Come on, what does this mean? If you tell those connotative jokes in modern times, they won't be able to send you to the official.
The scheming girl, the steamed bun maid and others were ashamed and angry, and they all complained.
However, this also gave Zhu Ping'an some time to choose books. He generally scanned the row of books and selected two books. One was a collection of Zhu Ziguan's insights from reading the Four Books and Five Classics. The other is a collection of eight-legged essays, which are all classic eight-part essays circulated in this dynasty. In ancient times, the examination papers were sent back to the individual after completing the imperial examination, so these classic eight-part essays were also circulated. No matter which of these two books, Zhu Pingan wanted to take them back and copy them slowly. But due to the rule that you can only choose one to take back, I don't know how to choose.
"It's okay if you choose two books, but you have to tell us about the Demi-Gods and Dragons that you didn't finish when you left."
When Zhu Ping'an didn't know what to choose, Baozi's maid spoke under the hint of the sinister girl.
Zhu Ping'an naturally would not refuse.
So they took out peanuts, melon seeds and other snacks and sat in a row. Especially the sinister girl Li Shu asked the little maid and others to bring the seafood chilled in ice here, and then brought the small iron stove over and put the expensive Yinshuang in it. Charcoal was put in it and grilled seafood was cooked on the spot. After the silver frost charcoal is lit on fire, there is no smoke. The barbecue made with this kind of charcoal is not smoky and burns, and the taste is natural, pure and mellow. It attracts Zhu Ping'an who is sitting not far away and talks about Tian Long Ba Bu. .
Naturally, the scheming girl took the opportunity to make fun of her for being useless.
"You're really worthless, your voice is mixed with saliva!" The dark-hearted girl glanced at Zhu Ping'an and said with an angry smile. Then she waved her hand as if giving alms and asked Hua'er, the steamed stuffed bun maid, to choose a plate of seafood that had been tested and give it away. Go to Zhu Pingan.
The bun maid chose a small plate and sent it to Zhu Pingan. She seemed to still have the resentment from the Mulan allusion just now. She glared at Zhu Pingan and put the Xiaodie seafood on the desk in front of Zhu Pingan with force, her voice still a little bit loud. He pretended to be powerful and said, "I'm really giving you an advantage. This silver frost charcoal and seafood were just sent by the master for Miss. They just arrived today. I'm really giving you an advantage."
"Talk too much!" the scheming girl said angrily, stopping the maid's mischievous behavior and not letting her continue talking. She looked at Zhu Ping'an arrogantly and said, "Hurry up and wipe your saliva. Your voice mixed with saliva is disgusting. died."
Zhu Ping'an looked at the plate of fragrant seafood in front of him and was a little surprised. This was all fresh seafood preserved in ice. He never thought that he could eat seafood in a mountain village. It seemed that the dark girl was also arrogant all day long. It's not without reason. I heard that Mr. Li has been making a lot of money outside by joining some Huizhou merchants in the salt, rice and silk tea business. I didn't expect that he was so generous. In order to satisfy his little daughter's appetite, he would give up money regardless of the cost. People use ice to transport seafood from the coast.
I thought I was just a rich man, but now it seems that I may have underestimated him far. In this era, the benefits of salt and iron are beyond your imagination.
The Ming Dynasty was an important period for the formation and development of salt merchant capital. According to records: With the help of the policy of "calling merchants to transport grain and delivering salt" implemented by the Ming government in the third year of Hongwu (1370), the salt merchants of the Ming Dynasty ushered in their heyday, and the momentum of salt development was unstoppable. The most important One of the most famous salt merchants is an Huizhou merchant, and the "big merchants" and "shangjias" among the Hui merchants are usually salt merchants. The activity scope of ancient Huizhou merchants happened to include this area. It seems that this is how the Li family's wealth came about.
I didn't expect that the pot-bellied rich man was actually a salt merchant. He was quite low-key and dormant in the mountain village. He must have learned lessons from Shen Wansan's experience.
However, it has nothing to do with me.
Zhu Pingan picked up a piece of grilled squid dipped in seasonings. It was not smoky and retained the original deliciousness of the seafood. The texture was just right. Coupled with the aroma of the sauce, the taste was simply outstanding.
"That's enough. If you don't tell me, I'll kick you out. I'll never let you in again." The dark-hearted girl saw Zhu Ping'an eating a piece of grilled squid. She couldn't stop thinking about it. She looked like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world. As if, he couldn't help but say with disdain.
I am really impatient. Food requires patience. Every piece of meat has its own temper.
Under the urging of the sinister girl, Zhu Pingan started talking again.
Every character in "Tian Long Ba Bu" is extremely outstanding, and the plot is one peak after another. This time, Zhu Ping'an directly told the story of the battle in Shaolin Temple. Qiao Feng fought one against three and displayed his unparalleled magical power. Incisively and vividly.
After listening to this plot, the sinister girl was so overwhelmed that she couldn't let it go.
"That's all for today, I have to go back and review my books." After Zhu Pingan said that, he got up and went to the door to register, then said goodbye and left.
"Don't go, it's behind you."
"That's right, it's still early. Let's talk more."
The old ladies and little maids who were listening with interest began to ask for her to stay, but Zhu Pingan just turned around and smiled, saying we would talk about it next time, and left.
When I got home, it wasn't long before I made dinner. My mother, Chen, was already making preparations. My eldest brother, Zhu Pingchuan, also came back from the mountain, bringing back two hares, a small half basket of fungus, bamboo shoots and other delicacies from the mountain.
Back in the room, Zhu Pingan laid the borrowed books on the table by the window, prepared pens, inks, paper and inkstones one by one, and carefully copied them word for word.
The first thing to copy was the classic eight-part essay handed down in the contemporary era. During the copying process, one could also feel that the eight-part essay of the Ming Dynasty was still slightly inferior to the eight-part essay of the Qing Dynasty. After all, the eight-part essay of the Qing Dynasty had been in use for hundreds of years. Well, in the Ming Dynasty it was only a little over a hundred years old. The Ming Dynasty was vigorous and the Qing Dynasty was even more mature.
When I finished copying the third article, I heard the sound of bells coming from outside, and Zhu's father also drove the bullock cart back.
As luck would have it, my mother, Mrs. Chen, also happened to prepare dinner.
The dinner was very sumptuous. Mother Chen even caught Zhu Pingan and fed him for a while, as if she really wanted to make Zhu Pingan fat with just one meal. Chicken, rabbit and fish were all piled up in the bowl in front of Zhu Pingan. Got to be full.
After dinner, Zhu Ping'an wanted to help his mother wash the dishes, but Mr. Chen kicked him out in the name of being a gentleman away from the kitchen.
Zhu Ping'an was driven out here, and Zhu's father, who was spending the night in the yard, was caught and brought in to wash the pots.
"Isn't it true that a gentleman is far away from the kitchen?" Zhu's father's aggrieved voice came from the kitchen.
"Young master, what kind of gentleman do you think you are? I'm just asking you, Zhu Shouyi, or not?" My mother, Ms. Chen, started the Hedong Lion's Roar in the kitchen.
"Huh." Father Zhu replied simply and neatly.
Then came the sound of mother's low laughter.
Zhu Pingan was listening outside the kitchen, unable to complain: What a fancy show of affection!
After returning to his room, he lit the oil lamp and started copying books. The neat regular scripts seemed to come alive under his pen and were arranged on the rice paper. It looked very pleasing to the eye.
The moon was in the middle, the night was deep, and there was silence everywhere. Zhu Pingan packed up his desk, turned off the oil lamp and fell asleep.
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