Come on, what does this mean? If you tell those connotative jokes in modern times, they will not be able to send you to the official.
The scheming girl, the steamed stuffed bun maid and others were ashamed and scoffed.
However, this also gave Zhu Ping'an some time to choose books. He scanned the row of books and selected two books. One was a collection of Zhu Zi's insights from reading the Four Books and Five Classics. The other was
It is a collection of eight-part essays. These are all classic eight-part essays that have been circulated in this dynasty. In ancient times, after the imperial examination papers were returned to the individual, these classic eight-part essays were also circulated. No matter which one of these two books, Zhu Pingan
They all want to take it back and copy it slowly. However, due to the rule that they can only choose one to take back, they don’t know how to choose.
"It's okay if you choose two books, but you have to tell us about the Eight Parts of the Dragon that you didn't finish when you left."
When Zhu Ping'an didn't know what to choose, Baozi's maid spoke under the hint of the sinister girl.
Zhu Pingan would naturally not refuse.
So they took out peanuts, melon seeds and other snacks and sat in a row. Especially the sinister girl Li Shu asked the little maid and others to bring the seafood chilled in ice. They also brought the small iron stove over and put the expensive Yinshuang
Put the charcoal into it and start grilling seafood on the spot. After the Yinshuang charcoal is lit, there is no smoke. The barbecue can retain the original flavor of the seafood to the greatest extent.
Peace attracts people to look here frequently.
Naturally, the scheming girl took the opportunity to make fun of her for being useless.
"You're really worthless, your voice is mixed with saliva!" The dark-hearted girl glanced at Zhu Ping'an and said with an angry smile. Then she waved her hand as if giving alms and asked Hua'er, the steamed stuffed bun maid, to choose a plate of seafood that had been tested and give it away.
Go to Zhu Pingan.
The bun maid chose a small plate and sent it to Zhu Pingan. She seemed to still have the resentment from the Mulan allusion just now. She glared at Zhu Pingan and put the Xiaodie seafood on the desk in front of Zhu Pingan with great force, her voice still a little bit loud.
He pretended to be powerful and said, "I'm really giving you an advantage. This silver frost charcoal and seafood were just sent by the master to be delivered by Miss. They just arrived today. I'm really giving you an advantage."
"Too much talk!" the scheming girl said angrily, stopping the maid's mischievous behavior and not letting her continue talking. She looked at Zhu Pingan arrogantly and said, "Quickly wipe your saliva, your voice mixed with saliva is disgusting.
died."
Zhu Ping'an looked at the plate of fragrant seafood in front of him, and was a little surprised. This was all fresh seafood preserved in ice. He never thought that he could eat seafood in a mountain village. It seemed like a dark girl could be arrogant all day long.
It's not without reason. I heard that Mr. Li has been making a lot of money outside by joining some Huizhou businessmen in the salt, rice and silk tea business. I didn't expect him to be so generous. In order to satisfy his little daughter's appetite, he would give him money regardless of the cost.
People use ice to transport seafood from the coast.
I thought I was just a rich man, but now it seems that I may have underestimated it. In this era, the benefits of salt and iron are beyond my imagination.
The Ming Dynasty was an important period for the formation and development of salt merchant capital. With the help of the policy of "calling merchants to transport grain and give them salt" implemented by the Ming government in the third year of Hongwu (1370), the salt merchants of the Ming Dynasty ushered in gold.
During this period, especially since Ye Qi changed the salt method and Li Ruhua and Yuan Shizhen implemented the Gangyun Method, salt merchants ushered in great development. One of the most important salt merchants was Hui merchants, the "big businessmen" among Hui merchants.
, "Shangjia" usually refers to salt merchants. And Huizhou salt merchants "salt is sourced from Huaihe and Zhejiang", and their business activities are concentrated in Lianghuai and Liangzhe, which is almost the same area.
I didn't expect that the pot-bellied rich man was actually a big salt merchant. He was quite low-key and dormant in the mountain village. He must have learned lessons from Shen Wansan's experience.
However, it has nothing to do with me.
Zhu Ping'an picked up a piece of grilled squid dipped in seasonings. It had a pure taste, attractive color, and delicious taste. Coupled with the aroma of the sauce, the taste was simply outstanding.
"Is that enough? If you don't tell me, I'll kick you out. I'll never let you in again." The dark-hearted girl saw Zhu Ping'an eating a piece of grilled squid. She couldn't stop thinking about it. She looked like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world. As if, I couldn't help but say with disdain.
I am really impatient. Food requires patience. Every piece of meat has its own temperament.
Under the urging of the sinister girl, Zhu Pingan started talking again.
Every character in "Tian Long Ba Bu" is extremely outstanding, and the plot is one peak after another. This time, Zhu Ping'an directly told the story of the battle in Shaolin Temple. Qiao Feng fought one against three and displayed his unparalleled magical power to the fullest. Incisively and vividly.
After listening to this plot, the dark-hearted girl was so overwhelmed that she couldn't let it go.
"That's all for today, I have to go back and review my books." After Zhu Pingan said that, he got up and went to the door to register, then said goodbye and left.
"Don't go, it's behind you."
"That's right, it's still early. Let's talk more."
The old lady and the little maid who were listening with great interest started to persuade her to stay. Zhu Pingan just turned around and smiled and said we would talk about it next time before leaving.
When I got home, it wasn't long before I made dinner. My mother, Chen, was already making preparations. My eldest brother, Zhu Pingchuan, also came back from the mountain, bringing back two hares, a small half basket of fungus, bamboo shoots and other delicacies from the mountain.
After returning to the room, Zhu Pingan laid the borrowed books on the table by the window, prepared pens, inks, paper and inkstones one by one, and carefully copied them word for word.
The first thing I copied was the classic eight-part essay passed down in the contemporary era. During the copying process, I could also feel that the eight-part essay of the Ming Dynasty was still slightly inferior to the eight-part essay of the Qing Dynasty. After all, the eight-part essay of the Qing Dynasty had been in use for hundreds of years. Well, the Ming Dynasty only lasted just over a hundred years. The Ming Dynasty was vigorous and the Qing Dynasty was even more mature.
When I finished copying the third article, I heard the sound of a bell coming from outside, and Zhu's father came back with his bullock cart.
As luck would have it, my mother, Mrs. Chen, also happened to prepare dinner.
The dinner was very sumptuous. Mother Chen even caught Zhu Pingan and fed him for a while, as if she really wanted to make Zhu Pingan fat in one meal. Chicken, rabbit meat and fish were all piled up in the bowl in front of Zhu Pingan. It's full.
After dinner, Zhu Ping'an wanted to help his mother wash the dishes, but Mr. Chen kicked him out because he was a gentleman away from the kitchen.
Zhu Ping'an was driven out here, and Zhu's father, who was spending the night in the yard, was caught and brought in to wash the pots.
"Isn't it true that a gentleman is far away from the kitchen?" Zhu's father's aggrieved voice came from the kitchen.
"Young Master, what kind of gentleman do you think you are? I want to ask you whether it's Zhu Shouyi or not?" Mother Chen started the Hedong Lion's Roar in the kitchen.
"Huh." Zhu's father answered simply and neatly.
Then came the sound of mother's low laughter.
Zhu Pingan was listening outside the kitchen, unable to complain: What a fancy show of affection!
After returning to his room, he lit an oil lamp and started copying books. The neat regular scripts seemed to come alive under his pen and were arranged on the rice paper. It looked very pleasing to the eye.
When the moon was in the middle and stars filled the night sky, Zhu Ping'an packed up his desk, turned off the oil lamp and fell asleep.