Chapter 80： you play

Chapter 80 You play

Except that one day a person found me and asked me if I was Zhu Pingan for no reason, and after getting my affirmative answer, I forced myself a silver ticket of twenty taels of silver.

The days in Huaining County are so ordinary: practicing calligraphy and reading in the morning, looking for a snack when returning from the street, trying to write stereotyped essays on the Four Books and Five Classics every morning, and writing stereotyped essays from the Qing Dynasty that I have seen and remembered in my previous life in the afternoon Wen randomly dug out a few articles for study.

Time passed by like this, and there were less than five days left before the boy's trial.

In the early morning of this day, Zhu Ping'an was preparing to go out to practice calligraphy by the river as usual, but was stopped by someone from behind as he was about to leave the inn.

This familiar voice, without asking, knew it was the uncle Zhu Shouren.

"Good morning, uncle." Zhu Ping'an turned around and said hello.

"Why did you get up early this day?" Uncle Zhu Shouren was walking among a group of students and asked quite unexpectedly when he saw Zhu Pingan at the gate.

Why did I get up early today? Uncle Zhu Shouren's words left Zhu Ping'an speechless, I didn't get up early today, I get up early every day. Today I was seen by you, usually you are still asleep.

"The exam is approaching, and I feel uneasy, so I got up early to find a secluded place to read." Zhu Pingan patted his schoolbag and replied.

The other students who were walking with the uncle laughed at Zhu Pingan's answer, the woodworking master who was bitten by a snake and heard birds singing. What's the use of eggs.

"Let's go, brother Ang. Today, February 3rd, Wenquxing was born. People who have read poetry all over the world will go to the Confucian Temple to pay homage to Wenquxing and go to high school."

Some of the students in the same class expressed sympathy for Zhu Pingan, a silly boy who was behind the times, and saw that this young man who lived in a firewood house did not go to worship on Wenquxing's birthday, but instead thought about doing it temporarily, just to see a joke , Wen Quxing's birthday, if you don't kneel down to worship and still want to hold Buddha's feet, you wait to be kicked. Yu couldn't bear it, so he asked Ping An to go to Wenchang Temple to offer incense and worship.

The uncle Zhu Shouren also intended to show his mind to support the younger generation among the students, so he opened his mouth and said, "Now that you are reading a book and hugging the Buddha's feet, why not go to the Confucius Temple to burn a stick of incense and get the blessings of the Confucius and the Wenqu Xing. Don't worry about money." For the matter, the money, uncle will pay with you."

Then Zhu Ping'an saw that the uncle put five copper coins into his hand as if cutting flesh.

What about dismissing the beggars?

Zhu Pingan looked at the five cents in his hand dumbfoundedly. Ten thousand grass mud horses were galloping, and it was only five cents. Why did he say it so righteously? When did reading become crouching, and when you go to temples to offer incense and worship is the real crouching, okay?

Then, Zhu Ping'an was dragged into the Confucius Temple by this group of students, and had to solve the problem while walking.

In addition to Confucius Temple, there is also a temple of Wenquxing. At the dawn of the red sun, the temple is already full of incense and people talking about it. Ninety percent of the people are students and scholars. Just like before the annual college entrance examination in modern times, these students and scholars pay homage to Confucius and Wen Quxing regards it as a major event before the exam, and prays that he can pass the boy's exam in one fell swoop and honor his ancestors.

Confucian temples have incense, temple blessings are indispensable, and temple blessings must draw lots. After worshiping and attending high school, these students circled around a few temples that drew lots and asked about their future.

Miaozhu dressed up as a Taoist master, wearing a robe, with a mustache, pinching his fingertips and muttering words.

Uncle Zhu Shouren drew a lot and spent a whole hundred renminbi to ask Miaozhu to release the lottery. Miaozhu took the money and pinched his fingers for a moment and said that the lottery was the best lottery, that all wishes come true, and that every exam must be passed. Uncle Zhu Shouren heard the words His face was flushed, and he dispensed another fifty Wen coins and temple wishes.

Nima, the people who gave the lottery to anyone who solved the lottery were ten times more than my own nephew.

Uncle, as expected of an uncle.

Everyone in the entourage also congratulated uncle Zhu Shouren, as if the uncle had already been a scholar in high school.

Others then drew lots one by one, and paid a hundred words to solve the lottery.

Zhu Ping'an was with them. He just put a stick of incense on Confucius and Wenquxing, and stood at the end without going to the temple to congratulate the lottery.

Miaozhu money collection is on the rise. Seeing that Zhu Ping'an was standing there still, he couldn't help but walk up to Zhu Ping'an with the merit box and shake it.

All the students stood aside with smiles, waiting to see how Zhu Pingan, a poor boy living in a firewood house, would respond.

"Master, it's great to be rich." Zhu Ping'an said with a simple smile. He didn't mean to spend a hundred coins to solve the lottery. One hundred coins would require Zhu's father to drive a bullock cart all day. How could he be willing to spend a hundred coins to listen to it? The temple wishes nonsense.

Miao Zhu heard a black line on his face.

"Dead wood cannot be carved"

"Insanely Stupid"

The onlookers responded with deep contempt and ridicule to Zhu Ping'an's behavior. Wen Quxing unwrapped a lot in front of him, trying to give his boy a good omen, but this silly boy was so stingy.

Miao Zhu is also a well-informed person, so naturally he is not willing to suffer from Zhu Ping'an, otherwise he will continue to do business in the future, so he twirled his beard and preached like a master:

"Signing and money are like a fishing rod and a basket of fish, a fishing rod and a basket of fish, which one do you choose?"

"I want a basket of fish." Zhu Pingan replied without thinking.

"Donor, it's superficial. It's better to teach a person to fish than to give him a fish. Do you understand this truth? After you eat the fish, it will be gone. You can catch a lot of fish with the fishing rod, and you can use it for a lifetime! Wenqu stick." Miao Zhu In a simple and concise manner, he stated the truth that it is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish, and he is about to be signed, and I believe this business is in order again.

At this moment, Miao Zhu looked at the admiring eyes of the surrounding audience, and was very proud of himself, and was about to show the truth of lottery and money with all his might. Unexpectedly, before I finished my words, I heard the stupid young man in front of me speak.

"I want a basket of fish and sell it. I can buy some fishing rods. I keep one for myself, and I can sell the extra fishing rods to others."

Wearing Taoist robes, Miao Zhu with a dignified face seemed to swallow a fly. At this moment, his inner thoughts must be: Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, you play, Pindao doesn’t want to talk to you.

"Sweet and sweeping the floor."

"Dead wood cannot be carved."

Students around began to criticize Zhu Pingan's behavior and words one after another, dissatisfied with Zhu Pingan's interpretation of the classic sentences.

"What you said just now was a joke. Ping'an's words are nothing more than that, just because he has a lot of money." Zhu Ping'an is also a bachelor at this time, and he is not at all embarrassed to explain to everyone.

At this time, it’s like the students want to swallow flies. How can you admit that you have a lot of cash?

(end of this chapter)