Nanjing City is planned with strict hierarchy, and the same city is divided into several worlds, with aristocratic officials and rich areas, handicraft areas, commercial areas, and scenic areas in an orderly manner.
Near Dazhong Bridge where Zhang Ning's family is located, it is mostly commercial districts near Wuding Bridge where Fuleyuan is located. The road is full of mercy and hustle and bustle, but the popularity is very strong, and it is a peaceful and prosperous scene.
Their family has neither a car nor a horse, but Zhang Ning doesn't have to walk to Wuding Bridge to do business. The more popular way of transportation here is: take a boat.
There is a short-distance black-sailed boat that specializes in carrying passengers sailing on the waterway in the city, which is as convenient as modern buses and is very cheap; there are also long-distance night boats, where literati often write about the anecdotes of night boats, without losing their romantic feelings.
Zhang Ning asked the detailed address and walked a short distance to board the Dazhongqiao Wharf and sailed west along the Qinhuai River.
On the boat, I experienced the awesome social status of the Ming scholar. The people on the boat did not recognize him, naturally I didn't know that he had no fame anymore. I just looked at his appearance and clothes, my fingers were clean and neatly trimmed, and I saw that he was a scholar with his ten fingers not sticking to mud. The passengers next to him unconsciously gave up a relatively wide space. A man in short clothes on the opposite side shrank his legs for fear of provoking him.
Don’t think that most scholars in the Ming Dynasty were powerless people, and their bones were harder than the other, and they also had various fellow villagers and classmates, which were not easy to mess with in this era.
Ordinary people's legs tremble when they enter the court, but students can go in and out at will to find that the county officials are unfair to make a case.
If someone is provoked by a fame, he will directly lead to the yamen and say that no matter how arrogant a person is in the city and the village, he will be a scumbag in front of literati. Who can beat the government?
Get off the boat at Wuding Bridge in Jiangning County, and you can see the vast and vast Fuleyuan, located in the southeast of Wuding Bridge.
Zhang Ning didn't plan to enter through the main entrance. There was a street and alley on the side, which was just right where he could go in from there in a low-key manner to find the customers he wanted to see.
There are many rich people who come to Fuleyuan or pass by. Of course, rich people are generous. This is also a Feng Shui treasure land for doing business.
Even the streets and alleys on the side of Fuleyuan are full of commerce and shops, and there are street stalls next to each other on the street. The government seems to have no care. Only shop owners along the street sometimes come to set up street stalls, saying that they are the door of others, and there are no arguments and noisy in the process. In addition, bargaining and chatting among the crowd, it is noisy.
Zhang Ning clamped a bamboo tube containing drawings with his arm and approached the entrance of the small gate of Xunfuleyuan on this street.
At this moment, he suddenly heard someone calling him. He turned around and saw a carriage parked beside him. The window opened the face of a young woman and appeared in front of him.
Zhang Ning's memory immediately recalled the information of this acquaintance. It turned out that this girl was Wang, who had an engagement before...
But now it doesn't matter.
Brother Ning... Wang looked at him with a complicated expression, opened his eyes wide and looked at him for a moment, bit his lips lightly and said: What happened a few days ago... My father thought Brother Ning could not wake up, and the two doctors said so.
At this time, Zhang Ning had no feelings for Wang. To him, he was just a symbolic existence. There was no emotion, let alone blame and resentment. He smiled loudly and said: It would be a disaster to save a life by chance.
He also found that there was an acquaintance behind the carriage, Ma Wenchang, a student from Jiangning County School, who had made friends before.
Isn’t Jiangning County’s school located on the other side of the river?
However, Wang and Ma Wenchang seem to have nothing to do with each other, so it is a bit strange how they got together.
Zhang Ning bowed his fists and bowed: Why is the platform here, brother?
Although Ma Maocai was riding a tall horse and wearing a silk brocade dress, his appearance was really a little different from Zhang Ning. He seemed surprised to see Zhang Ning, so he hurriedly turned off the horse and returned the gift, and smiled and said: Isn’t my family business dealing with the Wang family? My father asked me to go over and talk about something, but I don’t want to meet Miss Wang on the road.
Oh, so that's it.Zhang Ning nodded as if he had some understanding.
