Whenever the witch makes noise on the bed and cannot be quiet, Zhu Ping'an will throw out a brain teaser, so that the witch's laughter cannot be heard for the rest of the day, and it seems that the whole person is not well. .
Why can't I answer a single question? But every time that kid tells me the answer, I feel like I'm enlightened. Several questions in a row made me doubt my life.
The witch was leaning on the bed, looking at the young man who was writing furiously under the afterglow of the setting sun, and had an indescribable feeling.
As the sun set, Zhu Ping'an finally wrote a policy essay and a four-book eight-part essay. He dried the ink and placed it on the corner of the table, together with the similar eight-part essay from the Qing Dynasty that he copied in his memory, leaving it for comparison in the evening. Research, study the strengths of the Eight-Part Number One Scholar in the Qing Dynasty, and carefully examine your own shortcomings in order to improve your writing ability. With my current level, it is probably no problem to pass the boy's examination, but if I want to pass the provincial examination, it may still be a little difficult, so I have to continue to work hard to improve.
In the evening, Zhu Ping'an left the room and brought back some stir-fried vegetables and cakes. After returning to the room, he divided the stir-fried vegetables and cakes into two portions, one for himself and the other for the enchantress.
"Why is there no wine?" The girl looked at the food that Zhu Pingan handed over and curled her lips. She flipped through the stir-fried vegetables with chopsticks but found no meat. She curled her lips even more. She looked up at Zhu Pingan and said sadly. , "Why do you treat patients like this when there's not even a piece of meat?"
"It's good to take some. Those medicines of yours have almost dried up my wallet." Zhu Pingan glanced at her, replied lightly, then lowered his head and continued to eat his own food, relishing it.
A female thief thinks that she is everyone's lady, even if she doesn't like this or that.
Zhu Pingan ate all the three cakes while cooking with gusto. The girl ate for a long time, but still had one cake and most of the vegetables left.
The cakes and vegetables were all bought with his own money. In line with the principle of not wasting, Zhu Pingan took the leftover cake from the demon girl and ate it in one bite. Finally, he burped, poured another cup of hot tea, blew it along the rim of the cup and drank it.
"Keke, you can really eat, you are a pig, right?" The girl held her chin and looked at Zhu Ping'an with a smile.
"I dare not share the same zodiac sign with you." Zhu Pingan replied lightly.
Ignoring the girl's subsequent reaction, Zhu Pingan put the dishes on the table back into the food box and carried them to the lobby. When he came back, Zhu Pingan brought back another quilt.
The girl blushed slightly when she saw this. Although she had been traveling in the world for many years, this was the first time she slept in the same room as a man. Even though the man was still a young man with no hair, it still made the girl feel a little red.
"You, you go to sleep on the ground." The girl said and sat down on the bed first.
"Otherwise, what do you think I'm doing with the quilt!"
Zhu Ping'an didn't even look at the girl who was fighting for the bed. He laid the bedding on the wooden floor. Fortunately, this was the second floor and there was a wooden floor. Otherwise, he would definitely not be able to bear the humidity in early spring.
After laying out the bedding, Zhu Pingan sat at the desk by the window, lit the oil lamp, picked up the wick with a needle, and placed it on the corner of the table. Then, he laid out a policy essay and an eight-part essay written by himself on the table. He also picked up a copy of the eight-part essay written by the number one scholar in the Qing Dynasty and studied it with interest in front of the oil lamp.
After comparative study for a while, I circled around my own strategies and the Four Books and Eight Essays, wrote and drew, and kept my insights for future use.
The girl on the bed was sleeping with her clothes on. She would open her eyes from time to time and glance at the young man who was reading at night. The hand hidden in the cup was holding a dagger...
She was still a little weak, and because she had just drank the medicine, she fell asleep not long after.
When she was alerted by the sound of clothes rustling, the girl on the bed opened her dark eyes vigilantly. She thought someone was trying to cause trouble while she was sleeping. She held the dagger tightly in her hand, ready to go, secretly blaming herself for being raped. The young man's politeness and diligence in spreading the floor and reading at night obscured his eyes, so he could not clearly see someone's sanctimonious virtue.
What caught the girl's eyes was that Zhu Pingan, who was neatly dressed, was putting on a cross-body schoolbag, methodically stuffing the books on the desk and a simple brush into the schoolbag, with a worn-out black board between his arms. , looking at him, it seems that he has done this kind of thing countless times.
It seemed like dawn had just broken outside the window, and through the window one could see the splash-like sky studded with a few sparse remaining stars.
"Why are you going?" The girl's voice was hoarse with the sound of awakening, becoming more and more seductive.
"Morning exercise." Zhu Ping'an didn't even raise his head, and concentrated on checking his schoolbag to make sure nothing was left behind before replying.
This man didn't even look back. He was really a piece of wood, which made him nervous all night long.
The girl watched Zhu Pingan disappear into the room with his schoolbag slung across his body and the black wooden board under his arm. He curled his lips at the closed door, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
In the early spring morning, the temperature is still slightly cold. The sky in the east has just turned white, and the air is full of the smell of morning sun. Everything is pure and refreshing, like a light ink painting. The ink painting is filled with the good smell of morning sun. fragrant.
Not far after leaving the inn, Zhu Ping'an saw three or five people supporting each other and stumbling from a distance. People from far away could smell the pungent smell of alcohol.
Nima, I asked why there was a smell on the street, it turned out to be the smell of wine! Zhu Pingan's face was dark.
"Xiao Cuihong had such a slim waist last night."
"Singing is good and living is good."
A few drunkards walked with crab steps and mumbled some heart-wrenching words.
When the three or five people came closer, Zhu Pingan was slightly surprised to find that he actually knew these people. The one walking with crab steps was his uncle Zhu Shouren. The puddle of meat on the other side, which was almost piled on the ground, was his uncle. The fat friend seemed to be drunk and unconscious at the moment. The other three were also students from his hometown, and they were all staggering and drunk at the moment.
"Good morning, uncle, good morning to all my uncles." Zhu Ping'an bowed his hands.
"Hey, this...isn't it a pig? Where are you going?" Uncle Zhu Shouren asked vaguely with his tongue hanging out.
Another fellow fellow countryman didn’t wait for Zhu Pingan’s answer, then he smiled and said, “I know, um, haha, I saw Pingan Lang going out when I got up at night the day before yesterday. When I got up and went outside to find some food, I saw Pingan Lang. We are eating delicious food at a stall, hehehe, Ping Anlang is probably greedy again."
"Haha..." The other drunkards burst out laughing after hearing this.
The pungent smell of wine, mixed with low-quality rouge and gouache, was so unpleasant that Zhu Pingan couldn't help but take two steps back.
"Brother An, you're so shy, haha..."
Several drunkards staggered around Zhu Ping'an with crab steps, and headed towards the inn with laughter.
Zhu Ping'an looked at their staggering figures with a look of sorrow on his face, not worth it for his family.
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