The mock test was not ideal.
After looking at the test papers, Zhang Feng even had the urge to beat someone up.
Although Zhang Feng had used paste to cover up everyone's name on the test papers, thinking that this would prevent plagiarism, he still underestimated the ability of this group of bastards.
Why would there be a need to plagiarize the answers?
There were seven monkeys on the tree. How many would be left after the arrow was shot?
Take a look at their answers.
Cheng Tieniu's answer was still his style. Zhang Feng did not find it strange. .
After the arrow was shot, the seven monkeys were all lying on the ground.
Alright!
Zhang Feng tolerated it.
But Li Qian actually said that there were six monkeys on the tree?
What was the meaning of this?
Did he think those monkeys were idiots?
Did they not know how to hide?
As for the others.
Zhang Feng could not help but stop looking. He seriously suspected that if he finished looking, his heart would suddenly explode and he would die.
In the end, Zhang Feng still looked at Fang Yishuang's test papers. Although there was not much that was outstanding, it was still acceptable.
Finally, Zhang Feng finished looking at all the test papers. He was too lazy to grade them. If their father saw this, Zhang Feng suspected that he would not be able to see them tomorrow morning.
"Sigh!"
Zhang Feng looked up and sighed.
At this moment, he finally understood how he was beaten up by his teacher when he was mischievous when he was young. When he grew up, he was even proud of it. The angry teacher chased him all over the field to beat him up …
Damn it. Fortunately, Lao Tzu was not a real teacher. Otherwise, he would be angered to death and suffer internal injuries.
Li Chengqian and the others also felt a little guilty, especially when they saw the expression on Zhang Feng's face.
Li Chengqian bumped Du Gou. Zhang Feng's expression did not change when he looked at Du Gou's test papers. Du Gou did not dare to say anything.
But under Li Chengqian's threatening gaze, he still admitted defeat and asked, "Fengzi, did we do well?"
When Zhang Feng heard this, he had the urge to vomit blood.
He resisted the urge and rubbed his face hard. He tried his best to maintain his poise and said, "Well, it's okay."
Zhang Feng seemed to have used up all his strength.
Then, Zhang Feng waved his hand and said weakly, "That's all for today. Tomorrow morning, all of you will go to Chang 'an University!"
After that, Zhang Feng staggered away.
Everyone was dumbfounded by what they saw.
"Brother Gan, what's going on? Is Feng Zi sick? "Zhangsun asked as he looked at Zhang Feng's back.
Li Chengqian also looked at Zhang Feng doubtfully. He shook his head and said, "I guess he's tired?"
"…"
The next morning.
Zhang Feng woke up early, which was rare. On a whim, he did a set of morning exercises with Jia Daoren and the others in the courtyard. Then, he walked out of the mansion leisurely. He ate breakfast from the street stalls as he walked to Chang 'an University.
But today, the people on the street were avoiding Zhang Feng as if he was the plague. There were even some people who knew Zhang Feng. After seeing Zhang Feng, they were no longer as close as before. Instead, they were respectful and reverent.
This made Zhang Feng instantly lose the idea of chatting with them.
At this moment, a voice caused Zhang Feng to be somewhat dumbfounded.
"Master, are you really Master?"
Zhang Feng looked suspiciously at the old man in front of him, who had lost most of his teeth, and asked, "Sir, are you calling me?"
When the old man heard Zhang Feng's words, he was so excited that he danced with joy. "It's me, it's me. Master, have you forgotten me? I'm the three old men in charge of the brewery! "
When he said this, Zhang Feng suddenly realized.
He suddenly remembered that the old village chief had told him last time that the potatoes seemed to have sprouted. Now that he saw the old man, how could he not know?
He hurriedly asked, "Why didn't you stay in the mansion? Why did you come out?"
The old man chuckled and said, "Yesterday, Second Madam gave me my salary. Today, I took the time to send the money back. My family is still waiting to eat. "
Zhang Feng suddenly realized, but he was still a little curious.
Although he had moved here, he was still a hands-off shopkeeper. He had never given a penny back to the family. When he heard the old man's words, he was a little confused. "Then, have you heard where Second Madam's money comes from?"
"Also, how much is your monthly salary?"
This time, it was the old man's turn to be confused.
With trembling hands, he took out a receipt from the accountant and said, "All the servants and servants are paid fifty copper coins a month. This doesn't include the reward from Second Madam during the last Mid-Autumn Festival. As for the accountant and the like, this old man doesn't know."
Fifty pennies per person?
How many people were there in the family?
Where did this money come from?
These three questions made Zhang Feng's face turn red with embarrassment.
He didn't know where Jingshu got the money, but at this time, as a man, this was too embarrassing.
But after searching his entire body, he couldn't even find a single copper coin, let alone a single ticket.
When Zhang Feng saw this, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
He saw a Chang 'an Restaurant next to them and went straight into the restaurant with the old man.
The young man in the restaurant was quite discerning. When he saw Zhang Feng come in, he was stunned at first, then ecstatically said, "Come, President Zhang is here! Our big boss is here! "
In an instant, all the diners and shopkeepers in the hotel shouted out in unison.
Zhang Feng hurried forward and cupped his fists to everyone, then pulled the shopkeeper into the inner room.
As soon as they entered the door, Zhang Feng said directly, "Withdraw a thousand strings of cash for me and send it to the mansion!"
The shopkeeper didn't expect this mysterious boss to be so straightforward. He directly took out ten banknotes from the accountant and handed them to Zhang Feng, saying, "Big boss, this is thirty thousand strings of cash. Please keep it well. If you encounter any difficulties, just say the word. Our restaurant has nothing but money!"
Zhang Feng was unhappy.
More importantly, he was flustered. He glared at the shopkeeper and said, "What are you talking about? Do I look like someone who is short of money? I just have some savings for the time being! "
The shopkeeper suddenly understood. .
"No wonder. I was thinking that a few days ago, our boss sent three hundred thousand strings of cash to your mansion. You spent it all?"
Zhang Feng choked and his eyes widened.
He asked in a trembling voice, "How much?"
"Three hundred thousand strings of cash!"
"…"
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