Ma Maocai sighed alas, and when several buddies in Jiangning County heard about Brother Ping'an's affairs, they were all sad.But we all remember Brother Ping'an, you will definitely invite you next time the poetry and wine party... But the world will come, don't you mind?I heard that Brother Ping'an had a little awkward relationship with Sihai?
When is the awkward thing? How come I can't remember it?Zhang Ning frowned and thought bitterly.
It’s good if there is no, it’s good if there is no. Maybe I remember it wrongly, haha!Ma Wenchang laughed dryly.
What did you do in Jiangning County?Wang's eyes never left Zhang Ning, without blinking. Since he was here, he would go to our house to have a drink of tea.
Zhang Ning shook his head and said: I have a good intention. I still have something to do, so I will say goodbye.
Brother Ning!Wang shouted at him loudly. When Zhang Ning stood still and turned around and waited for her to speak, she me...I... stammered for a while, and then said, "Do you... hate me?"
When Zhang Ning turned around, he saw the quaint buildings and the bustling crowds, and Ma Maocai, who was inexplicably despised by the horses. Suddenly, he remembered a few poems and looked at Wang and said casually: Life is just like the first meeting...
Wang looked at him with admiration, probably thinking that Brother Ning, who spoke casually, was very awesome.
……
The vendors and passers-by around are still walking their own paths and busy with their own affairs.
On a building in Fuleyuan diagonally opposite, a woman in light silk heard from the wind that life would be like the first meeting, and she would immediately be attracted.
She was laughing at her, regardless of the men and women around her, and hurriedly looked down to find the source of the sound.
In the crowd, I could soon notice a scholar in the green robe next to a carriage and horse. I saw only one back but it also made people feel good.
The scholar paused and chanted sadly: ...What's the matter with the autumn wind blew the fan?
The woman in the light shirt couldn't help but take a look at the exquisite folding fan that had been put by the window for many days. In an instant, the hustle and bustle on the ancient street filled with secular and business seemed to suddenly stagnate.
Only the autumn wind and endless graceful condolence remain.
It seems that this is a place where a sad and beautiful emotion occurs, filled with life and death lingering. The bluestone slab, bridge and water all become meaningful, and everything becomes poetic and picturesque, even if the poetic and picturesque style is just sad.
Something deep in the woman's heart of the light-shirt seemed to be ignited by these short fourteen words in an instant, and her eyes were like the mist of early winter.
Zhang Ning sighed and continued to recite to Wang: The hearts of old friends are changed easily, but the hearts of old friends are changed easily.
Two lines of clear tears slid across the woman's cheeks in a light shirt. It was not his own story, but his own tears were shedding.
Why did Sister Fang cry?The sister next to her looked at her in surprise.The big belly hunter took out a handful of silver from the bag: Be happy to accompany me, I have money.The sister said: Mr. Xu is the best, and he is a rare good person. Sister Fang smiled.
Say goodbye.The scholar in the green robe held his fists and bowed, turned around and left.
who is he?
I didn't see anything I looked like, would I just disappear into the crowd like this?
The woman in the light shirt pretended to act every day. At this moment, she suddenly lost control of her emotions and couldn't pretend anymore. She turned around and ran, and a rude shout came from behind her, come back for me!
As soon as he went down the stairs, the brothel rushed over and said with a glaring look: Where are you going, what's the point of leaving the guests?
Stop her!
But all this becomes like a dream and it doesn't matter.
She ran to the streets and alleys with an inconvenient long skirt. Some people were accidentally staggered, some were kicked over by the street stall, some were scolded and some were shouted to come back to pay.The people from Fuleyuan also chased them out.
When he ran to the street, the woman in the light shirt finally saw the scholar in front of her, and her back would never be wrong.
Please stay, young master.A gentle voice came out in a slight breath.
Zhang Ning turned around and looked at it, and was surprised. He saw a beautiful woman in beautiful clothes standing in front of him, and there were some people running towards her behind her.
Zhang Ning looked around and said, "Who came for this woman or me?"
He calmly asked: What's the matter?
The brothel and others and the person who were thrown off the street also caught up with him. The brothel said: What are you running, where can you run?The vendor said: Lose money.
The woman in the light-shirt turned red and she exhaled and said: Is it better to change the "old friend's heart" in the last two sentences to "old friend's heart"?This will bring allusions.
When the other people heard that the woman was just talking to the scholar, they felt bored and stopped talking. The brothel found that she was not going to run away, and she was not so nervous.
