The Lucky Farmgirl

Mr. Zhuang rarely spoke of his youth, but this time he was unrestrained, leaning back and sharing some amusing anecdotes from his school days.

Mr. Zhuang laughed, "When your teacher was studying, I was alone, not like you with companions at your side, and so mischievous, which is why you have so many funny stories. The only thing I remember is that we had to compete for books; as soon as classes ended each day, we would rush to the Book Collection Tower to reserve our books, and then ask someone to help fetch some food from the canteen. We’d read for half an hour, and when hunger became unbearable, we’d return the books to go eat..."

Bai Shan said, "You must have had a good friend in the academy to do that."

From what he had seen, there were few in their class who would fetch food for others in advance.

Mr. Zhuang paused before nodding, "Indeed, we took turns doing it. There was also a classmate who accidentally lost their card and couldn’t enter the Book Collection Tower. In the end, we quietly opened the window near the back door of the tower so that he could climb through."

Bai Shan’s mouth fell open in surprise.

Mr. Zhuang just laughed, "You haven’t visited often, have you? Didn’t you notice that window?"

Bai Shan nodded, "Aren’t the windows in the Book Collection Tower always shut tight?"

"Yes, except for specific times, the windows in the tower are generally not opened, nor can they be. But that window is an exception, because it’s right around the corner from the back door, where there are no bookshelves," Mr. Zhuang chuckled: "Without any books there, the academy doesn’t really mind the loose window. I’m not sure if it’s been fixed by now."

Whether it had been fixed or not could be confirmed with a quick look upon returning.

As the three disciples talked, Daji, who was driving the carriage up front, listened to the conversation inside and felt overwhelmed.