Striking while the iron was hot, Zhu Ping'an sat on the edge of Taihu Lake and carefully flipped through the calligraphy given by the old man after the old man left.

When I first opened this notebook, I only glanced at it, and I felt like a lonely boat in the sea riding the wind and waves, and every word was as vivid as a mirror image. Zhu Ping'an leaned against the stone, and while studying carefully, he stretched out his fingers to figure out the structure of the pen

Before I knew it, the sky was already bright, and the fisherman's horn in the lake came from afar.

Zhu Ping'an looked up at the sun rising in mid-air, and his stomach made a gurgling sound at the right time, so he was reluctant to accept the copybook, got up and put the copybook in his schoolbag, packed up his things, and walked towards the inn with the black plank.

When passing by the street, I was attracted by the smell of a shop that made "Micha Meat" snacks, so I went to the store with a black wooden board, asked the owner for a Micha Pork and a bowl of rice porridge, paid and sat in the store and waited patiently.

It didn't take long for the store to send a steaming Micha meat, Zhu Ping'an tasted it, regardless of the hot mouth, his index finger moved, the Micha meat made by the store was crispy, the taste was fragrant and fresh, and the Micha powder absorbed the oil with a special aroma, and it was not greasy.

"Shopkeeper, please make another one, pack it and take it away." Zhu Ping'an called the store and paid again.

"Okay, I'll make it for my son when he eats seventy or eighty percent, and it'll be hot when he takes it home." The shopkeeper took the money and said very considerably for Zhu Ping'an.

"There's work over there." Zhu Ping'an nodded with satisfaction.

"Childe is polite." The shopkeeper laughed and went to entertain other diners.

Zhu Ping'an sat on the table and savored the Micha meat, occasionally drinking a sip of hot porridge, and really had a feeling of not envying the mandarin ducks and immortals.

Just as Zhu Ping'an was enjoying breakfast, several diners dressed as businessmen entered the store, looking angry, and after each of them asked for a piece of rice cha meat and a few seasonal side dishes, they began to discuss with righteous indignation.

"Those slaves are coming to the coast to infest again!"

"Who said no, the last time was a few years ago, these pickles that should be killed, I received a message from the flying pigeon this morning, only to know that two carts of raw silk were robbed, and even the store guys had two people who were almost poisoned!"

"I'm still better, I was sick for two days on the way to the carriage and horses, and I happened to hide from it, hey, these small countries should really be killed by the king."

The diners eating at the table next to them asked with concern where they had suffered from the Japanese invaders.

"This time it's Suzhou Mansion, the same as Nanzhili, our Anqing Mansion is far away from the sea, it's a good place, to tell you, those Japanese slaves are bald and barefoot on the plank, talking birds, fierce and vicious, eating human flesh raw, especially love to eat people's hearts and liver"

"Although there are not many Japanese slaves, they are ruthless, the chickens and dogs are not left, and they scrape the ground, which is really miserable."

The diners listening next to him couldn't help but gasp, secretly glad that they were in Anqing Mansion, if it was Suzhou Mansion, I was afraid that it would be bad luck.

Hearing this, Zhu Ping'an couldn't eat anymore! A sense of depression stirred in my heart, and it was difficult to dissipate for a long time.

Wokos, devils, almost forgot about these scum! Chop Pieces!

The Ming Dynasty was one of the greatest dynasties in Chinese history. Like all great dynasties, she had her own problems, her own troubles. That's the Wako. From the Hongwu year to the Wanli period, the plague of the Japanese was almost uninterrupted. Especially in the Jiajing period that I am in now, it was a period when the Japanese were rampant.

At this time, during the Warring States period of Japan, which had been chaotic for more than 100 years, wars were burning everywhere, no one could find peace, the countryside was barren, and the corpses were everywhere. The wanderers who lost their homes like wild dogs, the homeless people who had no food to grow and no fish to fight, and the scoundrels who had lost their lives, set their sights on the rich China on the other side of the sea, and one by one the Japanese ships set off!

During this period, the pirates were frustrated warriors, ronin, and exiles from Japan, and of course, there were also pirate groups and smuggling groups along the coast of our country who were involved in them, and they formed pirate groups that often infested China's southeast coast. In the middle of the period, they raided the southeastern coastal areas of China on a large scale, and the people in the coastal areas of Zhejiang, Shandong, Fujian, Guangdong and other provinces were ravaged by the Japanese pirates, and this plague lasted for decades.

Zhu Ping'an's hatred for the Japanese is far beyond the people of this era, they have only experienced the Japanese invaders, and no one knows the heinous sins committed by the small country of Yuer in the land of Shenzhou hundreds of years later, and even the description of the beast is an insult to the beast.

Now after hearing the news that the Japanese are wreaking havoc on the coast, Zhu Ping'an can hardly hide the indignation in his heart, and almost has an urge to abandon his pen and follow Rong. But thinking that he was just a weak scholar, he was powerless, and he was afraid that abandoning his pen and following Rong would only add a bloody mark to the sword, so he extinguished this thought.

Thinking about it, what about scholars, they can also strategize, the pen is like a sword, and they have a thousand years of accumulation, and they have the experience of Qi Jiguang, Yu Dayou and the national heroes who have accumulated with blood more than 100 years later.

platform, I need a platform, I am just a mountain village fart now, even if I have ambition and experience, I have nowhere to put it into play.

As a result, the idea of the imperial examination is even worse, the title of the gold list, the black yarn is overwhelming, and the coastal side, even if it is a county, must do its best to kill the slaves who come to commit crimes, and shelter the hard-working and kind people.

After eating in a hurry, take away the Micha meat packed by the store, leave in a hurry, and arrive at the inn at one o'clock in the morning, so that you can read more books for a while, and the title of the gold list will have more confidence.

When he was about to arrive at the inn, Zhu Ping'an met Tongcheng Xia Luoming, Susong Feng Shanshui and others, these people were gorgeously dressed and holding folding fans, all of them were chic and good.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's early." Zhu Ping'an said hello from afar.

Tongcheng Xia Luoming only bowed slightly, but did not speak.

"Oh, it turned out to be Brother Zhu Xian, uh, Brother Xian, this is another place to buy food" Su Song Feng Shanshui returned the salute, and saw the Micha meat in Zhu Ping'an's hand with sharp eyes, and couldn't help but order, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The people who traveled with him naturally remembered the title of Zhu Ping'an's rice bucket, and some people couldn't help laughing.

"After the exam yesterday, it's rare to relax, why don't you go to Jingxian Tower with us to drink a few glasses of thin wine." Su Song Feng Shanshui opened his mouth and invited.

"I won't bother, I still have food in my hands." Zhu Ping'an shook the Micha meat in his hand and said with a smile.

"In that case, then we will leave it at that." Su Song, Feng Shanshui and others gave their hands and left.

Zhu Ping'an also made a gesture of please, watching Xia Luoming, Feng Shanshui and others laugh and talk all the way to the Jingxian Tower, as if they had never heard of the news on the street about the invasion of Suzhou Mansion by the Japanese Invaders.

Back at the inn, Uncle Zhu Shouren and others in the lobby were also drinking and laughing at a table, Zhu Ping'an didn't disturb them, carried Micha meat through the lobby, and walked to the residence.