Autumn and March.

Jin Wang killed, and everything withered.

Early morning.

At dusk.

Li Ping'an woke up on time and stepped on the peach leaves all over the ground, making a crisp clattering sound.

Sprinkle and sweep the yard and make a fire to cook.

A smoke rose and cleared the mist, and the vague courtyard became clear.

Looking down from a high place, there is an ordinary young man in the ordinary courtyard, who is slowly cooking and eating. From a high perspective, the neighbors, and even Xinghuafang and Kyoto, ninety percent of the people live like this.

Hidden in the city, nothing more than this!

The eyes of the world are dazzling and lively, trying to learn from them or find mistakes, and everyone else naturally ignores them.

No one could have imagined that the inconspicuous mortuary official turned out to be an immortal.

Li Ping'an pushes himself and others, and sometimes suspects that the beggar in the corner may be a peerless master, and the merchant who walks the streets and alleys may have a shocking identity.

"So you should be more cautious, it's okay to be wrong ninety-nine times, for fear of encountering a real ......"

Eat and drink to your heart's content, humming a newly-learned tune and go out on the street.

"The girl and guest officer gathered around a table, and touched the ...... at will."

The author of this new song is a down-and-out scholar, who has no money to listen to the music and can only conjecture, as soon as it comes out, it will be popular in the capital, and it is sung everywhere, and it is said that the increase in the number of guests is fifty percent.

After passing the tofu brain stall, the tangy aroma is tempting and mouth-watering.

"Uncle Liu, come to a bowl of tofu brain, put more chopped green onion hot sauce!"

Uncle Liu's soup spoon flew over, skillfully adding various spices: "Ping An hasn't come out for some days." ”

"The mortuary is busy."

Li Ping'an would not say that he was idle on duty, and he lay on the leisure chair for most of the day and took a nap.

Ever since he knew that the Pure Yang Great Array restrained ghosts, he suspected that the ghost legend about the undertaker was a deliberate attempt by his peers to scare people and raise the bar so that laymen would not compete.

There is an iron rice bowl in this world, which is worth a thousand gold.

"Come on."

Uncle Liu put the coarse porcelain bowl on the table and deliberately dropped a few drops of sesame oil: "Try it, this year's small grinding sesame oil." ”

"Thank you, Uncle Liu."

Li Ping'an stirred it with a spoon, sucked and ate a few bites, and the fragrance went straight into the viscera.

The only thing that is better than the previous life is that there is no technology and hard work, and a bowl of tofu brain has no taste for three generations.

While eating, three men came to the stall and sat down.

The leader was the white servant Pang Er, and the two subordinates stepped on the bench with one foot, slapping the table and shouting.

"What about people, where are they dead?"

Uncle Liu hurriedly went over to greet him, bowed down and asked, "Third master, what to eat?" ”

Pang Er scolded and said, "What to eat, let's collect money today." ”

Uncle Liu said with a bitter face: "Didn't you just hand it over a few days ago?" ”

"That's the money to clean up the garbage, and it's the cleaning fee today."

Pang Er said: "Are you eating and drinking clean, what should you do if the guest gets sick after eating, you must pay money to ensure that the food is clean!" ”

Uncle Liu asked: "Then pay the clean money, and the guests will eat bad stomachs in the future......"

"How?"

Pang Erbang stood up and grabbed Uncle Liu's shirt: "You still want the yamen to be treated, believe it or not, let's arrest you and go to the board?" ”

"Poor master spares his life."

Uncle Liu took out a stack of copper coins from his arms, and when he saw Pang Er staring at him and didn't let go, he took out a stack and stuffed it over: "I will take care of him in the future." ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say."

Pang Er suddenly smiled, roared, and went to the stall next to him to collect the cleaning fee.

Uncle Liu sighed and returned to the boiler, spitting, muttering that he couldn't hear what he was scolding.

Li Ping'an watched this scene silently, bowing his head and eating tofu brain, without the idea of helping Uncle Liu.

There are too many ways for the servants to retaliate against the people, and now that he has helped, Uncle Liu will have to change his career and change his career, and he can't sell tofu brains, and there is no place for him to set up a stall on the whole street.

If you don't have the ability to completely eliminate the unspoken rules, you can only follow them.

Suddenly.

