Rise From the Humble

At dusk, in order to avoid violating the night ban, Wang Shizhen and Zhang Siwei went hand in hand and agreed to take Zhu Ping'an to visit the capital in the next day.

At this time, there were a lot less people in the inn, and those who remained, like Zhu Ping'an, also stayed in the inn.

When Zhu Pingan was about to get up and go upstairs, the innkeeper led the shop assistant over. The innkeeper was an old man with long sleeves and a good dancer. He was about fifty years old and had a good conversation. He cupped his hands and apologized to Zhu Pingan:

"This young master is an old man who is not good at discipline and has offended him a lot. This old man has apologized to young master on behalf of his boss. This kind of arrogant guy will be cleared out by our shop. We hope that you will be happy with the rules of the shop."

As soon as the shopkeeper finished speaking, the shop assistant next to him hurriedly apologized to Zhu Pingan, his expression was like the end of the world, "Young master, you can't see Mount Tai with your eyes! Dog eyes look down on people, and you bumped into your master! There are a lot of young masters, Let’s spare the little one this time~!~!~”

Looking at the shopkeeper who handed over his hands to apologize, and the shop assistant who looked like it was the end of the world, Zhu Ping'an was startled for a moment, then raised the corners of his lips and shook his head with a smile.

The matter is over, and besides, I didn't suffer any loss. In addition, I got free room and board for a month. Why would I care about such a trivial matter? Looking at the apocalyptic look on this store clerk's face, he should probably remember this lesson, why there is no need to drive everyone away.

So, Zhu Ping'an raised his hand to the shopkeeper in return, shook his head slightly and smiled indifferently, and lightly let go of the contemptuous shop assistant next to him.

"Thanks to the blessing of your store, I have a place to live in. It's too late to thank you for safety, so how can you offend me? As for this guy, just a small punishment, and make mistakes in the future. It's not too late to be expelled."

After hearing Zhu Ping'an's words, the shop assistant next to him who looked like he was at the end of the world breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up at Zhu Ping'an gratefully, feeling ashamed and regretful.

"Young Master is kind and kind, which is rare in the world."

The shopkeeper looked at Zhu Pingan with a sigh and said something sincerely. If Zhu Pingan's talents shocked the innkeeper in the couplet just now, then at this time, Zhu Pingan's conduct shocked the innkeeper again.

"Why don't you thank the young master quickly? If the young master hadn't interceded for you, I would have kicked you out of the store." The shopkeeper turned to scold the shop assistant next to him.

"Thank you so much, Master. I will definitely change my past mistakes. Master, I am so kind to you. I will tie a grass ring in my mouth and I will never forget it."

The shop clerk's face turned red and he looked at Zhu Pingan with shame. He was very grateful to Zhu Pingan for his generosity.

"The customer is the Jade Emperor. Don't do this again in the future."

Zhu Pingan shook his head nonchalantly, patted the shop assistant on the shoulder and said something.

The customer is the Jade Emperor. After hearing these words, the shopkeeper on the other side's eyes lit up, and he seemed to be touched, and then looked at Zhu Pingan's eyes. Even more respect.

Zhu Ping'an also saw that the waiter in the store had regrets, so he helped him speak to the shopkeeper. Zhu Ping'an's tolerance towards people is not unprincipled accommodation, nor is it a compatibility of good and evil. But unify tolerance for others with criticism of mistakes, if the other person is stubborn. I don't condone it myself.

After this incident, the store clerk seemed to be a new person. After leading Zhu Pingan to the room, he immediately went downstairs to get Zhu Pingan a bucket of hot water and sent it to Zhu Pingan's room.

As soon as Zhu Ping'an entered the room, he couldn't help but admire the generosity of the inn.

This room can be compared to a modern five-star hotel. There are three suites in a huge area. The decoration inside is extremely luxurious. Potted plants, rockery waterfalls, and glazed oil lampshades make the whole room very tasteful. In addition to the gorgeous decoration, the room is also very comfortable to live in. The living facilities inside are very complete, including tables, chairs, beds, cabinets, etc., and there is even an independent shower room inside.

