Rotten wood cannot be carved, and summer insects cannot be said to be ice

The students who are only eight buckets high within a radius of several miles have found a sense of superiority here in Zhu Ping'an, and they are full of confidence, feeling that they can even win three yuan this year, smile confidently, wave their sleeves, and embark on the journey to the county seat.

Traveling all the way to the mountains and rivers, chanting poems and lyrics, as if you can pull the egg if you go fast, it is completely a turtle moving forward with wood. No wonder it is said that Xiucai rebelled and failed in ten years.

Zhu Ping'an followed behind these people, and it hurt to see it, so he silently read the four books in his heart, trying to solve the problem of the content, so as not to waste time like these students.

Eight strands of text, it is not easy. After studying in the Ming Dynasty for a few years, Zhu Ping'an felt that its difficulty was much more difficult than the modern college entrance examination essay and civil servant argument. Although the titles of the Bagu essays are limited to the four books of "University", "The Mean", "The Analects" and "Mencius", there is no limit to the number of words and forms of the titles. The title can be a complete chapter of the book, a complete paragraph, or a sentence, a word. It is very difficult to solve the problem, and the eight-strand text is strict, and it is important not to "commit" or "commit", such as this sentence in the Analects: Those who know are not confused, those who are benevolent are not worried, and those who are brave are not afraid. If the question of the eight-strand essay is "the benevolent are not worried", when you think about the problem, you can't think of "the knower is not confused", and you are guilty of it; In the same way, when you think about solving a problem, you can't think of "the brave are not afraid", thinking is committing it.

Zhu Ping'an thought about solving the problem while walking, he was already very honest and honest, but now he is even more naïve.

The students who traveled in the mountains and rivers occasionally looked back at Zhu Ping'an, and when they saw this, they were called companions, and laughter came from time to time.

"Yu'er, it's a long way to go, you are young and frail, and you handed over the things you put your valuables to your uncle, and the uncle took you to the county seat and returned them to you. You can also take it easy. Uncle Zhu Shouren quietly came to Zhu Ping'an's side, and said that Ling Ran was righteous, and he stretched out his hand to take the small burden that Zhu Ping'an was carrying, which was very elder-like.

Zhu Ping'an was interrupted by Uncle Zhu Shouren's words, and when he saw that the uncle was about to reach out to relieve his little burden, he couldn't help but dodge slightly sideways, looking at Uncle Zhu Shouren, the corners of his mouth turned into a smile and said loudly:

"Filial piety comes first, uncles and elders also, and don't do to others what you don't want, and dare to work uncles in peace."

Zhu Ping'an's words attracted the attention of the people who came forward, and they all turned their heads to look over, Uncle Zhu Shouren was rejected by Zhu Ping'an, at this time, he was also a celebrity and gentleman, with an elegant smile on his face, and a generous elder, "It's okay, since you want to exercise, then so be it, if you are tired, go straight to the uncle, and the uncle will share the luggage with you." ”

"Brother Zhu, you are really a benevolent elder."

"Brother Zhu, the love of licking calves is really my role model."

More than a dozen students praised Uncle Zhu Shouren and benevolent, and Uncle Zhu was also modest and said that he didn't dare to be, what kind of old cow licking calves, human nature and so on.

So, the uncle and more than ten students traveled in front of the mountains and rivers, chanting poems and lyrics, and there was a heroic atmosphere.

Zhu Ping'an looked at the uncle lightly from behind, and the corners of his mouth hooked up. If you really want to help me carry things to share, why don't you take a heavy backpack, a small burden is less than two pounds in total, what do you share, you want to unknowingly entangle my travel plate as your own. Before leaving, my father was forced to risk angering the Chen family because of his grandfather's face, and he had already given the uncle five taels of silver, but he didn't mention the matter of paying it back, and the uncle was still not satisfied.

After walking for two or three hours, and only seven or eight miles, someone suggested finding a sheltered place from the wind and eating something to rest before walking.

So, the group found an abandoned mountain temple, stepped into it, spread hay or blankets and the like, and some wealthy students asked the accompanying scholars to put the meat and wine they carried on the ground, and beckoned everyone to drink and write poems together.

Of course, Zhu Ping'an, the person who came to the boy test, was ignored, and even the uncle who "licked the calf deeply" did not mean to "lick the calf" at all, these people sat around and no one came to greet Zhu Ping'an, and there was no place for Zhu Ping'an. Zhu Ping'an only has the same treatment as those people's scholars, in the corner.

Zhu Ping'an didn't care at all, walked to the corner of the temple and spread hay, sat down, took out the egg flour cake specially baked by his mother Chen before leaving from the accompanying baggage, sandwiched a piece of tender cucumber that his mother Chen learned to pickle from his grandmother, and put the water in the bamboo tube around his waist, shook off his cheeks, and ate it with relish.

The melon crispy cake is fragrant and tastes great.

At this moment, suddenly outside the mountain temple, there was a weak and pitiful voice of a girl calling for help:

"Help, help"

The girl's voice is weak with pity, pity with fright, fright with trembling, trembling with helplessness, helplessness with a little crying to your heart, anyone who just hears this helpless voice, the chest will burst out with a sense of justice.

What's more, along with the girl's weak, pitiful and helpless crying call for help, there is still a disheveled girl, with innocent eyes that are crying red, with a weak appearance and a look of being oppressed, revealing a kind of pity temperament that I see.

The helpless crying girl who shouted for help stumbled and accidentally saw the students resting in the mountain temple, and I saw a poignant hope on my delicate face, and stumbled towards the mountain temple.

This helpless voice, this girl I feel sorry for

As a result, more than a dozen students with a flood of compassion and a sense of justice shouted out a famous sentence that has been sung for thousands of years:

"In broad daylight, Lang Lang Qiankun, where do gangsters dare to rob the people's daughters!"

Zhu Ping'an, who was sitting in the corner eating cakes and eating pickled cucumbers, almost didn't spit out the cakes in his mouth when he heard this, and hurriedly drank a sip of water to suppress the shock.

For the girl calling for help outside the door, Zhu Ping'an just glanced at it, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, but then he didn't move, and then gnawed his own egg cake, chewed his own cucumber, and drank his own water.

More than a dozen students with a flood of compassion and a strong sense of justice shouted out a famous sentence for the ages, and one by one they came out and began their heroic journey to save the United States.

The eyes of the helpless girl in disheveled clothes were full of gratitude, and she stumbled behind more than a dozen students, and grabbed the corner of the clothes behind a certain student with trembling helplessness, trembling.

Chasing behind the girl were five oily-headed, pink-faced, thief-eyed hooligans, who could see at a glance that they were not good people.

"Hand over that girl, or don't blame the brothers for being rude."

The five ruffians stood not far away and paused, as if they were afraid of everyone, but they deliberately showed an arrogant appearance, trying to scare everyone away.

Hearing the words of these ruffians, the girl hiding behind a certain student trembled even more, and there was a trilling voice in her voice:

"Grace fathers, be careful, slaves, slaves are afraid"

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