Standing outside the inn, looking at the bustling city of Nanjing, bustling with traffic, even the heavy rain did not make this huge city feel desolate for a moment.
Who could believe that this prosperous giant city would encounter inhuman massacre hundreds of years later.
The rise and fall, everyone is responsible.
Zhu Ping'an fixed his gaze, turned around with his luggage on his back, and walked into the inn in front of him. In the inn, there are a lot of diners, and the waiters and waiters are constantly coming and going. It is so busy that the innkeeper has taken advantage of it. On rainy days, some people are too lazy to go out.
Seeing Zhu Ping'an coming in with his luggage, the store clerk took the time to run over and said, "Do you want to stay in the hotel?"
"Stay in the hotel." Zhu Pingan answered while taking off his luggage.
Hearing this, the store clerk looked apologetic and said sheepishly, "I'm sorry, sir, but all the guest rooms in the store are full recently."
Well, this is not going to be the rhythm of letting me live in a woodshed again.
Zhu Pingan stopped unpacking his luggage and thought with some pain. Looking at the apologetic expression of the shop assistant, Zhu Pingan put his luggage on his back again and smiled innocently, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I'll go check out other inns."
Hearing this, the store clerk stopped talking.
"But what do you have to say?" Zhu Ping'an asked, looking at the constipated look of the store clerk.
"Recently, students have come to stay one after another. It's also rainy, and many merchants are lingering in the city. The inns nearby are probably full. Objectively speaking, if you want to stay, you have to try your luck in Nancheng.
Well, it seems like it’s really like living in a woodshed.
Zhu Ping'an held an oil umbrella and walked along the bluestone-paved road toward the direction of Nancheng pointed by the shop assistant.
The oil umbrella in Zhu Ping'an's hand was bought a few days ago. It has 21 ribs and an umbrella made of tung oil cloth on top. It is not as strong as modern umbrellas. If the wind is stronger, this umbrella will not be able to withstand it.
The city of Nanjing is so big. Zhu Pingan walked for a long time and asked passers-by, and found that he was still in Xicheng. Looking at his completely wet shoes and the green cloth robe that was so wet, he couldn't help but miss the modern buses. He also thought that if he expanded his father's bullock cart business and spread it to several big cities in the Ming Dynasty, he would definitely be able to make a lot of money.
After riding a kind-hearted old man's oxcart delivering wine to the south of the city, Zhu Ping'an finally arrived in Nancheng before dark.
Saying goodbye to the kind old man, Zhu Ping'an set out to walk in Nancheng.
The south of the city is more prosperous than the west city, but there is an added smell of wine and rouge. There is a river full of cruise ships nearby. The river water exudes the scent of girls' rouge. On the other side of the river, you can faintly hear the laughter of women, and from time to time, you can see men behaving obscenely. He crossed the bridge to the other side with an oil umbrella. After walking for a while, Zhu Pingan suddenly realized something.
Damn it, isn’t this the famous Qin Huai!
Among the males who went to the other side of the river, there were also students and scholars, and perhaps many of them were knowledgeable.
However, Zhu Pingan stood by the bridge and had no intention of crossing the bridge. On the stone bridge connecting the two sides of the Qinhuai River, there is a line of unclear limerick on it: A gentleman cannot cross the bridge; a gentleman cannot cross the bridge.
This sentence made Zhu Pingan quite emotional.
This Qinhuai River, which is not wide, has great ambitions on the left bank and snowy moon and wind flowers on the right bank.
In the wind and rain, Zhu Pingan suddenly turned around holding an umbrella and looked for an inn to stay on this bank. Pedestrians are constantly coming and going, and there are many restaurants and shops, but not many inns. Perhaps most of their business has been taken away by the popular places on the other side. They can not only sleep in but also warm the bed with beautiful girls, so how can they compete.
I asked two inns, but they were both full, and the housing supply seemed to be tighter than in Xicheng.
On the way to find the inn, I saw a majestic Confucius Temple, which corresponded to the romantic place on the other side of the Qinhuai River, which made me feel a little ridiculous.
Walking further, you will see a huge building complex built along the river, with four words "Jiangnan Gongyuan" written on it.
Well
This is the examination room for my upcoming college examination.
Jiangnan Gongyuan is here, no wonder many scholars and students just crossed the river.
Presumably, the banks of the Qinhuai River became prosperous because of the existence of Gongyuan and Confucius Temple.
Zhu Pingan asked three more inns in a row, and finally found a place to stay. It was not a woodshed, but it was not much better. It was the attic at the top of the inn, not the attic like Teng Wang, Huanghe, or Yueyang Tower. It is a sandwich room formed by the arched building above the inn.
However, Zhu Pingan is quite satisfied. The price of this loft is one dollar cheaper than an ordinary guest room. In addition, this loft has a large window. Although it is difficult to straighten up in some places, the space in the middle area is quite good. , it is bright with this big window, and the view is also good. Through the window, you can see the lights on the other side of the Huaihe River.
After putting the things in the attic, Zhu Ping'an changed into clean clothes and shoes and socks and went downstairs. He walked to the counter and called the shopkeeper to pay the month's rent.
This inn is close to Gongyuan, and most of its residents are students and scholars who come to take the college examination. Most of the people sitting in the lobby having dinner were students and scholars, laughing and chatting while eating and drinking, having a good time.
The attic upstairs was so cramped that if you accidentally bumped your head while living there, no one had ever lived there.
Now when these students and scholars heard that Zhu Pingan lived in this attic, they laughed secretly at Zhu Pingan. Someone kindly reminded Zhu Pingan that the cramped attic was very inconvenient.
"Although the room is cramped, it's expensive. It's a good omen." Zhu Ping'an explained casually. It was getting dark, so many inns were full, and it was almost time for curfew. Where to find it, and what about that room? I am quite satisfied.
As soon as Zhu Ping'an finished speaking, he heard a fat man slap the table and get up.
Nima, do you want to do it? Zhu Ping'an looked at the sound and saw that the person who stood up was a fat man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing brocade clothes, a gold lock hanging around his neck, and two fingers, one gold and one jade, with an excited look on his face. and remorse.
"Why didn't I expect that the higher one is in high school?" The fat man looked regretful, and then shouted to Zhu Pingan.
"Hey, brother, let's change rooms. You go live in my room. My room is very spacious. I'll live in your attic. I won't take advantage of you. I'll give you another tael of silver. Why? Sample."
And, that's not all.
In order to change Zhu Pingan's room, the fat man ordered a table of wine and food for Zhu Pingan. It was a sincere gesture.
It's hard to refuse such hospitality and be short-tempered, so Zhu Ping'an had no choice but to agree.
The fat man burst into tears of gratitude and immediately went upstairs to pack his things and move, fearing that Zhu Pingan would regret it.
Nima, is this all possible? !
The students and scholars who were watching were dumbfounded.
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