Rise From the Humble

Speechless all night, woke up on time at dawn, Zhu Pingan washed up a bit and went to Taihu Lake with his things as usual.

Uncle and the others didn't return all night last night, and they haven't returned this morning. Even if they come back, it will only be to catch up on sleep, so Zhu Pingan plans to practice calligraphy and morning reading by the Taihu Lake as usual, and discuss with uncle and others after returning.

When he arrived at the Taihu Lake, Zhu Pingan found a place on the embankment of Taihu Lake, put some hay on it, and sat down facing the churning Taihu Lake water under his feet. Put the black wooden board on your lap, use it when the waves hit the lake bank, reach out to dip the brush into the waves, and move the brush on the black wooden board. Putting the black board on your legs is not as comfortable as writing on a boulder, but it is also a kind of exercise. Life will never follow the route you set, and the plan often fails to keep up with the changes. Don't get lost at this time and face it bravely.

Looking at the churning water of Taihu Lake under his feet, and listening to the sound of waves beating against the embankment, Zhu Pingan's writing became more bold.

The generous Taihu gave himself another gift before leaving.

Zhu Pingan practiced calligraphy for a long time, but he didn't see the sun rise. Looking to the east, his intuition was chaotic, and it seemed that the sky was about to change today.

However, although there was no sun, the visibility was gradually improving, so Zhu Pingan put away the black board and writing brush, and leaned against a tree trunk to read a book. Zhu Zi's annotations to the Four Books are not so obscure as long as one understands them from his point of view. In fact, Zhu Ping’an’s annotated version of the Four Books and Five Classics is not only Zhu Zi’s, but also other people’s annotated versions since he was a child. It's even more interesting to read if you consider his character. An old man who yelled all day long to preserve the laws of nature and destroy human desires, but was impeached by the censor for seducing a nun to be a concubine and a daughter-in-law who picked up ashes. He was also drunk, and it was very interesting just thinking about it. Nun, hehe, Old Master Zhu still has uniform control.

Therefore, the more you read the Four Books and Five Classics written by Zhu Zi, the more interesting it is to read.

Zhu Pingan sat on the shore of the lake and was fascinated. Suddenly, his forehead felt cold, and when he looked up, he saw that the sky was already gloomy.

It seems to be raining.

Before the rain was too heavy, Zhu Pingan put away the books and put them in his schoolbag, and walked to the inn with the black board between them.

In the lobby of the inn, I ordered a dish of side dishes, a dish of sauced beef, two steamed buns, and a bowl of rice porridge. Then I found a seat by the window and waited for the shop assistant to deliver breakfast. The rain outside has gradually increased, and there is still wind, and from time to time, wind and raindrops beat against the paper window. The lobby of the inn seemed a bit dull, so Zhu Pingan opened a corner of the window to let the wind and rain blow in.

"My lord, do you want to change the seat." When the shop clerk delivered Zhu Ping'an's breakfast, he saw the wind blowing the rain on the table, so he asked.

"Don't bother, this is fine." Zhu Pingan shook his head, he didn't mind the raindrops on the table, which could just reconcile the dullness in the lobby.

"Sir, please use it slowly."

Seeing that Zhu Ping'an persisted, the store clerk didn't say much, but just put the food in a place to avoid raindrops.

When Zhu Pingan was eating sweetly, he heard a burst of disorderly footsteps outside, looked up and saw a villager stumbling in, saw Zhu Pingan eating in the lobby, and ran away as if seeing a savior come over.

"Brother An, hurry up, follow me to Zuijun Tower." The villager couldn't help saying, and pulled Zhu Pingan out, who was still stuffed with steamed buns.

"Uncle Wang, what's the matter?" Zhu Pingan didn't react for a while.

"Follow me and you'll know, hurry up, hurry up." The villagers pulled Zhu Ping'an out of the inn.

"Wait, I haven't paid for my meal yet." Zhu Pingan said, took out a handful of copper coins from his pocket, and waved in the direction of the shop assistant.

"Brother An, hurry up, don't count." The villagers couldn't help urging, seeing that Zhu Pingan still wanted to count the money and pass it to the shop assistant, he couldn't help but put all the money in Zhu Ping'an's hand into the shop assistant's hand, and then Regardless of whether there was more or less money, he dragged Zhu Pingan straight out of the inn and walked in one direction against the wind and rain.

"Uncle Wang, what's the matter?" Zhu Ping'an was dragged away in the wind and rain, and couldn't help asking again, what's the matter? He was so anxious that he didn't even let him go back to get his umbrella. up.

"I don't have time to talk about it. We'll find out when we get to Zuijun Tower. Let's hurry up. Your uncle is still waiting." The villager surnamed Wang didn't bother to explain the reason to Zhu Ping'an, panting heavily without pausing. Yes, pull Zhu Ping'an and go forward.

Well

Could it be that uncle caused trouble in Zuijun Tower?

Zuijun Tower, why does the name sound so strange, it must not be a place of fireworks.

Under the urging of the villagers, Zhu Pingan had no choice but to run along with his schoolbag and the black board. The clothes on his body were all wet by the rain, and it was uncomfortable to stick to his body. At this time, the temperature was still a little low, and he felt more and more wet and uncomfortable.

Why does it feel that the distance is a bit far, and this place seems a bit remote, I am more and more sure that this Zuijun Tower is not a good place. Uncle is also true, take the family's hard-earned money and don't take it seriously. If you rush for the exam, you will seriously prepare for the exam in the review school, and you will follow other people's romantic poems, wine and tea.

Passing through an alley, you can see rows of high eaves and low walls in front of the rain curtain. The front of this row of high eaves and low walls is extremely lively. Even in rainy days, people come and go, and sedan chairs come and go.

The closer it was, the more intense the pungent fragrance in the air became. The wind and rain brought the woman's soft or crisp laughter over, and the villagers who pulled him to run quickly finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it is raining, there are several women in front of the high eaves and low walls, holding antique paper umbrellas, laughing and welcoming every visitor in the wind and rain. Looking at the loose skirts they deliberately wore, their unstoppable smiles, and their charming and charming expressions, I knew that my guess must be right, and this place really is a place of fireworks.

Zuijunlou, you must be drunk in the gentle village!

Seeing how the villagers walk into the Zuijun Tower with ease, one can tell that they are all regular visitors here.

Preparing for the college exam?

It's no wonder that you guys failed in the trial so many times.