Rise From the Humble

"Can we come in?"

Zhu Ping'an's honest smile at the door was extremely dazzling in the eyes of the constipated shop assistant.

He never expected that this poor country boy actually knew Du Fu's song "The Guest Arrives", and he regretted that he had given him such a simple couplet. No matter how you looked at it, the level of this poor country boy was just that nonsense. Xiang's level of "sleeping will make you paralyzed and get high", it is really a mistake to let him take advantage of a loophole!

As for the people in the lobby of the passenger station, they were not surprised at all when Zhu Ping'an played this couplet. What the store clerk said was more like reciting ancient poetry than a couplet, and it was not difficult at all.

It's normal for a poor country boy to confront a couplet written by a clueless shop assistant. These two are scum with only five combat abilities.

Therefore, the attentive people in the lobby just laughed about it.

"Come in, come in, come in if you don't mind the trouble, you have to come out later anyway."

The shop clerk looked at Zhu Pingan with disgust, feeling that Zhu Pingan was just lucky to be able to recite the couplet he wrote. He might have heard this poem somewhere from a poor scholar in the countryside. Gold will eventually shine, but clods of dirt will remain clods of dirt after all. This time it was just a fluke for this poor country boy. When he enters the lobby later, he will definitely come out dejected. Those big officials who have read poetry and books. You can't tell me right now, you're a poor country boy, it's strange that you can tell me right now, the sun doesn't rise in the west! You will be embarrassed later!

"Please help me lead the horse to the backyard." Zhu Pingan smiled slightly and handed the reins of the dark horse to the shop assistant.

"You'd better be tied outside the door. You have to leave later anyway. This will save you trouble." The store clerk rolled his eyes and stood there motionless.

Zhu Ping'an narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the shop assistant. Smiling faintly, he turned around and tied the horse to the eye-catching flagpole outside the inn.

"Oh. Where are you tied?" The shop assistant said dissatisfiedly when he saw this.

"Anyway, we have to untie it later." Zhu Pingan smiled lightly and walked straight into the inn.

Yes, it will be solved later anyway, so you are self-aware! Although it is an eyesore to be tied here, but for this moment, forget it over there. The store clerk thought about it and ignored the black horse tied to the flagpole.

Zhu Pingan walked into the inn. The exterior decoration of the inn is extremely prosperous, while the interior decoration is poetic and picturesque. The lobby of the inn is extremely spacious. As soon as you enter, you feel like you have entered a forest. I never expected that people of this era would have such a unique design. It is a perfect match between heaven and man. one. There is a forest made of continuous potted plants in the lobby, with all kinds of flowers and plants, and even a rockery waterfall in the lobby. It is like a miniature version of the forest placed in the inn. The tables and chairs in the lobby are also the same as today. The people complement each other, the tables, chairs and benches, which look like stones but are actually made of oak, and even the teapots, wine glasses, etc., seem to be taken from random materials in the forest. The entire lobby is extremely elegant.

It is both poetic and picturesque. It also looks elegant.

This kind of inn must have been at least a five-star hotel in ancient times. It was in the imperial city at the foot of the emperor. A few people would have to pay 1 tael of silver to stay here for a day. Plus three meals a day, duh. It is estimated that the waiter will get two taels of silver at the end of the day. Zhu Pingan smacked his tongue slightly.

There were about fifty or sixty people in the lobby. They are all dressed in a very high-end style, either elegant or elegant. At first glance, they look like they are talented people who have read the poems and books of sages.

The clothes Zhu Pingan wore were starched and white, and there were two holes in them. When he walked into the lobby, he looked very out of place.

"Hey, what's your name? Let me register it."

The inn clerk followed Zhu Pingan into the lobby and shouted after Zhu Pingan. In fact, he didn't want to register this person who was destined to be soy sauce at all, but the boss had regulations that everyone who came to couplets must be registered. The store clerk did not dare to violate the boss's regulations, so he had to call Zhu Pingan from behind.

"My name is Ren Di, Ren from Ren Yi, Di from Rong Di."

Zhu Ping'an stopped, looked at the impatient shop assistant behind him, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and revealed a simple and honest smile.

"Rendi, what a local name." The store clerk muttered, then turned to go to the counter to register.

Most people in the lobby had similar feelings about the name Zhu Pingan said, but some people still heard something from Zhu Pingan's voice. They looked at the store clerk registering the book and let out a series of low laughter. .

"Hehehe, Vincent, I bet this guy's name is not Rendi." A well-dressed young man pushed the young man named Vincent next to him and couldn't help but smile.

"Why?"

Vincent asked casually. He was still thinking about the couplet he didn't answer, and didn't pay attention to the scene just now.

"This guy looks honest and honest, but he's actually quite bad." The well-dressed young man couldn't help but smile and replied.

Vincent, who was thinking about the couplet, looked at his partner with some confusion when he heard this.

"Ren Di, haha, I'm just a bit inferior. He was mocking the shop clerk for looking down on me. The clerk was stupid enough to actually register. Hahahaha, it really made me laugh." The vulgar young man held his stomach and laughed non-stop.

The dog's eyes look down on people, and the store clerk's dog eyes look down on Ren Di, hahaha, it seems that this young man is not simple, but interesting.

The young man named Vincent turned his attention to the simple-dressed and honest-looking young man in the lobby, and pursed his lips slightly, showing great interest.

There were also many thoughtful people in the lobby who heard Zhu Pingan's voiceover and couldn't help laughing.

The clerk who was registering looked at the laughter in the lobby with some doubts, thinking that everyone was laughing at the name of Zhu Ping'an standing in the lobby, Ren Di, such a local name, and then lowered his head again Register carefully.

However, after laughing, most people in the lobby still have the same view of Zhu Pingan as before. This young man is just a poor boy from the countryside. He is just a little clever. There are also smart children in the countryside. At the age of three, he can I work in the fields pulling weeds, and can herd sheep at the age of five. I am smarter and more alert, but that's all, there is no big development.

Regarding Zhu Ping'an's behavior of raising his head and hanging the six couplets in the lobby, they thought it was just a pretense, and we couldn't forgive him. What a fool he could be. Don't be kidding. He just put on a show to save himself the embarrassment of walking out in despair later.

No matter what everyone in the inn thought, after Zhu Pingan walked out of the inn lobby, he looked up at the couplets hanging in the lobby.

The couplets are all written in cinnabar on silk nearly two feet wide, hanging from the third floor to the first floor. They are arranged vertically in running script, and the pen breaks and the meanings are connected, like flowing clouds and flowing water.

The first couplet has only seven characters, which seems simple, but if you read it carefully, you will find the mystery hidden in it:

"Quiet Spring on the Mountain"

I have a free time at work today and am writing an additional chapter. I would like to express my special thanks to the moderator of my book review section, ♂ Paradise on Fire, Like My Xiao He, for allowing me to devote myself to writing without any worries. Thank you very much.