Another point worthy of praise is that the room is as warm as spring. It is still freezing cold outside at this time, but it is warm and very comfortable in the room. Maybe there are earth dragons hidden in the walls of the room, which makes the room so warm and spring-like. Zhu Pingan walked leisurely to the balcony, and sure enough he saw a small chimney made of glazed tiles protruding from the outer wall. The location was quite secret. As expected, it was Dilong. The owner of this inn was really willing to spend money. Earth dragons are not easy to set up, and burning charcoal is also very expensive. Except for dignitaries, even ordinary wealthy families do not have earth dragons.

The city knows how to play!

However, very satisfied.

After Zhu Ping'an was satisfied with visiting the room, he took a hot bath and soaked away all the dust and dust along the way. After soaking in the bath, I feel refreshed all over, and then I changed into thinner clean clothes, took out the books, pens and inks I brought in the bag, put them on the desk, and put them away neatly.

Then, he turned on the oil lamp, sat at the desk by the window, laid out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and recorded his recent experiences in a small book. This became a habit.

After writing about his experiences, Zhu Ping'an opened the Analects of Confucius at random, found a sentence from it, and tried to write an eight-part essay. Having been in the Ming Dynasty for a long time, I have become familiar with the Eight-part essay style. The more you practice the Eight-part essay, the better you will get at it. I picked up the pen and polished it, and took the time to finish writing an eight-part article. Then I read the eight-part article carefully and revised its shortcomings carefully.

By the time this eight-legged essay was revised and perfected, the entire capital was shrouded in boundless silence and darkness.

Turn off the lights and fall asleep, have a good night's sleep.

The next day, before dawn, it was around six o'clock, Zhu Ping'an got up, washed up, carried his schoolbag across his shoulders, and went downstairs with a black wooden board in his arms. He left the inn and walked along the street. The night ban was over at this time, and the night ban regulations of the Ming Dynasty were very clear. The night ban began when the evening drum was struck at three o'clock in the morning, and the night ban ended when the morning drum was sounded at five o'clock. At five o'clock, that is, around 5:10 Beijing time.

It was still dark outside, and in this season, the capital didn't get light until after seven o'clock. But even though the sky was not bright at this time, there were already many people on the street outside. Zhu Pingan walked forward aimlessly with a cloth bag on his shoulders and a black wooden board between his arms.

Turning left and turning right, I somehow came to West Chang'an Avenue, which is close to Xiyuan. Most of the people living on this street are high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

At this time, the eastern sky was reddish with blackness, and the sky gradually brightened, but the visibility was still not great.

A hazy red dot appeared in front of Chang'an Street, and five or six rays of light appeared, coming from south to north. When the nearby people saw the bright light, they consciously moved to the side of the street to avoid it. Zhu Ping'an was also pulled to the side of the road by an old man with a white beard.

As the red light got closer, I realized it was six big red lanterns.

Six red lanterns surround a sedan chair covered by curtains carried by eight people. On both sides of the sedan chair are guards standing with swords, and on both sides of the sedan chair are two maids holding red lanterns.

Zhu Ping'an narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the ostentatious sedan chair slowly approaching.

When he was approaching Zhu Ping'an, Zhu Ping'an heard an old man coughing from inside the sedan chair. After the cough, he saw a maid holding a lantern naturally stretched out her jade hand and opened the curtain on the side window of the sedan chair. Bend your knees and raise your pink face at 45 degrees.

Almost at the same time, half of the old man's face was exposed from the side window of the sedan chair, with very benevolent eyebrows.

Then, a spitting sound was heard.

As if coordinating tens of thousands of times, the maid outside the sedan chair raised the flour noodles at 45 degrees, lightly opened her vermilion lips, and then put the old man's thick spittle into her mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp, lowering her eyebrows and smiling as if there was nothing .

Then the curtain was closed, and the sedan chair continued to move forward. The set of movements was very natural, as if the scene just now was very ordinary.

This scene appeared too suddenly, without any precautions, it came into the sight of Zhu Pingan on the street, and Zhu Pingan retched in response.

A sword-carrying guard standing beside the sedan chair heard the sound and gave Zhu Pingan a hard look, his eyes full of warning, before continuing to move forward with the sedan chair.

Damn it, the city knows how to play!

Zhu Pingan looked at the sedan chair going away, and in his heart, ten thousand grass and mud horses roared past.