Rise From the Humble

Cangshan is white-headed and haggard with falling snow.

Riding horses all the way, we finally arrived at the small town around four o'clock in the afternoon. I originally thought that the small town was just an ordinary town, but I didn't expect that Zhu Ping'an's thoughts were overturned when he entered the small town.

The small town after the snow is picturesque, with blue slates, black bricks, and the pure white of the area. This small town is just like an ice and snow castle in a fairy tale. The color contrast is extremely comfortable and beautiful. .

Although the small town is picturesque, it is not as attractive as a steaming bowl of noodle soup and a warm bed to Zhu Pingan, who has been driving all day in the snow and wind.

He dismounted and found an inn, paid for the room, and the innkeeper helped lead the black horse to the backyard, and then moved the things on the horse to the room.

"Brother, please bring me a bowl of mutton soup." Zhu Ping'an stopped the store clerk who was about to leave and asked him to let the chef make a bowl of hot mutton soup.

"A bowl of mutton soup costs ten cents. If you add pancakes, each pancake costs one penny." The waiter turned around and promised.

A bowl of mutton soup costs ten cents, which is about two cents more expensive than in my own town. This may be because it is a snowy day today, or maybe because I am a foreigner.

"A bowl of mutton soup is enough, but no pancakes are needed." Zhu Pingan took out ten cents from his sleeve and handed it to the shop assistant. The reason why he only wanted a bowl of mutton soup and not pancakes was because he brought some from home. The bread is not finished yet.

The store clerk took the money, made a promise and went out. While Zhu Pingan was making the bed, the waiter came in with a bowl of steaming mutton soup, placed it on the table, and then said goodbye and left.

The rich aroma is steaming on the mutton soup. The pieces of mutton and haggis with full color, aroma and taste are like treasures waiting to be discovered in the mutton soup. How can people sit idly by with such treasures conceived in the soup.

Zhu Ping'an couldn't wait to take out two pieces of cake baked by his mother Chen from the bag, break them into pieces and put them into the steaming mutton soup, then put another piece into his mouth. The aroma instantly melted into his whole body, and it was extremely delicious. .

The fragrant mutton soup meets the fried pancakes. It's like the golden wind and jade dew meet, and it is better than countless delicacies in the world. Snowy winter. Having such a bowl of mutton soup, paired with fried pancakes full of motherly love, I couldn't be happier.

Traveling on a snowy day makes me feel cold and tired, especially after eating a lot. The sleepiness is even more intense. So, Zhu Ping'an simply took off his clothes and lay on the bed to sleep. Even the idea of ​​taking a hot bath was forgotten because he was too tired.

I used to often hear people say that the scholar is weak and the scholar is weak. Actually, if you think about it, if the scholar is really weak and has no strength and shoulders, how can he travel long distances to Beijing to take the exam? In this era of long distances to Beijing It’s really not necessary to rush for exams. It’s common to eat, sleep and sleep in the open. Therefore, the idea of ​​a weak scholar with no strength is completely wrong. I had just left for a few days, and I felt extremely tired. It was really not easy for those scholars who had traveled long distances, especially walking to the capital.

Not long after, Zhu Pingan snored and fell asleep.

The Li family in Shanghe Village has passed the Laba Festival. The red lanterns are still hanging high and the servants are doing their jobs in an orderly manner.

Towards evening, a horse neighed from the door. Wang Xiaoer, who went to deliver a message to Zhu Pingan, also entered the house.

There are three braziers burning in Miss Li's boudoir, and there is a basin in the corner to replenish water. Even in the cold winter with heavy wind and heavy snow, the room is as warm and comfortable as spring.

Miss Li was sitting at the table and chair by the window. He was looking out the window thoughtfully, as if waiting for someone. There were pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the desk where Miss Li was sitting. There were also several copied and fair booklets placed in front of the table. Under the girl's hand was a piece of rice paper. On the rice paper was a poem, in small regular script with a hairpin flower, and the ink was not dry:

"When you enter my lovesickness gate, you will know that my lovesickness is painful. Long lovesickness makes you remember each other, but short lovesickness makes you infinite. If I had known that it would be such a troubling thing, why would I not have known each other in the first place."

