The world is always changing, and Dahan is no exception.
The Han Dynasty is changing, so these people among the Han Dynasty are also feeling the change.
"Sister Zhen," Xin Xianying jumped up to Zhen Mi, and then hugged Zhen Mi's arm, "Why hasn't Sister Zhen come to play with us recently? I miss you!"
Zhen Mi said with a smile: "Isn't this why I came to find you? Ah, you have grown a lot!"
What a half-year-old child likes to hear most is people praising her for growing up. Xin Xianying coughed lightly, then straightened her waist and neck, "Really? I feel like I'm shorter than you."
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"Well, I mean it's gotten bigger here..." Zhen Mi stretched out her hand and poked it gently.
"Ah!" Xin Xianying suddenly let go of her hand and hugged her chest, "You, you, you, me, me, me..."
"Okay, let's get down to business." Wang Shu said with a smile beside him, "Mrs. Zhen asked us to come here, maybe it's because of something?"
Zhen Mi nodded slightly to Wang Shu. She saw that Wang Shu's skin color was obviously much darker than before, and it could even be said that it was different from her previous appearance. The sun and wind and rain eroded Wang Shu's skin, making her look even darker.
Her health, especially her two hands, looked particularly rough due to contact with soil and crops. This also made her less like a pampered woman and more like a hard-working peasant woman.
When Zhen Mi first arrived in Chang'an, she was like a bird with all its bright feathers on display. While attracting everyone's attention, she also "protected" herself.
High-level people who can stay in high positions basically have some political acumen, while low-level people can at most secretly ponder in their hearts. If they really want to take action, they may not have the strength to do so. Secondly, Zhen Mi
I also have some thorns on my body.
In the era of the feudal dynasty, there was a strict hierarchy. Except for those guys who were so lustful that they didn't even care about their own lives, the rest of the people had to look at the face of their superiors even if they saw Zhen Mi's beauty and wanted to take over it.
, only when Fei Qian makes it clear that he doesn't need it, or throws Zhen Mi out as a reward to someone, will she become a piece of meat and be swallowed in one gulp.
But now Zhen Mi has taken off all the gorgeous decorations on her body, because she no longer needs to use those gorgeous decorations to protect herself...
Just like Wang Shu.
The so-called "good looks" are actually a "poison" that has been passed down for thousands of years and is wrapped in a layer of honey. When a woman only has her looks, it means that her shelf life is only a few years.
Zhen Mi and Wang Shu gave up blindly pursuing their own appearance, and now they gained more.
If you don’t give up, where can you get? Only thinking about getting, or wanting to get first and then give up, often end up with nothing. Just like if you don’t work hard, how can you have a harvest?
Zhen Mi looked deeply at Wang Shu, as if she could see her own shadow in him, then smiled and nodded, inviting everyone to sit down together, "I invite you two here today, not for an outing, but also for
It’s not for the literary society, but for...the Wang family’s sister, it’s up to you..."
Wang Ying was sitting in the back. Although some time had passed, he was still a little shy about talking about this matter. He just took a breath, and then told the story in a slightly discontinuous manner.
"Bring-in-law?" Xin Xianying thought for a moment, and then said to Wang Ying, "Although this matter... feels a bit rushed, but it sounds like... it's not bad. It can't be that my sister gets married with a title.
Your family will definitely not agree..."
Wang Ying's face was red, from the roots of her ears to her neck.
Zhen Mi on the side did not speak. On the one hand, she had heard Wang Ying talk about this before, and on the other hand, she was also serving tea to others and had no time to talk.
After Wang Shu heard this, he kept frowning and didn't speak for a long time.
Xin Xianying turned her head and looked at Wang Shu, then at Zhen Mi, and then blinked, "Well... you... do you think there is anything wrong with this matter? Isn't it true that my sister is older when I marry someone else?
Whoever gets married must listen to my sister. Isn’t this... um, what’s the problem?』
""The customs of Qin are declining day by day, so if a Qin family has a rich son and has a strong son, he or she will have children, and if a poor family has a strong son, he or she will have an wife." Wang Shu said slowly, "The beginning of this sentence has already explained some problems...I
I feel that this matter may not be that simple...』
Marriage originates from property mortgage.
