Chapter 232 Sleeping enough for the poet in spring
Chapter 232 To repay the poet that he has had enough sleep in spring
When Chen Jiru and Wang Wei came to Huating early in the morning, Zhang Yuan was still sleeping soundly at Wuhe Inn. He was really tired. After working hard all day and night, he was finally able to sleep peacefully. The sound of firecrackers far and near could not bring him to sleep.
After waking up, most of the people followed blindly. One family set off firecrackers to celebrate the downfall of the Dong family. Neighbors imitated them one after another, just like smashing plaques inscribed by Dong Qichang everywhere. Today's custom is to set off firecrackers, just like New Year's Eve.
But those chaotic and noisy world affairs have nothing to do with Zhang Yuan now. He was only immersed in dreamland. Because of the sound of firecrackers, he had a childhood dream of celebrating the New Year. The faces of his relatives were like a revolving lantern, and the memories of the two lives overlapped and mixed, but that kind of
Warmth and warmth, liveliness and anticipation are the same, so I sleep very peacefully——
Mu Zhenzhen was not used to sleeping during the day. She only slept for more than an hour before getting up. It was already the end of Chenshi, and a red sun was hanging high in the sky. However, the inn was still deserted and no one was moving around. The living beings and their
The servants are all still sleeping. The Wuyang Inn has been booked by the three Zhang brothers, so no other guests have come in——
Mu Zhenzhen went to the well in the backyard of the inn to fetch water to wash up, and to wash and dry the clothes that the young master and her father had changed yesterday. When she came to the backyard, she saw that her father, Mu Jingyan, had also gotten up early, shirtless and tying up his hair.
The stick is used as a big gun, and the dance is exciting.
Since following Zhang Yuan, Mu Jingyan has been practicing martial arts very diligently and is looking forward to his career in the army. He wants to earn a career through military service and get rid of his status as a degraded citizen. When he sees his daughter approaching with a wooden basin, he rushes forward and suddenly picks up the whistle stick in his hand.
He pushed it forward and stopped five inches away from the tip of his daughter's nose. His arm did not move at all, and the rod made of eucalyptus wood trembled slightly. He smiled and said, "Add a spear head, and it will really kill you."
Mu Zhenzhen pursed her lips and smiled and said: "Dad, that's easy to say. I can't dodge, and I'm not a wooden person." After saying that, he put down the wooden basin in his hand and took out the small coiled dragon stick under his skirt. Mu Zhenzhen usually doesn't like outsiders.
She was practicing martial arts in front of her, but when she saw that except for an old maid from an inn, there were only her father and daughter in the backyard, she immediately started sparring with her father.
Mu Zhenzhen has never learned the spear skills passed down from his father's ancestors. Mu Jingyan said that Zhenzhen is a girl and is not suitable for practicing this big spear. This big spear is suitable for killing enemies in battle. The small coiled dragon stick is best for self-defense.
Zhenfu also learned that even with empty hands, four or five men can't get close to him. These days, Mu Jingyan has taught his daughter some martial arts. Mu Zhenzhen knows that according to the young master's arrangement, his father should join the army.
So daddy wants to teach her more martial arts so that she can better protect herself and Master Jiezi in the future——
The weather was hot, and the father and daughter were sweating after less than a moment of practice. It didn't matter that Mu Jingyan was shirtless and sweating, but Mu Zhenzhen's vest was soaked, and there were sweat stains on his front, thinking about how he was soaked through yesterday.
The young master was watching everything, and he was a little distracted. The small dragon stick in his hand was knocked off by Mu Jingyan's whistle stick. Mu Jingyan glared at his daughter, and Mu Zhenzhen said hurriedly: "Dad, I'm hungry."
,too tired."
Mu Jingyan shook his head, thinking that his daughter seemed to have become more delicate since she arrived in Dongzhang. She had never said that she was hungry and had no energy before. However, she was indeed tired yesterday and didn't get much rest, so she said: "Okay, hurry up and wash the clothes."
, wash up and go eat." Start practicing alone.
