The next morning, about seven or eight kilometers away from the village, a middle-aged man parked a dusty truck and set up a shelf.

Then he walked to the side of the car and wiped the dust on it until he could clearly see the word "traveler".

"Boss, how do you collect mobile phones in ancient times now?" a young man stepped forward and asked.

"16 yuan per piece." The merchant opened the chair and sat up leisurely.

"Didn't it mean the price has increased recently? Why is it only 16 yuan?"

"There were 15 a few days ago, and now 16 a day, hasn't the price increased?"

"You are too dark, who doesn't know that the price of electronic products in ancient times has increased significantly in the city. You'll have to increase by one dollar?"

"Then you go to the city to sell it yourself. No one stops you, it's only 30 kilometers away, so you won't be able to walk, right?" The merchant made a gesture of going there, "Next."

"Okay, okay, I'll sell it." Seeing that the merchant was not going to accept it, the young man had to admit defeat.

The village here is indeed about 30 kilometers away from the nearest Jincheng, but the dangers that may be encountered during the 30 kilometers are the truly terrible things.

For a few dozen dollars, I can't make it a good idea to run this round trip.

The young man took the money and Zhou Fanqing, who was behind him, walked up, "Boss, there are exactly one hundred ancient mobile phones, please give me a price."

"2200." The traveler said without raising his head.

"Give money." Zhou Fanqing put the sack next to the car, and the merchant didn't even count it, so he directly gave him 2,000 yuan.

"2200? That's 22 movie?" The young man who was still counting money next to him was subconsciously stunned.

Is it because he is large in number?

No, the number is not that much different.

So I was killed?

But travelers will not be so famous when carrying customers. Although travelers can only do things with certain strength, there is not only one travelers, and reputation is also very important. It is not realistic to just slaughter customers so bluntly.

The young man finally couldn't help it, "Why could he sell 22 for an ancient mobile phone?"

The traveler always lowered his head, "because he really could do something to go directly to the city to sell it."

The man choked and was about to say something when he heard someone whispering to him.

"Is this Zhou Fanqing?"

"It's him, Zhou Fanqing, the little beast from Xizhai."

"No wonder we have so many goods in our hands."

"This is a master who can't afford to offend."

Faced with everyone's discussion, Zhou Fanqing didn't care at all, but looked directly at the first young man who sold goods, "I remember you are from the next village, right? If you have goods in your hands recently, you can go directly to Xizhai to sell them to me. I will collect them for 17 yuan."

The man blinked and looked at Zhou Fanqing, and was stunned for a moment. He just became a middleman in front of the travelers?

What made him even more confused was that when he looked at the merchants, he found that the merchants had no reaction, no anger, no displeasure, and even no surprise.

Everyone in the village understands one thing. The travelers are quite polite on weekdays and care about credibility, but they can't mess with it.

Before he could react, Zhou Fanqing had already collected the money, patted his shoulder and left.

The traveler then raised his head and looked at Zhou Fanqing's direction away, and smiled jokingly, "This is you, oh no, the difference between you and him."

...

Zhou Fanqing ran back to the village and immediately went to the only school in the village.

The school is actually a shed outside Song Wennuan’s house, and there are only more than twenty students.

Not all the children in the village go to school, and no one will force them to go to school.

But as long as you want to learn, Song Wennuan will definitely accept it and never cost a penny.

When Zhou Fanqing arrived at the classroom, Song Wennuan had already started teaching. The two looked at each other and Song Wennuan asked Zhou Fanqing to return to her seat and sit down.

"Is it going well?" Lu Yuqiong, who was at the same desk with Zhou Fanqing, asked in a low voice.

Zhou Fanqing nodded and signaled him to attend the class well.

On a simple podium, Song Wennuan sorted out the information in his hand, "The registration for each college has basically begun. Everyone should seize the time to determine their goals and send the application at the post office as soon as possible.

I went to Jincheng for a teaching exchange a few days ago and learned some useful information.

The key subjects applied for this year can basically be determined to be history, and if nothing unexpected happens, some open questions will appear.

For example, speculation about broken history.

The truth about the broken history is always a topic of constant dispute. As many people wonder, since the humans in the broken history did not completely perish, why did they not record their detailed experiences, and why some of the key technologies recognized by everyone have not been passed down now?

There are no standard answers to these questions, but everyone should think about the possibilities you think and have some factual support.

What is certain is that this time the Federation will place a large amount of funds to support archaeology, so including your future study directions, archaeology, as a popular industry, can be given priority."

Song Wennuan told the students in detail about the gains they had after going to Jincheng for teaching exchanges a few days ago, and everyone listened very carefully.

