The ancients said: "The sachet is secretly solved, and the belt is lightly divided."
In the Ming Dynasty, sachets were mostly associated with personal belongings. The sachets were often exquisitely made and loved by young men and women. They were often used as personal belongings or as gifts or tokens. "A Dream of Red Mansions" Chapter 74
, the silly elder sister picked up a "Ten Brocade Spring Sachet", and then it was searched in the Grand View Garden. During the search, she also found the baggage from the box of Siqi, the granddaughter of Wang Shanbao's family.
There is a note on the post: "I am sending you a sachet to express my feelings." What this says is probably the activities between men and women that cannot be discussed with outsiders.
This kind of sachet will be used as evidence of private conferment. If trouble breaks out, it will be difficult to clean up by jumping into the Yellow River.
So, looking at the sachet that was stuffed into the crack of the door, Zhu Pingan smiled bitterly and bent down to pick it up, then opened the door and put the sachet back on the window sill next door.
After returning to the room again, Zhu Pingan closed the door and sealed the door tightly with the futon in the room.
True > Wrong > It was like hide and seek. Not long after Zhu Pingan returned to the room, the door of the room started to get rusty again. However, because the crack in the door was tightly sealed, the other party was unable to stuff the sachet in again this time.
It was finally quiet.
Zhu Ping'an used the light to sit down at his desk and record what he had seen over the past few days, then took out a book and read it silently.
The walls of the temple are thin and not soundproof.
After a while, there was another sound from the next room. The wall was tapped a few times. After a while, there was an exaggerated sound of playing in the water and taking a bath.
Zhu Ping'an was unmoved and continued to read his book until he felt so sleepy that he could not control himself. Then he turned off the oil lamp and fell asleep.
In the early morning of the next day, Zhu Pingan got up early. After packing everything, he went down the mountain and continued on his way.
When the daughter of the Wang family next door got up, freshened up and dressed up, she knocked on Zhu Pingan's door and invited Zhu Pingan to have breakfast with her family, but she found that Zhu Pingan had already gone and the room was empty.
"This nerd!"
Looking at the empty room, the face of the girl from the Wang family turned dark with anger. The scholars she met in the past were always poking their heads to peek at her. This nerd was better. He looked like a standard nerd who would not look at anything inappropriate wherever he went. This was not the case.
To understand the charm, is it still not a man?! Or is it that the little fool doesn’t know anything about men and women?
It's all dad's fault. I have to do it myself!
The girl from the Wang family stomped her feet in shame and annoyance, twisted her waist and returned to her room. However, her father would definitely blame herself for not being as good as her sister!
After descending from Longquan Mountain, Zhu Ping'an rode a horse all the way north, sleeping in the open air. After traveling for days, his whole body became much darker and thinner, but he also became much stronger. If he didn't wear a student uniform, he would probably be very tired.
Few people associate Zhu Ping'an with a scholar. Judging from his appearance alone, he is a standard simple farmer who stands out from others.
The clothes I wore had been starched and washed several times, and they had become plain and inconspicuous.
I believe that at this time, there will never be a place like Longquan Ancient Temple that will be favored by girls.
The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu;
Thousands of households are always replacing old talismans with new peaches.
Today is New Year's Eve. The shining stars and moon are dotted in the dark night, looking extra bright and moving.
Zhu Pingan was sitting at a desk by the window of an inn in the ancient city of Chengwu County, looking at the bright night sky outside the window. Listening to the endless firecrackers and the cheering sounds of children outside, he couldn't help but miss his family far away in Xiahe Village.
Although this year’s Chinese New Year is missing me, my parents will be happy to have a sister-in-law.
It’s another night to write and study ink.
The next day, the first day of the Lunar New Year, Zhu Ping'an continued on his way. He saw the northern scenery along the way. However, after walking for two days, he met many ragged refugees on the road. They were carrying their wives and children, and their faces looked hungry.
, in twos and threes at first, and then in groups of three and five.
"The county is closed, so we can only try our luck in other counties."
"Damn dog officer, the grain in the granary is infested with moths, and he won't let us eat it."
"Kill with a Thousand Knives"
Zhu Pingan could hear the voices of refugees cursing the county magistrates from time to time while walking on the road. He asked an old man and learned the outline of the matter: in the past, the water flow of the Yellow River had greatly reduced in winter. For some reason, the water volume did not decrease much this year, and the Yellow River ice floes
It blocked the upper reaches of the river and formed a barrier lake. The dams could not bear it and flooded. The Juye and Jiaxiang areas were the most severely affected. There had never been a flood in winter in the past. The residents and officials did not take precautions and were caught off guard.
The disaster was even worse.
The people affected by the disaster in Juye went north to the county town to seek food and shelter, but the county officials closed the city gates and set up roadblocks to prevent the victims from entering Juye. In desperation, the victims had no choice but to go south to find a way to survive, and the bark of trees along the way was peeled off to satisfy their hunger.
, the victims were so vast that it was impossible to see them all.
Fortunately, it had just been a few days since the Yellow River overflowed, and Zhu Ping'an encountered only the first group of victims. The prestigious elders and village leaders among this group of victims could still control the victims, and the victims were relatively small.
orderly.
Despite this, many people still looked at Zhu Pingan, who was riding a horse and carrying a package, with a green light like a wolf.
After Zhu Ping'an gave more than half of the dried meat and dry food he carried to the leading elders and village leaders among the villagers, he decisively turned his horse's head, whipped his horse and walked south in front of the victims, and then turned around
Then head east for a few days, bypassing the disaster-stricken area far away, and then continue north.
A gentleman does not build a dangerous wall, and he cannot tolerate the kindness of a woman at this time.
But in the next few days, scenes of hungry people chewing tree bark and pulling out grass roots replayed before their eyes. The hungry people in the front still had bark and grass roots to eat, but what about the hungry people behind?
When it prospers, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer.
Only by seeing this scene with your own eyes can you understand the poet's emotion at that time.
Along the way, we kept going north. After a few days, the melancholy gradually dissipated. For more than a month, we passed through Qufu, Tai'an, Jinan, Cangzhou, and finally arrived at Tianjin Wei.
If the capital is at the feet of the emperor, Tianjinwei is just one step away. King Zhu Di of Yan crossed the Grand Canal here to fight for the throne south. After Zhu Di became emperor, he launched the "Jingnan Campaign" to commemorate this.
, on November 21, the second year of Yongle, the place was renamed Tianjin, which means the ferry crossing where the emperor passed.
Tianjin Wei is a military establishment, but at this time there was a mixture of military and civilians here, but because it was close to the capital, it was still prosperous.
After Zhu Pingan entered Tianjin, he went to the inn, but came back disappointed.
This is the foot of the emperor, and the post station is busy. Officials coming from the capital and officials from other places going to the capital to report on their duties have already filled the inn. The inn really looks down upon Zhu Ping'an, a small official.
"It's ridiculous that a small official wants to live in a post station." An official who went to the capital to report on his work ridiculed Zhu Ping'an.
The officials at the inn also looked sideways.
Isn't it necessary?
Zhu Ping'an led the horse back to the inn, smiled and shook his head, then got on the horse and went to find an inn to stay. (To be continued...)