Lan Jue stood silently for a while and asked, "How did you know I saw you?"

Zhang Ping said: "Mr. Lan can see me, and I can see you."

Lan Jue asked again: "How can you guess who I am?"

Zhang Ping said: "Mr. Lan has been impeached recently and dare not accept gifts. You come out of Lan Mansion in homely clothes, but you don't look like a servant in charge."

Lan Jue was stunned for a moment, and for some reason, he wanted to laugh: "So since you guessed who I was that day, why didn't you tell me about this?"

Zhang Ping lowered his eyelids: "It was not a big deal. A little money was my account with the doorman and it had nothing to do with Lord Lan. Besides, I would tell Lord Lan because of this. They were angry and wanted to repair me. I was doing a small business."

Lan Jue raised his eyebrows, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Zhang Ping put down the dustpan, returned to the table, and took eight copper plates from the table: "Three noodles, six cents a bowl, and five cents a bowl."

The fingers are thin and long, and the sound is straight.

Lan Jue watched him put the money in his pocket and said, "When I came just now, you were only willing to sell me vegetarian noodles, but I was sure that I wouldn't eat your noodles?"

Zhang Ping did not reply and wiped the desktop with a rag.

Lan Jue stood beside him, and couldn't help but think that this was a joke, but he saw an interesting young man in the exam in the current subject, which was not bad.

Every scientific examination is a major event for scholars seeking fame and fortune in the world, and an interesting thing for all officials in the court. Especially for officials like Lord Lan who have been promoted by the imperial examination, who use the eyes of old birds in the forest to look at these young young men who desperately want to squeeze into the forest, and guess their future, there is a sense of pleasure as experienced people.

After seeing so many people over the years, Lord Lan is still somewhat sure about his own vision.

Judging from the words and deeds of this screen, if you can become famous on the list and enter the court, a new and glorious branch will be released in the forest of honest and honest party.

He smiled, turned around and left, and said before leaving: "Well, this misunderstanding is indeed because I was too concerned about it. Your name is Zhang Ping? If you have such a good look in your knowledge, maybe it will not take long before you can be the same minister as the official. Before that, if you have the chance, I will try your noodles again."

Zhang Ping piled up benches, and Lan Jue's figure had turned around the corner, and a long back was dragged by the old brick wall.

Zhang Ping put away the shed, pushed up the cart, and walked home.

When he returned to his residence, he twirled the jar of soaked garlic, washed his face quickly, changed into the only long gown that was quite a marvelous one, and went to Jiqing Teahouse outside the alley.

Chen Chou was spinning at the entrance of the stairs in the teahouse. When he saw him, he immediately rushed over: "My boss Zhang, you're here. The two real bosses have arrived. The tea on them has been brewed, hurry up!"

He dragged Zhang Ping upstairs and entered the innermost private room on the second floor.

In the private room, Dr. Tea was serving tea, a man and a woman were sitting at the table. The man was about fifty years old, with a round face and wide body, and a kind face. The woman looked less than 40 years old, with a big square face, and a white-plated jade pendant. She was swept by her ears, and her two upside-down willow eyebrows were more delicate.

Chen Chou bowed to the two of them and said with apologies: "Mr. Jin, Mrs. Jin, I'm sorry. Brother Zhang delayed it for a while and neglected the two of them. I'll compensate him for it." He also said to Zhang Ping, "This Mr. Jin is the famous Laixi class leader, please see him quickly."

Mr. Jin stood up and laughed and said, "I dare not, I dare not, the opera troupe is not as gentle as you scholars."

Zhang Ping immediately knew what the good business Chen Chou introduced was.

The prices in Beijing are extremely high, and the expenses for renting a house to prepare for the exam are huge. Most of the students who are not wealthy have to find some ways to earn some subsidies.

This path is divided into several levels.

The first level is to sell poetry and fu; the second level is to sell characters and paintings. These two levels are rushing to do, but some talented people can do it well. This little bit of fiction has spread into the court. There are two lines of poetry and fu that were noted by the examiner in advance, which is of great help to the subject examination.

If you can't do the first and second class well, you can only go to the third class and find some ideas silently. Before each session, there will always be many new words in the bookstores in the capital. In the secret, the new spring palace is full of vividness and fragrance. The major opera troupes in the capital can perform new dramas every month. The sisters in the brothels sing various passionate and interesting erotic poems.

Zhang Ping knew that Chen Chou had recently taken on a job of writing a play. He was writing a love drama, telling the bitter story of a young lady who occasionally had spring love in autumn elopement with a scholar, but was snatched by a general to be a concubine, and after giving birth to two children, he met a scholar again, and he didn't know whether he should leave his children behind and elope with the scholar again.

Zhang Ping once told Chen Chou what details should be paid attention to when climbing over the wall in the middle of the night and what methods can be used to turn it faster.

Zhang Ping was very grateful to Chen Chou for helping find a job, but Zhang Ping has always been based on facts when doing things. In terms of love affairs, he has no foundation and cannot make up for it without any basis, so he feels that he is not suitable.