When the sons of rich families grow up, they allocate a sum of money to start their own businesses. When the sons of poor families grow up, they sell them to raise money to raise children.
Since it is a collateral, it naturally does not need to have any status. This kind of son-in-law usually becomes a free laborer in the father-in-law's family, and even has a lower status than a concubine purchased by a man, just like a piece of goods.
"Not only that, during the reign of Emperor Xiaowen, there was an explicit order, "Integrity is valued, corruption is despised, and those who are married to Jia people and those who take bribes from officials are prohibited from becoming officials." Zhen Mi picked up the tea bowl and said slowly, "Although
On the surface, he is imprisoned, but in fact...』
From the Qin to the Han, and then from the Han to the Tang, the status of the son-in-law gradually improved. The reason for the improvement was not the ability of the son-in-law himself, but because of the development of the economy, and a large amount of wealth concentrated in the upper class.
Those with money and power want to stabilize their class more and more, and are not willing to give away money easily. Therefore, for those wealthy families, when political marriage fails, they choose to let their daughters find a son-in-law, that is,
It has become a more "economical" thing.
In the Song Dynasty, because everything was about money, the number of people who chose to marry into the family increased greatly.
If there are many such things, they will naturally be accepted.
Just like many unreasonable things in later generations, it is not that those things are correct, but because we have seen it so much that there is nothing surprising. Otherwise, do you think it is just a few cousins, the house master and the housewife? Exposed.
What comes out is either the brain-dead second and third generations of your family posting randomly on WeChat Moments, or it is the news released because of a political opponent deliberately causing trouble...
Wang Shu clapped his hands and said, "By the way, that's it, this is a serial plan... Well, how should I put it, tsk, I can probably think of it, but if you ask me to say, I can't explain it, let's let Lady Zhen say it."
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Zhen Mi smiled, glanced at Wang Shu, and said without any hesitation, "This plan is generally sound on the surface. After all, marriage and age are all things that need to be considered... Marriage,
It's not bad in itself, but Lady Wang is different... What's the difference? Lady Wang's house..."
Xin Xianying immediately slapped her forehead and saluted Wang Ying with an apologetic look on her face, "Ah, yes, I thought wrong! It's my fault! I'm sorry!"
Wang Ying quickly returned the greeting, but she still couldn't turn around in her head.
"Yes, marrying into a wife requires the bride's family to be stronger... But here, Madam Wang, in addition to having a title to protect her, has no one to ask for, and no authority to ask for power. If she really chooses a person and finds a son-in-law, how can she be stronger?"
Where?" Zhen Mi said slowly, "If you want to be stronger then, will you have to rely on other members of the Wang family? This is a plan."
"Secondly," Zhen Mi looked at Wang Ying, who was gradually fading away from her shyness, "if you recruit a son-in-law, you will have to give birth to a child...and having a child is a matter of life and death...if you are not careful..."
"Hmm... Actually, this is a poisonous plan!" Wang Shu said with emotion, "Even if you escape the plot of ten months of pregnancy and successfully give birth to the child, if it is a boy, whether it can grow up is still a problem. If
Female... Hehe, I'm afraid you have to be careful about what you eat and drink every day... As long as you die, isn't this title a matter of course..."
Wang Ying's face turned pale when she heard this, and she clutched the corners of her clothes tightly with her hands.
Zhen Mi smiled, "Of course, it's possible that we think too badly of others... But, is it better to control the matter of life and death ourselves, or to rely on the goodwill of others to survive?"
Wang Ying was silent, with some panic and fear in his eyes...
……《(;′Д`)》……
life and death.
It's always a big deal.
In the desert, the most tragic, dark and cold period is finally coming to an end, and the season of fertile water and grass is coming. The black and gray land is gradually covered with dark and light green, and cattle and sheep are happily running and gnawing on it.
He licked this side, then took two more steps and gnawed to the other side.