Suddenly, there was a sound of small steps outside. Miss Li's eyes lit up. She looked up and saw the little maid Baozi outside the window, holding her skirt and trotting towards the boudoir.

"Miss, miss, Brother Wang is here."

A few seconds later, Baozi's little maid ran in panting, and as soon as she entered the door, she yelled and reported to her young lady.

"Come here, miss. I'm a little hungry. Go to the back kitchen and ask the cook to make me a tofu and crucian carp soup. The taste will be lighter today. I can't trust others. Well, before going to the back kitchen, I'll pick up Wang Xiao Call me two."

Li Shu calmed down, picked up the brush calmly, and continued writing the poems she had not finished, without even raising her head when she gave orders to the little maid Baozi.

"Well, I'll go right away." The little maid Baozi heard that the young lady said she trusted her the most. Her little face turned red, she nodded in agreement, held up her skirt and trotted out.

After about five minutes, an old woman led Wang Xiaoer in. After the old woman received her, she stood at the door. Wang Xiaoer kept his head lowered when he walked in. He didn't dare to look up at anything in the lady's boudoir. He only looked at his toes and stopped after taking three steps.

"Wang Xiaoer, what was his reaction?"

After Wang Xiaoer and the old woman entered the door, Li Shu stopped her writing and asked lightly, as if she was indifferent, but her ears were propped up.

"When my uncle heard about the engagement, he was a little surprised and very suspicious." Wang Xiaoer answered with his head lowered.

Hearing this, Li Shu held a brush in her hand and unknowingly stained the rice paper with a large amount of ink.

"However, after the little one handed the marriage certificate to the uncle, the uncle read it once, nodded and put the marriage certificate away." Wang Xiaoer continued to reply with his head down.

Hearing that Zhu Ping'an nodded and put the marriage certificate close to him, Li Shu's brows stretched. She didn't expect that idiot to put it close to her.

"Did he say anything?" Li Shu narrowed her eyes slightly and asked with interest.

Wang Xiaoer lowered his head and recounted the question and answer between him and Zhu Pingan to Li Shu intact. After hearing this, Li Shu curled her lips, "This idiot is not afraid of dying from exhaustion. He has a horse, so why is he traveling in such a hurry!"

"When I first met my uncle, he encountered a wild wolf." Wang Xiaoer paused and told Zhu Ping'an about his encounter with the wolf.

"Ah? How is he?"

Hearing this, Li Shu, who was originally calm and composed, suddenly pressed the brush on the paper, making a sound of surprise, and her pretty face was full of worry.

The next second after asking, Li Shu realized that she had overreacted, and since Wang Xiaoer was able to report this to herself here, it must be that the idiot is fine.

"It's really unlucky that something happened just after we got engaged. If others find out, they won't be able to call me my wife."

So, Li Shu coughed, returned to her calm and calm look, and found a step for herself.

"My uncle is fine. Thanks to the young lady who asked me to deliver the letter, I arrived in time. I stabbed the wolf to death, and my uncle was not injured." Wang Xiaoer put all the credit on Li Shu.

"oh."

Li Shu said lightly.

The room was quiet for a moment, Wang Xiaoer lowered his head and looked at his feet, and then heard his lady's instructions.

"Forget it, save others saying that I'm going to die hard, so don't go to my father this time, pack up and go north. Well, since that person wants to travel thousands of miles, you should protect him in secret. If nothing happens, don't come forward. As for my father, I can tell you."

Li Shu crumpled the rice paper that was stained by ink into a mess, threw it into the paper basket aside, and gave a casual instruction.

"I'll go down and clean up right away." Wang Xiaoer bent down and responded, bending over and stepping back.

"Wait a minute, did you buy the medicine I asked you to buy?"

When Wang Xiaoer pushed to the door, he suddenly heard the eldest lady asking.