For some reason, after Zhu Ping'an praised the Li family's cook, the atmosphere in the study seemed to have improved, and the black-bellied girl was also a lot safer.

After the atmosphere was good, the little girl with the bun asked Zhu Ping'an some questions curiously from time to time, such as whether lifting people is an official, whether lifting people does not have to pay taxes, whether lifting people can eat in restaurants without charging money, and so on.

"Do you think you can become an official if you are admitted to the exam? Do you think you don't have to pay taxes and serve in the levy if you are admitted to the exam? Do you think you can eat and wear without worrying if you are admitted to the exam? Do you think you're going to be a lifter?"

Zhu Ping'an put down the book in his hand, faced the little girl with a bun face, hooked the corners of his lips and said several rhetorical questions in a row.

After listening to Zhu Ping'an's question, the little girl with a bun face covered her mouth in surprise, "Isn't it true?" ”

"I'll tell you, it's all true." Zhu Ping'an hooked the corners of his lips and continued in a joking tone.

Bun little girl

"Stupid girl, don't listen to his nonsense, lifting people only has the qualifications to be officials, and the middle lift will not directly assign official positions, and those who can't pass the Jinshi exam will go to the Ministry of Officials to sign up for candidates, and there must be hundreds of people queuing up for a vacancy, and there is no way to queue up until the old is not in turn."

Li Shu, a black-bellied girl, pursed her lips disdainfully, and it was not her turn to pull the tail note of these three words.

"Then if you get in line, you will be an official?"

The little girl with the bun puffed out her mouth, and her face was incredible. Zhu Ping'an in front of him used to be just a cow herding kid, and his clothes and food were not as good as his own, but it has only been a few years, and the cow herding baby can be an official.

Isn't that the point?

The black-bellied girl glared at the little girl with hatred, and the little girl with a blank look looked at her, and subconsciously shrank her head, not understanding why her young lady was glaring at her.

Seeing this, Zhu Ping'an smiled faintly, then lowered his head and continued to read his book.

The years are quiet, and the study is quiet, except for the occasional silver bell-like laughter of the black-bellied girl when she is watching "The Legend of the Heavenly Slaughter".

Time left a lingering ink fragrance in the book, Zhu Ping'an was reading intently on the desk, and the black-bellied girl was also sitting quietly reading. The sunlight through the window shone on the two of them, sprinkling golden light on the two of them, just like a golden boy and a girl.

The little girl who was bored with snacks on the side dozed off, and the little fat hand held her chin. The little head was still little by little, like a pendulum, and finally when he nodded his head, the little fat hand did not support his chin, and the little head suddenly fell on the table, making a "bang" sound. Broke the silence of the study.

Zhu Ping'an, who was concentrating on reading, was shocked by this sound, and shifted his gaze from the book to the pitiful little girl with a bun holding his chin on the side, and then looked out the window.

It's getting late, and it's time to go home.

Zhu Ping'an got up, began to organize his schoolbag, and put the book in his bag.

The black-bellied girl on the other side glared hard at a poor little girl with buns.

After Zhu Ping'an put away the book, he said goodbye to the black-bellied girl and others. took his schoolbag cross-body and left the Li family in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Soon after Zhu Ping'an left, Li Shu, a black-bellied girl, went to the bookshelf and flipped through the books on the shelf at will, slowly paced to the bookshelf where celebrity biographies were placed on one side, and randomly extracted a few biographies compiled by the contemporaries.

The books selected by the black-bellied girl are all held by the little girl with a bun, a total of six books, all of which are very thin booklets, namely "The Biography of Ganluo", "The Biography of Huo Zhen", "The Biography of Kong Rong", "The Biography of Wang Rong", "The Biography of Sima Guang" and "The Biography of Yang Tinghe".

"Go and call Wang Xiaoer, and then go to the back kitchen to arrange a dinner. Miss, I want to eat something light today, you watch them make it. After the black-bellied girl chose six books, she stopped her hand and gave an order to the little girl with the bun holding the book on the side.

"Yes Miss."

The little girl with the bun held the book and put it on the desk. Then he trotted out of the study with his skirt on his sleeve.

"Brother Wang" bun girl trotted all the way to the stable in the front yard and called.

Soon, Wang Xiaoer came to the study and stood at the door waiting for the black-bellied girl to give orders.

"Well, send those biographies to my father quickly, and you have to read more books to do business. Well, if the lord doesn't read it, let someone read it to my dad at night. ”

Li Shu, a black-bellied girl, casually pointed to the six biographies on the desk and said to Wang Xiaoer casually, but the cold light in her eyes let Wang Xiaoer know that her young lady's order was very important.

"Follow the instructions of the eldest lady, and the little one will lead the horse." Wang Xiaoer replied very respectfully, and was about to go to the desk to pick up the book.

"Wait a minute." The black-bellied girl waved her hand.

Wang Xiaoer stood in response, bent over and standing motionless at the door.

The black-bellied girl took the pen and ink on the desk, found a fine brush and dipped it in the ink, opened one of the biographies of celebrities, and dropped the brush in the blank space on the back of the first page of the cover.

The words written by the black-bellied girl on the book are almost exactly the same as the font of the text of this biography, and if it weren't for the fact that the ink hadn't dried, it would really make people think that these words were there in the first place.

The black-bellied girl who landed on the back of the cover was a proverb:

Rather bully the white bearded man,

Don't bully young people into poverty;

There must be a day when the dragon wears the phoenix,

I don't believe that I wear pants through the hole.

After writing this proverb on this biography, the black-bellied girl nodded, and said it very casually, so that it would be more comfortable to watch.

After writing, the black-bellied girl took another book, and inscribed a sentence after it, the font is exactly the same as the font of the body of this biography, and the inscription is just right, not abrupt at all:

Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi; Wu Bai is two, and heaven makes a mystery.

Then the other four biographies, the black-bellied girl also added a sentence or two on the back of the cover, all in the same font as the main text, in order of the following verses:

"The court is Tian Shelang, and the twilight is in the Tianzi Hall; There will be no seeds, and men should be self-reliant. ”

"Young children must study diligently, and articles can stand up; Zhu Zigui of the Manchu Dynasty is full of scholars. ”

"Since childhood, he has learned a lot of talents, and he has high ambitions in his life; Others have swords, but I have a pen like a sword. ”

"Mo Dao is wrong, and his poems and books live up to his people; Reach the world, and the poor are also good. ”

After writing all the six biographies, Li Shu, a black-bellied girl, put down the brush in her hand, and then called Wang Xiaoer, who was standing at the door, to the table, pointed to the back of the cover page of one of the biographies and asked casually:

"Look, is the word I just wrote exactly the same as the text in the text?"

"If it weren't for the young lady's reminder, the little one would have thought that these words would have existed." Wang Xiaoer bent over and said.

"Well, I'm at ease when you do things, go ahead, remember to work more and talk less at the master's." The black-bellied girl waved her hand.

"The little one understands." Wang Xiaoer nodded vigorously, put away the biography, and bent down to exit the study.

"Let's go back too."

After Wang Xiaoer left, Li Shu, a black-bellied girl, said a word to the old mother and other little maids who were waiting in the study, and then walked outside the study, and the others followed the black-bellied girl out of the study and walked to the backyard. (To be continued.) )