Zhang Ning looked at her in shock, thinking that it was a mess, just telling me if I change the order of the two words is an allusion?
Are you full?
He was puzzled but still calm. After thinking for a moment, he said: What the girl said is, which leads to Xie Feng’s allusion, which is indeed better.
The woman in the light shirt raised her green sleeve and gently covered her chin and smiled: The number of words in the four sentences seems to be in line with the tune of "Yuchunlou". There are eight sentences and fifty-six words in "Yuchunlou", and there is still the second half of them. Can the young master give me? I am grateful.
Zhang Ning recalled it for a while and realized it. Fortunately, this song can be seen everywhere on the Internet, and he remembered it almost the same.
Otherwise, even if there is a lot of ink in your stomach, it will be difficult to get the next chapter all at once and the style must be consistent. Besides, Zhang Ning was powerful in the past, and his poetry and prose were not considered accomplished.
Seeing this beauty speaking kindly and interested in poetry and prose, it doesn't matter if she recited it to her.
Just as she was about to speak, the woman in a light shirt hurriedly stretched out her fingertips and pressed her on Zhang Ning's lips: Slowly, it's really a bad word to read it here.
Oh... Onlookers immediately started to stir up. It is rare for men and women to do this ambiguous action on the street, and it can also be called an indecent one.
Come with me.The voice of the light veil woman is very nice and she looks good when she smiles.No wonder some people are willing to spend a lot of money to see them and sing and laugh.
The brothel pulled the veiled woman and said, "Mr. Xu is still waiting for you."
The woman in the light shirt called out crisply, and then whispered in the ear of the brothel: This is the word, the money you can make is more than ten times more than Mr. Xu's little silver. Don't you believe my knowledge?
The bustard gradually smiled.
Zhang Ning vaguely heard their mutters, thinking that poetry and prose were not that magical. Those who knew that this were just children from officials, scholars and scholars, and such people might not like to go to brothels.
Besides, he has no fame, and the value of poetry and essays he copied is greatly reduced.
The woman in a light shirt said in a soft voice like coaxing the child: Come on.
Zhang Ning didn't move and said: I have no money.
Perhaps this sentence sounded too inappropriate to the woman. She was stunned and laughed out loud: I'll ask you to go in and sit down and give it to me, saying that the smell of money is so boring.
Near Dazhong Bridge where Zhang Ning's family is located, it is mostly commercial districts near Wuding Bridge where Fuleyuan is located. The road is full of mercy and hustle and bustle, but the popularity is very strong, and it is a peaceful and prosperous scene.
Their family has neither a car nor a horse, but Zhang Ning doesn't have to walk to Wuding Bridge to do business. The more popular way of transportation here is: take a boat.
There is a short-distance black-sailed boat that specializes in carrying passengers sailing on the waterway in the city, which is as convenient as modern buses and is very cheap; there are also long-distance night boats, where literati often write about the anecdotes of night boats, without losing their romantic feelings.
Zhang Ning asked the detailed address and walked a short distance to board the Dazhongqiao Wharf and sailed west along the Qinhuai River.
On the boat, I experienced the awesome social status of the Ming scholar. The people on the boat did not recognize him, naturally I didn't know that he had no fame anymore. I just looked at his appearance and clothes, my fingers were clean and neatly trimmed, and I saw that he was a scholar with his ten fingers not sticking to mud. The passengers next to him unconsciously gave up a relatively wide space. A man in short clothes on the opposite side shrank his legs for fear of provoking him.
Don’t think that most scholars in the Ming Dynasty were powerless people, and their bones were harder than the other, and they also had various fellow villagers and classmates, which were not easy to mess with in this era.
Ordinary people's legs tremble when they enter the court, but students can go in and out at will to find that the county officials are unfair to make a case.
If someone is provoked by a fame, he will directly lead to the yamen and say that no matter how arrogant a person is in the city and the village, he will be a scumbag in front of literati. Who can beat the government?
Get off the boat at Wuding Bridge in Jiangning County, and you can see the vast and vast Fuleyuan, located in the southeast of Wuding Bridge.
Zhang Ning didn't plan to enter through the main entrance. There was a street and alley on the side, which was just right where he could go in from there in a low-key manner to find the customers he wanted to see.
There are many rich people who come to Fuleyuan or pass by. Of course, rich people are generous. This is also a Feng Shui treasure land for doing business.
