At this time, Zhu Ping'an's luggage had not been unpacked yet, he had just changed his clothes, so it was very easy to carry.
However, when Zhu Ping'an put on his bag and pushed open the attic door, the fat man was already standing outside the door happily with a big bag in his arms. Two shop assistants were following him, also holding things, and looking at the fat man with puzzled expressions.
"Oh, brother, you really keep your promise." The fat man said as he squeezed in with a big bag, as if he was afraid that Zhu Ping'an would regret it.
After the fat man went in, he shouted loudly, "Not bad, not bad, it was indeed very high," and he seemed very satisfied.
Zhu Ping'an was also very satisfied with the fat man's room. It was a superior guest room, even more spacious than the fat man described, about 30 square meters, which was considered very good in the inn. The furnishings in the room were also very elegant and tidy, especially the desk, which made Zhu Ping'an most satisfied.
On the desk, there was a piece of silver weighing down a piece of calligraphy written in a flamboyant style, with four words on it: Thank you so much.
Why do I feel like Fan Wei
When they returned to the inn lobby, the waiter had already served all the dishes that the fat man ordered for Zhu Ping'an, and they were emitting bursts of aroma.
At this time, the fat man also came downstairs. When he saw Zhu Ping'an, he kept thanking him. Then he pulled Zhu Ping'an to sit at the table with the ordered food, very enthusiastically.
"No need to thank me for my kindness. Everything is in the meat." The fat man said, and he opened his cheeks and took a bite of the chicken leg, making a snapping sound as he tore it.
This attracted a lot of attention from people around him.
With the way he ate, no wonder no one sat at the same table with the fat man. Zhu Ping'an smiled slightly, and without hesitation, he picked up a steamed dumpling, and sucked and swallowed it gently with a look of enjoyment. The whole steamed dumpling fell into his mouth, leaving only the aroma lingering in his mouth and chest and abdomen, and then he closed his eyes and savored the taste.
When it comes to eating, I'm not afraid of anyone. Without this confidence, how can I dare to call myself a foodie
Nima. A big meat dumpling in one bite!
So, the people around who had just looked at the fat man sideways started to look at Zhu Ping'an sideways again.
Birds of a feather flock together.
Everyone looked at them sideways and defined the two of them.
You eat a chicken drumstick, I eat a salted duck; you eat a whole crab, I eat a shrimp... ...
When they were enjoying the meal, they looked up from between the cups and plates and smiled at each other. It was a bit like the feeling of "a thousand cups are not enough when drinking with a good friend".
"I'm Xue Chi from Bozhou, Fengyang Prefecture. My courtesy name is Fanshen. That's right, my father is relying on me to avenge his shame. Really, my father took the exam for 18 years and failed to pass the exam to become a scholar. It was my grandfather who donated a place for him as a student. My father was not convinced, so I was born. The name is fine, but my courtesy name was completely Fanshen, so I am embarrassed to greet people in the academy. My father is really something. He forces me to read all day long. You said it would be great if you donated a place for me as a student, but he wouldn't agree no matter what I said... Oh, by the way, may I ask what your name is?" The fat man put down the crab in his hand, wiped his mouth and asked. The fat man is also a talkative person. Although his words are full of the feeling of a nouveau riche, people can feel that he is enthusiastic.
Zhu Ping'an swallowed a mouthful of lobster, took a sip of tea, and smiled slightly, "Zhu Ping'an from Xiahe Village, from Anqing Prefecture, doesn't have a courtesy name yet."
"Well, remember, we must get closer to each other in the future. Oh, by the way, have you heard of Laozi? He is from Bozhou; Cao Cao and Cao Mengde, they are also from Bozhou; you must have heard of the genius doctor Hua Tuo, he is from Bozhou; not to mention the eighteen riders that our Taizu took away from Bozhou, Duke Xu, Duke Feng, Duke Qian..." The fat man stretched out his greasy hands, spitting as if those people he mentioned were his relatives.
This is a man of temperament.
Zhu Pingan raised his head from the food room and agreed, "It's a beautiful place with beautiful scenery."
Upon hearing this, the fat man Xue Chi grinned with joy, like a bulldog.
Thanks to fat guy Xue Chi, Zhu Ping'an's belly is so round that he always goes upstairs with his belly sticking out. If he doesn't do it right, he might spit out lobster or crab meat...
When I went upstairs, it was already dark and if I hadn't lit the oil lamp, I wouldn't have seen my hand in front of me.
After Zhu Ping'an went upstairs, he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes for a while. When his stomach was not so bloated anymore, he got off the bed, opened his bag, took out his schoolbag wrapped in oilcloth, and turned to the desk.
The desk was made of huanghuali wood, with a strong Ming Dynasty style, simple yet exquisite. The desk was next to the window. Zhu Pingan placed the oil lamp in front of the right side of the desk, laid out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and then opened the book and randomly picked a sentence from "The Great Learning", trying to break the topic and write an eight-part essay.
Outside, wind and rain were hitting the windows, and the incessant dripping sound reached my ears, like the rhythm of rain playing on loop in a modern music player.
Zhu Pingan sat at his desk, dipped his brush in ink, and let a wisp of ink fragrance pass through the window and wander in the sky. After writing an eight-part essay, Zhu Pingan read it several times, found two places that were not smooth, and repeatedly polished these places to be just right.
At this time, the sound of the night watchman's beating could be heard, it was the third watch.
The three o'clock in the morning is the best time for men to study. Although it is said that, we should also combine work and rest. The three o'clock in the morning is generally eleven o'clock. It is time to sleep. If you don't get enough rest, how can you continue to work hard tomorrow
Just when Zhu Ping'an was about to go to bed, he suddenly heard the sound of reading aloud outside the window piercing the wind and rain.
How should I put it? It makes me want to open the window and curse.
“Isn’t it a joy to learn and practice what you have learned?”
“Isn’t it a joy to learn and practice what you have learned?”
... ...
I shouted it many times, and it was all the same sentence with nine words. It was played in a loop, and the voice was not much better. How can you only read one sentence
"Mother, if she is really unhappy, why don't you drown yourself? You are not an animal, how can you howl in the middle of the night?"
A hot-tempered scholar who couldn't help himself opened the window and shouted towards the room where the sound of reading came from.
Translated it means, damn it, you are so unhappy, why don't you take a piss and look in the mirror, you are a human being, not an animal, why are you howling in the middle of the night!
Then it was quiet outside, with only the sound of rain remaining.
It was finally time to sleep. Zhu Ping'an turned off the oil lamp, walked to the bed in the light of lightning, took off his clothes, and fell into a sound sleep.