The poet Li Zhen during the Yongle period wrote in his poem about the beauty of the circle! "The round society has never been easy..., the writer relies on double bends to make tricks. Seeing the speed of moving, it is difficult to solve all kinds of things. The carved lanterns are surrounded by twelve phases,
The hibiscus is still blooming at the end of the day. The black silk hair is tangled and the temples are lopsided, and the dust grows golden lotuses in stockings."
Shang Danran's feet were not bound and his feet were not big. To facilitate Cuju, he wore a different dress that day. He wore a green tangerine with narrow sleeves, a white polished silk skirt underneath, and flat embroidered shoes on his feet. Zhang Yuan repeatedly
Encouraged, Shang Danran shyly played Cuju. 1 The maid Yunjin gently threw the ball to Shang Danran. Shang Danran lifted the skirt of his skirt with his left hand, took half a step back, twisted his waist, raised his right foot, caught the ball, and gently
With a slight bump, his left foot turned up, and with a hard twist, the ball flew up ten feet. Zhang Yuan cheered loudly and clapped endlessly.
Cuju played by one person is called Bai Da. Cuju played by women is usually played in vain. There is rarely a group confrontation. Because it is Cuju played in front of Zhang Yuan, Shang Danran was a little shy and reserved at first, but soon let go. Such as Yan Gui
Nesting, arranging flowers at an angle, placing lotuses in the wind, turning, creeping, riding and kicking, these Cuju skills are displayed one by one. What makes Zhang Yuan happy is obviously not Shang Danran's Cuju skills, but the bright eyes that rise and fall with the ball and look brightly.
The pink gauze peeking out from the gently lifted skirt is the stretch of one arm and the twist of the slim waist at the moment of meeting the ball. It is light, energetic and beautiful. This is the Shang Danran that Zhang Yuan likes, just like that time
When he first saw him on the island in the middle of the lake in Dongtaoyuan, the flat embroidered shoes that didn't wrap around his feet and the flying posture in the wind made his heart flutter. Shang Danran kicked high again, but this time the kick was crooked, and the ball flew diagonally and hit the bamboo pavilion.
When the cornice fell, Zhang Yuan caught it and tried to dribble the ball. The ball fell to the ground within two strokes. He smiled and said, "Tan Ran teaches me."
Shang Danran was a little out of breath. He supported his waist with one hand and his chest rose and fell under his willow-green clothes. It was as if he was hiding a big secret and now he was anxious to reveal it. He gasped and said slightly: "The more you practice, the more you will become proficient."
Zhang Yuan practiced for a while, and landed after just a few kicks. Wu Ling and Yun Jin couldn't pick up the ball, so they threw it to Zhang Yuan. Shang Danran took a breather, and suddenly saw Zhang Yuan kicking with his left foot, and the ball flew towards her.
, quickly caught the ball, picked it up, tiptoed twice, and kicked the ball back to Zhang Yuan, feeling strangely happy in his heart.
The two of them went back and forth and played for a while. Shang Danran's pretty face was flushed and she was sweating. Zhang Yuan knew that she was a little tired, so he caught the ball with his hand and said, "I'll just play here for today. Come back tomorrow. I'll keep exercising every day."
That's good." Then he said: "Breakfast will be served later. Dan Ran, let's go and sit by the Hidden Spring and wash our faces." He took the lead and walked towards the Juyuan. After walking a few steps, he looked back and saw that Shang Danran was still standing.
There, before he could speak again, he lightly lifted up his skirt and followed him.
The maid Yunjin also wanted to follow. Wu Ling waved his hand and whispered: "What are you going to do with me?"
Yun Jin was thirteen years old. He hesitated when he heard this and asked, "Don't you need to follow me?"
Wu Ling said: "The young master and the young mistress need some personal words."
"Young mistress?" 1 The servant Yun Jin was stunned for a moment, then said "Oh" and said, "We haven't gotten married yet."
Wu Ling said: "Sooner or later, by the way, Yun Jin, my sister is marrying my young master, do you want to come with me?"
The maid Yun Jin said: "Of course I will follow my sister. What's the fun?"
Wu Ling said hurriedly: "It's nothing, I just feel that it will be lively in the future and I feel happy. My sister and my young master really like each other."
