Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 99 Little Peach Red Last Night

Whenever the witch made noises on the bed and couldn't be quiet, Zhu Pingan would throw out a brain teaser, so that the rest of the day couldn't hear the witch's laughter, it seemed that the whole person was not well .

  Why can't I answer a single question, but every time the kid gives the answer, it always makes people feel enlightened. Several questions in a row made some doubts about life.

  The demon girl leaned on the bed, looking at the young man who was shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, and felt an indescribable feeling.

As the sun was setting, Zhu Pingan finally wrote a policy theory and a four-book eight-legged essay, dried the ink, and put it on the corner of the table, and put it together with the similar Qing Dynasty stereotyped essay in the memory of the copy, and left it for comparison in the evening Research, study the strengths of the eight-legged champion essay in the Qing Dynasty, and carefully examine your own shortcomings, in order to improve your writing ability in the eight-legged essay. With my current level, it is probably no problem to pass the boy's examination, but if I want to pass the provincial examination, I am afraid it will still be difficult, so I have to continue to work hard to improve.

  In the evening, Zhu Pingan left the room and brought back some fried vegetables and cakes. After returning to the room, he divided the fried vegetables and cakes into two portions, one for himself and the other for the witch.

"Why is there no wine?" The girl looked at the food delivered by Zhu Ping'an, curled her lips, and casually flipped through the stir-fried vegetables with chopsticks, but found no meat. Her mouth curled even more. She looked up at Zhu Pingan, and said sadly , "Why do you treat patients like this without a piece of meat?"

   "It's good to eat some, your medicines almost dried up my wallet." Zhu Pingan glanced at her, replied lightly, then lowered his head and continued to eat his own food, relishing it.

  A female thief still hates this and that, so she treats herself as the lady of everyone.

  Zhu Ping'an ate all three cakes with relish by cooking vegetables. The girl ate for a long time, but there was still one cake and most of the vegetables left.

  All the cakes and vegetables were bought with his own money. In line with the principle of not wasting, Zhu Pingan ate the leftover cake with the leftovers from the witch, and ate it all. At the end, he burped, poured another cup of hot tea, and drank it along the rim of the cup.

   "Hehehe, you can really eat, you belong to a pig." The girl held her chin and looked at Zhu Ping'an with a smile.

   "I dare not compete with you for the same zodiac sign." Zhu Pingan replied flatly.

   Ignoring the girl's next reaction, Zhu Pingan put the dishes on the table back into the food box, and carried them to the lobby. When he came back, Zhu Pingan brought back another quilt.

  The girl blushed slightly when she saw this. Although she had been walking in the rivers and lakes for many years, it was the first time she slept in the same room with a man. Even though the man was still a boy with no hair, it still made the girl a little red.

   "You, you go to sleep on the floor." The girl said and sat on the bed first.

   "Otherwise, what do you think I'm doing with the bedding!"

  Zhu Ping'an didn't even look at the girl grabbing the bed, and laid the quilt on the wooden floor by himself. Fortunately, this was the second floor, and there was a wooden floor, otherwise, he would definitely not be able to bear the dampness of the early spring.

  After laying out the quilt, Zhu Pingan sat at the desk by the window, lit the oil lamp, picked up the wick with a needle, and placed it on the corner of the table. Then, I spread out a policy theory and a four-book eight-legged essay on the table, and picked up a copied Qing Dynasty champion eight-legged essay, and compared and studied it with great interest in front of the oil lamp.

  Compared and studied for a while, then circled and circled my own policy theory and stereotyped four books, wrote and drew pictures, and left my insights for future use.

  The **** the bed was sleeping with her clothes on, her eyes opened from time to time to glance at the boy who was reading by the lamp at night, holding a dagger tightly in one hand hidden in the cup

  She was still a little weak, and because she had just taken the medicine, she fell asleep not long after.

When she was alarmed by the sound of rustling clothes, the **** the bed opened her dark eyes vigilantly, thinking that someone was trying to make trouble while she was asleep, she held the dagger tightly in her hand, ready to go, and secretly blamed herself for being raped. The young man covered his eyes politely with his diligence in paving the floor and reading at night, so why didn't he see clearly someone's pious virtue.

What caught the girl's eyes was that Zhu Ping'an, who was neatly dressed, was putting on a cross-body schoolbag, methodically stuffing the books on the desk and a simple brush into the schoolbag, with a dilapidated black wooden board between his arms , looking at him, it seems that this kind of thing has been done countless times.

  Outside the window, it seems that the sky has just dawned, and through the window, you can still see the splash-ink sky with a few sparse residual stars.

   "Why are you going?" The girl's voice was hoarse when she just woke up, and it became more and more provocative.

   "Morning exercise." Zhu Ping'an didn't raise his head, he concentrated on checking his schoolbag, and replied after confirming that nothing was left behind.

   This person didn't even turn his head back. He was really a piece of wood, which made him nervous all night.

  The girl watched Zhu Pingan disappear into the room with her schoolbag slung across her shoulders and a black wooden board in between. She pouted at the closed door, closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

In the early morning of early spring, the temperature is still a little cold, the sky in the east is just showing the white belly, the air is full of the smell of morning light, everything is pure and refreshing, like a light ink painting, in which the good-smelling morning light is permeated fragrant.

   Not far from the inn, Zhu Pingan saw three or five people stumbling towards each other supporting each other, and people from far away could smell a pungent smell of alcohol.

  Nima, I said why there is a smell on the street, it turned out to be the smell of wine! Zhu Ping'an's face was dark.

   "Last night, Xiao Cuihong had that pretty waist."

   "It's good to sing well."

  A few drunks walked like crabs, and said something itchy in their mouths.

When the three or five people got closer, Zhu Pingan was a little surprised to find that he knew all of these people. The one who walked like a crab was his uncle Zhu Shouren, and the pile of meat that was almost piled on the ground on the other side was his uncle. The fat friend seemed to be unconscious at the moment, and the other three were also students from his hometown, and they all staggered and looked drunk at the moment.

   "Morning uncle, good morning uncles." Zhu Pingan saluted with his hands clasped.

   "Hey, isn't this a pig, where are you going?" Uncle Zhu Shouren asked vaguely with his tongue out.

Another villager who was traveling with him didn't wait for Zhu Ping'an's answer, so he laughed with his tongue out, "I know, huh, hehe, I saw Lang Ping'an go out when I got up the night before yesterday. When I got up and went out to find something to eat, I saw Lang Ping'an." Zhengxiang is eating at a stall, hehehe, I'm afraid Ping An Lang is getting hungry again."

   "Hehe." The rest of the drunks laughed loudly when they heard the words.

  The pungent smell of wine, mixed with low-quality rouge powder, smelled so bad that Zhu Pingan couldn't help but take two steps back.

   "Ange, I'm shy, haha."

   A few drunks staggered around Zhu Ping'an with crab steps, staggered, and laughed and walked towards the inn.

  Zhu Ping'an looked at their staggering figures with a painful look on his face, not worth doing for his family.

  (end of this chapter)