I am immortal in history

Autumn March.

When gold is prosperous, everything will wither and wither.

early morning.

It's dusk.

Li Pingan woke up on time and stepped on the peach leaves on the ground, making a crisp clicking sound.

Sweep the yard and make a fire to cook.

A wisp of smoke rose, dissipating the fog, and the blurry courtyard became clear.

Looking down from a high place, there is an ordinary young man in an ordinary courtyard, cooking and eating slowly. Looking at it from a higher perspective, 90% of the people living in the neighborhood, Xinghuafang, and Kyoto live like this.

There is no better way to hide away from the city than this!

The eyes of the world are all on the dazzling and lively places, trying to learn from them or find mistakes, while others will naturally ignore them.

No one could have imagined that the humble mortuary clerk could actually be an immortal.

Li Ping'an favors himself and others, and sometimes suspects that the beggar in the corner may be a peerless master, and the salesman walking down the street may have a shocking identity.

"So we should be more cautious. It doesn't matter if we make wrong judgments ninety-nine times, just for fear of encountering the truth..."

After eating and drinking, we went out to the streets humming the newly learned ditty.

"Girls and guests are sitting around a table, touching each other at will..."

The author of this new song is a down-and-out scholar. He has no money to listen to the music and can only imagine it. As soon as it was spread, it became popular in the capital. It was sung everywhere. It is said that the rewards from customers increased by 50%.

Passing by the tofu nao stall, the tangy aroma makes your mouth water.

"Uncle Liu, have a bowl of tofu puffs and add more chopped green onion chili sauce!"

Uncle Liu flipped his spoon and skillfully added various seasonings: "Ping An hasn't been out for a while."

"The mortuary is very busy."

Li Ping'an wouldn't say he was free on duty, lying on the leisure chair and taking a nap most of the day.

Ever since he knew that the Chunyang Formation could restrain ghosts, he had suspected that the ghostly legends about the coffin were a deliberate attempt by his colleagues to scare people and raise the bar to prevent outsiders from competing.

There is an iron rice bowl in this world, worth thousands of gold.

"Here we go."

Uncle Liu placed the large porcelain bowl on the table and deliberately dropped a few drops of sesame oil: "Try this year's small ground sesame oil."

"Thank you, Uncle Liu."

Li Ping'an stirred it with a spoon, took a few mouthfuls, and the aroma penetrated straight into his organs.

The only thing about Daqian that is better than the previous life is that there is no technology and hard work. The taste of a bowl of tofu has not changed for three generations.

While eating, three men came to the stall and sat down.

The leader was none other than Bai Yi Pang Er. Two of his subordinates stood on a long bench with one foot, banging the table and shouting.

"Where is the person? Where did he die?"

Uncle Liu hurried over to greet you, bowed and asked, "You three gentlemen, what do you want to eat?"

Pang Er cursed and said, "You can eat whatever you want. I'll collect the money today."

Uncle Liu said with a grimace: "Didn't we just meet a few days ago?"

"That was the money for cleaning up the garbage. Today it's the cleaning fee."

Pang Er said: "Are you eating and drinking clean? What if the guests get sick after eating? You must pay to ensure that they eat clean!"

Uncle Liu asked: "Then if you pay the clean money, the guests will be hungry from now on..."

"how?"

Pang Er stood up with a bang and grabbed Uncle Liu's lapel: "You still want the Yamen to treat you? Believe it or not, I'll arrest you and slap you?"

"Please forgive me."

Uncle Liu took out a stack of copper coins from his arms. Seeing Pang Er staring and not letting go, he took out another stack and stuffed it in: "Please take good care of me in the future."

"It's easy to talk about."

Pang Er suddenly smiled, roared, and went to collect the cleaning fee from the stall next to him.

Uncle Liu sighed and returned to the boiler, spat, and muttered something that could not be heard clearly.

Li Ping'an watched this scene silently, lowered his head and ate tofu nao, and had no intention of helping Uncle Liu.

The police officers have too many ways to retaliate against the people. If they help today, Uncle Liu will have to change his profession tomorrow. He will not be able to sell tofu, and there is no space for him to set up a stall on the whole street.

If you don't have the ability to completely eliminate the unspoken rules, you can only follow them.

suddenly.

There were screams and noises behind him. Li Pingan followed the sound and saw the young hero holding a long sword, pointing at Pang Er, waiting to accuse him of his crimes.

