Come on, what is this, if you tell those modern connotation jokes, then they must not be twisted and sent to the official.

The black-bellied girl and the bun maid and others were ashamed and ashamed, and they were all angry.

However, this also gave Zhu Ping'an a while to choose books, and he roughly swept this row of books, and selected two books from them, one is a collection of Zhu Zi's insights from reading the Four Books and the Five Classics. The other is the eight-strand model essay collection, which is the classic eight-strand text that was circulated in this dynasty, and the ancient imperial examination papers were sent back to me, so these classic eight-strand texts were also circulated. These two books, no matter which one they are, Zhu Ping'an wants to take them back and copy them slowly. It's just that because of the rule that you can only choose one to take home, some don't know how to choose.

"It's okay if you choose two copies, but you have to tell us about the Tianlong Babu that you didn't finish when you left, and continue to talk about it for a while."

When Zhu Ping'an didn't know how to choose, the bun maid spoke at the hint of the black-bellied girl.

Zhu Ping'an naturally would not refuse.

So they took out peanuts and melon seeds and other snacks to sit in rows, especially the black-bellied girl Li Shu asked the little maid and others to bring the seafood frozen here, and moved the small iron stove over, put the very expensive silver frost charcoal into it, and started to barbecue seafood on the spot. After the silver frost charcoal was lit on fire, there was no smoke, and the barbecue made could retain the original flavor of the seafood to the greatest extent, and Zhu Ping'an, who was sitting not far away and talking about Tianlong Babu, was frequently attracted to this view.

Naturally, he was teased by the black-bellied girl again.

"It's really useless, the sound is mixed with the sound of saliva!" The black-bellied girl glanced at Zhu Ping'an, sneered, and then waved her little hand like a charity, and asked the bun maid to choose a plate of seafood for Zhu Ping'an.

The maid of the bun chose a small dish and sent it to Zhu Ping'an, it seemed that she still had the resentment of the Mulan allusion just now, glared at Zhu Ping'an, and forcefully put Xiaodie's seafood on the desk in front of Zhu Ping'an, and her voice was a little bit pretending to be a fox, "It's really cheap for you, this silver frost charcoal and seafood was just sent by the young lady to send someone from the master, and I just arrived today, it's really cheap for you." ”

"Mouthy!" The black-bellied girl said angrily, stopped the little Sanba behavior of the bun maid, prevented her from continuing to speak, and looked at Zhu Ping'an arrogantly and said, "You wiped your saliva quickly, your voice mixed with saliva is disgusting." ”

Zhu Ping'an looked at the plate of fragrant seafood in front of him, slightly surprised, this is all fresh seafood preserved in ice, I didn't expect that I could eat seafood in a mountain village, it seems that the black girl is not arrogant all day long, I heard that Master Li has been outside with some Hui businessmen to participate in the salt rice tea business and make a lot of money, but I didn't expect it to be so generous, in order to satisfy the appetite of the little daughter, you can let people transport seafood from the coast with ice at any cost.

I thought I was just a rich man, but now it seems that I am afraid that I am far underestimated. In this era, the benefits of salt and iron, I'm afraid I can't imagine it.

The Ming Dynasty was an important period for the formation and development of salt merchant capital. In the Ming government Hongwu three years (1370) to implement the "call merchants to transport grain and salt" policy of opening the middle of the policy, the Ming Dynasty salt merchants ushered in a golden age, especially Ye Qi salt law and Li Ruhua, Yuan Shizhen implementation of the program transportation law, salt merchants are ushered in a great development. One of the most important salt merchants was the Hui merchants, and the "big Jia" and "Shangjia" among the Hui merchants were usually salt merchants. The salt merchants in Huizhou are "salty in Huai and Zhejiang", and they are concentrated in Huai and Zhejiang to carry out business activities, which is almost this area.

Unexpectedly, the pot-bellied landlord was actually a salt merchant, but he was still quite low-key, dormant in the mountain village, presumably a lesson learned from Shen Wansan's experience.

However, it has nothing to do with itself.

Zhu Ping'an sandwiched a grilled squid dipped in seasoning, the taste is pure, the color and fragrance are attractive, the taste is delicious, quite q, and with the fragrance of the sauce, the taste is simply a must.

"Is enough enough, if you don't talk about it, I'll kick you out, and don't want to step through the door in the future." The black-bellied girl saw Zhu Ping'an eat a grilled squid, and the aftertaste was endless, as if she had never seen the world, and couldn't help but say disdainfully.

It's really impatient, but food requires patience, and every piece of meat has its temper.

At the urging of the black-bellied girl, Zhu Ping'an began to speak again.

Every character in "Dragon Babu" is very good, and the plot is a peak after a peak, this time Zhu Ping'an directly finished the battle of Shaolin Temple, Qiao Feng with one enemy and three, and gave full play to his world-beating skills.

After listening to this plot, the black-bellied girl was surging and couldn't let go.

"That's all for today, I have to go back to the book." After Zhu Ping'an finished speaking, he got up and went to the door to register, and then said goodbye and left.

"Don't go, it's going to be back."

"That's it, it's still early, let's talk about it a little more."

The old mothers and little maids who were listening with relish opened their mouths to stay, Zhu Ping'an just turned around and smiled and said that he would talk about it next time, and left.

It wasn't long before I got home and it was time to make dinner, my mother Chen was already making preparations, and my eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan had also returned from the mountain, bringing back two hares and a small half basket of fungus and bamboo shoots and other delicacies from the mountain.

Back in the room, Zhu Ping'an spread the borrowed books on the table by the window, prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone one by one, and carefully copied them word by word.

The first to transcribe is the classic eight-strand text handed down in contemporary times, in the process of copying, you can also feel that the eight-strand text of the Ming Dynasty is still slightly inferior to the eight-strand text of the Qing Dynasty, after all, the eight-strand text of the Qing Dynasty has lasted for hundreds of years, and it is only a short hundred years in the Ming Dynasty. The Ming Dynasty was sharp, and the Qing Dynasty was more mature.

When I finished copying the third chapter, I heard the sound of a bell outside, and Zhu's father also drove back with an ox cart.

I have a good heart, and my mother Chen also happened to make dinner.

The dinner was very sumptuous, and his mother Chen even caught Zhu Ping'an and fed him for a while, as if she wanted to fatten Zhu Ping'an with one meal, chicken, rabbit and fish, all piled up the bowl in front of Zhu Ping'an.

After dinner, Zhu Ping'an wanted to help his mother wash the dishes, but was kicked out by the Chen family in the name of Junzi Yuan's cooking.

Just after Zhu Ping'an was driven out here, Zhu's father, who was spending the night in the yard, was caught and brushed the pot.

"It's not a gentleman who cooks far away." Zhu's father's aggrieved voice came from the stove room.

"If you are here, what kind of gentleman are you, so I will ask you if you are Zhu Shouyi?" Mother Chen began the roar of the Hedong lion in the stove room.

"Huh." Father Zhu replied crisply.

Then came the sound of my mother's low laughter.

Zhu Ping'an listened outside the stove room, unable to complain: What a show of affection!

returned to his room, lit the oil lamp, Zhu Ping'an started the book copying plan again, and one by one neat small letters from the pen seemed to be alive, arranged on rice paper, which looked very pleasing to the eye.

In the middle of the month, when the stars filled the night sky, Zhu Ping'an packed up his desk, turned off the oil lamp and fell asleep.

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