Even the streets and alleys on the side of Fuleyuan are full of commerce and shops, and there are street stalls next to each other on the street. The government seems to have no care. Only shop owners along the street sometimes come to set up street stalls, saying that they are the door of others, and there are no arguments and noisy in the process. In addition, bargaining and chatting among the crowd, it is noisy.
Zhang Ning clamped a bamboo tube containing drawings with his arm and approached the entrance of the small gate of Xunfuleyuan on this street.
At this moment, he suddenly heard someone calling him. He turned around and saw a carriage parked beside him. The window opened the face of a young woman and appeared in front of him.
Zhang Ning's memory immediately recalled the information of this acquaintance. It turned out that this girl was Wang, who had an engagement before...
But now it doesn't matter.
Brother Ning... Wang looked at him with a complicated expression, opened his eyes wide and looked at him for a moment, bit his lips lightly and said: What happened a few days ago... My father thought Brother Ning could not wake up, and the two doctors said so.
At this time, Zhang Ning had no feelings for Wang. To him, he was just a symbolic existence. There was no emotion, let alone blame and resentment. He smiled loudly and said: It would be a disaster to save a life by chance.
He also found that there was an acquaintance behind the carriage, Ma Wenchang, a student from Jiangning County School, who had made friends before.
Isn’t Jiangning County’s school located on the other side of the river?
However, Wang and Ma Wenchang seem to have nothing to do with each other, so it is a bit strange how they got together.
Zhang Ning bowed his fists and bowed: Why is the platform here, brother?
Although Ma Maocai was riding a tall horse and wearing a silk brocade dress, his appearance was really a little different from Zhang Ning. He seemed surprised to see Zhang Ning, so he hurriedly turned off the horse and returned the gift, and smiled and said: Isn’t my family business dealing with the Wang family? My father asked me to go over and talk about something, but I don’t want to meet Miss Wang on the road.
Oh, so that's it.Zhang Ning nodded as if he had some understanding.
Ma Maocai sighed alas, and when several buddies in Jiangning County heard about Brother Ping'an's affairs, they were all sad.But we all remember Brother Ping'an, you will definitely invite you next time the poetry and wine party... But the world will come, don't you mind?I heard that Brother Ping'an had a little awkward relationship with Sihai?
When is the awkward thing? How come I can't remember it?Zhang Ning frowned and thought bitterly.
It’s good if there is no, it’s good if there is no. Maybe I remember it wrongly, haha!Ma Wenchang laughed dryly.
What did you do in Jiangning County?Wang's eyes never left Zhang Ning, without blinking. Since he was here, he would go to our house to have a drink of tea.
Zhang Ning shook his head and said: I have a good intention. I still have something to do, so I will say goodbye.
Brother Ning!Wang shouted at him loudly. When Zhang Ning stood still and turned around and waited for her to speak, she me...I... stammered for a while, and then said, "Do you... hate me?"
When Zhang Ning turned around, he saw the quaint buildings and the bustling crowds, and Ma Maocai, who was inexplicably despised by the horses. Suddenly, he remembered a few poems and looked at Wang and said casually: Life is just like the first meeting...
Wang looked at him with admiration, probably thinking that Brother Ning, who spoke casually, was very awesome.
……
The vendors and passers-by around are still walking their own paths and busy with their own affairs.
On a building in Fuleyuan diagonally opposite, a woman in light silk heard from the wind that life would be like the first meeting, and she would immediately be attracted.
She was laughing at her, regardless of the men and women around her, and hurriedly looked down to find the source of the sound.
In the crowd, I could soon notice a scholar in the green robe next to a carriage and horse. I saw only one back but it also made people feel good.
The scholar paused and chanted sadly: ...What's the matter with the autumn wind blew the fan?
The woman in the light shirt couldn't help but take a look at the exquisite folding fan that had been put by the window for many days. In an instant, the hustle and bustle on the ancient street filled with secular and business seemed to suddenly stagnate.
Only the autumn wind and endless graceful condolence remain.
It seems that this is a place where a sad and beautiful emotion occurs, filled with life and death lingering. The bluestone slab, bridge and water all become meaningful, and everything becomes poetic and picturesque, even if the poetic and picturesque style is just sad.
Something deep in the woman's heart of the light-shirt seemed to be ignited by these short fourteen words in an instant, and her eyes were like the mist of early winter.
