Rise From the Humble

Two days later, there were lights and festoons on the banks of the Qinhuai River, and there was a lot of people talking, which was several times more lively than during the hospital examination.

With the sound of gunpowder, lights, shadows and willow waists twisting, the annual oiran election ceremony on the banks of the Qinhuai River has come to an end. The literati, poets, wealthy businessmen and businessmen are scrambling to be the first, and they are more active than the sisters and children on the stage.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, a carriage passed by quietly, the curtains were pulled up, but the eyes did not fall on the grand event on the other side, but on the Qinhuai River.

At this time, the Qinhuai River also entered autumn, and the sun in late autumn seemed to fall in love with the rouge Qinhuai. The sun shone warmly and softly on the water surface, with layers of golden aftertaste. The autumn wind also writes its love on the leaves, sending affectionately to the water surface, and waves curl up.

Yingtian's autumn is full of poetry and really beautiful.

Zhu Pingan put down the opened curtains, and slightly raised the corners of his lips, but no matter how beautiful he was, he couldn't compare to Xiahe Village.

The election of the oiran by the Qinhuai River has already become a horse-drawn carriage.

Zhu Ping'an, who was on the road for a few days, naturally didn't know the grand occasion by the Qinhuai River, which son's poem attracted thousands of people and became famous in one fell swoop, and naturally didn't know that his uncle Zhu Shouren borrowed his long pavilion to bid farewell and that life was just like the first time he saw it. How popular was Mulan's poems (although it was pointed out later, it didn't affect my uncle's limelight).

Of course, I don’t even know that there were two dark horses in the selection of the oiran by the Qinhuai River. They both won the crown of Tanhua Niang in one fell swoop. One sings the white fox and the other dances. That unique singing style is full of sadness and love. The voice, the fox dance that arouses sympathy, made the two of them famous in one fell swoop, and attracted everyone crazy.

The question of one more dance for you is so poignant, so tear-jerking, so heartbreaking to read. I love you and I am willing to dance for you. If you don't want me anymore, I am willing to dance for you. Even if it is the last dance, I must choose the most beautiful one. How broad is this kind of love, this kind of feeling.

Yes, yes, of course, white fox, white fox, dance for me! ! !

So for a while, the scholars present went crazy, and the most active ones were the uncle and other villagers.

At the same time, a person named Zhou Minggongju became popular, and it is said that he wrote the lyrics. It's just a pity that none of the crowd could find this Mr. Zhou Gongju.

When the grand event that lasted for several days ended, uncle Zhu Shouren and other villagers were still thinking about it, and felt sorry that Zhu Pingan had not seen such a grand event, Zhu Pingan had already set foot on the land of the backing town.

In the courtyard of Zhu Ping'an's family in Xiahe Village, his mother Chen is busy drying game such as fungus and mountain mushrooms in the yard, humming an out-of-tuned country tune while busy.

"Mother, why are you drying so much? Don't you want to sell them in the town tomorrow?" Zhu Pingchuan asked suspiciously when he saw his mother drying the fungus and other wild game that he brought back from the mountain yesterday. .

"Your brother likes to eat." Mother Chen didn't even lift her head.

Hearing this, Zhu Pingchuan had a bitter face, "Mother, you also take care of your son."

When Chen heard the words, she choked angrily, "I want to control you, but you have to give my mother a chance. I don't stay at home all day, and my wife hasn't married yet."

Zhu Pingchuan blushed. Smiling, "Mother, I remembered. Last time I went to the mountain and dug up a wild ginseng. Brother Xi wasted his brain reading. Wait for Brother Xi to come back and give him strength."

"Come on, you'd better keep it for your family Juan'er."

Chen sneered at Zhu Pingchuan as he flipped through the dried mushrooms.

"Juan'er doesn't need it." Eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan whispered.

When Chen heard Zhu Pingchuan's muttering, she immediately changed her face, and when she grabbed Zhu Pingchuan, she burst into tears. "What, Dachuan, tell your mother again, what do you mean by this sentence, Juan'er only wants to give it to your brother when she doesn't need it?"

"No, it's not mother, son doesn't mean that." Zhu Pingchuan didn't know what to say when he was in a hurry. When he first picked wild ginseng, he thought of his younger brother. What he said just now had no other meaning at all.

"No!" Mrs. Chen didn't care, "I think that's what you mean."

"Mother, my son is really not. From the very beginning, my son was thinking of my younger brother." Zhu Pingchuan, like his father, was not good at words, and just repeated these few sentences, not knowing how to explain them.

"Mother, what mother. Hurry up and find a wooden box to put the wild ginseng in. If it breaks, be careful of your skin." Mother Chen stared at Zhu Pingchuan and said angrily.

"Hey." The eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan heard his mother's words and knew that his mother had calmed down, so he rushed into the house to put wild ginseng.

After Zhu Pingchuan put the wild ginseng away, he came out to help Mrs. Chen dry the ginseng. Chen's eldest son also helped, and went to sit and drink water by himself.

Mrs. Chen poured two bowls of water, and she was about to drink a bowl when she heard the bell on the neck of her big black cow ringing outside the door.

So, Mrs. Chen couldn't sit still.

"Zhu Shouyi, today is the time for people to make more money in the market. What are you doing? Do you know that you can make money this time?" Mrs. Chen got up and walked out, her voice was full of anger, and she seemed to be asking questions. My heart aches, I'm going to make dozens of dollars this trip, Zhu Shouyi, the prodigal man!

When Mrs. Chen walked to the door, the conversation was suddenly interrupted.

"Mother, what's the matter?" Zhu Pingchuan, who was drying the mushrooms, heard the old lady's angry voice suddenly cut off, thinking that something happened, and hurried out to have a look.

Then, I saw my old mother standing at the door with a happy face, unable to say anything happy.

Looking outside, I saw Zhu Pingan standing at the door with a silly smile and shouting, "Mother, brother, I'm back."

His father held Zhu Ping'an's luggage in one hand, and looked at Mrs. Chen with a flattering expression.

Zhu Shouyi looked at Mrs. Chen with a naive smile on his face, and took Zhu Ping'an's bag in front of him as if asking for credit. It was very obvious: last time I didn't take the bag for pig, you slapped me, this time I will never fight again.

"Good to be back, good to be back." Mother Chen looked at Zhu Ping'an with tenderness and pride.

Then he looked at Zhu Shouyi who was holding the bag, and his face fell again.

Snapped

Mother Chen's slap landed on Zhu Shouyi's big shoulder again, her voice was clear and crisp, and at the same time, mother Chen's iconic Hedong Lion's roar rang out again:

"Zhu Shouyi, why are you a father? Didn't you see my son was starving and thin after studying hard outside? You don't know how to cut a piece of meat when you come from the town. My son came all the way, and you don't even want to give it to him." My son is cooking a hot meal!"

I have already taken the bag, and the village can also buy meat, and I didn’t see that Er Xiao is so thin, there is meat on his face.

But this is just thinking about it, Father Zhu didn't dare to say it, and looked at Mrs. Chen with an aggrieved expression.

Chen stared again.

"I'm going to buy it now."

Father Zhu was holding his luggage in both hands, how could he dare to be wronged? When Mrs. Chen stared, Father Zhu would only look at Mrs. Chen with a flattering smile.

"I'll go, I'll go." Eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan ran to the entrance of the village first, stopped after taking two steps, and asked Zhu Pingan, "Brother, what else do you want to eat?"

"Just buy some meat, as long as it's made by my mother, I like to eat it." Zhu Pingan shook his head, taking the opportunity to make his mother happy.

"It will be sweet." Chen said so, but the smile on his face couldn't be concealed.