Standing outside the inn, looking at the bustling city of Nanjing, the traffic is bustling, even if the heavy rain does not make this giant city bleak for a moment.

Who would have believed that this bustling giant city would be slaughtered inhumane hundreds of years later.

The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband.

Zhu Ping'an firmed his gaze, turned around with his bags, and walked into the inn in front of him. In the inn, the diners are like clouds, the shop guys are constantly coming and going, and they are very busy, and the innkeeper has got started. On a rainy day, some people are too lazy to go out.

Seeing Zhu Ping'an coming in with his bags on his back, the store guy took the time to run over and greeted, "Is the guest officer sharp-eyed or staying in the hotel?" ”

"Stay in the hotel." Zhu Ping'an replied while unpacking his bags.

Hearing this, the shopkeeper looked apologetic and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry for the guest officer, but all the rooms in the shop have been full recently." ”

Well, this won't be the rhythm of letting me live in a firewood room again.

Zhu Ping'an stopped the action of unpacking his bag, thinking of it with some pain, looking at the apologetic expression of the store guy, Zhu Ping'an put his bag on his back and smiled, "It's okay, it's okay, I'll go to other inns to have a look." ”

Hearing this, the shop guy wanted to say goodbye.

"But what do you have to say?" Zhu Ping'an looked at the constipated look of the shop guy and asked.

"Recently, students have come to stay, and even rainy, merchants are also in the city, this nearby inn, I am afraid that it is already full, if you want to stay, I am afraid that you have to try your luck in the south city.

Well, it seems to be the rhythm of living in a firewood house.

Zhu Ping'an held an oil umbrella, and walked along the bluestone-paved road towards the direction of Nancheng pointed out by the shopkeeper.

The oil umbrella in Zhu Ping'an's hand was bought a few days ago, with twenty-one umbrella bones, and the umbrella surface made of tung oil cloth on the top, which is not as strong as the modern umbrella, and I feel that the wind is a little stronger, and this umbrella can't help it.

Nanjing City is too big, Zhu Ping'an walked for a long time and asked passers-by, and found that he was still in Xicheng, looking at the shoes that had been completely wet and the green cloth robe that was wet for a long time, he couldn't help but miss the modern bus. I also thought that if my father's ox cart business was expanded, he would definitely make a lot of money in these big cities in the Ming Dynasty.

After taking an ox cart from a kind old man to deliver wine to the south of the city, Zhu Ping'an finally arrived in the south of the city before dark.

Bidding farewell to the kind-hearted old man, Zhu Ping'an set foot in the south city.

The south of the city is prosperous and the west city is better, but there is a smell of wine and rouge, there is a river full of pleasure boats nearby, the sound of oars and lights, the river is thick but not greasy, the other side of the river can faintly hear the laughter of women, from time to time I see a male with an obscene face holding an oil umbrella across the bridge to the other side, walked for a while, Zhu Ping'an suddenly realized.

Nima, 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 full of wealth.

However, Zhu Ping'an stood by the bridge, but he didn't have the slightest intention of crossing the bridge. The stone bridge connecting the two banks of the Qinhuai River has a line of limerick poems that are not very clear: a gentleman is not a bridge, and a gentleman is not a gentleman when crossing the bridge.

This sentence made Zhu Ping'an quite emotional.

This Qinhuai River, which is not wide, has great ambitions on the left bank and snow and moon on the right bank.

In the wind and rain, Zhu Ping'an suddenly turned around with an umbrella and looked for an inn to shelter on this shore. Pedestrians come and go, there are a lot of wine shops, but there are not many inns, perhaps most of them have been robbed of business by the other side of the wind and snow, people can not only sleep but also warm the bed of beautiful girls, what to compete.

I asked the two inns, they were full, and the listings seemed to be more tense than in Xicheng.

On the way to find the inn, I saw a majestic Confucius Temple, which corresponded to the wind, flowers, snow and moon places on the other side of the Qinhuai River, which made me feel a little ridiculous.

If you go further, you will see a huge building complex built along the river, with four words written on it: "Jiangnan Gongyuan".

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This is my upcoming college examination room.

In the Ming Dynasty, the central government sent the school officials to inspect the provinces to preside over the school examinations, and the school officials were stationed in the places (generally provincial capitals, there are exceptions, such as Shuntian Xuezheng stationed in Tongzhou) The nearest prefecture and county, and the rest of the prefectures were examined in stages. Nanzhili is stationed in Yingtian. In this way, the school officials and the governors of the various prefectures took the test, and the ancient traffic was not good, and if the school officials were asked to run, there would not be enough time. One main game, one retest. It was revealed that it was "out of the case". Those who are admitted are students, sent to the government and county school palaces, called "admission", and receive monthly classes and examinations by instructors. Jiangnan Gongyuan was the county test site at the beginning, and it became the examination room for the hospital examination, the township examination, and the examination hall during the Hongwu period.

Jiangnan Gongyuan is here, no wonder many scholars and students have just crossed the river.

Presumably, the banks of the Qinhuai River also prospered because of the existence of the Gongyuan and the Confucius Temple.

Zhu Ping'an asked three inns in a row, and finally found a place to stay, not a firewood house, but it was not much better, it was the attic at the top of the inn, not an attic like King Teng, Yellow Crane, and Yueyang Tower, this was a mezzanine formed by the arched building above the inn.

However, Zhu Ping'an is still quite satisfied, the price of this attic is cheaper than an ordinary room per month, and this attic has a large window, although some places can not stand up to the waist, but the middle part of the area space is not bad, there is this large window is also bright, the view is also good, through the window you can see the lights on the other side of the Huai River.

Put the things in the attic, Zhu Ping'an changed into clean clothes and shoes and socks and went downstairs, walked to the counter to call the shopkeeper, and paid the room money for January.

This inn is close to the Gongyuan, and most of the people who live there are students and scholars who come to take the college exam. Most of the people sitting in the lobby for dinner are students and scholars, laughing and talking while eating and drinking, and they are happy.

The attic upstairs is cramped, and if you accidentally live on it, you will hit your head, so no one has lived in it.

Now these students and scholars heard that Zhu Ping'an lived in this attic, and secretly laughed at Zhu Ping'an, and someone kindly reminded Zhu Ping'an that the attic was cramped and inconvenient.

"Although the room is cramped, it is expensive, take a good omen." Zhu Ping'an explained indiscriminately, it's dark, I've found so many inns that are full, and it's almost curfew, where to find it, and I'm quite satisfied with that room.

As soon as Zhu Ping'an's words fell, he heard a fat man shoot the case.

Nima, what are you going to do? Zhu Ping'an followed the sound and looked, but saw that the person who took the case was a fat man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a brocade robe, a gold lock around his neck, and two wrenches with a gold and a jade on his fingers, with a look of excitement and remorse.

"Why didn't I think of it, high school, too." The fat man looked remorseful, and then shouted at Zhu Ping'an.

"Hey, this brother, let's change the room, you go and live in my house, my house is very spacious, and I live in your attic. I won't take advantage of you, I'll give you another tael of silver, how about it. ”

And that's not all.

In order to change the room for Zhu Ping'an, the fat man ordered a table of wine and food for Zhu Ping'an, which is called a sincere feeling.

It was difficult to be gracious, and the mouth of the cannibal was short, so Zhu Ping'an had to agree.

The fat man was grateful, and immediately went upstairs to pack up his things and move, lest Zhu Ping'an regret it.

Nima, it's all done?!

The onlookers were dumbfounded.

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