Except that one day a man found me and asked him inexplicably if he was Zhu Ping'an. After receiving his affirmative answer, he forced himself a twenty-tael silver note.
The days in Huaining County are so ordinary: practicing calligraphy and reading in the morning, looking for a snack when returning from the street, trying to write eight-part essays on the Four Books and Five Classics every morning, and in the afternoon I will remember the Qing Dynasty eight-part essays that I have read and memorized in my previous life. Randomly pull out a few articles to study.
Time passed like this, and there were less than five days left before the boy's examination.
In the early morning of this day, Zhu Pingan was preparing to go out to practice calligraphy by the river as usual. When he was about to leave the inn, he was called from behind.
This familiar voice, without asking, was known to be uncle Zhu Shouren.
"Good morning, uncle." Zhu Pingan turned around and said hello.
"Why did Xie'er get up early this Sunday?" Uncle Zhu Shouren was walking among a group of students and asked in surprise when he saw Zhu Ping'an at the gate.
Why did I get up early today? Uncle Zhu Shouren's words left Zhu Ping'an speechless. How could I get up early today? I get up early every day. I was seen by you today, but usually you are still asleep.
"The exam is approaching and I feel uneasy. I got up early to find a secluded place to read." Zhu Pingan patted his schoolbag and replied.
The other students who were walking with the uncle laughed at the answer of Zhu Ping'an, a master in the woodshed who was bitten by a snake and heard the song of birds. This silly boy has exams in five days. He only started reading at this time. What eggs are used for.
"Brother Ang, let's go. Today, February 3rd, Wenquxing is born. All people in the world who have read poetry and books will go to the Confucius Temple to worship Wenquxing and pay high school incense."
Some students in the same class showed sympathy for Zhu Ping'an, a silly lad who was late and crammed. They saw that this young man who lived in a woodshed did not go to worship Wenquxing on the birthday of Wenquxing. Instead, he thought of cramming and watching jokes. , on Wen Quxing’s birthday, if you don’t go to kneel down and want to cram it, just wait to be kicked. He couldn't bear it, so he asked Zhu Ping'an to go to Wenchang Temple to offer incense and worship.
The eldest uncle Zhu Shouren also wanted to show his broad-mindedness in supporting the younger generation among the students, so he continued, "If you are reading a book and cramming the Buddha, you might as well go to the Confucius Temple and burn a stick of incense to soak up the blessings of Confucius and Wenquxing. Don't worry about money. Regarding the matter, this money was made by uncle with you."
Then Zhu Ping'an saw his uncle put five copper coins into his hand as if he was cutting flesh.
What about sending beggars away?
Zhu Pingan looked at the five cents in his hand dumbfounded. Ten thousand grass and mud horses were galloping. It was only five cents. Why did he say it so righteously? When did reading become cramming? When you go to the temple to offer incense and worship is the real cramming, right?
Then, Zhu Ping'an was coerced into the Confucius Temple by this group of students, and he had to solve the problem while walking.
In addition to the Confucius Temple, there is also the temple of Wenquxing. The red sun is rising, the temple is already filled with incense and people are talking about it. Ninety percent of the people are students and scholars. Just like before the annual college entrance examination in modern times, these students and scholars worship Confucius and Saints. Wenquxing regards it as a major event before the exam and prays that he can pass the boy exam in one fell swoop and honor his ancestors.
If there is incense in the Confucius Temple, temple blessings are indispensable, and if there are temple blessings, the activity of drawing lots to solve the problems is indispensable. After worshiping and attending high school incense, these students gathered around a few temple ministers who drew lots and asked about their future.
The temple Zhu dressed up as a virtuous man, wearing a robe and a mustache, holding his fingertips and chanting something.
Uncle Zhu Shouren drew a lot and spent a hundred cash to ask Miao Zhu to interpret the lot. After receiving the money, Miao Zhu pointed his fingers for a moment and said that the lot was the top one. All his wishes came true and he would definitely pass every exam. Uncle Zhu Shouren heard this. His face flushed, and he gave out fifty coins and temple blessings.
Damn it, you can give a random reward to someone who interprets the lotus ten times more than my own nephew. When you give it to me, it's like cutting a piece of meat. When you give it to the temple, you don't blink an eye.
Uncle, you are worthy of being an uncle.
Everyone accompanying him also congratulated uncle Zhu Shouren, as if he was already a high school scholar.
Others then drew lots one by one and paid hundreds of coins to interpret the lot. Most of them got the right or wrong lot, and they were all overjoyed.
Zhu Ping'an was with them. He only offered a stick of incense to Kong Shengren and Wenquxing. He stood at the end and had no intention of going to the temple to pray for the lottery.
The temple was about to collect money from the blessings. When I saw Zhu Pingan standing there motionless, I couldn't help walking up to Zhu Pingan with the merit box and shaking it.
The students stood aside with smiles on their faces, waiting to see how Zhu Pingan, a poor boy who lived in a woodshed, would respond.
"Master, it's great to be rich." Zhu Ping'an said with a naive smile. He had no intention of spending a hundred dollars to unravel the lottery. A hundred dollars would require Zhu's father to work hard for a whole day driving an oxcart. How could he be willing to spend a hundred dollars to listen to it? The temple wishes a nonsense word.
When Miao Zhu heard this, a black line appeared on his face.
"Rotten wood cannot be carved."
"Unfathomably stupid"
The onlookers responded with deep contempt and ridicule to Zhu Pingan's behavior. Wenquxing went to untie a lotus to give his boy a good sign, but this silly boy was so stingy.
Miao Zhu was also a well-informed person, so naturally he was not willing to suffer under Zhu Ping'an, otherwise how would he be able to do business in the future, so he twirled his beard and started preaching like a wise man:
"Signing money is like a fishing rod and a basket of fish. A fishing rod and a basket of fish. Which one do you choose?"
"I want a basket of fish." Zhu Pingan answered without thinking.
"Donor, you are superficial. It is better to teach a person to fish than to teach him to fish. Do you understand this principle? Once you finish eating the fish, it will be gone. With a fishing rod, you can catch many fish and you can use it for a lifetime! Wenqutica also... ..." Miao Zhu explained in a simple and concise way that it is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish. He will soon be signed, and I believe that this business will be settled again.
At this moment, Miao Zhu looked at the admiring eyes of the spectators and felt very proud. He was about to explain the truth behind the lottery and the money in one go. Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, he heard the fool in front of him speak.
"I want a basket of fish and sell it. I can buy a few fishing rods. I can keep one for myself and sell the extra rods to others..."
Wearing Taoist robes and having a profound expression on his face, Temple Zhu felt as if he had swallowed a fly... His inner thoughts at this moment must be: Immeasurable Heavenly Lord... You play, I don't want to talk to you.
"Sweeping the floor politely..."
"Rotten wood cannot be carved..."
The surrounding students began to criticize Zhu Pingan's behavior and words one after another, and were dissatisfied with Zhu Pingan's interpretation of classic sentences.
"What I said just now was all a joke. Ping An's words were nothing more than money." Zhu Ping'an was a bachelor at this time, and he explained to everyone without any embarrassment.
At this time, all the students are as if they want to swallow a fly. How can you admit so frankly that you are short of money? ;
