At this time, Zhu Ping'an's luggage had not been opened yet. He had just changed his clothes, so it was very easy to move it.
But when Zhu Pingan put his luggage on his back and pushed open the attic door, the fat man was already standing outside the door happily holding a big baggage, followed by two shop assistants who were also holding things and looking at him with puzzled faces. Looking at the fat man next to him.
"Oh, brother, you really keep your promise." The fat man said and squeezed in with the big baggage in his arms, as if he was really afraid that Zhu Pingan would regret it.
After the fat man entered, he shouted, "It's good, it's good. It's really high." He seemed very satisfied.
Zhu Ping'an was also very satisfied with Fatty's room. The superior guest room was even more spacious than Fatty described, about thirty square meters, which was considered very good in an inn. The furnishings in the room were also very elegant and tidy, especially Zhu Pingan is most satisfied with the desk.
On the desk, a couple of broken pieces of silver were placed on a raft with flying dragons and phoenixes, with four words on it: I am grateful.
Why does it feel like Fan Wei?
Back in the inn lobby, the waiter had already served the table of food that the fat man had ordered for Zhu Ping'an, exuding a burst of aroma.
At this time, the fat man also came downstairs. When he saw Zhu Pingan, he couldn't help but thank him, and then pulled Zhu Pingan to sit on the table of ordered meals, very enthusiastically.
"Thank you for your kindness, it's all in the meat." The fat man said, opening his cheeks and taking a bite of chicken drumsticks, making a snapping sound when tearing apart.
The people around him looked sideways.
With this eating appearance, no wonder no one was sitting at the same table with this fat man just now. Zhu Ping'an smiled slightly and was not polite. He picked up a steamed dumpling and swallowed it gently with a look of enjoyment. The steamed dumpling fell into the whole In the mouth, only the aroma is left in the mouth, chest and abdomen, and then I close my eyes and savor it.
When it comes to eating, we have never been intimidated by anyone. Without this confidence, how can we dare to call ourselves foodies?
Damn it. It’s a big meat dumpling in one bite!
Ever since, the people around him who had just looked at the fat man began to look at Zhu Ping'an again.
They have similar smells.
Everyone looked sideways and defined the two of them.
If you bite a chicken leg, I'll have a salted duck; if you eat a crab, I'll have a shrimp...
After eating to their heart's content, the two of them raised their heads from between the cups and plates, looked at each other and smiled. It felt a bit like meeting a close friend after a thousand cups of wine.
"I am Xue Chi from Bozhou, Fengyang Prefecture. My cousin is called Qianwen. Yes, I am relying on me to avenge my shame. Really, I took the exam for eighteen years and failed to pass the exam. My grandfather gave it to him. I was not convinced by the donation of a prison student, so I was born. Even with this name, my cousin changed completely, making me embarrassed to say hello to people in the academy. My dad is really like that, he presses all the time. I was reading a book, and you said it would be great to donate a prison student to me. I don’t agree with anything... Oh, by the way, I dare to ask you what you call me." The fat man put down the crab in his hand and wiped his mouth. Asked, this fat man is also a talkative. Although his words are full of nouveau riche feelings, people can feel that this man is enthusiastic.
Zhu Ping'an swallowed a mouthful of lobster, took a sip of tea, and said with a slight smile, "Zhu Ping'an of Xiahe Village, from Anqing Prefecture, doesn't have a nickname yet."
"Well, remember, we will get closer and closer in the future. Oh, by the way, have you heard of me? He is from our Bozhou; Cao Cao and Cao Mengde are also from our Bozhou; the miracle doctor Hua Tuo must have heard of it, then They are from our Bozhou; not to mention the eighteen horses that our Taizu took from Bozhou, Duke Xu, Duke Feng, Duke Qian..." The fat man stretched out his oily hands and foamed at the mouth, as if he Those people in his mouth seemed to be his relatives.
This is a man of temperament.
Zhu Ping'an raised his head rarely from the food room and added, "Zhong Ling Yu Xiu, a good place."
When the fat man Xue Chi heard this, he grinned happily, like a bulldog.
Thanks to the fat man Xue Chi, Zhu Ping'an has a round belly when he goes upstairs. He can spit out lobster or crab meat if his posture is wrong...
When I walked upstairs, it was already dark, and if I didn't light an oil lamp, I couldn't see.
After Zhu Pingan went upstairs, he lay on the bed and squinted for a moment. When his stomach was no longer so full, he got off the bed, opened his bag, took out his schoolbag wrapped in oilcloth, and turned to the desk.
Shuzhuo is from Huanghuali, with a strong Ming Dynasty style, simple yet exquisite. The desk was next to the window. Zhu Pingan placed the oil lamp in front of the right side of the desk, laid out pen, ink, paper and inkstone, then opened the book and randomly found a sentence from "The Great Learning", trying to write an eight-legged essay based on the topic.
The wind and rain outside were beating against the windows, and the constant sound of rain reached my ears, just like the rhythm of the rain on a single loop in a modern player.
Zhu Pingan dipped his hand at his desk and dipped his pen in ink, letting a wisp of ink fragrance pass through the window and wander in the sky. After writing an eight-part essay, Zhu Ping'an read it several times and found out two places that were not smooth. After repeated revisions, he polished the rough parts just right.
At this time, the sound of the watchman's watch could be heard. It was the third watch.
The lights are on at three o'clock and the chicken is on at five o'clock, which is when men are studying. Having said that, we must balance work and rest. The three major points are eleven o'clock. It's time to go to sleep. If you don't have enough energy, how can you continue to work hard tomorrow?
Just when Zhu Ping'an was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard the sound of reading loudly outside the window, piercing the wind and rain.
How should I put it, it makes people have the urge to open the window and yell.
"Isn't it a pleasure to learn and practice it from time to time?"
"Isn't it a pleasure to learn and practice it from time to time?"
...
I shouted N number of times in a row, and all your sister heard was the same nine-character sentence. The single sentence was played in a loop, but your voice was not that good. There is no one who only reads one sentence!
"Mother, if your mother is not happy, why don't you drown yourself? Your son is not a beast, how can he howl in the middle of the night!"
A certain bad-tempered scholar couldn't help but opened the window and shouted into the room where the sound of reading came from.
The translation is, you mother, you are so unhappy, why don’t you pee and look in the mirror, are you a human being or not a beast, howling in the middle of the night!
Then it became quiet outside, except for the sound of rain.
It was finally time to go to sleep. Zhu Pingan put out the oil lamp, walked to the bed with the light of lightning, took off his clothes, and fell asleep beautifully.
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