Who is Zhang Zhixu?

What kind of person is Zhang Zhixu?

Others say that he was born into a wealthy family, and was born to enjoy the wealth and glory accumulated by his ancestors for hundreds of years. He lives in the best house, receives the most meticulous service, and is so picky that he will not eat meat unless it is freshly slaughtered, will not wear clothes unless they are snow-white brocade, and will not step on the ground unless it is white marble.

But he also bears the expectations and heavy responsibilities of everyone in the Zhang family.

In the morning, he studies poetry, books, rituals, Yi, and Spring and Autumn Annals; at noon, he studies classics, laws, and calculations; in the afternoon, he studies calendar, medicine classics, appreciation, natural craftsmanship, and instrument making; in the evening, he studies guqin, chess, fine brushwork, and even gambling.

He spends ten of the twelve hours a day learning these things.

Zhang Zhixu learns everything very well, and is the kind of person that teachers feel ashamed of not having more to teach him.

But he still feels bored. The lessons day after day are boring, the smiling servants are boring, the nobles who put on airs are boring, and even his own life is really boring.

The decision to die with Cheng Huaili was the happiest and freest moment for him.

However, when he opened his eyes, he was not dead.

Not only was he not dead, but he was also parasitic in the body of a woman, and heard her exclaiming "Wow" at the twelve-story Zhaixing Tower.

"Great Immortal!" She called him, "Have you ever seen such a tall building!"

Zhang Zhixu felt that his whole body was instantly overwhelmed by a strange emotion, as if he had eaten peppercorns, and his fingertips became hot and swollen. Fireworks exploded in his head, and countless flashing flame tails arrogantly and brilliantly cut through his dark perception.

This feeling was so novel that he was stunned for a long time before realizing that it was Chen Baoxiang who was happy.

How could she be so happy?

He looked up in confusion, thinking that Zhaixing Tower had some new tricks, but he still saw those ugly colorful lanterns, flying gauze curtains, and the clumsy and big peacock wood carvings.

"These." He frowned. "Do you like them?"

"Of course!" Chen Baoxiang said excitedly, "I've always wanted to come to this place, but it's too expensive. Any dish here costs one tael of silver."

One tael of silver converted into copper coins is only two thousand four hundred coins.

Zhang Zhixu never cared about money, but when he heard Chen Baoxiang's exaggerated tone, twenty-four ordinary sharpened daggers, eight-section dagger dances, or three slop buckets suddenly appeared in front of him.

Wait, slop buckets?

With his nose slightly wrinkled, he said disdainfully: "You haven't bathed or changed your clothes yet."

Chen Baoxiang looked down at herself. Her skirt was dirty and she smelled a little.

"But," she said, "it's winter."

"What's wrong with winter? The bathtub needs to hibernate?"

"No." Chen Baoxiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I can see that you have never experienced hard times, Great Immortal. It's cold in winter. It costs a lot of firewood to boil water. It's also cold to take a bath. If you catch a cold, you'll die."

Can taking a bath cost you your life? Zhang Zhixu laughed angrily: "According to you, poor families don't take a bath in the whole winter?"

"Yes." She nodded seriously, "Don't talk about winter. Even if the family is poorer, there are still some who don't take a bath for several years."

Zhang Zhixu: "..."

Chen Baoxiang felt his shock and couldn't help but sigh that it turned out that the gods really didn't know the sufferings of the world.

A few nobles were watching on the steps and saw that Chen Baoxiang was like crazy, sometimes very excited, and sometimes muttering to himself.

They looked at each other, and the suspicion in their hearts came up again: "Baoxiang, have you never been to Zhaixing Tower?"

"I have been here." Chen Baoxiang lifted her skirt and caught up with them, smiling, "I come here often."

This statement, coupled with her completely unworldly appearance, was not convincing at all.

With a fake smile, several nobles led her to the sixth floor and ordered a table of wine and food, whatever was expensive.

Chen Baoxiang looked reserved, but she was shouting in her heart.

-Great Immortal, look, all the delicious dishes I have never eaten!

Zhang Zhixu took a look and looked disgusted.

-Ordinary ingredients and ordinary methods, what's so good about it.

Chen Baoxiang was not as picky as him. As soon as she heard the host's call to start eating, she couldn't wait to pick up a large piece of meat from the side of the fish.

Two laughs suddenly sounded next to her. She looked sideways in confusion and saw that the nobles looked a little strange and winked.

"Oh, why haven't the dishes arrived yet? I'll go down and take a look." Someone took the opportunity to stand up.

"Baoxiang, just eat first, the bill has been settled, I'll go with them to take a look." Guilan, who was treating the guests, also said.

The group of people suddenly became very busy, doing this and that, and in the blink of an eye, she was the only one left in the box.

Chen Baoxiang didn't understand, and raised her chopsticks to ask the immortal: "They have been in prison for so long, aren't they hungry?"

Zhang Zhixu held his forehead: "You exposed it."

"Exposed what?"

"Only poor families rarely eat fish, so they will use chopsticks to go to the place that looks meaty but has many bones." He was helpless, "The nobles only eat the small piece of tender meat hidden under the gills of the fish."

Chen Baoxiang was dumbfounded: "What about the rest of the fish?"

"Give it to the servants or just throw it away."

Isn't this a waste of food?

She slammed the table in anger: "It's too abominable!"

As she said that, she brought the fish over and quickly ate it from the belly until it became a clean fish skeleton.

Zhang Zhixu was forced to taste the taste of the whole fish.

At first he was very resistant, but once the fish meat entered his mouth, it was so tender and juicy that he had never tasted before. The clusters of fish meat slid on the tip of his tongue, slowly soaking his lips and teeth with the fragrance of soy sauce, and the delicious smell lingered.

He looked at the empty plate in shock.

Chen Baoxiang picked up another plate of pork elbows.

"Pork meat is cheap, I don't like it, don't--" He wanted to stop him.