Chapter 142: Misunderstanding When the setting sun meets the new moon, the night curtain quietly falls. Due to feeling unwell today, Zhu Ping’an left the words “Quit Drinking” on his desk before returning to bed to sleep. His current state truly couldn’t support practicing calligraphy or reading, as his mind was already unclear. As the […]
Chapter 141: Every Family Has Its Own Problems Actually, listening to Fatty’s Father shout “Fatty, turn over,” just feels oddly amusing. As for Fatty’s Father’s praise, Zhu Ping’an smiled foolishly, repeatedly cupping his hands in humility, saying that he didn’t deserve it. Afterward, Fatty’s Father sighed, expressing how much effort he had put into educating
Chapter 140: A Father Comes from Afar The uncles and others were feeling both frustrated and melancholic, unable to express their bitterness. However, when they heard a loud cry coming from afar, they felt a slight sense of balance. Look, that chubby guy is crying too—our misery is not solitary after all. The chubby man,
Chapter 139: The Academy Examination Results Are Announced The crowd surged beneath the ranking list in Anqing Prefecture. Zhu Shouren, Zhu Ping’an’s eldest uncle, and others exerted all their strength to squeeze through the throng and finally managed to find a spot where they could see the list. Their faces were full of anticipation. Before
Chapter 138: Another Year of Exam Results Zhu Ping’an had just returned to his seat when the chubby Xue Chi, like a bulldog, grinned and started foolishly laughing at him, evidently having noticed that Zhu Ping’an had just gone to settle the bill. “Brother Xue, you really are something,” Zhu Ping’an shook his head slightly.
Chapter 137: This is the only skill in the case There are many restaurants in front of the Confucius Temple, much like in modern times, where students’ money is easy to earn. Among these many restaurants, the Zhuangyuan Building is not particularly prominent. Its architecture lacks any unique style, but it exudes a sense of
Chapter 136: That Year I Was Thirteen After a day’s torment from the trumpet sounds, it was rare to see a smile. In the end, Zhu Ping’an couldn’t bring himself to tell the fatty the truth about the chrysanthemums. In fact, it wasn’t just the fatty Xue Chi. Zhu Ping’an glanced around briefly, and saw
Chapter 135: Re-examination Every scholar coming out of the Jiangnan Gongyuan was holding their noses and walking around a fat man; the smell emanating from him was simply unbearable. Zhu Ping’an, standing three meters away from the tearful and snot-covered man, couldn’t bear to see him in such a state and said, “Brother Xue, what’s
Chapter 134: The Unlucky Child The closer one got to the latrine, the stronger the stench became, and the buzzing of flies and mosquitoes grew louder. The smell was utterly unbearable. “Ugh…” The sound of retching echoed, and Zhu Ping’an looked over to see a poor, pitiful, and unlucky fellow sitting in the stall near
Chapter 133: Confucius said While Zhu Ping’an was tidying up and waiting for the exam papers, examinees started entering the examination hall one by one, with scholars gradually filling the rooms on both sides. After about half an hour, a metallic sound came from the direction of Mingyuan Tower. Looking up, Zhu Ping’an saw several