There was an exclamation behind him, Li Ping'an followed the reputation, and saw the young man holding a long sword, pointing at Pang Er and waiting for the crimes.

Not only did they loot and beat the people, but they also harmed such and such a woman and robbed such and such a pedestrian.

"Be punished!"

After the young man finished talking about the crime, the long sword brushed and slashed, Pang Er and the three fell to the ground together, and then performed light skills and left.

The onlookers applauded and praised the young man for eliminating harm for the people.

"This boy is good."

Li Ping'an stroked his palms and admired, he didn't want to provoke right and wrong, but he should support those who presided over justice.

"Jianghu knight, that's how it should be!"

After eating the tofu brain, I left five cents and walked around to Chongrenfang.

Champion Street.

Formerly known as Shupu Street, it changed its name half a year ago, and in a few years, the entire Fang City will be named after the champion.

A few steps into the street, you will see a huge plaque of the champion building, with vermilion lacquer and bronzing letters, shining in the sun.

Since Su Mingyuan has presided over the spring and autumn festivals in a row, the scale of the champion building has expanded again, occupying almost half of the street.

Li Ping'an couldn't help but sigh: "It's really a person who has attained the Tao, and the chicken dog has ascended to heaven!" ”

When the shopkeeper Cui was down, he often extended a helping hand, and with a little affection, he created today's Wanguan family business.

After all, it is the book of the dynasty, the arm of the Son of Heaven, and a single thought can determine the rise and fall of a family.

At the entrance of the Zhuangyuan Building, several Jinshi inscription tablets were erected, on which were written who and who had a brief life, and the title of the first year of orthodoxy was inscribed, and his test papers and articles were also engraved.

Many scholars were in front of the stone monument, figuring out the writing skills of their predecessors.

A few scholars didn't know whether it was a demon or a show, and they sat in front of the inscription with their cloaks, muttering to themselves, crying and laughing.

Of course, the tallest, largest and most gorgeous stone tablet must belong to Su Mingyuan.

The whole body is carved with white jade, there is also a copper furnace in front of the stele, the green smoke curls up, and the incense is prosperous.

The inscription inscribes Su Mingyuan who studied hard in the bookstore and won the champion after a lot of hardships, which is also mixed with the story of the champion Lang smashing the cylinder to save his friends.

True or false without mentioning it, it is very inspiring to read.

Li Ping'an looked at the lives of Jinshi one by one, and found that they came from humble backgrounds and had poor families, and they all made the list by reading for free in the Zhuangyuan Building.

"The rise of Zhuangyuanlou is inevitable, even if there is no Su Mingyuan, there will be Zhang Mingyuan and Zhao Mingyuan......"

At this time.

A commotion came from the building.

The guy stood at the door and shouted excitedly: "Congratulations to the shopkeeper and nephew for winning the exam, and all books are discounted by 5% today!" ”

When the scholars heard this, their faces were overjoyed.

The books in the Zhuangyuan Building are cheap, and they are sold at a five-percent discount, almost at cost price.

Li Ping'an looked up at the dazzling plaque, from the down-and-out small bookstore, it occupied half of the street in a few years, and now another clansman has been promoted.

In the future, there will be more people who will enter the court as officials, and after three generations, they will become scholars.

Perhaps the original family gate valve is like the "Wu" family.

Enter the bookstore.

Li Ping'an greeted him: "Shopkeeper Wu, congratulations." ”

"The messenger is here, please sit down, and serve tea quickly."

The warm hospitality of the shopkeeper Wu is as usual for the old customers, and there is no point because the business has become bigger and the clan has been raised.

Li Ping'an couldn't shirk it, and sat in the bookstore and ate a few cups of tea.

Listening to the discussion of the scholars on the left and right, I realized that this person has a gold content, which is extraordinary.

Wailang, a member of the Ministry of Rites who presided over the Jingcheng Township Examination, was the Jinshi who made up the fraud case that year, and the person who was promoted could be called Su Mingyuan's disciple and disciple.

There is also a relationship between the champion building, to repay the favor and achieve each other, which is a good story in the market for a while.

"Since the release of the law of the North and South List, and the continuous control of the Spring and Autumn Seasons, Su Mingyuan has become the leader of the northern scholars, and he has almost reached the altar."

"The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it, he should understand ......"

Li Ping'an tightened his clothes, this year's autumn style is cold and oozing people's bone marrow.