Ying Tian was so generous. When Zhu Pingan woke up in the morning, he found that the rain had stopped outside the window. He could vaguely see a red color in the east, as if the sun was about to rise.
Today's morning is particularly precious. It has been raining continuously for more than a month, and it will finally clear up today.
Zhu Ping'an got dressed, washed a little, put the linen, bamboo tube, copybook and calligraphy brush into his school bag, as well as a book he had just copied at home some time ago, slung the school bag across his body, and went out with a piece of black board between his legs.
opened the door.
Zhu Ping'an was not the only student and scholar in the early days. There were also several students and scholars whom he did not know who had already gotten up and opened the window, or were reading in the morning with a scroll or reading by the window. Of course, morning reading was not like the wolf howling last night, it was able to
The kind that makes people accept him. When he saw Zhu Pingan going out with a strange cloth bag and a black wooden board across his body, he looked slightly sideways and was a little surprised. Zhu Pingan smiled innocently and said hello. The students and scholars were slightly surprised and nodded in response.
The overall feeling of the college examination is that it is of a higher level, and the overall quality of candidates is also higher than that of the county and government examinations. It is not as mixed as the previous two times. After all, those who can take the college examination have obtained the title of "Tongsheng".
At least there are two brushes.
After leaving the inn, Zhu Ping'an walked all the way towards the Qinhuai River. He didn't realize it yesterday evening, but standing on the bank of the Qinhuai River today, he was shocked by the prosperity of the ten-mile Qinhuai River. The Qinhuai River stretches like a jade belt, and people can go boating on the jade belt in the early morning. On the other side, there are golden powder towers.
, row after row; the boats rippling in the waves, the sound of boats and the shadows of lights form a dreamlike and beautiful spectacle.
It has been rainy in recent months, but with rare sunny days, the other side of the river has become lively.
On the other side of the river, there are girls chasing and playing with their skirts, girls singing while washing, and shrewd girls scolding the young master on the boat after being molested... She has fallen into the world, but she also has more freedom than the ordinary daughter's home.
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"The beautiful land in the south of the Yangtze River, the imperial state of Jinling", I am honest and honest.
Zhu Ping'an found a relatively secluded river bank, wiped the bluestone slab with a torn linen cloth in his schoolbag, then sat down on his own, took out his copybook and other items, and placed the black wooden board on a high stone step.
He leaned over and poured a bamboo tube of Qinhuai water, read the calligraphy for a while, then rolled up his sleeves and started practicing calligraphy with his wrists hanging.
When Zhu Ping'an was getting up to practice calligraphy, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl with a ponytail came from the other side of the river. She was pretty and well-dressed. When she was bending down to wash her handkerchief by the river, she suddenly noticed
On the other side of the river, Zhu Pingan was practicing calligraphy on a black wooden board while soaking in the river water.
The girl stared at Zhu Ping'an who was practicing calligraphy, giggled, turned her head and stretched out her little hands and exclaimed, "Sister, come and see, there is a half-college student on the other side of the river dipping in the river water to practice calligraphy."
Hearing the sound, an eighteen or nineteen-year-old gauze girl walked up to the girl. She glanced at Zhu Pingan and couldn't help but giggle.
"Hey, that poor scholar, look here, look here quickly, giggle, why are you using our foot-washing water to practice calligraphy..." The older gauze girl made a trumpet shape with her hands and faced towards
Zhu Pingan shouted, and then chuckled.
It seems that I can no longer practice calligraphy here, so I will find another place tomorrow.
Hearing this, Zhu Pingan stopped writing, glanced across the river, then lowered his head and continued practicing calligraphy.
"You are such a scholar, have you read so much that you are so rude? My sister is talking to you." The younger girl stood up for her sister and pointed at Zhu Ping'an with her slender little finger.
Zhu Pingan turned a deaf ear and continued to practice his calligraphy.
"Hey, scholar, are you deaf or mute?" the older gauze girl asked with a smile, "Why are you so silent?"
"Believe it or not, I will go across the river to argue with you..." Seeing that Zhu Pingan still ignored him, the older Qingsha girl added with a smile.
"Yes, that's right, cross the river..." The younger girl also giggled and echoed.
"Don't look at anything that's not polite, don't hear anything that's not polite, don't say anything that's not polite, don't move anything that's not polite..." Zhu Pingan shook his head and said calmly.
The two girls on the other side, one big and one small, heard this and couldn't stop giggling.
"Hey, he is still a sour scholar..."
"My teeth are so sore that I feel like..."
After laughing, the older girl pursed her lips at Zhu Ping'an and smiled charmingly, "Hey, that sour scholar, why don't you come to my room and give me a sermon today? I'll play the flute with you.
Yeah, you can also watch the mandarin ducks from the window under the clouds and rain."
"And me and me, I can also play the flute. My sister and I will listen to your sermons together." The younger girl also giggled at Zhu Pingan.
The wind and moon by the Qinhuai River is not a good place to practice calligraphy. Zhu Pingan put away the brush and black board, put the copybooks and other things in his schoolbag, and crossed the two smiling girls on the other side of the river casually, and left the Qinhuai River.
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"Hey, that half-grown scholar, don't leave. You come to play with us."
The two girls behind him were smiling and moaning.
No wonder so many scholars fall into this kind of gentle and beautiful lady and forget about their life ambitions.
Ten miles away from Qinhuai, there are all gold and jade buildings. Zhu Pingan left the Qinhuai River with his schoolbag cross-body and a black wooden board, far away from the Qinhuai River, and walked slowly in other directions.
Not walking far, he saw a remote forest. Zhu Pingan walked into it with his schoolbag slung across his body, found a stone and sat down, took out the book he had copied a few days ago, and started reading quietly.
When the sun rose in the sky, Zhu Ping'an packed up his things again, slung his schoolbag across his body and walked towards the inn with the black wooden board under his arm.
There are many kinds of snacks in Yingtian, especially in the Qinhuai District of Confucius Temple where Zhu Pingan is now located. Snacks can be found everywhere, but the most delicious and cheap ones are the pot stickers that can be seen everywhere along the street.
Zhu Ping'an ordered a big meat pot sticker, and after the boss's persuasion, he also ordered a duck blood vermicelli soup, and ate it happily on the table facing the street.
After the big meat pot was put on the pot, Zhu Pingan took a bite while it was still hot. He may have bitten too much and the juice flowed down his fingers.
"Hahaha, this is your first time coming to Yingtian." An old man next to him said with a smile, and then he held the pot stickers with chopsticks and told Zhu Pingan, "Eating our Yingtian pot stickers is like eating soup dumplings. Chapter 1
If you bite too big, the juice will leak out; if you bite too hard, the juice will spurt out; if you bite too small, it won’t hide it well!”
"Oh, thank you for your teaching." Zhu Pingan took another bite of the pot sticker according to the old man's instructions, regardless of burning his mouth.
Salty and sweet, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, juicy filling... coupled with the duck blood vermicelli soup served by the pot sticker owner, it is really a feast for the eyes.
Pot stickers are a bit like dumplings, one portion is not much, and Zhu Pingan soon only had two left.
"Please, shopkeeper, give me another pot sticker." Zhu Pingan shouted loudly.
"Okay, sir, wait a moment." The storekeeper said with a smile, "The custodian has eaten this time, and he will come to eat a second time."
Before the second portion of pot stickers arrived, I heard a complaint.
"Oh, Brother Zhu didn't even call me when he discovered such delicious food."
Zhu Pingan turned around and saw the fat man Xue Chi running towards him. He still looked like a nouveau riche, with a big golden lock on his neck and two big daggers on his fingers that were dazzling.