Zheng Haizhu almost fell asleep in the bath water.
Very comfortable!
A Japanese-style hot spring pool made of smooth and colorful cobblestones, a half-hung bamboo curtain, lush green trees in the courtyard, and the gentle mountain breeze blowing into the room.
For a moment, Zheng Haizhu suddenly had the illusion that he was still the modern little Zheng, taking a bath in a hot spring during his journey.
Yuelan came in with clean clothes and chatted with Zheng Haizhu with a fresh look on her face: "Miss, if it weren't for your blessing, I wouldn't have known that there was such a beautiful courtyard in the Yan family's house. This bathroom
The construction is really strange, there is no bathtub, it is just a stone trough. The hall and bedroom are also strange, how come they are all covered with straw mats, household items, bedding and screens are placed on them?"
Zheng Haizhu, who came from later generations, naturally understood that it was a Japanese-style tatami. It is estimated that Yan Siqi had been living in Hirado Port, Japan for many years and was accustomed to the living style there.
But she looked confused and shook her head at Yuelan: "I don't know either."
Yuelan pulled an exquisite smooth bamboo frame from the corner, shook out the robe in her hand, and hung it on it.
Zheng Haizhu's eyes lit up.
Bamboo green round-neck double-breasted long-sleeved jacket, lotus-colored horse-faced skirt, moon-white cross-collar blouse and trousers of the same color.
The blouse and horse-faced skirt used as outerwear are not only made of silk, but also have delicate jacquard dark patterns. The horse-faced skirt even has a "bottom quilt" sewn on the skirt, and the embroidery on the bottom quilt
It is very exquisite and is the famous "gold-woven horse face" skirt among high-end women's clothing in this world.
Zheng Haizhu thought to herself, my God, the quality and style of this outfit are comparable to those of the ladies and ladies of Songjiang Prefecture, and they are no less beautiful.
"Yuelan, are these clothes new?"
"It's brand new. I boiled the water just now, and Master Yan ordered someone to send it over. Oh, what a valuable material!"
Yue Lan stroked the gold-woven horse's face and admired it.
She didn't know the reason why Zheng Haizhu came to the island. She just thought that the Yan family sent someone to pick her up, and the Yan family would prepare such high-quality clothes for the woman they loved.
Zheng Haizhu didn't ask any more questions, put on this beautiful and elegant dress, went to the courtyard to get some fresh air, and made homemade arrangements with Yue Lan.
"Yuelan, how many Daishan islands are there in the East China Sea?"
"Hmm? Just this one."
"Oh, Qin Shihuang asked Xu Fu to cross the sea to find the elixir of immortality. Is the Penglai Fairy Mountain that Xu Fu's fleet visited is Daishan?"
"Miss Zheng is right, the legend is that it is our Daishan. There is also Xu Futing on the island."
"Yuelan, are you a native of Daishan?"
"My ancestors lived in Daishan. During the Song and Yuan Dynasties, we dried and sold salt, and paid salt taxes. Under the current Emperor Taizu, the court banned the sea. Not only was it not allowed to do business, but even fishing was prohibited. The court moved all of us Daishan people to the shore.
, Daishan became a desert island. My father and I got married in Zhenhai County, Ningbo Prefecture. Three years ago, he suddenly took my baby and me on a boat all the way to Daishan. There were many others on the same boat.
Zhenhai farmers..."
When she said this, she suddenly stopped, looked behind Zheng Haizhu, bowed respectfully and said, "Master Yan is here."
Yan Siqi walked into the courtyard, smelling of alcohol, but his eyes were calm and his steps were steady, not like he was drunk.
Yuelan asked very knowingly: "Master Yan, would you like to have tea?"
Yan Siqi said warmly: "You go find the butler and make a pot of hot tea. I will sober up just in time."
Yue Lan ran out of the hospital like a clever cat.
After Yan Siqi was embarrassed for a moment, he finally stared at Zheng Haizhu under the grape trellis.
