The rise of the poor

Chapter 197
On the third day after the examination, the county government posted the examination list, and all the students on the list could participate in the Enke Township Examination.As for those students who are not on the list, they can go back and forth. Of course, if they are interested in watching other people's exams from a distance, no one will object.

Early this morning, the fat man Xue Chi wore gold and silver, dressed himself like a groom, and went to watch the list.

In fact, this guy came to ask Zhu Pingan to look at the list before dawn, but Zhu Pingan had no interest, and he was already on the list, so why waste time looking at the list.But the fat man was very interested. This guy had been waiting for this day for too long, and he couldn't wait to show off. He couldn't help but want to brag hard in front of the students at the table next to him.

Don't pretend to be a teenager.

Zhu Pingan looked at the back of the fat man, and for some reason always felt that thunder was rolling in the sky.

Zhu Pingan and Fatty parted ways at the entrance of the inn. Fatty went to the government office excitedly to wait for the results of the scientific examination, while Zhu Pingan walked slowly to the woods where he used to go, holding a black board.

Repeat the preparatory actions in the past, then sit on the stone and spread the black board, and start to practice calligraphy.

The environment is born from the heart, and the heart is like still water.

When practicing calligraphy today, Zhu Pingan felt that he had entered a wonderful state. He felt that his calligraphy seemed to have entered a new realm since the last time Taihu Lake broke through the bottleneck. This realm can almost be described as superb.The lone sail, which was originally riding the wind and waves in the sea, suddenly burst into the sky from the sea and soared in the sky.

Practicing calligraphy is a very mysterious state. How to put it, it is like the heart and the pen are integrated. The heart is the pen, and the pen is the heart. What the heart wants, what the pen wants, the pen follows the heart, as long as the heart can think Yes, it can come out of the pen. Now Zhu Pingan feels that his calligraphy has reached the state where the heart and the pen are one, without the pen and without self.

When Zhu Pingan first started to practice handwriting, he couldn’t even hold the writing brush smoothly, and he didn’t follow the force when he used his hand to force the writing brush. Gradually, as Zhu Pingan studied hard and practiced day and night, he gradually became familiar with the writing brush in his hand. It seems to have become my sixth finger, and the brush seems to have become a part of my body. As long as I have a thought, the brush can answer. At this time, the hand and brush have been integrated.

So at this moment, Zhu Pingan felt that he had reached the third realm that Mr. Jin said, where the human and the pen are one, the pen is me, and I am the pen.

This is Zhu Pingan's epiphany in calligraphy. Many famous calligraphers in ancient times have experienced this link of epiphany. In calligraphy, it can almost be compared with the epiphany of Bodhidharma under the tree.

Wang Xizhi is a master of calligraphy that everyone is familiar with. Back then, Wang Xizhi also had such an epiphany process. Wang Xizhi liked the white geese very much. He went to watch the white geese swimming when he had nothing to do. One day, when Wang Xizhi was watching the white geese swimming in the green water, he suddenly had an epiphany. , When I got home, I invented the calligraphy of "Floating Goose Hook".

In addition, there is the cursive script monk Huai Su. This monk does not practice Zen or recite scriptures. He goes to the beach to watch the sea when he has nothing to do.His random piece of paper, now is eternity.

Zhu Pingan reached this state.I feel that my calligraphy not only has flesh and bones, but also has aura. Calligraphy has an aura of riding the wind and waves.

at this time.Zhu Ping'an feels that whether he has a pen or not, good pens are bad.Even if you give yourself a rotten branch or a dog's tail grass.I can write wonderful calligraphy by myself.

This feeling is like chewing Xuanmai, which makes people unable to stop. Zhu Pingan splashes water, and is a little bit caught in it, unable to extricate himself.

Until the silky rain fell from the sky, waking up Zhu Pingan, who was in a calligraphy frenzy.

It's raining?
Zhu Pingan, who was practicing calligraphy, raised his head and wiped the raindrops from his forehead. After realizing it, he saw that he was almost drenched.

How long has it been raining?I just feel it myself.Get it here today.

Zhu Pingan shook his head, put away the pen and bamboo tube with some reluctance, got up and walked out of the woods unhurriedly.Looking up at the sky, I saw silky rain falling from the sky, the raindrops were so small, and the rain curtain was so dense, covering Ying Tiancheng with a white gauze like cicada's wings.

On the way back to the inn, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rainwater on the bluestone slabs merged into a stream, rushing forward along the drainage system in the city.

Back at the inn, the innkeeper saw that Zhu Ping'an was drenched by the rain, so he quickly handed Zhu Ping'an a dry towel to wipe the rain off his head, and asked the shop assistant to cook a bowl of ginger soup.

"Thanks to the shopkeeper, please send a breakfast upstairs by the way." Zhu Pingan wiped the rainwater from his head, and returned the towel to the shopkeeper to express his gratitude.

"Young Master Zhu, you are being polite. Oh, I almost forgot. Just now a messenger came to announce the good news. You have passed the examination." The shopkeeper took the towel and was about to turn around and order the shop assistant to deliver a breakfast upstairs when he suddenly thought After recalling what happened just now, he thanked Zhu Ping'an with a smile on his face.

"Oh, it's so early this time?" Zhu Ping'an was a little surprised.

"That's not true, but someone from the police also said that it's because the academic officer arranged for the release of the rankings after reading the papers overnight." The shopkeeper seemed to have a good sense of the academic officer Mr. Zhao.

"Oh, that's it. Well, thank you shopkeeper, please send another bucket of hot water." Zhu Pingan cupped his hands to thank the shopkeeper, and asked the shopkeeper to bring a bucket of hot water upstairs, and then went upstairs.

Soon, several shop assistants brought ginger soup, breakfast and hot water upstairs.Zhu Pingan drank ginger soup, ate breakfast, took a simple hot bath, changed into dry clothes, and sat on the desk in front of the window to continue reading.

But the weather outside seems to be getting worse.

The wind is howling, the rain is majestic, the wind is blowing the windows with a bang, the heavy rain outside is like someone splashing water on the roof, the closed windows are also broken by the storm, and the cold autumn rain flows into the room along the gap , simply not a lot.

Zhu Pingan had to close the window tightly again, and moved the desk back several steps, just to avoid the interference of the howling wind and rain.

"Uh, it's not because the fat man is over-pretentious, is he? It caused so much thunder." Zhu Pingan looked out the window and began to slander, feeling that he was right in the morning.

But with the virtue of a fat man, he must pretend to be ten points but not nine points!I just don't know how this guy feels when he sees the lightning and thunder outside, and whether he dares to continue pretending.

The list is released today, and the Enke Township Examination is not far away.After Zhu Pingan moved the desk a few steps back, he continued to devote himself to preparing for the exam. Only by working hard can he be qualified to enjoy the scenery on the imperial examination bridge.Reading a book, swiping a pen... The lightning, thunder, squall and torrential rain outside did not hinder him at all.

(End of this chapter)