Zhang Ning sighed and continued to recite to Wang: The hearts of old friends are changed easily, but the hearts of old friends are changed easily.
Two lines of clear tears slid across the woman's cheeks in a light shirt. It was not his own story, but his own tears were shedding.
Why did Sister Fang cry?The sister next to her looked at her in surprise.The big belly hunter took out a handful of silver from the bag: Be happy to accompany me, I have money.The sister said: Mr. Xu is the best, and he is a rare good person. Sister Fang smiled.
Say goodbye.The scholar in the green robe held his fists and bowed, turned around and left.
who is he?
I didn't see anything I looked like, would I just disappear into the crowd like this?
The woman in the light shirt pretended to act every day. At this moment, she suddenly lost control of her emotions and couldn't pretend anymore. She turned around and ran, and a rude shout came from behind her, come back for me!
As soon as he went down the stairs, the brothel rushed over and said with a glaring look: Where are you going, what's the point of leaving the guests?
Stop her!
But all this becomes like a dream and it doesn't matter.
She ran to the streets and alleys with an inconvenient long skirt. Some people were accidentally staggered, some were kicked over by the street stall, some were scolded and some were shouted to come back to pay.The people from Fuleyuan also chased them out.
When he ran to the street, the woman in the light shirt finally saw the scholar in front of her, and her back would never be wrong.
Please stay, young master.A gentle voice came out in a slight breath.
Zhang Ning turned around and looked at it, and was surprised. He saw a beautiful woman in beautiful clothes standing in front of him, and there were some people running towards her behind her.
Zhang Ning looked around and said, "Who came for this woman or me?"
He calmly asked: What's the matter?
The brothel and others and the person who were thrown off the street also caught up with him. The brothel said: What are you running, where can you run?The vendor said: Lose money.
The woman in the light-shirt turned red and she exhaled and said: Is it better to change the "old friend's heart" in the last two sentences to "old friend's heart"?This will bring allusions.
When the other people heard that the woman was just talking to the scholar, they felt bored and stopped talking. The brothel found that she was not going to run away, and she was not so nervous.
Zhang Ning looked at her in shock, thinking that it was a mess, just telling me if I change the order of the two words is an allusion?
Are you full?
He was puzzled but still calm. After thinking for a moment, he said: What the girl said is, which leads to Xie Feng’s allusion, which is indeed better.
The woman in the light shirt raised her green sleeve and gently covered her chin and smiled: The number of words in the four sentences seems to be in line with the tune of "Yuchunlou". There are eight sentences and fifty-six words in "Yuchunlou", and there is still the second half of them. Can the young master give me? I am grateful.
Zhang Ning recalled it for a while and realized it. Fortunately, this song can be seen everywhere on the Internet, and he remembered it almost the same.
Otherwise, even if there is a lot of ink in your stomach, it will be difficult to get the next chapter all at once and the style must be consistent. Besides, Zhang Ning was powerful in the past, and his poetry and prose were not considered accomplished.
Seeing this beauty speaking kindly and interested in poetry and prose, it doesn't matter if she recited it to her.
Just as she was about to speak, the woman in a light shirt hurriedly stretched out her fingertips and pressed her on Zhang Ning's lips: Slowly, it's really a bad word to read it here.
Oh... Onlookers immediately started to stir up. It is rare for men and women to do this ambiguous action on the street, and it can also be called an indecent one.
Come with me.The voice of the light veil woman is very nice and she looks good when she smiles.No wonder some people are willing to spend a lot of money to see them and sing and laugh.
The brothel pulled the veiled woman and said, "Mr. Xu is still waiting for you."
The woman in the light shirt called out crisply, and then whispered in the ear of the brothel: This is the word, the money you can make is more than ten times more than Mr. Xu's little silver. Don't you believe my knowledge?
The bustard gradually smiled.
Zhang Ning vaguely heard their mutters, thinking that poetry and prose were not that magical. Those who knew that this were just children from officials, scholars and scholars, and such people might not like to go to brothels.
Besides, he has no fame, and the value of poetry and essays he copied is greatly reduced.
The woman in a light shirt said in a soft voice like coaxing the child: Come on.
Zhang Ning didn't move and said: I have no money.
Perhaps this sentence sounded too inappropriate to the woman. She was stunned and laughed out loud: I'll ask you to go in and sit down and give it to me, saying that the smell of money is so boring.
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