At this time, Zhu Ping'an's bags had not yet been opened, and he had just changed his clothes, so it was very easy to move.

However, when Zhu Ping'an put his bags on his back and pushed open the attic door, the fat man was already standing outside the door with a big burden, and the two shopkeepers next to him were also holding things, looking at the fat man next to him with a puzzled expression.

"Oh, brother Tai really keeps his promise." The fat man squeezed in with a big burden as he spoke, as if he was afraid that Zhu Ping'an would regret it.

After the fat man entered, he shouted that it was good, and it was really high, and he seemed to be very satisfied.

Zhu Ping'an is also very satisfied with the fat man's room, the first-class room, more spacious than the fat man's description, about more than 30 square meters, in the inn is very good, the room furnishings are also very elegant and tidy, especially the desk is the most satisfying to Zhu Ping'an.

On the desk, a couple of broken silver pressed a raft of dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, with four words on it: grateful.

How can there be a feeling of Fan Wei.

Back in the lobby of the inn, the shop guy had already served all the meals that the fat man ordered for Zhu Ping'an, exuding bursts of aroma.

At this time, the fat man also came downstairs, and when he saw Zhu Ping'an, he couldn't stop thanking him, and then pulled Zhu Ping'an to sit on the table of ordered food, very enthusiastic.

"Great grace is not grateful, everything is in the flesh." The fat man said, shaking off his cheeks, it was a mouthful of chicken legs, and there was a snapping sound between tears.

provoked the surrounding people, a sideways look.

Zhu Ping'an smiled slightly, and he was not polite, he sandwiched a steamed dumpling, inhaled it gently, and a thick aroma echoed in his mouth, and then opened his mouth, and a steamed dumpling fell into his mouth.

When it comes to eating, we haven't scared anyone, how dare we call a foodie without this confidence.

Nima. It's just a big meat dumpling in one bite!

So, the people around him who had just looked sideways at the fat man began to look sideways at Zhu Ping'an again.

It smells the same.

Everyone looked sideways and defined the two.

You have a bite of chicken legs, and I'll have a saltwater duck; If you have a whole crab, I'll have a shrimp

After eating, the two raised their heads from between the cups and plates, looked at each other and smiled, which was a bit of a feeling of having a thousand glasses of wine with a confidant.

"I'm Xue Chi from Bozhou, Fengyang Prefecture, the table turned over, that's right, my Lao Tzu relied on me to turn over and be ashamed, really, my Lao Tzu didn't get admitted to Xiucai for 18 years, or my grandfather donated a prison student to him, my Lao Tzu was not convinced, so I was born, this name is forgotten, the table word is turned over as a whole, so that I am embarrassed to see people in the academy to say hello. My Lao Tzu is really, forcing me to read books all day long, you say how good it would be to donate a prison student to me, I don't agree with anything, by the way, dare to ask Brother Tai what to call it. The fat man put down the crab in his hand, wiped his mouth and asked, this fat man is also a talkative, although the words are full of nouveau riche feelings, but people can feel that this person 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 Mansion, there is no word yet." ”

"Well, remember, we have to be closer and closer in the future. Oh, by the way, have you heard of Lao Tzu, that's from our Bozhou; Cao Cao Cao Mengde, that is also our Bozhou people; The divine doctor Hua Tuo must have heard of it, that is our Bozhou; Not to mention the eighteen horsemen that our Taizu took away from Bozhou, Xu Guogong, Feng Guogong, and Qianguo Gong" The fat man stretched out his hand and foamed at the mouth, as if the people in his mouth were his relatives.

This is a man of temperament.

Zhu Ping'an raised his head from the food room rarely, and echoed the sentence, "Zhong Lingyuxiu, 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 eats a round belly, and when he goes upstairs, he is shy on his stomach, and he can spit out lobster or crab meat if his posture is not right

Walking upstairs, it was already night covering the world, and if you didn't light the oil lamp, you wouldn't be able to see your fingers.

After Zhu Ping'an went upstairs, he squinted slightly on the bed for a moment, and when his stomach was not so supportive, he got off the bed, opened his bag, took out his schoolbag wrapped in oilcloth, and turned around and came to the desk.

Shuzhuo is Huanghuali, the table legs are made of thick round wood, outwardly skimmed, and the side feet are obviously divided, except for the yang line on the edge of the tooth strip, the rest is not carved, with a strong Ming style. The desk was by the window, Zhu Ping'an put the oil lamp in front of the right side of the desk, laid out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, opened the scroll and found a random sentence from the "University", trying to break the topic and compose an eight-strand essay.

Outside, the wind and rain are knocking on the window, and the incessant dripping sound comes into the ears, like the rain rhyme of the single cycle in a modern player.

Zhu Ping'an dipped his pen in ink, and let a wisp of ink fragrance pass through the window and wander in the sky.

Eight strands of composition, it is not easy. Eight shares: the meaning of the text is rooted in the topic, the measures are like policies, the theory is like the theory, the material is like Fubo, and the law is like poetry. Under a certain number of words, a certain structure, a certain syntax, the number of sentences, the four groups in the middle of the strict battle, and other restrictions, write eight strands that imitate the tone of the ancients, and have new ideas, in thousands of new articles outside the ready-made eight-strand essays, only then can there be the hope of showing talents, lifting people, and jinshi in the exam, and only with such a level can you be qualified to take the exam, which is even more difficult.

After writing this eight-strand article, Zhu Ping'an studied it several times, found out two of the places that were not very smooth, and repeated several scrutiny before polishing the unsmooth places just right.

At this time, the voice of the husband and the other man has already come, and the third watch has come.

The lights of the third watch and the fifth watch of the chicken are when the boy is studying. Having said that, it is also necessary to combine work and rest, and the three greater bodies are eleven o'clock. It's time to sleep, don't keep your spirits up, and how to continue to work hard tomorrow.

Just as Zhu Ping'an was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard the sound of reading aloud outside the window piercing the wind and rain.

How to say it, it makes people feel the urge to open the window and scold.

"It's a pleasure to learn and learn."

"It's a pleasure to learn and learn."

I've shouted n times in a row, and all your sister's words are nine words in this sentence, and a single sentence is played in a loop, and the sound is still good for your sister. How can anyone read only one sentence!

"Mother, Cheng Bi Niang's displeasure, why not drown in yourself, the son is not a beast, how can you howl in the middle of the night!"

A certain hot-tempered scholar opened the window and faced the room where the sound of reading came.

Translated, your mother's, it's really unpleasant, why don't you pee and look in the mirror, you are a human being, not a beast, howling Nima in the middle of the night!

Then it was quiet outside, except for the sound of rain.

Finally went to sleep, Zhu Ping'an extinguished the oil lamp, walked to the bed by the light of lightning, took off his clothes, and fell asleep beautifully.