All the green grass is so delicious that it is difficult for the cattle and sheep to choose.
Countless tents were erected, and the Jiankun people celebrated the arrival of their new year.
After a long journey, the Jiankun people who migrated south from the northern end of the desert finally stopped. The wind and snow did not stop their progress, but their doubts about the future and uncertainty about the Han Dynasty Hall did.
Success prevented them from taking the final step forward.
This was the pasture of Tuoba Xianbei back then. After being hit repeatedly by Fei Qian, he died and fled. From then on, there were not many Tuoba names in the desert. Will it have anything special for future generations?
The impact is not clear, but for the current Jiankun people, such lush pastures are undoubtedly as beautiful as heaven.
Not long ago, the women, children, and children of the Jiankun people, who had been left behind due to the slow migration, finally arrived in this new homeland. The number of people who successfully arrived far exceeded the Jiankun people who had decided to move south in advance.
The prediction at that time surprised all Jiankun people.
In the tents on the grassland, relatives meet again, each settles down in their own home, and gets familiar with the beautiful and strange new life. The fragrance of the mutton soup in the pot is mixed with the smell of burning dry manure. When mixed together, it has a unique smell.
.
Perhaps, in the minds of Jiankun people, this can be regarded as the taste of happiness.
After the young and old arrived, they spontaneously held a grand carnival. Everyone took out the remaining food and shared it with people they knew and didn't know. The carnival lasted from the first night to the second.
In the evening of the next two days, drinks, singing and dancing relieved the uneasiness and hardship of this period. Then, with a little sadness, the Jiankun people remembered their relatives and friends who died on the road, and then hugged and looked at their family members.
, and finally fell asleep with a happy smile.
The tent in the northwest of the grassland was equally simple in appearance, but obviously much larger in size. It was brightly lit, with several braziers hanging in the air at half a person's height, illuminating the tent extremely brightly.
The tribal leaders and the most powerful warrior leaders of the Jiankun people had a day of revelry to celebrate the new year and new life, but then they fell into deep thought and silence because Po Shihe Yuantang mentioned a certain topic.
"I said, what are the Han people to be afraid of?"
A young Jiankun leader, who was as strong as a bear, looked at the elders around him who were obviously older than him with a puzzled face, and said in a deep voice, "We are all born warriors. Although moving south has made our warriors a little tired,
, but as long as we rest on this grassland for half a year, who else in the world can be our opponent?"
Poishikawa Yuanchang couldn't help but cover his head. He didn't want to talk to this guy whose brain was probably full of muscles. There are such people all the time, just like weeds in the desert in spring.
The Jiankun elder sitting on the side of the tent looked calmly at the unconvinced guy, and after a moment of silence he said: "No matter how powerful a warrior is, once he becomes proud, he will become weak."
After being criticized by the highly respected elder, the strong young Jiankun tribe leader showed a panic expression on his face, and he quickly lowered his head to apologize. However, from his eyes, it could be clearly seen that he still did not understand the fear of his elders.
"This grassland was originally the hometown of our Jiankun people. We used to graze our cattle and sheep here and watch our children grow up. But why were our ancestors forced to leave this fertile grassland and go to the extreme mountains?"
Enduring hardships in the Northern Cold Region?" The great elder looked around at the people in the tent and said expressionlessly, "Because the Xianbei people defeated us. Then, now, the Han people defeated the Xianbei people."
The great elder was silent for a long time before continuing: "I want you to remember the reason why your ancestors were forced to leave the grassland, not to ask you for revenge, but to remind you how powerful the country called Han is. I once
I thought he would weaken, like the withered yellow grass on the prairie, rotting and disappearing, but what I didn't expect was that they would be like this grass, with new growth..."
"Hundreds of years ago, we swept across the desert and no one dared to resist. Even the Han Dynasty only thought about defense at first and did not dare to attack. Until the emperor of the Han Dynasty launched a war against us, then we were defeated again and again. Later, the Han Dynasty
The emperor died, and we had some room to relax, but... not long after, the Xianbei people came, and we had to retreat into the cold northern desert to retain some fire..."
