Zhang Yanke jumped ashore as nimble as a monkey, turned around and said, "Brother, don't worry, I will never play tricks."
Then he greeted Zheng Haizhu with a smile: "Miss Zheng, I feel so happy that we have hit it off like old friends. I beg you to lead the way for my brother. He is not as clever as me. I will see you later."
After Zhang Yanke and his servants left, Zheng Haizhu said to Zhang Dai: "My brother is really funny and interesting."
Zhang Dai warmly echoed: "Yan Ke is indeed a treasure of my family. I have two younger brothers, both of whom are also geniuses with ethereal talents. My younger brother Zhang Min has been weak since he was a child, but he has not stopped reading a lot of books; his cousin Zhang
Yu, who was blind due to an eye disease, never gave up on his ambition and taught himself medical skills. Now he is a well-known apricot forest expert in Shanyin and Kuaiji counties."
The white head is as new and the top is as old as before, because the knowledge and the three views are similar.
Zheng Haizhu listened to Zhang Dai's detailed description of the family. He considered that this noble prince no longer regarded him as an ordinary servant, so he also treated some prominent officials and celebrities in Songjiang Mansion, such as Xu Guangqi, Gu Mingshi, Dong Qichang
Wait, each of them studies Western learning, promotes farming, collects calligraphy and paintings, and other information that can be put on the table, and talks to Zhang Dai.
As expected, Zhang Dai was very interested in the celebrity circle in Nanzhili, and asked a few questions from time to time.
Walking in this way, Zheng Haizhu stopped in front of a large house and said to Zhang Dai: "Sir, the nunnery at the end of the block in front of you is Jiulian nunnery. Since I want to open a kindergarten, I must look at this place recommended by the people in Diwuya.
Zhaizi. I’ll say goodbye to you now.”
"Open a kindergarten? Miss Zheng will open it with her own money?"
Zhang Dai considers himself not an ignorant person, but he has never seen such a maid, even if he comes from a wealthy family.
Zheng Haizhu did not hide his justifiable pride and said with a smile: "My wife sold her ancestral home in Zhangzhou and saved some money. She feels that Songjiang is a blessed place where my nephew and I can live, so I also want to help the people of Songjiang."
The young lady is not a domestic slave of the Han Mansion, but has signed an employment contract with the Han Mansion. The master, his wife, and the eldest lady are both good masters who have good relationships with each other, and are willing to help the young woman with this move. After hearing this, Huang Guanren of the government office also
He said that he wanted to put an inscription on the plaque for my little wife’s private school. Huang Daguan is the new Jinshi this year.”
"Huang Guanren? But he has a name that means he is respectful and his subordinates are humble?"
"Exactly, the young master is acquainted with Huang Daguan?"
Zhang Dai said: "I once met Brother Huang during the imperial examination in Hangzhou, and we had a very pleasant conversation. I passed by Wuxi Donglin Academy a few days ago and heard that Brother Huang had passed the imperial examination. I thought I might have the opportunity to congratulate..."
Zheng Haizhu immediately understood what the other party was saying, and followed the flow and said, "Should I help the young master deliver the name card? I am good at leading the way. If you don't have children once, you will become more familiar with him the second time."
When a young woman gives up her formality and starts joking, people who are not very smart often regard her words as frivolous.
But Zhang Dai is not a rigid defender of Taoism, and Zheng Haizhu's actions of running a school with his own money are admirable. Zhang Dai nodded happily: "Okay, I will write a greeting note after I return to the inn today."
Then he asked: "Ms. Zheng, what are you going to teach in this private school?"
"Anything that can help the children settle down and live their lives is taught. Writing, accounting, weaving, embroidery, bamboo weaving, carpentry... Moreover, both men and women are taught, especially female dolls."
"Oh..." Zhang Dai was thoughtful.
Just at this time, I suddenly heard the noise of people on the other side of the street, and the originally peaceful atmosphere of carriages and horses at Shenchu was suddenly disturbed.
A half-grown boy ran over and greeted excitedly: "Go and see, the nuns are killing people! The nuns from Jiulian Temple are killing people!"
This thunderous news quickly disturbed the peaceful atmosphere of the town.
The horrified expressions were quickly replaced by excitement. People turned around one after another, stood on tiptoe to visit for a while, and then ran towards the nunnery.
Zhang Dai was still confused, but Zheng Haizhu had stepped out of the shadow of the eaves, raised his eyes and glanced, and his eyes immediately locked on a young man.
The young man was emerging from the wooden door facing the street. He was wearing a jacket that matched the late autumn season, but his trousers were rolled up above his knees. He bent down and rolled down his trousers, quickly wiped the red marks on his insteps, and communicated with the surrounding neighbors.
Just like that, keep running forward.
Zheng Haizhu saw that this young man's family owned a dyeing workshop.
After cotton is dyed, the cloth will shrink, and a craftsman needs to manipulate the rolling stone to flatten the cloth to its original size. The half-grown boy is as strong as a calf, so this boy should be the one doing the rolling stone work at home, which is enough.
The red color on it is left by the dye.
As a young man who lives here and loves to join in the fun, he is naturally a qualified source of information.
Zheng Haizhu said briefly to Zhang Dai, "Master and servants, don't go over there, wait until I ask." Then he walked up to the young man and said to him in the local dialect: "Little brother, what happened?"
The young man glanced sideways at Zheng Haizhu, and was about to answer when a woman with thick eyebrows and a round face caught up behind her. She grabbed the young man's arm like a hawk grabbing a chicken and scolded: "The vixen kills people, and they are bloody and sticky."
What a beauty!"
While the young man was trying to get rid of the woman, he angrily said, "I want you to take care of me! I'm so annoying!"
Suddenly there was a "Huh" sound, and the anger turned into suspicion: "Mom, there is more than one nun in the nunnery, how do you know which one is the murderer?"
The woman's expression suddenly changed, and she looked at Zheng Haizhu. Panic and defensiveness flashed through her eyes for a moment, and then she returned to her usual self-righteous demeanor, sneering: "How old are the other two nuns? They haven't locked up yet.
Long, have the strength to kill someone? It must be that vixen!"
Zheng Haizhu did not restrain the curiosity in his eyes, and walked over to the woman and asked: "Sister-in-law, is the vixen you are talking about the nun from Jiulian Temple in front of me?"
The woman said "Yeah" coldly, but then gave Zheng Haizhu a sharp look.
In the eyes of women, a good-looking little girl like Zheng Haizhu among ordinary people is as disgusting as those nuns who are still charming and mature.
The ladies from wealthy families are like fairies in the clouds. Men in the dust usually don't see them. When they meet occasionally, they dare not look at them for fear of being yelled at and scolded by the servants.
And Jing Chai's sarong, or a helpless woman, will seduce the men at the bottom to have provocations, making their plain-looking wives extremely angry.
Zheng Haizhu accepted the woman's malice and watched calmly as the powerful mother dragged her son back to the dyeing workshop and slammed the door shut.
She savored the woman's few words.
There are many ways to kill people. How could the woman know that it was a bloody "killing method" if she hadn't seen it?
She remembered this family.
At this time, the crowd that was crowding the stone street in chaos suddenly dispersed like flies being driven away. Two soap-shirted servants, one holding a pig liver-colored wooden staff to clear the way, and the other dragging the prisoner with a chain.
