Except that one day a person found himself inexplicably and asked if he was Zhu Ping'an, and after getting his own affirmative answer, he forced himself into a silver ticket of twenty taels of silver.

The days in Huaining County are so ordinary: practice reading in the morning, find a snack when returning from the street, try to do the eight strands of the Four Books and Five Classics every morning, and in the afternoon, I will turn out a few essays of the Qing Dynasty that I have read and recorded in my previous life.

Time passed like this, and there were less than five days left before the boys' exam.

In the early morning of this day, Zhu Ping'an was about to go out to the river to practice calligraphy as usual, but was about to leave the inn but was stopped by someone from behind.

This familiar voice, you don't need to ask to know that it is Uncle Zhu Shouren.

"Uncle, morning." Zhu Ping'an turned around and said hello.

"Why did you get up early this year?" Uncle Zhu Shouren walked in the middle of a group of students and saw Zhu Ping'an at the gate, and asked quite unexpectedly.

Why did I wake up early today? Uncle Zhu Shouren's words made Zhu Ping'an speechless, why did I get up early today, I get up early every day. Today I saw you, and you were still asleep.

"When the exam is approaching, I feel uneasy, so I get up early to find a secluded place to read." Zhu Ping'an patted his schoolbag and replied.

The other students who walked with the uncle laughed at Zhu Ping'an, the firewood master who was bitten by a snake and smelled a bird, this stupid boy has to take the exam in five days, and he only started reading books at this time, what is the use.

"Brother An'er goes, today on the third day of February, Wenqu Xing was born, and people who read poetry and books all over the world go to the Confucian Temple to worship Wenqu Xing and go to high school incense."

Some of the fellow students sympathized with Zhu Ping'an, a stupid child who was holding Buddha's feet temporarily, and saw that this decrepit boy who lived in a firewood room did not go to worship on the day of Wenquxing's birthday, but still wanted to go to the temporary Buddha's feet, watching jokes, Wenquxing's birthday, you don't go to kneel and worship and still want to hug Buddha's feet, you wait to be kicked. Yu Xin couldn't bear it, so he opened his mouth and pulled Zhu Ping'an to go to Wenchang Temple to worship incense.

Uncle Zhu Shouren also intended to show his mind to promote the younger generations among the students, so he opened his mouth and continued, "You are reading books now, why don't you go to the Confucian Temple to dip a stick of incense in the blessings of Confucius Sheng and Wenqu Xing, don't worry about money, this money, Uncle and you are out." ”

Then Zhu Ping'an saw that the uncle put five copper coins in his hand as if he was cutting meat.

What about sending Hanako?

Zhu Ping'an looked at the five cents in his hand with a cry and a smile, 10,000 grass and mud horses were galloping, and it was only five cents, why did he say it so righteously. And when reading books becomes cramming Buddha's feet, you go to the temple to worship incense is the real Buddha's feet.

Then, Zhu Ping'an was coerced into the Confucian Temple by this group of students, and he had to solve the problem while walking.

Wenqu Star belongs to water, the fourth star of the Big Dipper, the main star of the first branch, and the five elements belong to the **, it is the star of heavenly power, the main heavenly principle, the clerk, the reputation of the management department, the officialdom of literature and ink, fame, and elegant coquettishness. In addition to worshiping Confucius, the Confucian Temple also has a temple hall of Wenqu Xing.

It was still early in the morning, but the Confucian Temple was already steaming with incense, and the words were boiling, and the quiet Wenchang Temple in the past was crowded with students and scholars who came to worship at this moment. Just like the modern annual college entrance examination before the coming, these students and scholars regard the worship of Confucius and Wenqu Xing as a major event before the examination, and pray that they can enter the school in one fell swoop in the children's examination and glorify their ancestors.

If there is incense in the Confucian Temple, the temple is indispensable, and if there is a temple wish, it is indispensable to draw lots.

After worshipping and attending high school incense, these students asked about their future around a few temples that had been drawn by lot.

The temple wishes to be dressed as a master, wearing a robe, leaving a mustache, and pinching the fingertips of his hands to recite words.

Uncle Zhu Shouren drew a lot, spent a full 100 yuan to ask the temple to unsign, the temple Zhu received the money and pinched his fingers for a moment to say that the sign is signed, and his wish is successful, and he must pass the exam.

Nima, the person who gave the gift to a person who unsigned was ten times more than my own nephew, and when he gave it to me, it was like cutting meat, and he didn't blink his eyes when he gave it to the temple.

Uncle, worthy of being an uncle.

Everyone in the entourage also congratulated Uncle Zhu Shouren, as if the uncle had already shown off his talent in high school.

Everyone else then drew lots one by one, paid hundreds of dollars to unsign, and most of them were signed or signed, and they were overjoyed.

Zhu Ping'an was with them, and he only put a stick of incense on Sage Kong and Wenqu Xing, and he didn't mean to go to the temple to celebrate the lottery at the end.

Seeing that Zhu Ping'an was standing there and did not move, he couldn't help but walk in front of Zhu Ping'an with the merit box and shook it.

The students stood aside with a smile, waiting to see how Zhu Ping'an, a poor boy living in a firewood house, would respond.

"Master, it's great to be rich." Zhu Ping'an smiled and spoke, he didn't mean to spend 100 Wen to unsign, 100 Wen was going to cost Zhu's father to drive the ox cart all day, how could he be willing to spend 100 Wen to listen to the temple Zhu Hu Xu.

A black line on Miaozhu's face.

"Rotten wood cannot be carved"

"Unattainable"

The onlookers repaid Zhu Ping'an's behavior with deep contempt and ridicule. Wenqu Xing untied a sign in front of him and gave his boy a good omen, but this stupid boy was stingy.

Miao Zhu is also a well-informed person, so he is naturally unwilling to eat deflated in Zhu Ping'an, otherwise what will he do in the future, so he twisted his beard and preached with the appearance of a master:

"Signing money is like a fishing rod and a basket of fish, a fishing rod and a basket of fish, which one do you choose?"

"I want a basket of fish." Zhu Ping'an replied without thinking about it.

"Donor, it's superficial. It is better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish, do you understand this truth? The fish are gone when you eat them, and you can catch a lot of fish with a fishing rod that can last a lifetime! Wenqu signed also "Temple Zhu in simple terms, concise and concise put out the truth that it is better to teach people to fish than to teach people to fish, and it is about to be signed, I believe that this business is proper."

At this moment, Miao Zhu looked at the admiring eyes of the onlookers, and was overwhelmed with pride, and was about to put out the truth of signing and money in one go. Who knew that before he finished his words, he heard the Han Housheng in front of him speak.

"I want a basket of fish and sell it, I can buy a few rods. Keep one for yourself, and you can sell the extra rod to others."

Wearing a Taoist robe and a profound face, the temple zhu was like swallowing a fly, and his inner thoughts at this moment must be: Immeasurable Tianzun, you play, poor Dao doesn't want to talk to you.

"Sven Sweeping"

"Rotten wood cannot be carved"

The surrounding students began to criticize Zhu Ping'an's behavior and words, dissatisfied with Zhu Ping'an's interpretation of the classic sentences.

"What I said just now is a joke, and there is nothing else to say about peace, just because I am shy in my pocket." Zhu Ping'an was also a bachelor at this time, and he was not embarrassed to explain to everyone at all.

At this time, it was as if the students wanted to swallow flies, how could you admit that you were shy in your pockets so calmly.

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