Rise From the Humble

The blood color of the setting sun faded away, and the dusk gradually soaked the sky and the earth. Zhu Pingan walked slowly towards the inn.

There are still many snacks on the street with bursts of fragrance, and the shops take advantage of the last period of time before the night ban to do more business. The night ban regulations in the Ming Dynasty were clear: at 1 o'clock and 3 o'clock, the evening drum was sounded, and no travel was allowed; after the 5 o'clock morning bell was rang at 3 o'clock, traffic was not allowed to pass; those who walked on the street at the second, third, and fourth o'clock were beaten forty times. ; Those who commit night crimes after the first watch ban and shortly before the fifth watch ban will be beaten thirty times; disease, childbirth, death and death can pass. Of course, there are policies and there are countermeasures. You have a curfew to block the roads, right? Then I will not come back when I go out in the evening. Slip away in the bushes and fight guerrilla with you. In addition, the night ban is only for the inner city, and the outer city is relatively more relaxed.

When passing by a snack, Zhu Ping'an was attracted by the alluring fragrance.

"Fried whitebait is here. It's delicious and not expensive. You can order some." The owner of the store is a young couple, and the man greeted him in front of the stall.

In front of their stall, there is a bucket of alive and kicking whitebait. The body is translucent. The small whitebait has a soft shape. The front part is nearly cylindrical and the rear part is flat. The head is long and flat; the bones on the top of the head are very thin and translucent, and the shape of the brain can be seen from the outside. When Zhu Ping’an came to Anqing Mansion, he also heard the name of whitebait many times. It is said that this kind of fish can only live for one year. From time to time, they would bump into stones, intentionally hitting them with their stomachs until their stomachs rotted and eggs flowed out. After the eggs were born, the whitebait died because of the belly bumping.

The whitebait is wrapped in flour and fried, and of course there are other seasonings, you can’t see it. The fried whitebait is golden in color and exudes a tempting fragrance.

"Can I have a taste?" Zhu Pingan stopped and asked.

The store used actions instead of words, brought a plate of freshly fried whitebait and a pair of chopsticks, and handed it to Zhu Pingan with a confident smile on his face.

Added one with chopsticks, blew it a little, put it in the mouth, the taste buds are full of tenderness, crisp, refreshing, fragrant, soft and boneless, and the appetite can't help but be whetted.

"Well, it tastes great, give me one, er, two, please wrap it up for me." Zhu Pingan put down his chopsticks, returned the plate to the store, and nodded with satisfaction. I was going to order one, but I remembered the greedy vixen at home, so I changed my mind and ordered two.

"Okay, young master, wait a moment." The store owner warmly greeted Zhu Ping'an to sit down for a while.

Soon, the two servings of fried whitebait were wrapped in a rough paper, tied with a rope, and handed to Zhu Pingan.

Zhu Pingan took two servings of fried whitebait, asked the boss the price, then counted 20 Wen from his pocket and handed it to the boss.

The boss took the money and said, "Young master, if you like it, you might as well come back next time. In addition, we also have self-brewed 'Taihu Sealed Vat Wine'. Whitebait is the best wine."

Zhu Pingan thought about it for a while, and remembered that the vixen at home had been yelling for days without wine and meat, and that the exam went well, so why not just satisfy her at once, so Zhu Pingan paid for it. Qian carried the "Taihu Sealed Wine" made from glutinous rice in a small altar shop, and bought five meat buns, two bowls of rice porridge, and a plate of crispy side dishes in a food box in the lobby of the inn, and brought them back together. Room.

As soon as I opened the door of the inn, I saw the demon girl rushing over like a wolf and snatching the lunch box from Zhu Ping'an's hand, just like a hungry person.

Zhu Pingan was stunned for half a second before he could react. On the opposite table, the witch was already sitting on the table, taking small bites but quickly began to eat. A fried whitebait, a small mouthful of meat buns, and a mouthful of Taihu Lake. Sealing wine in a vat can be said to be like wind and clouds.

"As for it, there used to be a meat dish every day." Zhu Ping'an closed the door and said lightly.

"Spell? You caught it lightly." The demon girl had food in her mouth, and her words were a little unclear. She took a sip of wine and swallowed the food, and repeated what she said just now, "As for it, you said it lightly, I will I haven't eaten all day, and your damn uncle has been eating and drinking with a few sour scholars at the entrance of the lobby since early in the morning, and it's daytime, and I can't jump out of the window and walk on the roof! Try not eating or drinking for a day!"

Well

All right

Zhu Ping'an was also relieved.

The girl ate a deep-fried whitebait, two meat buns, half a pot of wine, and only drank half a bowl of porridge with side dishes before she started to burp.

Zhu Pingan swept all the rest of the food into his stomach without rushing, except for the remaining Taihu wine in the vat, at this time Zhu Ping'an was not much better than the demon girl, the food in the examination room was hard to swallow, and the dinner was too much. I didn't eat it, so three taels of meat buns and these meals only made Zhu Ping'an feel 90% full.

"Seeing that you bought these delicious foods, you must have done well in the exam."

After drinking and eating, the demon girl held her chin with a smile and watched Zhu Pingan clean up the dishes, and asked with a coquettish smile.

"Just don't fail the ranking." Zhu Pingan said after packing all the dishes into the food box without looking up.

"You scholars just don't feel happy, just be good, and you have to say something so that you won't fail the ranking, and you will not be aggrieved or aggrieved." The girl smiled and said.

Hearing this, Zhu Pingan raised his head and glanced at the girl, and said with a faint smile, "You just have prejudice against us. If I was full of confidence just now, you would say that we scholars are the most arrogant."

"Is there something wrong?" The girl asked back with a smile while holding her cheeks.

This is the ancient version of angry youth, Zhu Pingan did not continue to argue with her, after packing up the things, he returned the food box to the inn. After returning to the inn, Zhu Ping'an lit the oil lamp, picked up the wick, and carefully read the yellowed manuscript. Although the questions of the Four Books and Five Classics are well established today, it can be seen that the questions of the Four Books are becoming more and more tricky. As long as you have a thorough understanding of the Four Books and Five Classics, you will be able to handle every trick with ease.

"You can't rest for one night, regardless of whether people can eat or not!"

The girl leaning on the bed originally thought that Zhu Ping'an would rest for at least one night after the exam, and she would also have a good night's sleep. She didn't expect to go to bed, and this person turned on the lamp to read at night again, and she couldn't help but pouted and blamed.

It's just that the words came out of the mouth of the witch, and when people heard such strange things in their ears, they stopped for a night, regardless of whether they could bear it or not.

However, Zhu Ping'an has long been used to it, and is used to the occasional one or two irritating words from the witch.

"By the way, your injury is almost healed, it seems that you are almost gaining weight." Zhu Pingan said lightly while tidying up the desk. It's not time to move.

"Oh, it hurts, my internal injury seems to have flared up again, I have to sleep quickly to recuperate." The demon girl moaned coquettishly on the bed, then pulled the quilt to "rehabilitate".

In the dead of night, the only sound in the room was the occasional flipping of books. The girl on the bed had already fallen asleep, and the hand under the quilt had long since lost the dagger.