The great elder slowly told stories passed down from generation to generation by the Jiankun people, and there was a deathly silence in the tent.
"At that time, our ancestors' territory was a hundred times that of our descendants, and their population was a hundred times that of our descendants. The strong and brave warriors were as numerous as the stars. They were almost killed by the Han people. Now we have traveled a long distance, young and old.
All counted, there are only one hundred thousand people. How can they be compared with our ancestors, and why should we despise the Han people?"
The young tribal warrior leader lowered his head.
It's fun, but it's not all stupid.
"The issue we need to be concerned about now is how to choose between the Eastern and Western Han people." The great elder said slowly, "Our ancestors chose the Huns before, so we became what we are now. Now, we have another opportunity.
In front of us, choosing which way to go may determine the shape of our future descendants. After all, tell us what you think."
Inside the tent, there were gradually some sounds.
"We don't want to participate in the war between the Han people. We only want our pastures. We will stay here. Even if the Han people fight to the east and west, what does it have to do with us?"
"What you say makes no sense. Before, we relied on the Han people in the west to migrate south smoothly. Now you open your mouth and say that it has nothing to do with the Han people. When the time comes, the Han people in the west will use this to attack. Is it possible that you can resist it?"
Can you live in it?"
"Is the truth just to be spoken with words? Shouldn't it be with fists? It's not wrong for the Han people in the west to help us, but we also gave them cattle, sheep and furs, as well as the captured people and slaves. This is
It's like giving them back some, at least a big part of it first. That's right, right? And what we have to decide now is not this business, but our future. We can't give up our money for the sake of business.
How about riding in in the future?』
"But the problem is that the Han people in the east don't seem to be as strong as the Han people in the west."
"The Han people in the east are the royal court of the Han people! The Han people's Chanyu, the emperor is in the east! If the Han people in the west are really stronger, why not fight them, or simply become the new Han people's great Chanyu?"
"The Han people are different from us..."
"What's the difference? Don't they all have two eyes and one mouth? Can you still find a Han Chinese with three eyes?"
"That was not what I meant……"
"Okay." Boshikawa Yuanchang stretched out a hand and stopped the aimless discussion. "Useless arguments can't solve the problem and can only bring anger. First of all, we must survive. Bring anger."
With our tribe, our wives and parents, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, we must live together. Is there any problem with this?"
"no problem!"
"Yes, that's it! Live!"
"The real thing is to ensure that you survive first, everything else is secondary!"
Po Shihe Yuanchang nodded, then looked at each other with the great elder, and then continued: "We have the blood of Shiwei and the blood of the Han people. Back then, our ancestors were forced to the cold lands of the north by the Han people and Xianbei."
It was difficult to survive in the land, and now we have received help from the Han people in the west and returned here. This is the kindness of the Han people in the west to us. We are not ungrateful people, so we should continue to maintain transactions and contacts with the Han people in the west..."
"But the Han people in the west and the Han people in the east," Boshikawa Motochi lowered his eyes, "Any trade is fine, but we still have to live first. In the face of death, any agreement or covenant is meaningless."
Then he raised his head, looked at the most important leaders of the Jiankun tribe in the tent, and said in a deep voice, "So, we should refuse the employment of the Han people in the east. This will make us fall into a war between the Eastern and Western Han people. In the east, we should refuse the employment of the Han people in the east."
The Han people want war horses, I think they can be sold. However, if the Han people in the west know about it and come to negotiate, they must be careful and not act rashly."
Everyone in the tent responded in unison.
"For so many years, we have struggled in the Northern Desert and survived on our own... At that time, the Han people did not help us either..." Po Shihe Yuanchang said slowly, "This time, the Han people in the west helped us defeat
Come to Qiulin and help us go south, we must be grateful... but not blindly follow... We should not doubt others easily, but we should not trust others easily. The only one we can believe in is ourselves... If we want to live, remember
Come on, we can only survive if we unite and rely on ourselves. We can’t survive relying on heaven, earth or others.”
