Chapter 122 Fancy show affection

Come on, what is this? If you tell those modern inner jokes, you will not be turned away by them.

The black-bellied girl, the steamed bun maid, and the others were ashamed and ashamed, and they blamed each other.

However, this also gave Zhu Pingan a while to choose books. After scanning the row of books, he selected two books. The other is a collection of stereotyped essays, which are classic stereotyped essays handed down in this dynasty. In ancient times, the examination papers of the imperial examinations were sent back to the person, so these classic stereotyped essays were also handed down. No matter which one of these two books, Zhu Ping'an wanted to take them home and copy them slowly. It's just that due to the rule that you can only choose one to take home, some don't know how to choose.

"It's okay if you choose two books, but you have to tell us about the eight parts of Tianlong that you didn't finish when you left."

When Zhu Pingan didn't know how to choose, the bun maid spoke under the hint of the black-bellied girl.

Zhu Ping'an will naturally not refuse.

So they took out snacks such as peanuts and melon seeds and sat in a row, especially Li Shu, a black-bellied girl, asked the little maid and others to bring the frozen seafood here, and moved the small iron stove over, and put the expensive silver frost Charcoal was put into it, and grilled seafood was cooked on the spot. After the silver frost charcoal is lit, there is no smoke. The barbecue made of this kind of charcoal is not smoky, and the taste is natural and pure and mellow. Zhu Pingan, who is sitting not far away and talks about Tianlong Babu, is attracted by it frequently. .

Naturally, the black-bellied girl took the opportunity to make fun of her being worthless.

"It's really useless, the voice is mixed with the sound of saliva!" The black-bellied girl glanced at Zhu Ping'an, laughed and said, then waved her little hand like alms, and asked Hua'er, the bun maid, to choose a plate of seafood that had passed the exam. Go to Zhu Ping'an.

The steamed stuffed maid chose a small dish and brought it to Zhu Pingan. She seemed to still have the resentment of the Mulan allusion just now. She glared at Zhu Pingan, and put Xiaodie Seafood on the desk in front of Zhu Pingan forcefully, with a little voice. Hu pretended to be Huwei, "It's really cheap for you. The silver frost charcoal and seafood were sent by the master just now, and they just arrived today. It's really cheap for you."

"Talk!" the black-bellied girl said angrily, stopped the steamed stuffed maid's petty behavior, prevented her from continuing to speak, and looked at Zhu Pingan arrogantly and said, "You wipe your saliva quickly, your voice mixed with saliva is disgusting died."

Zhu Pingan looked at the plate of fragrant seafood in front of him, and was a little surprised. These are fresh seafood preserved in ice. He never thought that he could eat seafood in a mountain village. It's not without reason. I heard that Mr. Li has been participating in the salt rice silk tea business with some Anhui merchants outside and made a lot of money. I didn't expect it to be so rich. People transport seafood from the coast on ice.

I thought it was just a local rich man, but now it seems that I am afraid that I have greatly underestimated it. In this day and age, the benefits of salt and iron are beyond my imagination.

The Ming Dynasty was an important period for the formation and development of salt merchant capital. According to data records: With the assistance of the policy of "calling merchants to transport grain and supplying salt" implemented by the Ming government in the third year of Hongwu (1370), the salt merchants in the Ming Dynasty ushered in their heyday, and the development of salt was unstoppable. One of the most famous salt merchants is Huizhou merchants, and the "big merchants" and "shangjia" in Huizhou merchants are usually salt merchants. The scope of activities of Huizhou merchants in ancient times happened to include this area, so it seems that this is probably how the Li family's wealth came about.

Unexpectedly, the pot-bellied local rich man was actually a big salt merchant, but he was quite low-key, hiding in the mountain village, presumably he learned a lesson from Shen Wansan's experience.

Of course they are all eggs, and have nothing to do with me.

Zhu Ping'an picked up a portion of grilled squid dipped in seasoning, which is not smoky, and retains the most original deliciousness of seafood, and the taste is just right. Coupled with the aroma of the sauce, the taste is simply amazing.

"Is that enough? I'll drive you out if you don't talk anymore. Don't even think about stepping in." The black-bellied girl saw that Zhu Pingan ate a grilled squid, and she couldn't finish her aftertaste. Like, I can't help but sneer.

I'm really impatient, food requires patience, every piece of meat has its temper.

Under the urging of the black-bellied girl, Zhu Pingan started talking again.

Every character in "Dragon Babu" is extremely outstanding, and the plot is one peak after another. This time, Zhu Pingan directly finished the battle of Shaolin Temple. vividly.

After listening to this plot, the black-bellied girl was overwhelmed with emotion and couldn't let go.

"That's all for today, I have to go back and review the book." After Zhu Pingan finished speaking, he got up and went to the door to register, and then left.

"Don't go, it's behind."

"That's right, it's still early, let's talk more."

The mothers and maidservants who were listening with gusto asked to stay, but Zhu Pingan just turned around and smiled, saying that he would talk about it next time, and then left.

It wasn't long before I got home to make dinner. My mother, Mrs. Chen, was already making preparations. My elder brother, Zhu Pingchuan, also came back from the mountain, bringing back two hares and a small half-basket of fungus and bamboo shoots and other mountain delicacies.

Back in the room, Zhu Pingan put the borrowed book on the table by the window, prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone one by one, and carefully copied it word by word.

The first thing to transcribe is the classic stereotyped prose handed down from the contemporary era. In the process of transcribing, I can also feel that the stereotyped prose of the Ming Dynasty is still slightly inferior to the stereotyped prose of the Qing Dynasty. After all, the stereotyped prose of the Qing Dynasty has lasted for hundreds of years. Yes, it was only a short period of a hundred years in the Ming Dynasty. The Ming Dynasty was vigorous, and the Qing Dynasty was more mature.

When I finished copying the third chapter, I heard the sound of a bell coming from outside, and Father Zhu came back driving the ox cart.

There must be a tacit understanding, and my mother Chen just happened to have dinner ready.

The dinner was very sumptuous, and his mother, Mrs. Chen, grabbed Zhu Pingan and fed him for a while, as if she really wanted to fatten Zhu Pingan with one meal. Chicken, rabbit meat, and fish all piled up the bowl in front of Zhu Pingan It's full.

After dinner, Zhu Ping'an wanted to help his mother wash the dishes, but was kicked out by Mrs. Chen under the pretense of being a gentleman away from the kitchen.

Only then did Zhu Pingan be driven out, and Father Zhu, who was spending the night in the yard, was arrested and went in to wash the pot.

"It's not like a gentleman stays away from the kitchen." Father Zhu's aggrieved voice came from the kitchen.

"Come on, what kind of gentleman are you? I'm just asking you if you're Zhu Shouyi?" Mother Chen started the Hedong Lion Roar in the kitchen.

"Shuh." Father Zhu answered crisply.

Then came the voice of mother laughing in a low voice.

Zhu Pingan listened outside the kitchen, unable to complain: What a show of love!

Backing to his room, lighting the oil lamp, Zhu Pingan began to copy the book again. The neat lowercase letters seemed to come alive from the pen, and they were arranged on the rice paper, which looked very pleasing to the eye.

At the middle of the month, the night was deep, and there was silence everywhere, so Zhu Pingan packed the desk, turned off the oil lamp and fell into a deep sleep.

(end of this chapter)