Chapter 811 is on the headlines
Originally, Zhu Ping'an was going to give the troubled girl a poem "Three Lotus Roots Floating in the Blue Pond", but firstly, the poem was a bit too rhetorical, and secondly, it is estimated that it will take another hundred years. No one in the Ming Dynasty could understand it. If you understand, the meaning of the poem will be lost, so Zhu Ping'an chose this song "Wo Chun" adapted from Han Han Sanzhongmen's "Wa Shi". Although this poem has long been ruined in modern times, for the Ming Dynasty, What is new can no longer be new.
It must be very interesting when the troubled girl finally cracks the true meaning of "Wo Chun" with all her efforts and exhaustive means.
Zhu Ping'an thought about the scene of someone going crazy with amusement. He couldn't help but curl his lips and walked out of the pastry shop's backyard with his hands behind his back.
As soon as he walked out of the store, Zhu Ping'an noticed a familiar figure opposite him. Well, it was the bun-faced girl who turned around awkwardly and covered her face with half a pancake.
He recognized it at a glance. This girl was Li Shu's personal maid Hua'er.
"Bless me, I can't see me, bless me, I can't see me..." Hua'er stretched out her chubby hands nervously and squeezed half of the pancake, trying hard to get rid of the collagen-filled pancake. Her baby face was hidden behind half a pancake, her eyelashes were trembling with her closed eyes, and she kept praying in her little mouth.
This scene reminded Zhu Ping'an of the ostrich that would bury its head in the sand in later generations to avoid danger.
You are really talented.
How big is the sesame cake? It’s not even as big as a palm, let alone half a sheet.
Half a piece of sesame cake can't even cover half of your little face, but you still want to hide your whole face behind the cake? !
Stupid
"What are you doing here?"
Zhu Pingan walked forward funny, stretched out his hand to push away half of the cake in front of Hua'er's little face, and laughed. asked.
"My, uncle, have you recognized the wrong person?" Baozi's little maid Hua'er's acting skills came online at this moment.
It's a pity that his IQ is not up to the mark. He clearly called me "uncle" and pretended not to recognize the wrong person.
"Oh, I admitted the wrong person." Zhu Pingan said oh, and then nodded, as if he didn't see through the little maid Baozi.
Hearing this, the little maid Baozi thought that her acting skills had eluded Zhu Ping'an, and she was so excited that she couldn't help but thank God and all the gods for hearing her prayers and hearing Zhu Ping'an say he admitted the wrong person. When it was over, the little maid Baozi nodded her head hurriedly like a chicken eating rice, saying, well, you just got the wrong person.
"Hey, what did you just call me?" Zhu Pingan asked casually as if nothing had happened.
"Uncle." The little maid Baozi blurted out without even thinking.
Then Zhu Pingan looked at Baozi's little maid Hua'er with a slight smile.
One second
Two seconds
“Ah”
Under Zhu Pingan’s gaze, the little maid Baozi slowly reacted after two seconds. He came over, and then made a sound, his baby-fat little face instantly turned as red as a monkey's butt, it was so red that his little face became hot with embarrassment.
"Hahaha, it turns out it's my uncle."
Baozi's little maid's face turned red, she lowered her head in embarrassment, and spat out her pink tongue shyly. A pair of small hands had no place to place in front of her lower abdomen, and her buttocks were still there. Twisting along, he lengthened his voice shyly.
It’s so embarrassing that I don’t want to give it up.
Xu Zhimo said, "The most gentle thing is the gentleness of lowering the head, like the shyness of a water lotus that cannot bear the cool breeze." I guess he is describing this kind of shyness.
Seeing this, Zhu Ping'an smiled silently, "Now you recognize me."
"Haha, of course Hua'er recognizes my uncle." The little maid Baozi stretched out her chubby hands and rubbed the back of her head, blushing uncontrollably.
"What are you doing here?" Zhu Pingan asked again.
"I'm here. What am I doing for cakes? Yes, I'm here to buy cakes." The little maid Baozi said while thinking, then she saw the cakes in her hand, and then raised her hands. It's like holding up a medal.
"Come so far to buy cakes?" Zhu Ping'an couldn't help laughing after hearing the reason that the little maid Baozi had been thinking about for a long time.
"Hmm, the pancakes here are delicious, I like to eat them the most." The little maid said, in order to prove that she likes to eat, she stuffed the pancakes in her hand into her mouth, and ate them with the rabbit It looked like a carrot and was stuffed in in one bite.
Then.
I choked in embarrassment, patted my sizable chest with my small hands, and took a while to swallow.
"Miss, miss, you haven't paid yet." The shopkeeper on the side couldn't help but remind him.
He blushed again.
Baozi’s little maid wanted to find a hole to crawl in. It was so embarrassing, and it was in front of her uncle.
"Well, I was afraid that my uncle didn't bring his money bag, so I followed him." Baozi's little maid lowered her head and said, and then added superfluously, "I'm not following my uncle."
"Didn't you just say buy cakes?" Zhu Pingan smiled.
"Uh, I'm here to buy cakes." The little maid Baozi lowered her head so low that it was almost buried in her chest. Her voice was as low as a mosquito buzzing, and she could hardly hear clearly.
Zhu Pingan smiled and said nothing.
“Oh, I know I can’t hide it from my uncle, so I followed you secretly.” The little maid Baozi seemed to think that her excuse was too childish and she didn’t even believe it, so she confessed with a blushing face. .
"Next time you want to come, just follow him openly." Zhu Pingan smiled slightly.
"It's true." The little maid Baozi smiled happily when she heard this, her two dimples were exposed. She originally thought she would be scolded by her uncle, but she didn't expect that her uncle not only did not scold her, but also let her Next time I will follow you generously, just like a child who scribbled graffiti on the wall. Instead of blaming him, his parents praised him for his artistic talent.
"Uncle, we don't have to rent the shop of that rude lady with her eyes wide open in her head just now."
On the way back, the little maid named Baozi was holding a pack of sesame cakes in her hand. , shaking his little hands, and said something incoherently.
"Well, we don't rent." Zhu Pingan nodded.
"No need to rent." Baozi's little maid corrected.
"Oh, why?" Zhu Pingan asked casually.
“Because we have a shop on this street. Just a few days ago, the lady took over a few shops. I remember that one of them is on this street. That shop is still empty now. "Here, the lady was still thinking about what kind of business to do yesterday." The little girl Baozi nodded and said seriously, "That shop seems to be quite big."
Well, this is Shanchongshuiwu. Road, there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers? !
Zhu Ping'an felt as if he was given a pillow when he fell asleep.
Slowly, two figures, one tall and one short, disappeared into the sea of people.
On this day, although Zhu Pingan did not rent a house with the help of Fang Ya, the news of Zhu Pingan renting a house and doing business was spread from Fang Ya to ten, and from ten to ten. Got out.
Zhu Pingan was fined and bankrupted, and was forced to start a business to support his family.
It became a joke for a while.
The most popular topic among officials in many yamen chats. In addition to Yan Song and Xu Jie, the pawn sellers must pay fines, the hottest topic is Zhu Ping'an being fined for going bankrupt and doing business. To be precise, Zhu Ping'an's topic is more Yan Song's and Xu Jie's are several times hotter.
It can be called the number one hot search list in ancient times. If it were modern, it would make headlines.
A certain official who had been fined money and had not thought about food and food for several days, was depressed. After hearing the news, he happily ate five more bowls of rice. If it were not for his family, this official's appetite A good one can eat a bowl of rice. (End of this chapter)