After meeting each other and taking the seat, Mr. Jin went straight to the point. His opera troupe recently wanted to schedule a new show and urgently needed someone to write a book.

Mr. Jin said: "It must be fast! It is fast enough! It must be strong enough!" His eyes were shining. Zhang Ping guessed which kind he wanted was strong enough, and said sincerely: "I'm down, no..."

Chen Chou held him down quickly and stopped his words: "I dare to use the head to guarantee this drama that Mr. Jin wants. Zhang Ping is the most suitable candidate! He has always been good at this. Sometimes I can't sleep at night, so I ask him to tell me a story. What he told me made me dare not close my eyes for three nights!"

Mr. Jin slapped his thigh: "So great! Mr. Zhang is such a rare talent! He wants to squeeze the grandsons of the Qingyuan Class down the stage!"

Mrs. Jin was eating melon seeds and squinted her eyes and smiled at Zhang Ping: "Mr. Zhang, if the play you wrote can be popular in the Qingyuan Class, you will be able to compare with the talented man who has been born in the Red Leaf of the West Mountain. This time, you will not be able to win the top scorer!"

Zhang Ping said calmly: "The red leaves of the West Mountain have been born since "The Beacon of the Frontier" are all fake works. According to speculation below, this person should have died long ago."

The Hongye Sheng of the West Mountain is the first legendary story book of this dynasty. It is said that even the emperor and King Huai like to read the legend he wrote. When the Empress Dowager read his famous work "The Thieves of Troubled Times", she cried and saw Princess Weichang's death for the thief. This person's identity has always been a mystery. A few years ago, after writing "The Beacon of the Frontier", he claimed to have a written end and has been hiding in the world since then.

Mr. Jin said: "Xishan Hongyesheng must have died long ago. Everyone understands that the grandsons in Qingyuan Class also know, so they blatantly make money. His grandmother's is not a thing!"

Laixi Ban and Qingyuan Ban are two relatively outstanding opera troupes in the capital. They have been competing with each other and poaching the show and showing their own methods.

Boss Jin received news that Qingyuanban was going to compile a new drama between the thief and the princess in "The Troops in Troubled Times" by Hongyesheng of Xishan into a new drama, which will be performed recently.

This relationship has been crying at the Queen Mother, and Lai Xi Ban felt deeply threatened, so they also wanted to make a new show to overwhelm the Qingyuan Ban.

"We must be ruthless, otherwise we can't suppress him!" Boss Jin gritted his teeth, "If you can try hard to find ruthless jokes, there is actually nothing, even if no one dares to change it, a talented man and beautiful woman drama, the ready-made Lord Lan of the Ministry of Rites has his wife's affairs, such as his wife's wife, her uncle, such as her husband..."

Mrs. Jin quickly coughed twice with a blue face and stopped Mr. Jin's words: "So we thought about it and chose a ready-made joke. Mr. Zhang, you can just write it as you like. However, there is another thing, I have to say it first..." Mrs. Jin looked embarrassed, "Young Master, you know, the red leaves in the West are famous, and the world is vulgar, and we have to..."

Chen Chong coughed: "Brother Zhang, that's right. Mr. Jin and others told the public that this play was written by the lay Buddhist Donghu, which was Ma Lian, who had already collected the money and agreed. Look..."

Ma Lian is also a test subject in the current subject. However, a person from Shu County has rarely made a name for himself by writing operas. Now he has been included in the list of poems and essays. He once openly criticized Zhang Ping for not being worthy of being a scholar and felt deeply ashamed of being a test subject with Zhang Ping and others.

Zhang Pingbanbanban said: "I don't care about this matter, as long as Brother Ma agrees..."

Before he could finish his words, Mr. Jin smiled and said, "Young Master Zhang is such a generous person, so that's it! The joke we chose is a ghost-carried ghost-carried ghost-carried ghost-carried ghost-carried ghost-carried spirits are enough to be excited. He has a thief and a princess, we have a lady and a great immortal!"

Chen Chou slapped his face: "Look, Brother Zhang, I'll say you are suitable. You are the best at ghost stories. If a timid person like me writes such a play, and writes it to the beginning, I will be scared to death."

Zhang Ping said: "I always thought there were no ghosts in the world."

Chen Chou quickly pulled his sleeve. Fortunately, Mr. Jin and Mrs. Jin didn't care. Maybe he thought he would dare to write ghost dramas boldly and continue to talk to Zhang Ping with great enthusiasm.

Mrs. Jin said: "Young Master Zhang, there are still things like ghosts, because what I told you is a real thing. A decade or twenty years ago, my cousin from my mother's family was fascinated by a weasel spirit..."

On the first day of May, Lan Jue had an emergency official business on his hand and had to go to the Ministry of Justice to check the old files.

He personally took a sedan chair to the Ministry of Justice. As soon as he entered the door, he saw several detectives escorting two people and pushing them to the other side. Lord Lan felt that these two people looked familiar.

One seems to be Zhang Ping, the other seems to be Chen Chou...

He asked Liu Dianli beside him: "What case is there?"
Chapter completed!