for a moment and couldn't help rubbing his eyes. He put down his hand and saw his big yellow slipping to the front of the carriage, arched Yang Yuying's slender jade fingers, and took the initiative to come over and let Yang Yuying put the carriage on its body.

Mr. Rong: “…”

As soon as he saw Lady Xia, he gained this full trough!

After a while, he could only murmur: "Darhuang is my horse."

"It's mine."

Yang Yuying threw the book in, jumped up himself, and smiled at Mr. Rong: "Mr. Rong, the so-called 'carriage' must of course have a horse, and a carriage."

Mr. Rong opened his mouth, but still did not refute.

Yang Yuying raised her eyebrows and smiled and said, "Do you want to take a ride?"

How could this car run? It will fall apart after a little movement.

Before he could say this, he watched Dahuang pull the carriage and swing his tail, running forward happily, and in the blink of an eye, running far away.

Dust was flying, and Mr. Rong ate the ashes, but he only raised his hand and slapped himself with a slap.

Young Master Rong stared at his feet, sighed bitterly, and the carriage turned around and returned.

Yang Yuying drove the car and smiled brightly at him.

This time, Mr. Rong didn't say anything, and quickly put the box on and climbed up himself.
Chapter completed!