The so-called "Study Examination" is also called "Study Examination" in this era. There are no primary, junior and senior high school in this era, only basic schools and higher colleges.

Before the age of 16, you will be studying in a basic school. Of course, there must be differences in teaching resources and teaching levels in different schools. After the age of 16, you can apply to enter the college. Different colleges have different enrollment requirements, different focus, and different exam methods.

But basically everyone will have three major test contents: theoretical test, ability test and ideological test.

After the morning of the class, Song Wennuan's wife had prepared lunch for the students, while Zhou Fanqing took advantage of this time to pull Song Wennuan aside.

"Uncle Song, I want to take half a day off."

Song Wennuan stroked Zhou Fanqing's back and walked to a more corner, "I just happened to want to talk to you, did you decide to go to Ruins Academy?"

"Of course." Zhou Fanqing was very confident, "I have never considered a second choice."

"When I went to Jincheng this time, I asked you about the Ruin Academy. There are so many students dying in Ruin Academy every year. The Federation has been intervening for many years, but it seems that it is useless.

It is said that the final compromise of Ruins Academy was only to promise to ensure the safety of students' lives when they were admitted to the school, but it was just life safety. They would not care about missing arms and legs.

Xiaofan, I know your desire to become stronger, I also know that your parents’ affairs are always affecting you, I know that your nature is better, and I have always believed in your future.

But Ruins Academy is really evil, and students go in and die in batches.

You are not talented and work hard, but you don’t have to go to Ruin Academy. It’s better to find some colleges, work hard and do it step by step.”

Zhou Fanqing smiled and said, "Uncle Song, will we, those of us born in the village, give me a chance to make steady progress?"

There was a sudden slight distress in Song Wennuan's eyes, and she carefully stroked Zhou Fanqing's back, "This world will always get better slowly."

“But I don’t want to wait for the world to give me a chance.

Besides, although there are many people dying in Ruins Academy every year, a group of powerful people who stun the world every year can produce each year." When Zhou Fanqing said this, his eyes shone with light.

Song Wennuan couldn't help laughing, "Where did the batch come from? Only one or two are produced every year. If you can exceed two, it will be considered a great harvest."

"For me, one or two are enough every year." Zhou Fanqing put away all his expressions and his eyes became firm. "Uncle Song, since the day I was truly sensible, I have been trying my best. I have become accustomed to it. I think Ruins Academy is very compatible with me."

Song Wennuan sighed lightly, "Forget it, you really have the same personality as your father.

Which college is Xiaoyu going to apply to?"

"Kincheng College."

Song Wennuan nodded and said, "It is an academy with very good comprehensive strength, and it is also very inclusive. With Xiaoyu's ability, you should try it.

However, I remember that the tuition fee of Jincheng College is relatively expensive."

"Well, so I want to take a half-day leave, I have to hurry up and get enough money."

"How much is it short?"

“1300.”

Song Wennuan unconsciously frowned, "If it's not enough, I can find a way to help you get it together, just think it's borrowed."

Because Song Wennuan said that it was to lend instead of giving, Zhou Fanqing was not easy to refuse directly. However, Zhou Fanqing knew that even if it was to borrow, it would not be easy to make it difficult for him to make up 1,300 in the village. He didn't want to make things difficult for everyone.

"Uncle Song, if you really get to the point where there is no way, I will speak to you again."

Song Wennuan hesitated for a moment and swallowed what she wanted to say, "Okay, but the young man who saved us yesterday told me that it was not peaceful outside recently, and it might not be just evening.

So try not to go out.”

"I know that if I realize the danger, I will not joke about my life." Zhou Fanqing was very calm when he said this.

But his calmness made Song Wennuan feel a little uncomfortable. He reached out to help Zhou Fanqing sort out his clothes, "Be careful when you are outside and come back early in the afternoon.

I'll come to my house for dinner in the evening."

"Okay, I know."

"Eat lunch first."

"I'll eat on the way." Zhou Fanqing went to the side and grabbed two steamed buns, ran away from the school directly.

Lu Yuqiong, who was sitting in the corner, had already started to pick up the book to review.

Half an hour later, Song Wennuan packed up the dishes and prepared to go back to the room to take a nap. As soon as she picked up the water cup and wanted to drink a sip of water, a familiar purse was placed next to his teapot.

"Is this?" Song Wennuan opened the front wallet and looked at it, and couldn't help but remember what Lao Li said to him this morning.

Song Wennuan put down her purse and looked towards the Gobi, "Xiaofan..."
Chapter completed!