Rise From the Humble

Standing outside the inn, looking at the bustling city of Nanjing, there is a lot of traffic and bustle, even the heavy rain did not make this huge city feel bleak for a moment.

Who can believe that this prosperous giant city will encounter inhuman massacres hundreds of years later.

The rise and fall, everyone is responsible.

Zhu Pingan fixed his eyes, turned around with his luggage on his back, and walked into the inn in front of him. Inside the inn, there are a lot of diners, and the shop assistants are constantly coming and going. They are very busy, and the innkeeper has already started. On rainy days, some people are too lazy to go out.

Seeing Zhu Ping'an coming in with his luggage on his back, the store clerk ran over and greeted him, "Should I be a guest officer or stay at the store?"

"Stay in the hotel." Zhu Pingan replied while unpacking his luggage.

Hearing this, the store clerk showed an apologetic expression, and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, guest officer, all the rooms in the store are full recently."

Uh, this won't be the rhythm of letting me live in the firewood house again.

Zhu Pingan stopped unpacking his luggage, thinking about it a little painfully. Seeing the apologetic expression of the store clerk, Zhu Pingan put his luggage back on his back and smiled innocently, "It's okay, it's okay, I'll go to another inn to see."

Hearing this, the store clerk was about to say something.

"But what do you want to say?" Zhu Pingan asked the shop assistant looking constipated.

"Recently, there have been students coming to stay overnight, and it's raining, and most of the merchants are in the city. The inns around here are probably full. Objectively, if you want to stay overnight, you may have to try your luck in the south city.

Uh, it seems that it is really the rhythm of living in a firewood house.

Holding an oil umbrella, Zhu Ping'an walked along the road paved with bluestones in the direction of Nancheng pointed by the shop assistant.

The oil umbrella in Zhu Ping'an's hand was bought a few days ago. It has 21 ribs and an umbrella surface made of tung oil cloth.

The city of Nanjing is too big. After walking for a long time, Zhu Pingan asked passers-by, and found that he was still in the west city. Looking at his completely wet shoes and a large piece of wet green cloth robe, he couldn't help but miss modern buses. He also thought that if he expands his father's oxcart business to one of the big cities in Ming Dynasty, he will definitely be able to make a lot of money.

Zhu Pingan finally arrived in Nancheng before dark after taking a bullock cart that a kind old man delivered wine to the south of the city.

Saying goodbye to the kind old man, Zhu Ping'an set foot in Nancheng.

The south of the city is more prosperous than the west city, but there is a smell of wine and rouge. There is a river full of cruise ships nearby. The river water exudes the fragrance of girls’ rouge. Crossing the bridge with an oil umbrella to the other side, after walking for a while, Zhu Ping'an suddenly realized.

Nima, isn't this the famous Qinhuai!

Among the males going to the other side of the river are also students and scholars, and perhaps many of them are full of knowledge.

However, Zhu Pingan was standing by the bridge, but he had no intention of crossing the bridge at all. On the stone bridge connecting the two sides of the Qinhuai River, there is a line of doggerel that is not clear: a gentleman does not cross the bridge, and a bridge is not a gentleman.

This sentence made Zhu Pingan quite emotional.

This narrow Qinhuai River has great ambitions on the left bank and snow, moon and wind and flowers on the right bank.

In the wind and rain, Zhu Ping'an suddenly turned around holding an umbrella, and was looking for an inn on the other side for shelter. Pedestrians are constantly coming and going, and there are many restaurants and shops, but there are not many inns. Perhaps most of them have been robbed of their business by the romantic places on the other side. They can not only sleep but also warm the bed and beauties, what competition.

I asked two inns, and they were all full, and the housing supply seemed to be tighter than that in Xicheng.

On the way to find the inn, I saw a majestic Confucius Temple, which corresponds to the romantic place on the other side of the Qinhuai River, which made me feel a little ridiculous.

Going further, you will see a huge building complex built along the river, with the four words "Jiangnan Gongyuan" written on it.

Well

This is the examination room for my upcoming college examination.

Jiangnan Gongyuan is here, no wonder many scholars and students crossed the river just now.

Presumably, the Qinhuai River prospered because of the existence of Gong Yuan and Confucius Temple.

Zhu Pingan asked three more inns in a row, and finally found a place to stay. It was not a firewood house, but it was not much better. It was the attic at the top of the inn, not the attics like King Teng, Yellow Crane, and Yueyang Tower. It is a sandwich formed by the arched building above the inn.

However, Zhu Ping'an is quite satisfied. The price of this loft is one penny cheaper per month than that of ordinary guest rooms. In addition, this loft has a big window. Although some places are hard to straighten, the space in the middle part is not bad. , With this large window, it is also bright, and the view is also good. Through the window, you can see the lights on the other side of the Huaihe River.

Putting the things in the attic, Zhu Pingan changed into clean clothes, shoes and socks, went downstairs, went to the counter and called the shopkeeper, and paid the rent for January.

This inn is close to the Gongyuan, and most of the people who live there are students and scholars who came to take the examination. Most of the people sitting and having dinner in the lobby are students and scholars, laughing and talking while eating and drinking, having a good time.

The attic upstairs is cramped, and if you live in it, you will bump your head if you are not careful, so no one lives there.

Now these students and scholars heard that Zhu Pingan lived in this attic, and laughed at Zhu Pingan secretly. Someone kindly reminded Zhu Pingan that the attic was too narrow and inconvenient

"Although the room is cramped, it's expensive, so it's a good omen." Zhu Pingan explained indiscriminately. It was getting dark, and all the inns he had searched were full, and the curfew was about to come. Where to look, let's talk about the room I am quite satisfied.

As soon as Zhu Ping'an finished speaking, he heard a fat man screaming.

Nima, what are you doing? Zhu Pingan followed the sound, but saw that the person standing up against the table was a fat man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing brocade clothes, with a gold lock around his neck, and two fingers, one gold and one jade, with an excited expression on his face. and remorse.

"Why didn't I expect that the tall one is also in high school." The fat man looked remorseful, and then shouted at Zhu Ping'an.

"Hey, brother, let's change the room. You can live in my room. My room is very spacious. I will live in your attic. I won't take advantage of you. I will give you a tael of silver. Why? Sample."

And, that's not all.

In order to change rooms for Zhu Ping'an, the fat man ordered a table of food and wine for Zhu Ping'an.

The kindness is hard to turn down, and Zhu Ping'an had no choice but to agree.

The fat man was overwhelmed with gratitude, and immediately went upstairs to pack his things and move, as if he was afraid that Zhu Ping'an would regret it.

Nima, is this all done? !

The students and scholars who watched were dumbfounded.