Zhu Hao didn't expect that the son of the magistrate's family was so face-conscious.
But face can't solve practical problems. In a strange place, we should help each other rather than fight against each other. Why don't you understand this?
After dinner, before it got completely dark, Zhu Hao and Jinghong were ordered to return to their rooms.
A guard from the Imperial Guards Department said with a straight face: "Drink less water at night. From now on, you must greet the housekeeper when you get up at night. If anyone dares to walk out of this courtyard without permission, he will be given a light stick."
Zhu Hao smiled, this kind of threat had no effect on him.
But for Jinghong, this restriction on freedom is like being in prison.
Jinghong is one year older than Zhu Hao. At his age, he has no ability to take care of himself for the time being. He looks like a grown-up on weekdays. But when he suddenly encounters problems, especially those involving changes in his living environment, it is difficult to maintain a normal mind. At night
...I must be homesick.
Zhu Hao packed his things indifferently, took out two pieces of green onion and egg pancakes from his bag, and put them on the table: "If you want to eat, just take them."
Jinghong was a little angry: "How many times do I have to say it before you know it clearly? I won't eat it!"
Be firm.
Zhu Hao thought to himself, this guy is as smelly and hard as a stone in the toilet!
Hum, I'd better starve you to death. With such a light bulb around me, how can I investigate the situation in the palace in the future? How can I eliminate the danger? How should I spend this boring night?
Thinking about it again, I will study with Zhu San the next day. Whether I can see Zhu Houcong is another matter. But if you are in a state of studying and going to school, it will not be easy to be lazy.
Shake your head and recite the Four Books and Five Classics all day long?
Writing articles silently?
Just when Zhu Hao felt confused about his future, Jinghong took out the things he had brought from home from a small box, including a pack of candles.
Maybe he is very proud that as a child of the local magistrate, I can afford candles, but you Zhu Hao...
etc.
Under Jinghong's surprised gaze, Zhu Hao also casually took out a pack of candles.
When he opened it, six candles thicker than two fingers were revealed. Zhu Hao took out one and put it on the table. He simply packed up the candlestick and inserted it into the candlestick. He also took out the candlestick and lit it.
"you……"
Jinghong is a little hard to understand.
Isn’t this kid from an ordinary family? Why is his condition so good? He eats meat-filled pies and uses big candles...
Zhu Hao seemed unaware of Jinghong's doubts and discussed: "It seems that reading at night by candle is inevitable in the future, but if we both use candles at the same time, it would be too wasteful... Although I have a tung oil lamp here, the brightness is impressive. After a long time
It’s not good for your eyes. How about this? From now on, we’ll just light one, and we’ll take turns every day, so we can study a little longer at night, what do you think?”
Jinghong thought about it and realized it made sense.
Although he brought a pack of candles, there were actually only six of them. Each one could burn for half an hour, which was good. If Zhu Hao's candles were added... his eyes couldn't help but fall on the bright candle.
, I really want to ask, why are your candles so thick?
"Can."
Jinghong nodded and said, "Is this your monthly dosage?"
Zhu Hao shook his head: "Of course not, but it can't be what is needed for a day, right? Hey, otherwise, let's divide the days, use my candles on odd days, and use yours on even days..."
Jinghong immediately discovered the problem and frowned: "No! You have to go home on the fifth day of the tenth day, so you don't need candles on that day."
Zhu Hao smiled and said: "Why are you so fussy? Why don't you say that some months are less than thirty... Well, that's it, you and I take one day at a time, regardless of odd or even days. What do you think?"
Jinghong's face suddenly felt hot. He had finally managed to put on a show in front of Zhu Hao, but in the blink of an eye, he showed his weak side. Wouldn't it be embarrassing?
"Odds and evens are odd and even. You are odd and I am even. The worst we can do is rotate once a month. If you don't distinguish odd and even, it will be easy to remember." Jinghong immediately made a correction.
Zhu Hao nodded: "I understand, you are afraid that I will default on my debt and use your candles for days."
"you……"
Jinghong stared at Zhu Hao, as if he was angry that Zhu Hao had wronged him and looked down on him, but this time he still held back and did not argue further with Zhu Hao.
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The night is dark and windy.
Candlelight flickers.
Zhu Hao took out a paper cover and covered the candlestick. Although the brightness was reduced, it was enough for the two of them to study.
Zhu Hao asked: "Zhu San didn't bully you today, did he?"
"Zhu San?"
Jinghong just sat down, and the books in his schoolbag had not yet been unfolded. He looked at Zhu Hao in confusion after hearing this, and then thought of something, "You mean the prince?"
Zhu Hao smiled slightly and said: "That's her, she is very willful, and she especially likes to tease people..."
"He didn't make fun of me... As his companion, I am very respectful to him. He is the prince of the palace and will inherit the prince's title in the future. How can he have no magnanimity at all? You are really a villain..."
Jinghong wanted to criticize Zhu Hao, but when he thought that he was using Zhu Hao's candles today, and Zhu Hao's candles were obviously much thicker and longer than the ones he brought, he was taking advantage of them, so he felt embarrassed.
Zhu Hao pursed his lips, thinking that it was because she wasn't familiar with you, or that she hadn't found something to tease you about yet. In a few days... you might be in trouble.
Zhu Hao took out his books. There were four books and five classics, and there was a thick stack in his school bag.
