Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 265 City will play

  At dusk, in order to avoid violating the night ban, Wang Shizhen and Zhang Siwei went hand in hand, and made an appointment to lead Zhu Pingan to enjoy the capital in a few days.

  At this time, the number of people in the inn also decreased a lot, and those who remained were staying in the inn just like Zhu Ping'an.

  When Zhu Pingan was about to get up and go upstairs, the shopkeeper of the inn led the clerk over. The shopkeeper was an old man with long sleeves and a good dancer. He was about fifty years old and had a good conversation. He cupped his hands and apologized to Zhu Pingan:

   "This young master is an old man who is not effective in discipline and has offended him a lot. The old man has apologized to the young master on behalf of his boss. This kind of arrogant guy will be cleared out by the shop. We hope that you will be merciful by rectifying the rules of the shop."

As soon as the shopkeeper finished speaking, the shop assistant next to him hurriedly apologized to Zhu Pingan, his expression was like the end of the world, "Young master, you can't see Mount Tai with your eyes! Dog eyes look down on people, and you bumped into your master! There are a lot of young masters, Let me spare the little one this time~!~!~"

   Looking at the shopkeeper who bowed his hands to apologize, and the shop assistant who looked like the end of the world, Zhu Pingan was startled for a moment, then smiled and shook his head with the corners of his lips raised.

  The matter has passed, and I have not suffered a disadvantage, and there is a month of free board and lodging, how can I care about such a trivial matter. Looking at the look of doom on the shop assistant's face, he should probably remember the lesson of this time, why should he drive people to death.

  Therefore, Zhu Ping'an bowed his hands to return the gift from the shopkeeper, shook his head slightly and smiled indifferently, and let go of the shop assistant next to him who looked down on others.

   "Thanks to the blessing of your store, I have a safe place to live in. It's not too late to thank you for safety, so how can I offend you? As for this guy, a small punishment is enough. If you make mistakes in the future, it's not too late to be expelled."

  After hearing Zhu Ping'an's words, the clerk at the apocalyptic shop next to him heaved a sigh of relief. Looking up at Zhu Ping'an gratefully, she was ashamed and regretful.

   "The kindness of the young master is rare in the world."

  The shopkeeper looked at Zhu Pingan with a sigh, and said something very sincerely. If Zhu Ping'an's talent and knowledge shocked the innkeeper in the couplet just now, then at this time, Zhu Ping'an's personality once again shocked the innkeeper.

   "Thank you, son. If you didn't intercede for you, the old man will drive you out of the store." The shopkeeper turned his head and reprimanded the shop assistant next to him.

   "Thank you so much, my lord. The little one will definitely change his past. The young master is very kind, and the little one will make a grass knot, and never forget it."

  The store clerk blushed, looked at Zhu Pingan with shame, and was very grateful for Zhu Ping'an's generosity.

   "The customer is the Jade Emperor, don't do it again in the future."

  Zhu Pingan shook his head indifferently, patted the shop assistant on the shoulder, and said something.

  The customer is Jade Emperor. After hearing this sentence, the eyes of the shopkeeper on the other side lit up, as if he was quite touched, and then looked at Zhu Ping'an. Even more respectful.

  Zhu Ping'an also spoke to the shopkeeper for him because he saw that the shop assistant had regrets. Zhu Pingan's tolerance for people is not unprincipled accommodation, let alone the compatibility of good and evil. Instead, unify tolerance for others with criticism of mistakes, if the other party is stubborn. I don't tolerate and condone myself.

  After this incident, the shop assistant seemed to be a different person. After leading Zhu Pingan to the room, he immediately went downstairs to fetch a bucket of hot water for Zhu Pingan, and sent it to Zhu Pingan's room.

  As soon as Zhu Ping'an entered the room, he couldn't help admiring the generosity of the inn.

  This room can be compared to a modern five-star hotel. There are three suites in a huge area. The decorations inside are extremely luxurious. Potted plants, rockery waterfalls, and glazed oil lampshades make the whole room very tasteful. In addition to the gorgeous decoration, the room is also very comfortable to live in. The living facilities inside are very complete, including tables, chairs, beds, cabinets, etc., and there is even an independent shower room inside.

