Speechless all night, waking up on time at dawn, Zhu Ping'an washed up a little and went to Taihu Lake with his things as usual.

Uncle and others didn't return all night last night, and they haven't returned this morning, even if they come back, it will only be a make-up, so Zhu Ping'an is ready to practice calligraphy and read in the morning by Taihu Lake as usual, and then discuss with Uncle and others when he goes back.

Taihu Lake is different from the past, today seems to be a little small, in the past, the lake surface was flat like a mirror, but today it is a wave of waves, as if there is a giant turtle in Taihu Lake is making waves. The shores of the lake have stretched several meters forward, and the boulders that used to practice calligraphy and morning reading have been soaked in the lake.

The embankment of Taihu Lake stands steadily, letting one wave cover another, standing still.

Zhu Ping'an found a place on the embankment of Taihu Lake, put some hay, and sat down against the churning Taihu Lake water under his feet. Put the black plank on your lap and use it when the waves hit the embankment, reach out and dip the brush into the waves, and move the pen on the black plank. The black plank is not as comfortable to put on the lap as it is written on a boulder, but it is also a workout. Life will not always go according to the route you set, and plans often fail to catch up with changes, so don't be disappointed at this time and face it bravely.

Looking at the churning Taihu Lake under his feet and listening to the sound of waves crashing against the lake embankment, Zhu Ping'an's words are also a little more courageous.

The generous Taihu Lake gave himself another gift before leaving.

Zhu Ping'an practiced calligraphy for a long time, but he didn't see the sun rising, looking to the east, his intuition was chaotic, and it seemed that the sky was going to change today.

However, although there was no sun, the visibility gradually improved, so Zhu Ping'an put away the black wooden board and brush, and leaned against a tree trunk to read the book. The four books annotated by Zhu Zi, as long as they are understood from his starting point, are not so obscure. In fact, since Zhu Ping'an learned from Mengxue, the version of the Four Books and Five Classics that he has read is not only Zhu Zi's, but also the four books that Zhu Zi has made notes, and it feels like reading it. If you consider his character, it's even more interesting to read.

An old man who yells all day long to save the truth and destroy people's desires, and as a result, he was impeached by the imperial history to lure nuns as concubines and daughters-in-law, and it is very interesting to imagine. There may be elements of Zhu Xi being persecuted by political enemies, but it seems that many people think that Zhu Xi's character is very poor, after all, with Zhu Xi's identity at the time, no one should sue for falsehood, and Master Zhu also admitted that he was a nun as a favorite concubine.

Therefore, the more I read the Four Books and Five Classics annotated by Zhu Zi, the more interesting it is to read.

Zhu Ping'an sat on the shore of the lake and could see his spirits, suddenly felt a cold forehead, and when he looked up, he saw that the sky was already gloomy.

It seems to be raining.

Taking advantage of the fact that the rain was not heavy, Zhu Ping'an took the books and put them in his schoolbag, and walked to the inn with a black wooden board.

I asked for a plate of side dishes, a plate of sauced beef, two steamed buns, and a bowl of rice porridge in the lobby of the inn, so I found a window seat and waited for the store guy to bring breakfast. The rain was already getting heavier outside, and there was still a wind, and from time to time the wind was beating the papier-mâché window with raindrops. The lobby of the inn seemed a little stuffy, so Zhu Ping'an opened the corner of the window to let the wind and rain blow in.

"Childe, you have to change your position." When the shopkeeper brought the breakfast ordered by Zhu Ping'an, he saw that the wind was blowing the rain on the table, so he asked.

"Don't bother, that's fine." Zhu Ping'an shook his head, not minding that there were raindrops on the table, which was just right to reconcile the stuffiness of the lobby.

"Childe, please use it slowly."

Seeing that Zhu Ping'an insisted, the shop guy didn't say anything, just put the food in a position to avoid raindrops.

When Zhu Ping'an was eating sweetly, he heard a sound of chaotic footsteps outside, and when he looked up, he saw a villager stumbling in, and when he saw Zhu Ping'an eating in the lobby, he ran over directly as if he saw a savior.

"Brother An, hurry, come with me to the Drunken Jun Tower." The villagers couldn't help but say, so they pulled Zhu Ping'an, who was still stuffed with steamed buns in his mouth, and walked out.

"Uncle Wang, what's wrong?" Zhu Ping'an didn't react for a while.

"Just follow me, quick, quick." The villagers pulled Zhu Ping'an and was about to walk outside the inn.

"Wait, I haven't paid for my meal yet." Zhu Ping'an said, then took out a handful of copper coins from his arms and beckoned in the direction of the shopkeeper.

"Brother An, hurry up, don't count." The villagers couldn't help urging again and again, seeing that Zhu Ping'an still wanted to count the money and hand it to the shopkeeper, they couldn't help but say that they stuffed all the money in Zhu Ping'an's hand into the shopkeeper's hands, and then regardless of whether the money was more or less, they pulled Zhu Ping'an and rushed out of the inn directly, facing the wind and rain and walking in one direction.

"Uncle Wang, what's wrong?" Zhu Ping'an was pulled around in the wind and rain, and couldn't help but ask again, what's the matter, so anxious, I won't even let the umbrella go back to get it, this will be a soup chicken.

"I don't have time to say, I'll know when I get to the Drunken Jun Building, let's hurry up, your uncle is still waiting." The villagers surnamed Wang didn't care about explaining the reason to Zhu Ping'an, and they didn't pause when they gasped, and pulled Zhu Ping'an forward.

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It shouldn't be that the uncle is causing trouble in the Drunken Jun Building

Drunken Jun Tower, why does this name sound so strange, it shouldn't be a place for fireworks.

Under the urging of the villagers, Zhu Ping'an had to carry his schoolbag cross-body and run with the black plank all the way. The clothes on the body have been all wet by the rain, and it is very uncomfortable to stick to the body, and the temperature is still a little low at this time, and I feel more and more wet and uncomfortable.

How do you feel that the distance is a little far, and this place seems to be a little remote, and I am more and more sure that this Drunken Jun Tower is not a good place. Uncle is really, it doesn't matter if you take the family's hard-earned money, rush to take the exam, you will seriously prepare for the review institute to take the exam, and you will follow others to learn about the snow and moon poems and tea.

Passing through an alley, I saw that in the rain curtain ahead, rows of high eaves and low walls appeared in sight, and the rain splashed on the stone road and extended into the distance.

This row of high eaves and low walls is very lively in front of it, only to see people coming and going, and the sedan chairs are coming and going.

The closer you go, the more intense the pungent scent that fills the air. The wind and rain sent the woman's soft or crisp laughter, and pulled herself to the villagers, and finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

Although it was raining, there were several women in front of the high eaves and low walls, holding antique paper umbrellas, laughing in the wind and rain to welcome every visitor. Looking at the loose skirts they deliberately wore, the unstoppable smiles, and the glamorous and charming expressions, I knew that my guess must be right, what kind of fireworks land was this.

Drunken Jun Lou, is drunk in the gentle township!

Seeing the way the villagers walked into the Zuijun Building, they knew that they were all frequent visitors here.

Preparing for the college exam?

It's no wonder that you have repeatedly failed to make such a joke about the hospital test.

(I missed the time to go through the school leaving procedures today, sorry)

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