The maid Yun Jin nodded and said: "Yes, it's really fun to watch, but it turns out that Mr. Zhang also likes Cuju. No wonder he doesn't like women's feet bound. If my sister has her feet bound, she won't be able to play with Mr. Zhang like this."
Wu Ling stared at this smart and neat maid, and felt his heart beating. The fifteen-year-old Wu Ling also knew that the red sun was rising, and the power of flames was about to appear, but sitting beside the hidden spring surrounded by green trees, it was still cool and cool.
Quietly, under the gushing spring, between the rocks of the flowing spring above the pool, Zhang Yuan squatted down to wash his face with water, raised his face and said to Shang Danran: "It's really refreshing, Danran, come here too."
Shang Danran looked at Zhang Yuan's face with drops of water. After a moment's hesitation, he took out his green sweat towel from his sleeve and handed it to Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan took it and wiped the drops of water, smelling a faint fragrance.
Dan Ran watched Zhang Yuan wipe her face with her sweat towel, and she blushed fiercely. She also saw Zhang Yuan squatting down and scrubbing the sweat towel before returning it to her. Shang Danran thought to herself: "This is really a careful and gentle man."
Shang Danran straightened the corner of her skirt, squatted cautiously by the flowing spring, and gently wiped her face with a sweat towel. When she saw Zhang Yuan staring at her with a smile, he said shyly and slightly: "How can you look at people like this!"
Zhang Yuandao: "There is a poem by Lu Ji that goes, "How moist is the fresh skin, and the beauty is as delicious as food." After seeing it, I thought so too."
Shang Danran said, half ashamed and half annoyed: "I'm so frivolous."
Zhang Yuan knelt down next to Shang Danran and said: "How can this be frivolous? It's admiration. If this is frivolous, then we become husband and wife, then I will be frivolous to the end. Is it considered frivolous to talk to a husband?"
Shang Danran quipped: "This, at this time, we are not husband and wife."
Zhang Yuan smiled, did not look at Shang Danran, threw a stone into the water, and said: "Shanyin, Kuaiji, who doesn't know that Shang's girl Danran is my wife, Zhang Yuan?"
Shang Danran lowered his head, and after a while... he let out a hum, his voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.
Zhang Yuan had a keen ear, so he took her Shang Danran's hand. The hand was as white as jade, like a newly-cut onion tube, and there were four fleshy pits on the back of the hand. He gently held it, and it was as soft as boneless. Shang Danran's body trembled slightly.
, wanted to withdraw his hand, but Zhang Yuan held it tightly, so he had to let him go, burying his face between his knees, and couldn't help but let out a scream from his throat.
The spring is silent, the sunlight is broken, the mountains are quiet, the earth is old and the world is wild.
After returning to the study room in the thatched cottage from sitting on the hidden spring, Shang Danran and Zhang Yuan became much closer. Shang Danran felt like a wife, and instantly exuded a virtuous light. He wrote a book for Zhang Yuan and had dinner with Zhang Yuan, and he became less shy.
, he is more gentle, his eyes are affectionate, and he can't help shaking hands, but if Zhang Yuan wants to make a more intimate move, Shang Danran will avoid it and say angrily: "Then I won't come tomorrow." He glances at the door.
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Zhang Yuanzuo bowed his head and said: "Our book." Shang Danran smiled and opened the book: "Yigai was already strong when he defeated Cai. On the day of the attack on Zheng, he felt that the sun was different and the moon was different. Watch it.
Competing with your uncle for Zheng is better than taking advantage of the opportunity to steal something." Zhang Yuan closed his eyes and listened, concentrating on remembering. In the summer of Baima Mountain, one was writing and the other was talking about love.
Zhang Yuan came here on the sixth day of June. On the afternoon of the ninth day of the lunar month, Shi Shuang came to report that his mistress asked the young master to go back. A letter came from the master in Kaifeng, so Zhang Yuan resigned from Shang Zhoude and returned to Shanyin. Shang Zhoude wanted to
Zhang Yuan would come back to this book if he had nothing else to do. One evening, Zhang Yuan returned to Dongzhang's residence and paid a visit to his mother, Lu. Zhang's mother, Lu, said gloomily: "Father can't come back this year. Prince Zhou of Kaifeng will be ordered to go to Beijing to see him in September."
