When Zhu Ping'an learned that Li Shu had stripped off the red paper that wanted to climb into bed and forced him to kneel down two doors, he was still a little surprised by Li Shu's approach, although this approach was unexpected and reasonable.
thing.
This is the Ming Dynasty in feudal society, not the modern era of freedom, democracy and equality. In feudal society, you have to follow the survival rules of feudal society. Maid girls are at the bottom of feudal society. If you want to change your destiny, there is nothing wrong with it. Climbing on the bed is also one of them.
It is a method, and it is a high-return investment, but high return means high risk. The stock market has risks, and investment needs to be cautious. When you choose to crawl out of bed, you have to accept the risks brought by crawling out of bed.
I understand the truth, but why do you have to strip it naked?!
In this kind of feudal society, it is a bit excessive to strip girls naked and make them kneel in front of everyone. Even a beating or a heavy punishment is better than this. To say the least, at least leave three fig leaves.
Maybe they even knew it in advance.
But considering Li Shu's past behavior, it's not surprising that she would do something like stripping her naked and forcing her to kneel down.
"Speaking of which, how about keeping a fig leaf?" Zhu Ping'an looked at Li Shu and said.
"She's the kind of person who is shameless, so she has to be stripped naked to show her shame!" Li Shu said, giving Zhu Ping'an a hard look and looking up and down, "What's the matter, are you pitying the beauty?"
"I'm so sorry." Zhu Ping'an curled his lips, then looked at Li Shu for two seconds, imitating Li Shu's movements, looking up and down at Li Shu, and raised the corners of his lips, "What's the matter, are you jealous?"
"Jealous?"
Li Shu seemed to be caught off guard when she heard the words, her cheeks suddenly turned crimson, and the book she was holding in her slender hands trembled. But the next second, her little mouth pouted, and then she rolled her eyes heavily and let out a sneer like a lark.
, "It's so funny. Who would be jealous of a stinky toad like you?"
"Then it's over. How can I show pity to someone I've never met before?" Zhu Ping'an shrugged and said calmly.
"Who knows what you are thinking." Li Shu said angrily.
Forget it, it's all over, it's useless to say more.
It was now past noon, and the girl with the red paper was handed over to the eldest lady. It was useless to suggest any three-point postures, four-point postures, etc. to Li Shu. I thought that after the red paper was handed over to the eldest lady, even though she was punished,
It is inevitable, but there should be no such thing as being stripped naked and punished by kneeling down.
Therefore, Zhu Pingan did not continue on this topic. It was time to get up after sleeping in bed for a long time.
"Excuse me, you two, I'm going to get up." Zhu Pingan slightly arched his hands on the bed.
"Who cares about you?" Li Shu yelled and led the little maid Baozi out of the room.
After Zhu Ping'an watched Li Shu and Baozi's little maid leave the room, he opened the quilt, changed his clothes, and got out of bed to wash up. After washing up, the feeling of hangover disappeared, and his whole body instantly felt full of blood and resurrected.
The same, long-lost spirit.
It was now past noon. After washing, Zhu Pingan felt a little hungry in his belly. When he was about to go out to find some food, he saw Li Shu and the little maid Baozi came to the door again. The little maid Baozi still had a bag in her hand.
Got a food box.
"Uncle, it's time to eat." The little maid Baozi put the food box on the table as if she was offering a treasure.
"Thank you very much."
Zhu Ping'an thanked Li Shu and the little girl Baozi, and then opened the food box without ceremony and started to enjoy it. The food this time was generally light, and there was also a bowl of rice porridge. Although it was light, it still tasted very good.
"How does it taste?" Li Shu couldn't help blinking when she saw that Zhu Pingan was eating so well and asked with interest.
"The porridge and side dishes are all so delicious. The level of the cooks in your family has improved again."
Zhu Ping'an swept all the vegetables from the plate into his belly, not even missing the last vegetable. Then he wiped his mouth slightly and gave a thumbs up. He was full of praise for today's lunch.
"You have a good sense." Li Shu seemed to be in a much better mood, "My cook is unique, and no one else has this good fortune."
After lunch, Li Shu led the little maid Baozi back to the backyard, saying she wanted to see how her aunt had disposed of the red note.
Zhu Ping'an, who had eaten and drank enough, sat at his desk and started practicing calligraphy after Li Shu and the little maid Baozi left. In a few days, it will be the palace examination. The palace examination and the provincial examination are different. The provincial examination will be the examination.
After the exam, someone will re-copy your test paper and send it for review. Anyway, it will be re-copied, so the quality of your handwriting is meaningless. But the palace exam is different. After you finish answering the paper,
, there is no copying process, and your original paper will be reviewed directly. Therefore, in the palace examination, your font is particularly important.
The most important thing in practicing calligraphy is persistence. Although your calligraphy has long since advanced from the beginning to the state of perfection, practicing calligraphy is still indispensable. Practicing calligraphy is like sailing against the current. If you don't make progress, you will retreat. There is no end to learning, and the same is true for practicing calligraphy. Zhu Ping'an every day
If you insist on practicing calligraphy, you will always improve over time. When practicing calligraphy this time, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but recall the handwritten plaque written by Yan Song he saw at He Niantang Pharmacy last time. Yan Song was not good at it, but the font
However, it cannot be said that he is as graceful as a jade dragon and has a strong sense of integrity. There is even a sense of awe-inspiring righteousness in his font.
A famous traitor in Qing Dynasty has a righteousness in his handwriting, which is a bit incredible. Now think about it, the words people often say are like the person they are, and they probably can only reflect the mental state of the person who writes them.
It is said that before Yan Song died, he wrote fourteen words with great difficulty: "Serve the country with loyalty throughout my life, and let others tell me right and wrong when I die." Then he passed away. Probably in Yan Song's heart, he still believed that he was an upright man from beginning to end.
He must be a loyal minister and a gentleman. Yan Song's self-righteous mentality must have given his words a sense of righteousness.
Thinking of this, Zhu Ping'an suddenly realized something. He started writing in thick ink, and the three characters "He Niantang" appeared on the rice paper one by one. They were seventy-nine similar to the plaque of He Niantang.
Sure enough.
Zhu Ping'an smiled when he looked at the handwriting he had imitated, and then continued to practice calligraphy. He wrote the three characters He Nian Tang five times in a row. By the end, these three characters were ninety percent similar to the He Nian Tang plaque.
Similar in appearance and similar in spirit.
It was an unexpected surprise that I realized the skill of imitation by accident.
Zhu Ping'an burned the rice paper he used to imitate Yan Song's calligraphy, and then started practicing again. This time he did not imitate Yan Song's calligraphy, but tried to incorporate the awe-inspiring righteousness of Yan Song's calligraphy into his own calligraphy, so that
My calligraphy has become flesh and blood, and after having the aura to ride the wind and waves, it also carries a sense of awe-inspiring righteousness.
He couldn't stop writing and writing. It wasn't until a boy came over to report that Mr. Zhang Siwei and Mr. Wang Shizhen, who had visited Zhu Pingan last time, were waiting outside the door, that Zhu Pingan stopped writing.
After thanking the visitor, Zhu Ping'an washed his hands and walked out of the room. After thinking about it, he turned back, put the fat duck money bag in his arms and walked out the door. (To be continued.)