The rise of the poor

Chapter 79 The Morning in Huaining County

Because he was too tired, after paying the room fee for January, Zhu Pingan ordered a small dish and two steamed buns to eat, took a hot bath in a wooden bucket, and went to bed early to rest.

Zhu Ping's sleep here is fragrant, but he doesn't know that his name has come from a small area near the inn.

Scholars and students, they all pay attention to drinking wine, reciting poems, writing poems, etc. When they were having dinner in the lobby, I don’t know who read out the song that Zhu Ping’an made in the Shili Long Pavilion in a mocking tone. He was bitten by snakes. The poem of the bird sings, and then the whole lobby burst into laughter. When someone accidentally said that the genius who was bitten by the snake and heard the bird was sleeping soundly in the firewood room, the lobby was full of laughter. Zhu Ping'an's name was just like this near the passenger station. spread in a small area.

Zhu Ping'an, who was soundly asleep, didn't know that. Of course, even if he knew, he must have laughed.

In the early morning of the next day, the eastern sky spewed out a faint dawn, and the sky was dark and dark.

The students who had been drinking and writing poetry all night were immersed in their dreamland at the moment, but the firewood room of the inn had been pushed open. He took a black wooden board and walked out, closed the door of Shi Shiran and walked out.

After leaving the inn, there are few pedestrians outside, and Huaining County has a unique flavor in the frost and mist.

In ancient times, attention was paid to air transportation. Most of the county towns were surrounded by mountains and rivers. Huaining County was no exception. According to a river named Pangjiang, the river was introduced into the city through the moat and turned back and forth.

Zhu Ping'an walked to the riverside on the bluestone slab, found two adjacent bluestones by the river, placed the black plank on one of the higher bluestones, and sat on the lower one with a long robe. He took out the brush and bamboo tube from the cloth bag that was diagonally across, and started the compulsory course every morning.

During the winter practice of three-nine, and the summer practice of three-fu, Zhu Ping'an was dipped in water and splashed ink on the riverside filled with frost and mist.
After the fog dissipated and the sun rose, Zhu Pingan took the writing brush and black wooden board, and took out a copy of "Spring and Autumn" written by Zhu Xi from his schoolbag, and read it with relish.Zhu Xi is a very interesting person. He is a person with serious differences in appearance and appearance. He will not talk about the things between him and Su Shi, but he will know that he is advocating the preservation of heaven and destroying people and going to the brothel to comfort the lost girl. .Oh, he has so many wives and concubines that he can't even sit at one table.However, to be honest, Comrade Zhu Xi's understanding of the Four Books and Five Classics is still of a very high standard, otherwise how could he become a textbook of imperial examinations enshrined in sanctification.

"Look, a sour scholar, giggling."

In the early morning, the big girl and the little daughter-in-law who came to the riverside to wash and pound rice together, saw the teenagers who were sitting on the riverside stones reading and never noticed that the robes were wet and long, and they couldn't help laughing one by one.

The door is not open, and the second door is not stepped. This is the ancient requirement for the beautiful and small family jasper. Ordinary people's homes are not so particular. Of course, the defense of men and women is much stricter than in modern times. Men and women cannot be alone, but there are so many big girls nowadays. When the little daughter-in-law was together, she was not afraid of someone gossiping at all, and she became more courageous. Seeing the simple and honest appearance of Zhu Ping'an, she couldn't help laughing, and there was even a bold daughter-in-law to tease Zhu Ping'an.

"That little Xiucai is so serious, but is he reading a book about fighting between men and women?"

"Giggle" The daughters-in-law who passed through the personnel laughed one by one.

Of course, there are also little girls who haven't left the cabinet who are blushing with shame, chasing after the daring daughter-in-law to find out.

Zhu Pingan was embarrassed by these people, not because he was embarrassed by the words of that daring daughter-in-law. In modern times, how could he be embarrassed by such words, but he didn't With so many big girls and little daughters-in-law watching, I am not a monkey in the zoo.

"Morning."

So, Zhu Pingan took the poetry book, greeted those big girls and little daughters-in-law from a distance with a black wooden board, and got up and left.

"Yeah, don't go, you haven't answered yet, have you?"

A woman's laughter came from behind.

After the frost and fog dissipated, Huaining County gave Zhu Ping'an a hazy impression. The wet bluestone road, the clear water of the Pangjiang River for boating, and the tall city walls stacked with blue bricks and white stones are full of poetry.

Following an attractive scent, Zhu Ping'an found a snack on the street. He asked for a bowl of bean curd and two pot stickers. The store sent a small plate of homemade pickled dishes, which he ate beautifully.

The bean curd was sprinkled with a pinch of coriander and sprinkled with the store's secret seasoning, which looked full of color and flavor; the pot stickers had the meaty aroma of pork, and the side dishes were also crisp and refreshing, and they tasted great.

The only fly in the ointment is that the store is not a tofu xi shi, but an old lady.

In other words, I often see in modern novels that the hero meets a tofu xi shi or a wine xi shi or even a pork xi shi.

Although regretful, Zhu Ping'an still left with a shy stomach.

Zhu Ping'an, who was full of food and drink, looked for a few passers-by, asked where to go, and then turned left and right along the street.

On the way, I spent a penny to buy a good package of dim sum, and asked the store to wrap it in red paper, and at another store I bought some fruit and put it in a bamboo basket, and walked in the direction pointed by passers-by.

Looking for it while walking, about half an hour, Zhu Ping'an arrived at the destination-Hundred Herbs Hall.

This is a large pharmacy, more than five times larger than the pharmacy in Kuoshan Town. People come and go in the pharmacy, and there are six people in the hall alone.

Zhu Ping'an walked in with a fruit snack, and an apprentice from the medicine hall came over and asked, "You dare to ask the son, but you want to ask a doctor?"

Zhu Ping'an shook his head, bowed his head and replied, "No, this boy is from Xiahe Village, Kuoshan Town. Eight years ago, he was fortunate to be rejuvenated by the wonderful hand of the old doctor Hu, and he chose a life. His parents were unable to come to thank him all day long in the field. It's a pity, today the kid came to express my thanks to the old doctor Hu."

The apprentice thought for a while and said to Zhu Ping'an, "Then wait a moment, I'll ask the teacher."

It turned out that the apprentice turned out to be the apprentice of the old doctor Hu. After the apprentice finished speaking, he walked behind the medicine hall.After about a quarter of an hour or so, the apprentice returned.

"I have kept you waiting for a long time. The teacher said that he doesn't remember this matter, so he should not take it to heart." After the apprentice came back, he told the old doctor Hu, and added, "Actually, the teacher has saved countless people, and this kind of situation has also encountered. It’s been many times, so don’t take it to heart. Please bring your things back, my teacher never accepts gifts.”

Zhu Ping'an stood there thinking for a long time, took out a silver note of [-] taels from his sleeve, and said, "Old Master Hu's demeanor is admirable, but I'm also uneasy. When I put it in the pharmacy to pay for those patients who have no money to buy medicine, although it is small, it is my heart."

The apprentice did not dare to call the shots, so he went to inform his teacher again, and came back after a while to inform Zhu Pingan that his teacher agreed.

The genius doctor who never accepts gifts can accept this meager ten taels of silver for those who have no money to treat diseases.

What a genius doctor who is dedicated to hanging a pot and helping the world.

Zhu Ping'an admired the medical ethics of the old genius doctor Hu. If a modern hospital could have one-tenth of the medical ethics of the old genius doctor Hu, the doctor-patient relationship would not be so tense.

(End of this chapter)