   Another point worthy of praise is that the room is as warm as spring. It is still freezing cold outside at this time, but it is warm and very comfortable in the room. The room may be a hidden earth dragon between the walls, so the room is so warm as spring. Zhu Ping walked leisurely to the balcony, and sure enough, he saw a small chimney made of glazed tiles protruding from the top of the outer wall, the location was quite hidden. It really is Dilong, the owner of this inn is really willing to spend money. Earth dragons are not so easy to set up, and burning charcoal is also expensive. Except for high-ranking officials and dignitaries, even ordinary wealthy people don't have earth dragons.

   City will play!

   However, very satisfied.

  Zhu Ping'an finished shopping around the room in satisfaction, and took a hot bath to wash away all the dust and dust along the way. After soaking in the bath, I feel refreshed all over, and then I changed into thinner clean clothes, took out the books, pens and inks I brought in the bag, put them on the desk, and put them away neatly.

   Then, I turned on the oil lamp, sat at the desk by the window, laid out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and recorded my recent experiences in a thin book. This has become a habit.

  After writing what he had seen and heard, Zhu Pingan opened the Analects at random, found a sentence from it, and tried to break the topic and write an eight-legged essay. I have been in Daming for a long time, and I am familiar with the style of stereotyped prose. The more I do stereotyped prose, the better I can do it. Pick up the pen and grind, finish writing an stereotyped essay within the time, and then carefully study the written stereotyped essay with a lamp, and carefully revise its shortcomings.

   By the time this stereotyped article was revised and perfected, the entire capital had been shrouded in boundless silence and darkness.

   Turn off the lights and go to sleep, have a good night's dream.

  The next day it was still dark, around six o'clock, Zhu Ping'an got up, washed up, carried his schoolbag across his shoulders, and went downstairs with a black wooden board in his arms. He left the inn and walked along the street. The night ban was over at this time, and the night ban regulations of the Ming Dynasty were very clear. The night ban began when the evening drum was struck at three o'clock in the morning, and the night ban ended when the morning drum was sounded at five o'clock. At five o'clock, that is, around 5:10 Beijing time.

  It was still dark outside. In this season, the capital didn’t get light until around seven o’clock. But even though the sky was not bright at this time, there were already many people on the street outside. Zhu Pingan walked forward aimlessly with a cloth bag on his shoulders and a black wooden board between his arms.

  Turning left and turning right, I somehow came to West Chang'an Avenue, which is close to Xiyuan. Most of the people who live on this street are high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

  At this time, the eastern sky is reddish and black, and the sky is gradually brightening, but the visibility is still not great.

  A hazy red dot appeared in front of Chang'an Street, and five or six rays of light appeared, coming from south to north. When the nearby people saw the bright light, they consciously moved to the side of the street to avoid it. Zhu Ping'an was also pulled to the side of the road by an old man with a white beard.

  The red light gradually approached, only to find that there were six big red lanterns.

  Six red lanterns surround a sedan chair covered by curtains carried by eight people. On both sides of the sedan chair are guards standing with swords, and on both sides of the sedan chair are two maids holding red lanterns.

  Zhu Ping'an narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the ostentatious sedan chair slowly approaching.

When he was approaching Zhu Ping'an, Zhu Ping'an heard an old man coughing from inside the sedan chair. After the cough, he saw a maid holding a lantern naturally stretched out her jade hand and opened the curtain on the side window of the sedan chair. Bend your knees, and the noodles rise forty-five degrees.

  Almost at the same time, half of the old man's face was exposed from the side window of the sedan chair, with very benevolent eyebrows.

   Then, there was a sound of spitting.

As if coordinating tens of thousands of times, the maid outside the sedan chair raised the flour noodles at 45 degrees, lightly opened her vermilion lips, and then put the old man's thick spittle into her mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp, lowering her eyebrows and smiling as if there was nothing .

  Then the curtain was closed, and the sedan chair continued to move forward. The set of movements was very natural, as if the scene just now was very ordinary.

   This scene appeared too suddenly, without any precautions, it came into the sight of Zhu Pingan on the street, and Zhu Pingan retched in response.

  A sword-carrying guard standing beside the sedan chair heard the sound and gave Zhu Pingan a hard look, his eyes full of warning, and then continued to move forward with the sedan chair.

   Really Nima, the city can play!

  Zhu Pingan looked at the sedan chair going away, and in his heart, ten thousand mud horses roared past.

  (end of this chapter)