At this time, Zhu Pingan's luggage has not been opened yet. He has just changed his clothes, so it is very easy to move it.
But when Zhu Pingan put his luggage on his back and pushed open the attic door, the fat man was already standing outside the door happily holding a big baggage, followed by two shop assistants who were also holding things and looking at them with puzzled faces.
Looking at the fat man next to him.
"Oh, brother, you really keep your promise." The fat man said and squeezed in with the big baggage in his arms, as if he was really afraid that Zhu Pingan would regret it.
After the fat man entered, he shouted, "It's good, it's good. It's really high." He seemed extremely satisfied.
Zhu Ping'an was also very satisfied with Fatty's room. The superior guest room was even more spacious than Fatty described, about thirty square meters, which was considered very good in an inn. The furnishings in the room were also very elegant and tidy, especially
Zhu Pingan is most satisfied with the desk.
On the desk, a couple of broken pieces of silver were placed on a raft with dragons and phoenixes flying on it, with four words on it: I can't thank you enough.
Why do I feel like Fan Wei?
Back in the inn lobby, the waiter had already served all the food that the fat man had ordered for Zhu Ping'an, exuding a burst of aroma.
At this time, the fat man also came downstairs. When he saw Zhu Pingan, he couldn't help but thank him, and then pulled Zhu Pingan to sit on the table of ordered meals, very enthusiastically.
"Thank you for your kindness, it's all in the meat." The fat man said, opening his cheeks and taking a bite of the chicken drumstick, making a snapping sound as he tore it apart.
It made people around him look at him sideways.
With this eating appearance, no wonder no one was sitting at the same table as the fat man just now. Zhu Pingan smiled slightly and was not polite. He took a steamed dumpling and inhaled lightly. A strong aroma reverberated in his mouth, and then
Open your mouth and a steamed dumpling will fall into your mouth.
When it comes to eating, we have never been intimidated by anyone. Without such confidence, how can we dare to call ourselves foodies?
Nima. It’s a big meat dumpling in one bite!
Ever since, the people around him who had just looked at the fat man began to look at Zhu Ping'an again.
They have the same smell.
Everyone looked sideways and defined the two of them.
If you bite a chicken leg, I'll have a salted duck; if you eat a crab, I'll have a shrimp...
After eating to their heart's content, the two of them raised their heads from between the cups and plates, looked at each other and smiled. It felt a bit like meeting a close friend after a thousand cups of wine.
"I am Xue Chi from Bozhou, Fengyang Prefecture. My cousin is called Qianwen. Yes, I am relying on me to stand up and avenge my shame. Really, I took the exam for eighteen years and failed to pass the exam. My grandfather gave it to him.
I was not convinced by the donation of a supervising student, so I was born. Even with this name, my cousin changed completely, making me embarrassed to say hello to anyone in the academy. My dad is really like that, he presses all the time.
I was reading a book, and you said it would be great to donate a prison student to me, but I didn’t agree with anything... Oh, by the way, I dare to ask you what you call me." The fat man put down the crab in his hand and wiped his mouth.
Asked, this fat man is also a talkative person. Although his words are full of nouveau riche, people can feel that this man is enthusiastic.
Zhu Ping'an swallowed a mouthful of lobster, took a sip of tea, smiled slightly and said, "Zhu Ping'an of Xiahe Village, from Anqing Prefecture, he doesn't have a nickname yet."
"Well, remember, we will get closer and closer in the future. Oh, by the way, have you heard of me? He is from our Bozhou; Cao Cao and Cao Mengde are also from our Bozhou; the miracle doctor Hua Tuo must have heard of it, then
They are from our Bozhou; not to mention the eighteen horses that our Taizu took from Bozhou, Duke Xu, Duke Feng, Duke Qian..." The fat man stretched out his oily hands and foamed at the mouth, as if he was
Those people in his mouth seemed to be his relatives.
This is a man of temperament.
Zhu Ping'an raised his head rarely from the food room and added, "Zhong Ling Yu Xiu, a good place."
When the fat man Xue Chi heard this, he grinned happily, like a bulldog.
Thanks to the fat man Xue Chi, Zhu Ping'an has a round belly when he goes upstairs. He can spit out lobster or crab meat if his posture is wrong...
When I walked upstairs, it was already dark, and if I didn't light an oil lamp, I couldn't see.
After Zhu Pingan went upstairs, he lay on the bed and squinted for a moment. When his stomach was no longer so full, he got off the bed, opened his bag, took out his schoolbag wrapped in oilcloth, and turned around to the desk.
The Shuzhuo is made of huanghuali. The table legs are made of thick round wood. They are turned outwards and the side legs are clearly tapered. Except for the positive line on the edge of the tooth bar, the rest is uncarved, with a strong Ming style. The desk is by the window.
, Zhu Pingan placed the oil lamp in front of the right side of the desk, laid out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, then opened the book and randomly found a sentence from "The Great Learning", trying to write an eight-legged essay based on the topic.
The wind and rain outside were beating on the windows, and the constant sound of rain reached my ears, just like the rhythm of rain on a loop in a modern player.
Zhu Ping'an was hunched over his desk, dipping his pen in ink, letting a wisp of ink fragrance pass through the window and wander across the sky.
Eight-part composition is not easy. Eight-part writing: The meaning of the writing is based on the topic, the approach is similar to the policy, the theory is like a theory, the materials are like Fu Bo, and the rules are strict like poetry. In a certain number of words, a certain structure, a certain syntax, the number of sentences, and the middle
The four groups are strictly opposed to each other, and under various other restrictions, they write eight-part essays that imitate the tone of the ancients, and they must have new ideas. Only by writing new articles in addition to thousands of ready-made eight-part essays can they be successful in the examination of scholars and candidates.
, the hope of Jinshi is that only those who have such a level can be qualified to take the exam, which is even more difficult.
After writing this eight-legged essay, Zhu Ping'an read it several times and found out two places that were not smooth. After repeated deliberation several times, he polished the rough spots just right.
At this time, the sound of the watchman's watch could be heard, it was the third watch.
The third watch of the night and the fifth watch of the rooster is when men are studying. Even so, work and rest must be balanced. The third watch is generally eleven o'clock. It's time to go to bed. If you don't have enough energy, how can you continue to work hard tomorrow?
Just when Zhu Ping'an was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard the sound of reading loudly outside the window, piercing the wind and rain.
How should I put it, it makes people have the urge to open the window and yell.
"Isn't it a pleasure to learn and practice from time to time?"
"Isn't it a pleasure to learn and practice from time to time?"
...
I shouted N number of times in a row, all you said was the same nine-character sentence, and the single sentence was played in a loop, but the sound was not as good as yours. How can you read only one sentence!
"Mother, if your mother is not happy, why don't you drown yourself? Your son is not a beast, how can he howl in the middle of the night!"
A certain bad-tempered scholar couldn't help but opened the window and screamed at the room where the sound of reading came from.
The translation is, you mother, you are so unhappy, why don’t you pee and look in the mirror, are you a human being or not an animal, howling in the middle of the night!
Then it became quiet outside, except for the sound of rain.
It was finally time to go to sleep. Zhu Pingan put out the oil lamp, walked to the bed with the light of lightning, took off his clothes, and fell asleep beautifully.