Zhu Hao asked: "Hey, Jinghong, Mr. Sui is teaching you today, right? Are there any homework assignments?"
"Operation?"
Jinghong was very new to this term and looked confused.
Zhu Hao understood immediately.
Obviously Sui Gongyan did not assign any homework. He was originally a private tutor for the royal family. Even if it was not one-on-one teaching, it could still be regarded as a small job. If there was anything that Zhu San and Zhu Si needed to learn, they could just teach and check it on the spot.
Jinghong came to the palace as a reading companion. No matter how conscientious and responsible Sui Gongyan was, he still had to consider the actual situation. The assignment was simple, but it was dark after dark. How could it be completed without tung oil lamps or candles for lighting?
"This term is not easy to explain. To put it simply, it is part of the homework that the teacher arranges for the students to complete when they go home after school. If not... then reading will all depend on consciousness."
When Zhu Hao said this, seeing Jinghong nodding, he asked again: "What did Mr. Sui teach you today? I won't arrive until this afternoon, so why don't you tell me and I'll make up for the missed lessons as soon as possible, so that I won't be asked by Mr. Sui for my answer in the future."
No." Zhu Hao looked like he was eager to learn.
Jinghong didn't want to say it, but he still patiently took out the Analects of Confucius and pointed at it: "Just memorize this part..."
Memorize "The Analects of Confucius"?
Very subpar coursework.
"Oh, then you memorize it and I'll write it down silently."
Zhu Hao took out a pen and paper. Naturally, he didn't know how to memorize it. It was rare to have time to write now, so he might as well write down something that could be written.
The so-called things that can be written are, of course, things that are beyond the understanding of this era, such as the four great classics, or scripts...
In short, just don’t do your homework!
Jinghong is very curious. You haven't even started to memorize it, so you have to keep silent?
Aren't you looking for trouble for yourself?
When Zhu Hao took out the paper he brought, Jinghong's expression turned ugly again, because what he saw was a thick piece of high-quality letterhead pressed out of three layers of rice paper, and it was all bound and thick.
The notebook. Looking again, there are dozens of notebooks in Zhu Hao's box. If you add those loose white rice papers, pens, inks, inkstones, brush washes, etc...
Jinghong really wants to ask, does your family sell the Four Treasures of the Study?
"Jinghong, what are you looking at? Do you need paper? Just take it." Zhu Hao waved his hand generously.
To Jinghong, such kind words were just to show off.
Jinghong didn't answer, but picked up "The Analects of Confucius" and started to recite it.
Zhu Hao quickly said: "Don't worry, let's set some rules."
"Rules?" Jinghong put down the book.
"right."
Zhu Hao said with a serious face, "From now on, when we review our homework separately, it is best not to disturb each other. We should each mind our own business. We are not allowed to interfere with each other's work, nor are we allowed to ask each other what to read or write, nor to peek... Do you agree?"
"
Jinghong's cheeks were bulging and he shouted angrily: "Who wants to peek at you? Do you have a big face?"
Zhu Hao said: "Don't make the atmosphere so tense... I'm talking about each other, not specifically targeting one of us... This is to leave room for the other party to express freely."
Jinghong felt that Zhu Hao was sincerely making fun of him, so he ignored it, shook his head and started reading.
When it comes to ordinary people writing, having a guy nagging next to him would definitely be unsettling, but who is Zhu Hao? He can write in a busy city without being disturbed, and at the same time, he can take into account the surrounding environment, even if he can't
Multi-tasking and multi-tasking are absolutely fine.
I write something, as long as you don't harass me.
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A candle burned out for more than an hour.
Zhu Hao put down his pen in advance and prepared to go out to fetch water and wash up.
Jinghong reminded: "Didn't you hear what that person said just now? You are not allowed to go out casually after dark..."
"Do you listen to him?"
Zhu Hao rolled his eyes and said angrily, "That guy might be messing around with people in which room at the moment, or shaking dice, pushing Pai Gow, or chatting and spanking. If you don't believe it, you can go out and see it now."
If you don't see anyone, I lose."
Jinghong walked out of the house with Zhu Hao tremblingly.
A figure actually flashed past the courtyard, so frightened that he almost hid in the house.
Zhu Hao smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, I'm just a night watchman. The guards need to be on guard now. The palace is very large, and it's difficult for dozens of guards to cover everything. We only need to guard a few passages in the outer courtyard. Although the subordinates
There is a sentry post... but the people at the sentry post are often absent... It's a pity that Anluzhou City's industry and commerce are not developed enough, and there is nothing interesting after dark, otherwise..."
"What else?"
Jinghong looked at Zhu Hao with wide eyes.
Zhu Hao originally wanted to say, otherwise most of the guards would probably sneak away, so I can take you out to play.
But in this era, there are no Internet cafes, bars and other entertainment venues. Restaurants are basically closed after dark. If they can be opened after dark, they are brothels. But the problem is...
What can two children do in a brothel?
Even if I can go in, my body won’t allow it!
Thinking of this, Zhu Hao suddenly thought that it was time to enrich the night life of people in this era.
Open a bookstore for storytelling after dark, or set up a stage for performances and specialize in neighborhood business.
Even if I don't make much money, being able to hang out with Jinghong and have some fun in the future seems to be a good choice to kill boring time.