Putting on the new shirt, she is the grown-up Miss Azhu in her imagination.
Before she fled her hometown, Miss Azhu was only thirteen or fourteen years old. She liked to wear cross-collar skirts, a white top with yellow gussets, and a light green lower skirt.
Just like the daffodils that every household in Zhangzhou grows.
The coastal counties of Zhangzhou are places with an eye on the ocean, and the folk customs are also more open-minded. Miss Azhu, who is in her late teens, like many girls in the town, can go out alone to go shopping.
Narcissus flowers can be favored by the wind, but they are inevitably stared at by unscrupulous eyes. Once, the gentlemen of the county gentry were pestering Miss Azhu, and Yan Siqi, who was still a young tailor, rushed out of the shop and drove them away with iron scissors.
Yan Siqi clearly remembered that that day, Miss Azhu, who was wearing a white shirt and a green skirt, thanked him repeatedly, then stared at the clothes in the shop with great interest, asking about the quality and craftsmanship one by one, her eyes as clear as a spring.
In the next six months, Miss Azhu, accompanied by her sister-in-law, often visited his shop, sometimes to change clothes, sometimes to make new clothes, but every time she would ask him many questions about silk yarn and brocade, and she would even smile.
He admired his craftsmanship.
Those were the happiest times for Yan Siqi, a young tailor who made a living by himself. Unfortunately, he committed a crime soon after and fled overseas at night.
Fast forward six years, and the beauties from the past are back again.
The younger daughter's skirt was replaced by a Shuyuan-style long-sleeved jacket and a multi-pleated horse-faced skirt.
The delicate daffodils back then are now elegant green bamboos.
After Zheng Haizhu saluted, he faced Yan Siqi calmly.
Although the complete gossip was not found out from Mao Wenlong, after arriving on the island, the men revealed and teased each other in just a few words, which allowed Zheng Haizhu to make a rough guess.
When faced with this ancient man who was handsome but completely unfamiliar, her attitude turned out to be clear and generous.
In the body of Miss Azhu of Zhangzhou lives a modern person named Xiao Zheng. Xiao Zheng is ready to listen to the story of a young man on the sea as if he were watching an excerpt in the theater.
Yan Siqi pointed to the stone table and bench in the courtyard and said in a calm tone: "Miss Azhu, please sit down. Yan is not very capable. He still has some alcohol content. He is not drunk at the moment. I want to have a few honest words with the lady."
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Zheng Haizhu nodded and sat down on the stone bench.
Because she was closer, she could see clearly, or because of the constant sea breeze, Yan Siqi's skin was rough and his wrinkles were like knife carvings, making him look older than his actual age of less than thirty, but he had a broad forehead and a square face with Chinese characters.
, The bridge of the nose is straight, the eyes are straight and upright, and he has a dignified masculine charm.
At this time, Yan Siqi no longer looked at the girl in front of him, but lowered his eyes and stared at the wonderful cobblestone pattern in the center of the stone table.
After hesitating for a moment, Yan Siqi finally spoke.
"General Mao sent the lady to the island today, but I didn't know about it in advance.
In the early spring of last year, I took a lucky boat and went north from Hirado Port to do some business on the sea between Korea and our Ming Dynasty Kinjuwei and Tonglei Prefectures. Near Shemi Island, we met
A half-sunken boat, the people seeking help were Mao Shoubei and several of his personal followers.
I learned that Mao Shoubei was a frontier general who guarded Liaodong for the Ming Dynasty and blocked the invasion of the Ministry of Construction. I admired him very much. I drank with him all night and couldn't help but talk about my past. As we talked, when people are drunk, they lose their sense of proportion and talk.
He realized that if he had not fled because of his guilt, he could have passed the martial arts examination and made meritorious service in the army, and then he could have married Miss Azhu of the Zheng family.
Unexpectedly, General Mao actually remembered this. At the banquet at noon today, he said that it was a God-given coincidence that he could meet your aunt and nephew in Jiangnan, so he would not care about anything else and sent you to my place."