Chapter 80 You play it


Chapter 80 You start

Except one day a man found me and asked him inexplicably if he was Zhu Ping'an. After receiving his affirmative answer, he forced himself a twenty-tael silver note. outside.

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 an eight-legged essay on the Four Books and Five Classics every morning, and memorizing past lives in the afternoon After reading the Qing Dynasty eight-part essay on demerits, I randomly picked up a few articles to study.

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

In the early morning of this day, Zhu Pingan was preparing to go out to practice calligraphy by the river as usual. When he was about to leave the inn, he was called from behind.

This familiar voice, without asking, was known to be uncle Zhu Shouren.

"Good morning, uncle." Zhu Pingan turned around and said hello.

"Why did Xie'er get up early this Sunday?" Uncle Zhu Shouren was walking among a group of students and asked 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. How could I get up early today? I get up early every day. I was seen by you today, but usually you are still asleep.

"The exam is approaching and I feel uneasy. 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 the answer of Zhu Ping'an, a master in the woodshed who was bitten by a snake and heard the song of birds. This silly boy has exams in five days. He only started reading at this time. What eggs are used for.

"Brother Ang, let's go. Today, February 3rd, Wenquxing is born. People all over the world who have read poetry and books all go to the Confucius Temple to worship Wenquxing and offer high school incense."

Among the students in the same class. Some people have doubts about Zhu Pingan, a latecomer. The stupid child who was always cradling the Buddha's feet showed sympathy. He saw that this decrepit young man who lived in a woodshed did not go to worship Wenquxing on his birthday. Instead, he wanted to cradle the Buddha's feet temporarily. It was a joke. On Wenquxing's birthday, you didn't go to kneel down and worship the Buddha's feet. , just wait to be kicked. He couldn't bear it, so he asked Zhu Ping'an to go to Wenchang Temple to offer incense and worship.

The uncle Zhu Shouren also wanted to show his openness to support the younger generations among the students, so he continued, "If you are reading a book and praying for Buddha's feet now, why not go to the Confucius Temple and dip a stick of incense into the statues of Confucius and Wenquxing? Fortunately, don't worry about money. The uncle will give you this money."

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

What about sending beggars away?

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

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

In addition to the Confucius Temple, there is also the temple of Wenquxing. The red sun is rising, the temple is already filled with incense and people are 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 will worship Confucius and Saints. Wenquxing regarded it as a major event before the exam, and prayed that he could pass the exam in one fell swoop and honor his ancestors.

If there is incense in the Confucius Temple, temple celebrations are indispensable, and if there are temple celebrations, temple celebrations are indispensable without the activity of drawing lots. After worshiping and attending high school incense, these students gathered around a few temple ministers who drew lots and asked about their future.

The temple Zhu dressed up as an eminent person, wearing a robe and a mustache, holding his fingertips and chanting something.

Uncle Zhu Shouren drew a lot and spent a hundred coins to ask the temple Zhu to interpret the lot. After receiving the money, the Temple Zhu pointed his fingers for a moment and said that the lot was the top one, that all his wishes would come true and that he would definitely pass every exam. Uncle Zhu Shouren's face turned red when he heard these words, and he also gave out fifty coins and temple blessings.

Nima, you can reward anyone who can decipher the lottery ten times more than my nephew. When you give it to me, it's like cutting meat. When you give it to the temple, you don't even blink.

Uncle, you are worthy of being an uncle.

Everyone accompanying him also congratulated his uncle Zhu Shouren, as if he was already a high school scholar.

Others then drew lots one by one and paid hundreds of coins to interpret the lot. Most of them got the right or wrong lot, and they were all overjoyed.

Zhu Ping'an was with them. He only offered a stick of incense to Kong Shengren and Wenquxing. He stood at the end and had no intention of going to the temple to pray for the lottery.

I was about to collect money from the temple blessings when I saw Zhu Pingan standing there motionless. I couldn't help but walk up to Zhu Pingan with the merit box and shake it.

The students stood aside with smiles, waiting to see how Zhu Pingan, a poor boy who lived in a woodshed, would respond.

"Master, it's great to be rich." Zhu Ping'an said with a naive smile. He had no intention of spending a hundred coins to solve the lottery. One hundred coins would require Zhu's father to work hard for a whole day driving an ox cart. Why? I'm willing to spend a hundred liters to listen to the temple blessing's nonsense.

When Miao Zhu heard this, a black line appeared on his face.

"Rotten wood cannot be carved"

"Unreachable stupidity"

The onlookers responded with deep contempt and ridicule to Zhu Pingan's behavior. Wenquxing went to untie a lotus to give his boy a good sign, but this silly boy was so stingy.

Miao Zhu is also a well-informed person, and naturally he is not willing to suffer under Zhu Pingan, otherwise how can he do business in the future, so he twists his beard with his hand and starts preaching like a wise man:


"The signing money is 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 said without thinking. answer.

"Donor, you are superficial. It is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish. Do you understand this principle? Once you eat the fish, it will be gone. With a fishing rod, you can catch many fish and it will last a lifetime! Wen Qujiao." Miao Zhu explained in a simple and concise way the principle of teaching a man to fish rather than teaching him to fish, and he was about to get the signature. I believe that this business is in order again.

At this moment, Miao Zhu looked at the admiring eyes of the onlookers and felt very proud. He was about to explain the truth about lottery and money in one go. Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, he heard the fool in front of him speak.

“I want a basket of fish and then sell it. I can buy a few fishing rods. I can keep one for myself and sell the extra rods to others.”

Wearing a Taoist robe and a profound expression on his face, Temple Zhu felt as if he had swallowed a fly. At this moment, his inner thoughts must be: Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, please play, I don’t want to talk to you.

"Sweep the floor politely."

"Rotten wood cannot be carved."

The surrounding students began to criticize Zhu Pingan's behavior and words one after another, and were dissatisfied with Zhu Pingan's use of classic sentences interpretation.

"What I said just now was all a joke. Ping An's words were for no other reason, just because he was short of money." Zhu Ping'an was a bachelor at this time, and he explained to everyone without any embarrassment.

At this time, all the students are as if they want to swallow a fly. How can you admit so frankly that you are short of money? (End of this chapter)

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