Ying Tian was so generous. When Zhu Pingan woke up in the morning, he found that the rain outside the window had stopped, and the eastern sky was reddish, as if the sun was about to rise.
Today's morning is particularly precious. It has been raining continuously for more than a month, and today it is finally going to clear up.
Zhu Ping'an got dressed, washed a little, put the linen, bamboo tube, copybook and calligraphy brush into his schoolbag, as well as a book he had just copied at home some time ago, slung the schoolbag across his body, and went out with a piece of black board between his shoulders. opened the door.
Zhu Pingan was not the only student and scholar in the early days. There were also several students and scholars whom he did not know who had already gotten up and opened the window, or were reading in the morning with a scroll or reading by the window. Of course, morning reading was not like the wolf howling last night. The kind that makes people accept it. When he saw Zhu Pingan going out with a strange cloth bag and a black wooden board slung across his body, he looked slightly sideways and was a little surprised. Zhu Pingan said hello with a naive smile. These students and scholars were slightly surprised and nodded in response.
The overall feeling of the college examination is that it is at a higher level, and the overall quality of the candidates is also a level higher than that of the county examination and the government examination. It is not as mixed as the previous two times. After all, those who can take the college examination have obtained the title of child student. At least there are two brushes.
After leaving the inn, Zhu Pingan walked all the way towards the Qinhuai River. I didn't feel it yesterday evening, but today, standing on the bank of the Qinhuai River, I was shocked by the prosperity of Qinhuai, which is ten miles away. Ten steps to the first floor, five steps to the pavilion, row upon row, full of tourists, it is beautiful.
It has been rainy in recent months, but with rare sunny days, the other side of the river has also become lively.
On the other side of the river, there are girls chasing and playing with their skirts in hand, there are girls who sing slowly in Wu language while washing, and there are also shrewd girls who scolded the young master on the boat after being teased... She has fallen into the world, but there are more girls than ordinary girls. Got some freedom.
"The beautiful land in the south of the Yangtze River, the imperial state of Jinling" is true.
Zhu Ping'an found a relatively secluded river bank, wiped the bluestone slab with the torn linen cloth in his schoolbag, then sat down on his own, took out his copybook and other items, and placed the black wooden board on a high stone step. He leaned over and poured a bamboo tube of Qinhuai water. After reading the calligraphy for a while, he rolled up his sleeves and started practicing calligraphy with his wrists hanging.
When Zhu Ping'an was getting up to practice calligraphy, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl with a ponytail came from the other side of the river. She was pretty and well-dressed. When she was bending down to wash her handkerchief by the river, she suddenly noticed On the other side of the river, Zhu Pingan was practicing calligraphy on a black wooden board while soaking in the river water.
The girl stared at Zhu Ping'an who was practicing calligraphy, giggled, turned her head and stretched out her little hands and exclaimed, "Sister, come and see, there is a half-college student on the other side of the river dipping in the river water to practice calligraphy."
Hearing the sound, a 16-year-old gauze girl walked up to the girl. She glanced at Zhu Pingan and couldn't help but giggle.
"Hey, that poor scholar, look here, look here quickly, giggle, why are you using our foot-washing water to practice calligraphy..." The older gauze girl made a trumpet shape with her hands and looked towards Zhu Pingan shouted, and then chuckled.
It seems that I won’t be able to practice calligraphy here anymore. I’ll find another place tomorrow.
Hearing this, Zhu Pingan stopped writing, glanced across the river, then lowered his head and continued practicing calligraphy.
"You're such a scholar, why are you reading so much into a dog's belly? You're so rude. My sister is talking to you." The younger girl stood up for her sister and pointed at Zhu Ping'an with her slender little finger.
Zhu Pingan turned a deaf ear and continued to practice his calligraphy.
"Hey, scholar, are you deaf or mute?" the older gauze girl asked with a smile, "Why are you so silent?"
"Believe it or not, I will go across the river to argue with you..." Seeing that Zhu Pingan still ignored him, the older Qingsha girl added with a smile.
"Yes, that's right, cross the river..." The younger girl also giggled and echoed.
"Don't look at anything inappropriate, don't hear anything inappropriate, don't say anything inappropriate, don't move anything inappropriate..." Zhu Pingan shook his head and said calmly.
The two girls on the other side, one big and one small, heard this and couldn't stop giggling.
"Hey, he is still a sour scholar..."
"My teeth are so sore, cluck..."
After laughing, the older girl pursed her lips at Zhu Ping'an and smiled charmingly, "Hey, that sour scholar, why don't you come to my room and give me a sermon today? I'll play the flute with you. Yeah, you can also watch the mandarin ducks by the window."
"And me and me, I can also play the flute. My sister and I will listen to your sermons together." The younger girl also giggled at Zhu Pingan.
The wind and moon by the Qinhuai River is not a good place to practice calligraphy. Zhu Pingan put away the brush and black board, put the copybooks and other things in his schoolbag, and crossed the two smiling girls on the other side of the river casually, and left the Qinhuai River. .
"Hey, don't leave that half-grown scholar. You come to play with us."
The two girls behind him were smiling and moaning.
No wonder so many scholars fall in love with such a gentle and beautiful lady, forgetting their life's ambitions.
Ten miles away from Qinhuai, there are all gold and jade buildings. Zhu Pingan left the bank of the Qinhuai River with his schoolbag cross-body and a black wooden board, away from the bank of the Qinhuai River, and walked slowly in other directions.
Not walking far, he saw a remote forest. Zhu Pingan walked into it with his schoolbag slung across his body. He found a stone and sat down. He took out the book he had copied a few days ago and started reading quietly.
When the sun rose in the sky, Zhu Ping'an packed up his things again, slung his schoolbag across his body and walked towards the inn with the black wooden board under his arm.
There are many kinds of snacks in Yingtian, especially in the Qinhuai District of Confucius Temple where Zhu Pingan is now located. Snacks can be found everywhere, but the most delicious and cheap ones are the pot stickers that can be seen everywhere along the street.
Zhu Ping'an ordered a big meat pot sticker, and after the boss's persuasion, he also ordered a duck blood vermicelli soup, and ate it happily on the table facing the street.
After the big meat pot was put on the plate, Zhu Pingan took a bite while it was still hot. He may have bitten too much and the juice flowed down his fingers.
"Hahaha, it's your first time in Yingtian, young man." An old man next to him said with a smile, and then he held the pot stickers with chopsticks and told Zhu Pingan, "Eating our Yingtian pot stickers is like eating soup dumplings." If the bite is too big, the juice will leak; if the bite is too hard, the juice will spurt out; if the bite is too small, it won’t hide it well!”
"Oh, thank you for your teaching." Zhu Pingan ignored the burning of his mouth and took another bite of pot stickers as the old man taught him. The filling was delicious and juicy, and paired with the duck blood vermicelli soup served by the pot sticker owner, it was really a feast for the eyes.
Pot stickers are a bit like dumplings, and one portion is not much more. Zhu Pingan soon had only two left.
"Please store, please give me another pot sticker." Zhu Pingan shouted loudly.
"Okay, sir, wait a moment." The storekeeper said with a smile, "The custodian has eaten this time, and he will come to eat a second time."
Before the second portion of pot stickers arrived, I heard a complaint.
"Oh, Brother Zhu didn't even call me when he discovered such delicious food."
Zhu Ping'an turned around and saw Fatty Xue Chi running up to him. He still looked like a nouveau riche, with a big gold lock on his neck and two big daggers on his fingers that were dazzling.
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