The Emperor will not be able to return to Kaifeng until the spring of next year. My father is the director of the Zhou Palace and has a lot of chores. He is not allowed to resign, let alone take leave. He will not be able to come back for my birthday in November. He can only resign and return to his hometown when Prince Zhou returns to the feudal clan next year.
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His father, Zhang Ruiyang, was thousands of miles away in Prince Zhou's Mansion in Kaifeng. Zhang Yuan could not think about it. He could only comfort his mother with his sister Zhang Ruoxi. Zhang Yuan took his father's letter and read it. Zhang Ruiyang was extremely worried about his son Zhang Yuan being admitted to the palace.
I am very happy that Zhang Ruiyang’s lifelong child, now only 16 years old, is the first to take the county examination and the government examination. He will be a registrar next year without a doubt. Isn’t this the ancestor’s spirit? Otherwise, he was quite naughty two years ago.
Why did your son suddenly become enlightened and make such great progress?
Lu Chun and Lu Jie came over sweating profusely and said: "Uncle Jiezi, do you want to see the wood?" Zhang Ruoxi shook her head and smiled: "Two fools, they spend all day watching the craftsmen plowing and planing wood. Lu Chun
He bluntly said that when he grows up, he wants to be a carpenter. Being a carpenter is fun, but practicing as a carpenter is very tiring, so he doesn’t want to be a carpenter.
Zhang Yuan laughed and thought: "How old is the Emperor Tianqi who loves to do carpentry work now? Is he as old as Lu Chun? To me, the Carpenter Emperor is far better than Chongzhen who wants to work hard but is stubborn, huh
, I will go to Beijing in a few years to see if I can meet the carpenter first?"
The lower floor of the three-year-old building in the back garden has been built, and the carpenters are hammering and nailing the wood to build the upper floor. It is expected to be completed by the end of next month. Without carving, building such a three-year-old two-story wooden building is time-consuming and does not cost much money.
The next day, Zhang Yuan went to the farm on the east bank of Jian Lake again early in the morning. Nearly two months had passed since his last visit. The water level in Jian Lake had dropped a lot. The drought was getting worse. Zhang Yuan found that along the lake
Some wealthy gentry took advantage of the retreat of the lake to command their slaves and tenants to build fields through dikes. This is how Babaili Jianhu Lake has been gradually eroded over hundreds of years. Although a lot of good farmland has been obtained, the lake area has shrunk and its water storage capacity has been greatly reduced.
The role of Jianhu Lake in draining water and relieving drought will naturally be greatly reduced. It only lasts for years with good weather. Once a natural disaster occurs, it will become a major natural disaster. Drought and flood disasters that occur once in decades, hundreds of years, or even millennia will gather together.
, it seems that there will be no more disasters in the future. Droughts and floods are all natural disasters in the past few years. A large part of this is because these wealthy gentry are short-sighted and only care about their own immediate interests. They don't care about the floods in the future!
The four tenant farmers of Zhang Yuan's family take turns using two water trucks to irrigate their fields day and night. The fields close to Jianhu Lake are better. As long as they are willing to work hard, they can still get water for irrigation, but those far away cannot get water.
Most of the seedlings in the farmland have died, the fields are cracked, and the farmers are miserable, but the temple of Ma Taishou is full of incense.
In the evening Zhang Yuan returned to Shanyin and went to Beicheng to see how the Yanghe charity warehouse was being built. He chatted with Lu Yunpeng and Liu Xiucai for a while. Lu Yunpeng had recently come here to see a number of well-meaning wealthy people who wanted to donate money to the charity warehouse.
There are as many stones as there are grains, but the charity warehouse has not yet been built and cannot collect grains. Zhang Yuan said: "If there are those who want to donate grains, write down their names and publish them on the list. First write down the names of my uncles and my father. My uncles donate grains."
Three hundred shi, my father donated 200 shi for grain, and the rest of the land and money we donated last time were written down and asked Mr. Liu to write them down and post them to inform the people of the county and encourage wealthy people to donate."
I’m too slow to think about it, I’ll add it tomorrow and the day after tomorrow!…