Rise From the Humble

The county examination, which lasted more than ten days, finally came to an end. In this most basic examination, most of the students and scholars failed, and only more than 150 of the more than 1,000 students and scholars passed in the end. .

From the first game to the last game, Zhu Ping'an was always on the top list.

I still remember that when the final results were released, uncle Zhu Shouren and the others were dumbfounded. If the three fellows from the same township had not passed the county test, they might have made trouble with the county magistrate. Even so, a few people still clamored that the county honor was unfair, why they were only in the second list after reading poems and books, but Zhu Ping'an, a foodie who was bitten by a snake and heard birds singing, was on the first list.

After the county examination, all the students and scholars who stayed in the inn were the high school students on the list. There was no deer feast in the county examination, so these people celebrated in the inn by themselves. In the inn, there is a lot of poetry and wine, and the students and scholars are swaying, drinking and singing, just like we once finished the college entrance examination.

Uncle Zhu Shouren and several people from his hometown sat at a table, congratulating the three of them for passing the county examination, got drunk, and discussed with a little drunkenness about the departure to the state and county tomorrow.

Zhu Pingan sat alone on the table by the window in the lobby, and was vaguely rejected by the crowd. No one in the lobby thought that Zhu Ping'an's talents could pass the county examination.

Probably this is the lightness of literati.

The government examination was conducted in April, and it is now the end of February, and with the time spent on the road, there is no time to go home.

At this moment, Zhu Pingan couldn't help but miss his family, his dull father, his pungent and protective mother, his honest elder brother, and even the hero of the family—the big black cow.

The inn was filled with the smell of wine, and the students and scholars who used to care about their image no longer cared about their image or not, and they started drinking with their tongues out and their sleeves rolled up.

"Come, come, our top talent, drink this cup together."

A wandering fellow villager came over with a jug of wine, poured Zhu Pingan a glass of wine without any explanation.

Zhu Pingan looked up at him, but before he could say anything, the man continued with his tongue out:

"If you don't drink this glass of wine, you will look down on me."

Why should I think highly of you? Zhu Ping'an really wanted to say this, but he couldn't say it out of his mouth. More than a dozen pairs of eyes were staring at him.

No matter how tricky you are, it's useless in front of this group of drunk people.

Uncle Zhu Shouren and other villagers also came over with wine glasses, staring at him.

That's all

Zhu Pingan had no choice but to pick up the wine glass and drank it down. Although he could spit the wine into his sleeves while wiping his mouth, he was reluctant to think that this robe was stitched by his mother, Mrs. Chen.

It's helpless for the mountain temple, forget it here, it's just a drunk.

Seeing that Zhu Ping'an drank the wine, the other onlookers gathered around like wolves smelling blood. It was probably jealousy and revenge. Everyone wanted to get Zhu Ping'an drunk and make him make a big fool of himself.

Don't say that the fermented wine in the Ming Dynasty was low, and it would be too much for so many people to drink it cup by cup. Besides, this body is only thirteen years old now, and he can't drink much wine.

Zhu Ping'an was not a face-saving person either. When the crowd gathered around, Zhu Ping'an felt his head was stuffy. In order to avoid being poured into a puddle of mud, he simply lay down on the table and pretended to be drunk.

"Skills stop here."

"The drinking capacity is so small"

"Not fit to be a boy"

The student and scholar from the same town insulted Zhu Pingan who was lying on the table, and then left in a dispirited mood.

Effective imitation of ancient people, open your belly and say that you are posting books;

There are also people with big tongues who brazenly brag that they alone account for one-third of the world's talent;

There are even some people who seem to have won the first prize, expressing some testimonials, everything is taught by His Majesty, as if they have won the first prize in the imperial examination;

Of course, it is also indispensable to tell the truth after drinking, muttering that the county lord has no eyes, and ordered a foodie who was bitten by a snake and heard birds singing to be a top list, but he didn't know his own knowledge, confused, really confused

The owner and staff of the inn are worried about these drunken scholars and students. They all passed the county test. Who knows that in the future, they will not dare to sweep these people I had no choice but to watch them go berserk, drunk on the table and on the ground.

"Please prepare a bucket of hot water."

When the sound came, the worried boss and fellows were stunned.

Isn't that the young man who was drunk by everyone from the beginning? Why is he acting like a normal person again, even leaving dozens of money for food on the table.

The prefecture is not the same county. From Huaining County to Anqing Mansion, you need to cross two counties to get there. Early the next morning, uncle Zhu Shouren and others hired two carriages to prepare for the departure.

Before departure, the uncle went to Zhu Ping'an's firewood house, but he just stood at the door and refused to enter, fearing that the firewood house would hinder his luck in his exams.

"Hey, the luggage has been packed, we are about to leave." Uncle Zhu Shouren stood at the door and asked.

"Uncle Lao, please wait for a while." Zhu Pingan replied while packing his things, "Uncle, please come in for some tea."

Uncle Zhu Shouren naturally refused, just kidding, the firewood room is also cannon fodder, how could he enter.

"Hey, we need to raise the cost of the carriage together. The journey is long, and each person needs half a tael of silver." Uncle Zhu Shouren waited for Zhu Ping'an to come out, and said.

Zhu Pingan was carrying his luggage, and when he heard the words, he glanced at his uncle Zhu Shouren, and asked calmly, "Yesterday, I heard what my uncle and all the uncles and brothers said. They said that they were negotiating with the driver, and the wife could be cheaper by a hundred yuan. Maybe it's You must have heard wrong."

Uncle Zhu Shouren seemed to be waking up from a hangover at this moment, and sighed, "Uncle was hungover yesterday, so I forgot about it."

The uncle was not embarrassed at all, and he was frank.

Naturally, Zhu Pingan didn't say anything clearly. The four hundred Wen coins had already been prepared and handed over to the uncle, expressing his gratitude to the uncle for his hard work in preparing the carriage.

Seven people squeezed into two carriages, it wasn't too crowded, but the whole journey was too boring, the space in the carriage was small, and the whole journey was filled with the voices of the uncle and others talking about each other.

The carriage stopped and went, the uncle and the others saw that the mountains, rivers and rivers were full of poetry, and then they got out of the carriage and wrote a few poems that sounded unsatisfactory. .

Traveling during the day and lodging at night, or inns, temples, or farmhouses, although there were some twists and turns during the period, it was not a big deal. He stopped and went and walked for five days before finally arriving at Anqing Mansion.