Rise From the Humble

At three o'clock in the morning.

Before about 5:30, Zhu Pingan got up, washed up, opened the door, and another fresh morning came to the world.

At dawn, the sky is dark, the east is a little fish belly white, and the sun is still gestating under the horizon.

The entire capital was still immersed in sleep.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the little girl in the ear room rubbed her eyes, put on her clothes and went out. When they saw Zhu Pingan who had finished washing and was about to go out, the two little girls widened their eyes in surprise and subconsciously looked up. It's not daylight yet, why did my uncle get up so early?

"There's no need to prepare my breakfast. I'm going out." Zhu Ping'an nodded, then walked out the door with the cloth bag slung across his body.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

It wasn't until Zhu Pingan walked out of Tingyuxuan that the two girls came back to their senses. They looked at their uncle's leaving figure and looked at each other with their mouths open. They couldn't understand why Zhu Pingan went to bed so late and woke up so early.

The night ban had just ended, and there were still very few people on the streets outside.

Zhu Ping'an left the Linhuai Marquis Mansion and walked forward along Gonghou Street. He turned left at the second intersection and walked along the alley with weeping willows to another street. After turning right, he saw a gurgling inner courtyard. canal.

As usual, Zhu Pingan found a good place by the river and sat on a stone with his back against a weeping willow.

When I sat down, the sun was already rising from the horizon.

Zhu Ping'an leaned against the tree trunk, took out the book he borrowed from the Hanlin Academy from the slanted cloth bag, and read it with relish while looking at the golden river surface.

A year's plan begins in spring, a day's plan begins in the morning.

Human memory, like the liver, has several periods of time when it is most efficient, among which morning is the period of the day when memory is best. Zhu Ping'an has always had the habit of reading in the morning. He gets up early to read a book and read an article, and he always gains something. After reading in the morning, he has breakfast, which does not delay things at all.

The sound of birds in spring, cicadas in summer, insects in autumn, snow in winter, wind in willows in the forest, gurgling water in streams In the morning, no matter how early you get up, you will never be alone.

After daybreak, Zhu Pingan put the book into the cloth bag, patted the dust off his clothes, got up and walked towards the bustling street.

The street is already full of people coming and going, and the shops on the street are also open or preparing to open.

The aroma of the breakfast shop spreads far, and there is always a smell that can arouse the taste buds of passers-by.

"Steamed buns, big buns with thin skin and meat stuffing. They are very oily." The waiter at the bun shop guarded the bun stove on the stove in front of the door, opened a drawer of hot meat buns, and shouted to the passers-by. stand up.

"Master Liu, here you are, the newly baked mutton guata. You can buy some and take them home for your children and mother-in-law to taste. Wrap them in lotus leaves to make them more fragrant." The young man from the pot sticker guata shop stood on the road. Bian cordially took a regular customer.

Breakfast shops in other streets sell wontons, sesame cakes, fried cypress, hot and sour noodles, fried liver, tripe soup, offal soup, etc. They are all busy and busy, and they can smell the fragrance from afar.

Standing in front of a biscuit shop with a cloth bag slung across his shoulders, Zhu Pingan watched with interest the master chef making biscuits.

The old master worked very quickly, wearing a coarse cloth apron around his waist, with dough in one hand and a rolling pin in the other. He played with the dough, pounded the dough, rolled out the dough, and "beat the flowers" rhythmically with the rolling pin.

The fragrant smell of sesame cakes emanates from the clay oven.

"Guest officer~~sit inside~~" The store clerk saw Zhu Ping'an standing in front of the clay stove, and hurried over to greet him.

"What do we have in the store?" Zhu Pingan asked.

Although the biscuits are very fragrant, if there are only biscuits in the store, the breakfast will lack the taste of mix and match.

"The fine flour sesame cakes are sold for two bucks each. Come and see the size of the sesame cakes. In addition to the sesame cakes, our store also has handmade noodles, mixed noodles, offal soup, tofu curd, tofu curd, and braised noodles. If you want to eat something else, I’ll buy it for you in the blink of an eye.” The store clerk dialed a thousand and greeted him warmly.

hehe

We’ve all talked about this, how could we not enter?

"Okay, here are two sesame seed pancakes, one bowl stewed, more sesame sauce, and more minced coriander and chives." Zhu Pingan nodded with a smile, walked into the store, and sat down at an empty table near the door. .

"Okay, two sesame seed pancakes, one bowl stewed, pour more sesame sauce, sprinkle more minced coriander and minced chives." The store clerk bowed to greet Zhu Ping'an into the store, then raised his head to report to the kitchen.

The chef agreed.

Soon, a bowl of hot braised pork was served on the table, along with two fragrant sesame cakes. In addition, the store also gave a stack of delicious pickles for free.

The hot braised pancakes are cooked with freshly baked sesame seeds. The taste is delicious and makes Zhu Ping'an move his fingers. However, the only drawback is that the side dishes provided by the store are not as delicious as those made by his mother, Chen.

In the middle of eating, Zhu Pingan heard a commotion at the door of the store, and many diners turned their heads to look at the door.

Putting down his chopsticks, Zhu Pingan turned to look at the door, and saw a slovenly middle-aged man coming in. He had a dark face, an unkempt beard, and his hair seemed to have not been washed for half a month. He was carrying a bamboo basket on his back.

"Shopkeeper, can you give me a bowl of noodles? I went to the city to sell wild goods yesterday. I lost my wallet. I haven't eaten all day. I'm so hungry."

The sloppy middle-aged man stood at the door, rubbed his hands, and asked the shopkeeper.

The shop clerk at the door was trying to pull him out, and the man he was pulling was even more ragged.

It was the appearance of this person that caused the commotion.

"fraud."

"Don't believe even fake beggars."

"Shopkeeper, don't trust him, I've seen a lot of people like this."

"Don't be fooled. This kind of scam is too common. I've seen a few in Dongzhimen before. They borrow money from people they meet on the roadside and say they haven't eaten in a few days. Such people make a lot of money in a day."

The customers in the shop pointed at the man at the door and started talking, and they reminded the shopkeeper and the people around him emphatically not to be fooled.

"Get out, get out." The shopkeeper glanced briefly, then waved impatiently towards the door.

The store clerk was ordered to drive people out harder.

"Wait."

Just as the man was about to be kicked out, he suddenly heard a young man's voice coming from inside the store.

who?

Why are you so stupid?

How could you still be fooled after being reminded?

Everyone turned their heads and saw Zhu Pingan waving to the store clerk. Everyone couldn't help but sigh when they saw this.

"Make a bowl of noodles and charge it to my account. Also"

Zhu Ping'an stopped the store clerk from chasing people away, called the store clerk to his side, and gave some instructions in the store clerk's ear.

Since someone is paying, the store will naturally stop chasing people away.

Soon, a bowl of noodles was served. After the middle-aged man thanked Zhu Pingan, he sat on the table and ate hungrily.

In less than a minute, I finished the entire bowl of noodles and drank all the soup.

After the middle-aged man finished eating, Zhu Pingan took out another dime of silver from his pocket, worth about a hundred cash, and stuffed it into the man's hand, telling him to go home quickly and not to worry his family.

The man thanked me profusely.

"You got Fooled."

"Hey, you were deceived."

"That's a liar, young man."

After the man left, everyone said that Zhu Pingan had been fooled and were worried about Zhu Pingan.

"The store didn't ask the store to add salt to the bowl of noodles just now." Zhu Pingan said softly as he watched the middle-aged man leave.