Ying Tian is really enough to save face, when Zhu Ping'an woke up in the morning, he found that the rain had stopped outside the window, and he vaguely saw that the east was red, and it seemed that the sun was about to come out.

Today's morning is particularly precious, it has been rainy for nearly a month, and today is finally going to clear.

Zhu Ping'an got dressed, washed up a little, put the linen cloth, bamboo tube, calligraphy, calligraphy brush, and a book he had just copied at home some time ago into his schoolbag, crossed the schoolbag, and went out of the room with a black plank.

The early students and scholars were not only Zhu Ping'an, but also several unknown students and scholars who had gotten up and pushed open the window or read in the morning with a book or by the window. Seeing Zhu Ping'an going out with a strange cloth bag and a black wooden board, he looked sideways slightly, a little surprised. Zhu Ping'an said hello with a smile, and these students and scholars were slightly surprised, and they all responded with their heads bowed.

The overall feeling of the college examination is one level higher, and the overall quality of the candidates is also one level higher than that of the county examination and the government examination, unlike the previous two mixed ones, after all, the people who can come to participate in the hospital examination have obtained the title of children, and there are at least two brushes.

Out of the inn, Zhu Ping'an walked all the way towards the Qinhuai River. Yesterday evening, I didn't feel that standing on the bank of the Qinhuai River today, I was shocked by the prosperity of Qinhuai for ten miles. The Qinhuai River extends like a jade belt, the jade belt is boating in the early morning, and the gold powder buildings on the opposite bank are lined up one after another; Painting the boat Lingbo, the sound of pulp and the shadow of the light constitute a dreamlike beauty and wonder.

In recent months, it has been rainy and rainy, but it is rare to have a sunny day, and the other side is also lively.

On the other side of the river, there are girls chasing and frolicking with skirts, girls singing while washing, and spicy girls who are scolded by the son on the painting boat after being molested, but they also have more freedom than ordinary daughters' homes.

"Jiangnan beautiful land, Jinling Imperial State", I am not deceiving.

Zhu Ping'an found a relatively secluded riverbank, wiped the bluestone slab with the tattered linen in the schoolbag, then sat down by himself, took out the calligraphy and other things, put the black wooden board on a high stone step, leaned over and poured a bamboo tube of Qinhuai water, read the calligraphy, then rolled up his sleeves, and hung his wrist to practice calligraphy.

When Zhu Ping'an's calligraphy practice was rising, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl with a fallen horse bun came on the other side of the river, who looked beautiful and dressed neatly.

The girl stared at Zhu Ping'an, who was practicing calligraphy, giggled, turned her head and stretched out her little hand and shouted, "Sister, come and see, there is a half-school student on the other side of the river who is dipping in the river water to practice calligraphy." ”

Hearing the sound, a ten-year-old light gauze girl walked up, walked up to the girl, looked at Zhu Ping'an, and couldn't help giggling.

"Hey, that poor scholar, look here, look at it, giggle, why don't you use our footwash to practice calligraphy" The older light gauze girl made a trumpet shape with her hands and shouted at Zhu Ping'an, and then giggled.

It seems that I won't be able to come here to practice calligraphy in the future, so I'll find a new place tomorrow.

Hearing this, Zhu Ping'an stopped his pen, glanced at the other side of the river, and then lowered his head again and continued to practice calligraphy.

"Okay, you're a reader, have you read to the belly of a dog, it's so rude, my sister is talking to you." The younger girl hugged her sister upset, and her slender little finger pointed at Zhu Ping'an and said unrelentingly.

Zhu Ping'an turned a deaf ear and continued to practice his own words.

"Hey, scholar, are you deaf or dumb?" The older light yarn girl smiled and asked, "What's the matter with not saying a word?" ”

"Believe it or not, I'll cross the river to theorize with you" The older light gauze girl saw that Zhu Ping'an still ignored it, and added with a smile.

"Yes, yes, cross the river," the younger girl echoed with a giggle.

"Don't look at indecent things, don't listen to indecent people, don't say indecent things, don't move indecent things" Zhu Ping'an shook his head and said lightly.

The two girls on the other side, one big and one young, giggled when they heard this.

"Yo, I'm still a sour talent"

"Lost a tooth, gurgle"

After laughing, the older girl pursed her lips at Zhu Ping'an and smiled, full of charm, "Hey, that sour Xiucai, it's good to come to my house to give me a lecture today, I'll listen to the flute with you, and you can also watch the mandarin ducks by the window." ”

"And I still have me, I can also blow the flute, I listen to your lecture with my sister." The younger girl also giggled at Zhu Ping'an.

Zhu Ping'an took the brush and black board, put the calligraphy and other things in his schoolbag, and arched his hand casually to the two smiling girls on the other side of the river, and left the bank of the Qinhuai River.

"Hey, don't go, that half-old scholar, you come to play with us."

The two girls behind him smiled and groaned.

Gentle and beautiful girl, no wonder so many scholars sink into it and forget their life's ambitions.

Ten miles of Qinhuai are full of gold powder and jade buildings, Zhu Ping'an left the Qinhuai River with a black wooden board in his schoolbag, away from the Qinhuai River, and walked slowly in other directions.

didn't go far, he saw a remote wood, Zhu Ping'an walked into it with his schoolbag cross-legged, found a stone and sat down, took out the book he had copied some time ago, and quietly flipped through it.

When the sun rose in mid-air, Zhu Ping'an repacked his things and walked towards the inn with a black plank in his schoolbag.

There are many kinds of snacks in Yingtian, especially in the Qinhuai District of Confucius Temple, where Zhu Ping'an is now, snacks can be seen everywhere, but the delicious and cheap ones are the potstickers that can be seen everywhere along the street.

Zhu Ping'an asked for a beef potsticker, and under the persuasion of the boss, he ordered another duck blood vermicelli soup, and ate it on the street table.

After the beef pot sticker came up, Zhu Ping'an took a bite while it was hot, maybe the bite was too big, and the juice flowed down his fingers.

"Hahaha, it's the first time the young man has come to Nanjing." An old man next to him said with a smile, and then said to Zhu Ping'an with chopsticks and potstickers, "Eating our Yingtian's potstickers is like eating soup dumplings." The juice will leak when the first bite is big; If you bite hard, the juice will spray; The bite is too small and not too hidden! ”

"Oh, thank you, old man." Zhu Ping'an ignored the hot mouth, so he took another bite of the potsticker as the old man taught.

Salty and sweet, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, juicy filling, and paired with the duck blood vermicelli soup brought by the boss of the pot stickers, it is really delicious.

The potstickers are a bit like dumplings, one is not much, and Zhu Ping'an soon only had two left.

"Trouble the store, give me another potsticker." Zhu Ping'an shouted loudly.

"Okay, Childe wait a minute." The shopkeeper smiled and said, "The custodian has eaten this time, and he will come to eat a second time." ”

Before the second potsticker came up, I heard a complaint.

"Oh, Brother Zhu didn't even call me when he found out about this delicacy."

Zhu Ping'an turned around and saw the fat man Xue Chi running upside down, still with the temperament of an upstart, with a big gold lock on his neck and two big boards on his fingers.

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