Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 46 Purple Qi Soars to the Sky

  As night fell, the entire Xiahe Village was immersed in sleep, and Zhu's family members also fell asleep. Only the oil lamp was still on in the cubicle where Zhu Ping'an lived, and the elder brother Zhu Pingchuan also started to snore.

  Under the oil lamp, Zhu Pingan was copying the textbook "Three Character Classics" borrowed from Zhu Pingjun. It is too expensive to spend money to buy a book, so copying can save money and practice calligraphy. The paper was cut to the size of a textbook by my mother, Chen, and then sewn into a textbook with needles and threads. Zhu Pingan started copying after dinner, and finished it when the moonlight was thick. "San Zi Jing" is the version of the Southern Song Dynasty, and it was only written in the Southern Song Dynasty, and the later Ming and Qing Dynasties have not yet been written. Zhu Pingan's calligraphy is not so good, but it is very neat. The font is at the level of beginners, but it is still much better than the brats in the school.

  You can’t become fat if you eat at one bite. Let’s slowly copy the thousand-character text and hundreds of surnames tomorrow. After clearing the table and blowing out the oil lamp, Zhu Ping’an climbed into bed and gradually fell asleep.

  The next morning, the sun rose as usual, and Xiahe Village’s heart for rain was broken again, and the village’s battle water became more urgent.

   "You're stupid, you've already learned a lot, why do you still have to herd cattle!" Mrs. Chen kept scolding Zhu Pingan at the door.

  The eldest aunt and the fourth aunt were snickering in the yard, and they took it as a joke to Zhu Pingan when he said that he was grazing cows while eating breakfast. A fool who doesn't know how to enjoy life, so what can he do if he is only a child, such a fool must not learn well.

  Zhu Ping'an led the old scalper and listened to Chen's scolding, and couldn't help giggling.

  Look at that foolishness, so the eldest aunt and the little fourth aunt laughed even more happily, but because the grandfather was there, they couldn't bear it.

  Looking at Zhu Ping'an, he just smirked, and Chen Shi angrily tapped Zhu Ping'an's forehead with his finger.

  Zhu Ping'an rubbed his forehead and said aggrievedly, "Mother, it hurts. I can ride the old scalper to school, and when I get there, I tie it to a tree and don't worry about it."

  The old ox is a very good means of transportation. It is equivalent to a modern car pick-up, and it can also be appreciated by the grandfather. Why not do it.

   Mrs. Chen was annoyed and funny when she heard the words, so she tapped Zhu Ping'an's forehead again, and said angrily, "You are lazy!"

  Zhu Pingan rubbed his forehead and smirked, riding the old scalper and walking to the school with Zhu Pingjun.

   "Brother Jun, do you want to come up for a meeting?" Zhu Pingan asked Zhu Pingjun, riding on the back of the old scalper.

  Zhu Pingjun shook his head like a rattle, and said again and again, "No, my mother said that I am a scholar, so I can't herd cattle to the field."

Zhu Ping'an is speechless, what's wrong with the scholars, can't the scholars go down to the fields and herd cows? Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, was born as a cowherd boy, and the wise monarchs of all dynasties have set an example, taking time to tinker with one another to make a show, The euphemistic name is to persuade Ke Nongsang. Why, in the words of my aunt, farming has become a lowly job. If it weren't for my father and third uncle who farmed the land, how could my uncle rely on studying?

  The shepherd boy rides the yellow ox, the fun here is not enough to be humane.

  Walking down the hillside, Zhu Pingan got off the back of the old scalper and asked Zhu Pingjun to go to the school first, and then he found a place with lush grass to tie the old scalper.

When Zhu Pingan **** the old scalper, the black-bellied little loli rode her little red horse and came running again, followed by the little girl with a bun head, still the same as last time, holding her skirt Panting and shouting to the young lady to slow down.

   "Zhu Ping'an, haven't you just been educated, why are you still a cowherd?" The black-bellied little loli controlled the little red horse and ran to Zhu Ping'an's side, asking curiously.

   "Herding cattle doesn't affect my education." Zhu Pingan **** the old scalper, got up and replied calmly.

  Hearing this, the black-bellied little loli burst out laughing, "Isn't that still a cowherd boy?"

   "What's wrong with the cowherd boy?" Zhu Pingan asked back.

   "The cowherd boy is useless. My dad said that the cowherd boy who farms the land has mud legs and will be poor forever." The black-bellied little loli said contemptuously, "All the cowherders for my family are poor."

   What an ignorant gold digger.

  Zhu Ping'an didn't want to pay attention to this money-worshiping little loli, just took a look at her, then turned around carrying his schoolbag, carrying his own black wooden board, and walked to the hillside school.

  The black-bellied little loli Li Shu saw that Zhu Pingan ignored her, so she couldn't help but pursed her lips and muttered, "You still want to honor your ancestors once you let go of the cowboy."

   "What's wrong with the cowherd boy, why can't the cowherd boy be honored."

Zhu Pingan turned around and wanted to teach this unabashed money-worshiping little **** a lesson, but he didn't expect to say Guangzong Yaozu, and found that the phenomenon that had happened twice had appeared again, luck, and he saw luck again .

   And the scene I saw this time left me stunned, the corners of my mouth twitched for a long time, before I uttered the last word.

  Nima, this is unscientific.

  I saw in Zhu Ping'an's sight, that black-bellied, outspoken, money-worshiping little loli with a purple aura above her head

  Purple qi coming from the east, it's priceless, an illusion, it must be an illusion, could it be that this black-bellied little loli can still be appointed as a marquis, impossible, could it be the concubine of a future prince and grandson? Or will she marry into the family of a prince and general? But no matter what, this little black-bellied loli must be someone with great luck. But this is too unscientific. It's too unscientific for a black-bellied, money-worshiping, and even vicious little loli to be a lucky person.

  The little girl with buns, Hua'er, has a column of white luck on her head, in stark contrast to the dark-bellied little loli with a purple aura above her head.

  Although the luck only lasted for a few seconds, Zhu Pingan stared at the black-bellied little loli in a daze, for a long time

"Hey, Zhu Ping'an, what do you always look at me for!? Huh, I'm pretty, but don't be a toad who wants to eat swan meat. I'm going to marry the number one scholar and be the wife of the number one scholar." Seeing Zhu Pingan staring at her intently, Lolita's big eyes were full of disgust, and she satirized Zhu Pingan with her narcissism, fart and poisonous tongue.

Uh, it really is that money-worshiping, arrogant, black-bellied, poisonous-tongued little loli. In other words, you think too much, I don’t want your money-worshiping, black-bellied, poisonous-tongued character. Besides, you’re only five years old. Well, this is too precocious, you won't blush if you talk about marrying the number one scholar all day long!

  Too unscientific, Zhu Pingan shook his head, ignored this money-worshiping black loli, turned and walked to the school. Behind her was the snarky little loli snarling in anger, and the voice of the little bun girl, sorry miss sorry.

  Taking anger at the servants, she discovered another shortcoming of the black-bellied little loli. It's so unscientific, how could such a little loli, who is full of flaws, be so purple.

   (With everyone's help, this book has reached the eighth position on the new book list. Thank you very much. I hope you will continue to collect and recommend, and help.)

  (end of this chapter)