The rise of the poor

Chapter 99

Whenever the demon girl made a noise on the bed and could not be quiet, Zhu Ping'an would throw a brain teaser, so that she could not hear the demon girl's laughter for the rest of the day, it seemed that the whole person was not well. .

Why can't he answer a question, but every time the kid said the answer, he always taught people a feeling of enlightenment.Several questions in a row have led to some doubts about life.

The demon girl on the bed was leaning against her, looking at the young man who was writing and writing in the afterglow of the sunset, she had an indescribable feeling.

As the sun went down, Zhu Pingan finally wrote a strategy theory and a four-book eight-part essay, dried the ink, and placed it on the corner of the table, and put it together with the Qing Dynasty eight-part champion essay in his copied memory, and left it for a good comparison at night. Research, study the strengths of the eight-legged essays of the Qing Dynasty, and carefully examine their own shortcomings, in order to improve their writing ability of the eight-legged essays.At my current level, it's probably no problem to pass the boy's test, but if I want to pass the township test, I'm afraid it's still a little difficult, so I have to continue to work hard to improve.

In the evening, Zhu Ping'an left the room and brought back some stir-fried vegetables and cakes. After returning to the room, he divided the stir-fried vegetables and cakes into two portions, one for himself and the other for the witch.

"Why isn't there any wine?" The girl looked at the food Zhu Ping'an handed over, pouted her lips, flipped the stir-fry with chopsticks, and found no meat, her mouth twitched even more, looked up at Zhu Ping'an, and said sadly , "Why do you treat the patient like this without a piece of meat?"

"It's good to eat some. Your medicines almost made my wallet dry." Zhu Ping'an glanced at her and replied lightly, then lowered his head and continued to eat his own food with relish.

A female thief thinks this and that, and treats herself as everyone's young lady.

Zhu Ping'an ate the three pancakes with relish while cooking.

The cakes and vegetables were bought with their own money. In line with the principle of not wasting, Zhu Ping'an took the remaining cakes from the demon girl with the leftovers, and ate them one by one.At the end, I burped, poured another cup of hot tea, and drank it along the edge of the cup.

"Giggle, you can really eat it, it's a pig." The girl held her chin and looked at Zhu Ping'an with a smile.

"I don't dare to grab the same zodiac sign as you." Zhu Ping'an replied lightly.

Ignoring the girl's next reaction, Zhu Ping'an put the dishes on the table back into the food box, and carried them to the lobby.When he came back, Zhu Ping'an brought back a quilt.

Seeing this, the girl blushed slightly. Although she had been walking around the world for many years, she had slept in the same room as a man. This was the first time. Even though the other party was still a boy with no hair, it still made the girl's ears a little red.

"You, you go to sleep on the ground." The girl said and sat down on the bed first.

"Otherwise, what do you think I'm doing with the quilt!"

Zhu Ping'an didn't even look at the girl who was rushing for the bed. He laid the quilt on the wooden floor by himself. Fortunately, this was the second floor, and the wooden floor was covered. Otherwise, he would not be able to bear the dampness of early spring.

After laying the bedding, Zhu Ping'an sat at the desk by the window, lit the oil lamp, picked the wick up with a needle, and placed it on the corner of the desk.Then, he spread his own writing on a strategy theory and a four-book eight-part essay on the table, picked up another copy of the eight-part essay of the Qing Dynasty champion, and compared it with interest to the oil lamp.

After comparative research for a while, I circled my own strategy theory and the four books and eight shares, wrote and painted, and kept my insights for future use.

The girl on the bed was sleeping in her clothes, her eyes opened from time to time to glance at the boy who was reading at night with the lamp on, and the dagger was clenched in one hand hidden in the cup.
She was still a little weak, and because she had just taken the medicine, she fell asleep soon after.

When she was alerted by the sound of rustling clothes, the girl on the bed opened her dark eyes vigilantly, thinking that someone was trying to do something wrong while she was asleep, holding the dagger tightly in her hand, ready to go, secretly blaming herself for being caught. The young man's courteous paving of the floor and the diligence of reading at night with lights covered his eyes.

What caught the girl's eyes was that Zhu Ping'an, who was neatly dressed, was putting a messenger bag on his body, orderly stuffing the books on the desk and a simple writing brush into the bag, with a worn black wooden board between his arms. , Looking at his appearance, it seems that this kind of thing has been done countless times.

It seemed that day had just broken outside the window, and through the window, you could still see the ink-splashed sky inlaid with a few sparse remnant stars.

"Why are you going?" The girl's voice was hoarse when she woke up, and it became more and more dazzling.

"Morning exercise." Zhu Ping'an didn't lift his head, he focused on checking his schoolbag and replied after confirming that nothing fell.

This man didn't even turn his head back, he was really a piece of wood, causing him to be nervous all night.

The girl watched Zhu Ping'an disappear into the room with her schoolbag slung over her shoulders and the black wooden board. She pouted at the closed door, and then closed her eyes and fell asleep.

In the early morning of early spring, the temperature is still a little cold, the sky in the east is just showing the fish belly white, the air is full of the smell of morning light, everything is pure and refreshing, like a light ink painting, the ink painting is filled with the good smell of morning light. fragrant.

Not long after leaving the inn, Zhu Ping'an saw three or five people helping each other stumble from a distance, and everyone from afar could smell the pungent smell of alcohol.

Nima, I said why there is a fragrance on the street, it turns out to be the fragrance of wine!Zhu Pingan's face darkened.

"Last night, Xiao Cuihong's little waist."

"It's good to live and to sing."

A few drunk men took crab steps, and said vaguely itchy words in their mouths.

When the three or five people got close, Zhu Ping'an was a little surprised to find that these people actually knew each other. It was the uncle Zhu Shouren who was walking on the crab step, and the uncle Zhu Shouren was the one who was almost piled on the ground. The fat friend at the moment seems to be drunk and unconscious, and the other three are also students from his own hometown, and they all look like they are staggering and drunk at the moment.

"Uncle is early, several uncles are early." Zhu Ping'an bowed his hands.

"Hey, isn't this She'er, where are you going?" Uncle Zhu Shouren asked vaguely with his tongue out.

Another villager who was traveling with him didn't wait for Zhu Ping'an to answer, he laughed with a big tongue, "I know, uh, huh, I saw Ping An Lang going out the night before the day before yesterday, and when I got up and went out to find some food, I saw Ping An Lang. I'm eating Zhengxiang at a stall, hehehe, Ping An-lang is afraid that he is greedy again."

"Haha." The rest of the drunkards all laughed when they heard the words.

The pungent smell of wine, mixed with inferior rouge gouache, was so unpleasant that Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Angel, you're shy, haha."

A few drunk men took crab steps, staggered, stumbled around Zhu Ping'an, and walked towards the inn with a big laugh.

Zhu Ping'an looked at their staggering figures with sad faces, not worth it for the family.

(End of this chapter)