Not only did they plunder and beat people, but they also harmed a certain woman and robbed a certain pedestrian.

"Be punished!"

After the young hero finished telling the story of his crime, he slashed across with his long sword. Pang Er and the other three fell to the ground, and then used Qing Kung to float away.

The onlookers applauded and praised the young hero for eliminating harm to the people.

"This young man is good."

Li Ping applauded and praised that he did not want to cause trouble, but he should support those who uphold justice.

"That's what a knight-errant should be like!"

After eating the tofu nao, I left five cents and strolled to Chongrenfang.

Zhuangyuan Street.

It was originally called Shupu Street, but the name was changed half a year ago. In a few years, the entire city may be named after Zhuangyuan.

Walking a few steps into the street, you can see the huge plaque of Zhuangyuan Tower, with vermilion paint and gilded characters, shining brightly in the sun.

Since Su Mingyuan presided over Spring Wei and Qiu Wei successively, the size of Zhuangyuan Building has expanded again, occupying almost half of the street.

Li Ping'an couldn't help but sigh: "Really, one person has achieved enlightenment, and chickens and dogs ascend to heaven!"

Back then, shopkeeper Cui often helped Su Mingyuan when he was in dire straits. With a little kindness, he created the Wan Guan family business today.

After all, he is the minister of the dynasty, the arm of the emperor, and a single thought can determine the rise and fall of a family.

At the entrance of the Zhuangyuan Building, there are several steles of Jinshi inscriptions. On them are written a brief biography of so and so, who was named on the gold list in the first year of Zhengtong, and his examination papers are also engraved.

Many scholars were in front of the stone tablet, trying to figure out the writing skills of their predecessors.

A few scholars were sitting in front of the inscription with disheveled hair, whether out of desperation or for show, muttering to themselves, crying and laughing.

Of course, the tallest, largest and most gorgeous stone tablet must belong to Su Mingyuan.

The whole body is carved from white jade, and there is a copper stove in front of the monument, with green smoke curling up and incense burning.

The inscription on the stele inscribes that Su Mingyuan studied hard in a bookstore and won the first prize after going through all kinds of hardships. There is also a story about the first prize scholar smashing a vat to save his friend.

Regardless of whether it is true or false, it is very inspiring to read.

Li Ping'an read the Jinshi's lives one by one and found that they were from humble backgrounds and poor families, and they all relied on studying for free in the Zhuangyuan Building to achieve success. UU reading www.uukaｎshu． net

"The rise of the Number One Scholar Building is inevitable. Even if there is no Su Mingyuan, there will still be Zhang Mingyuan and Zhao Mingyuan..."

At this moment.

A burst of noise came from the building.

The clerk stood at the door and shouted excitedly: "Congratulations to the shopkeeper's nephew for passing the examination. All books are 50% off today!"

When all the scholars heard this, their faces showed joy.

The books in Zhuangyuanlou are cheap, and with a 50% discount, they are almost sold at cost price.

Li Ping'an looked up at the dazzling plaque. From a small and inconspicuous bookstore, it occupied half of the street in a few years, and now another member of the tribe has won the election.

In the future, someone will become a Jinshi and become an official in the court. After three generations, they will become a scholarly family.

Perhaps the first aristocratic families were like the "Wu" family.

Enter the bookstore.

Li Ping'an greeted: "Shopkeeper Wu, congratulations."

"The messenger is here, please take a seat and serve tea quickly."

Shopkeeper Wu provided warm hospitality to old customers as always. He did not get angry because his business was getting bigger or his clan members were elected.

Li Ping'an couldn't resist, so he sat in the bookstore and had a few cups of tea.

After listening to the discussions among the scholars on the left and right, I realized how valuable this person was, which was extraordinary.

Wai Lang, a member of the Ministry of Etiquette, who presided over the capital and rural examinations, was the Jinshi who was supplemented by the fraud case that year. Those who passed the examination can be called Su Mingyuan's disciples and disciples.

There is also the relationship of Zhuangyuanlou, where we can repay the favor and achieve mutual success, which became a good story among the people for a while.

"Since the announcement of the North-South Ranking Law, and successively taking charge of the Spring and Autumn Periods, Su Mingyuan has become a leading figure among the northern scholars, and has almost reached the altar of gods."

"He should understand that the trees that are beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind..."

Li Ping'an tightened his clothes. This year's autumn style was so cold that it penetrated people's bones.