Mu Zhenzhen was squatting by the well washing clothes, watching his father practice martial arts, and suddenly said: "Dad, if you become successful in the army in the future, you can marry another mother and give birth to a younger brother for your daughter."
Mu Jingyan put away his whistle stick, said "Hey", walked over and squatted next to his daughter, wiped his face and body with a sweat towel, and said: "Dad, you don't have to worry about it, just take care of yourself - serve Master Jiezi well, from now on
If you give birth to a boy and a girl to Master Jiezi, you will have someone to rely on for the rest of your life."
Mu Zhenzhen bit her lip and said coquettishly: "Dad, what are you talking about?"
Mu Jingyan smiled "ho ho": "Dad is telling the truth, Master Jie Zi is rare -"
"Dad, don't say anything--"
Mu Zhenzhen ignored his father. He lowered his head and worked hard to wash the clothes, almost tearing the clothes. After a while, he raised his head and saw that there was no one around him, and his father was gone.
Mu Zhenzhen stayed alone for a while. When she saw an innkeeper coming to fetch water, she quickly wrung out her clothes and hung them to dry. She went back to the guest room to change her clothes. She and Zhang Yuan shared a room. The large guest room was divided into small rooms inside and outside.
, she poked her head in the outside room and looked in. She saw that the young master was sleeping soundly, so she retracted, quietly took off her sweat-soaked clothes, changed into a Songjiang cotton-padded jacket, and then went to the inn dining room to order rice porridge and yellow cakes with
Daddy eats together.
At this time, Neng Zhu, Feng Hu and others all got up, shouting that they were starving to death, grabbing yellow cakes and gobbling them down. The innkeeper ran in and said: "Brothers, have you all gotten up? Is there any gentleman from this county?"
Come and visit Mr. Zhang Jiezi and all other ministers."
Mu Zhenzhen said: "I'll go take a look." When he returned to the guest room, he saw that the young master was still sleeping, so he went back and said that the young master Jiezi was very tired and that he would see the guests again in the afternoon.
Neng Zhu, Feng Hu, and Laifu talked to the inn clerks about Dong Qichang setting fire to his house last night. Laifu was particularly relieved and said: "It's really funny. Then Dong Qichang asked two people to carry him out to avoid the fire. I think
I went to the government office to frame all my husbands. Unexpectedly, my young master Jiezi had already expected that Dong Qichang would have such a vicious plan. He invited Mr. Wu and Mr. Liu here early and watched Dong Qichang set fire to his house. It was really a big joke. This joke, Huating
People have to talk about it for several lifetimes or a thousand years - Dong Qichang doesn't know if he is angry to death or not. Even if he is not dead, he will never have the nerve to go out in the future."
The waiters at Wuhe Inn are very envious of Laifu. Laifu's phrase "my master Jiezi" is so proud and airy. The waiters at Wuhe Inn all recognize Laifu. Isn't this Laifu the new bartender at Wanghailou?
, but it turned out to be Xianggong Zhang’s family. It seems that Xianggong Zhang was deliberately trying to deal with the Dong family, and Laifu was an insider.
The dining room was full of men. Mu Zhenzhen retreated to the guest room to practice calligraphy and Huashan Stele. He filled a piece of lead mangosteen paper with words. He heard the young master turning sideways on the bed and reciting a poem: "To repay the poet for a good spring sleep,
The Taoist strikes the fifth watch—is that true?"
"Hey." Mu Zhenzhen responded quickly, put down his pen and stood up and walked to the inner room. Seeing that the young master had already sat up, he asked her what time it was now.
Mu Zhenzhen said: "It's almost noon, the young master must be starving."
Zhang Yuan said: "Fortunately, I'm too hungry, so I don't feel hungry." He took a few big sips of the tea handed over by Mu Zhenzhen and ordered: "Zhenzhen, go and close the door."
Mu Zhenzhen was stunned, why was the door closed in broad daylight? Thinking of this, her face felt a little hot, because a few days ago at the Lu family in Qingpu, she saw Mr. Yanke from Xi Zhang dragging his maid Lu Mei into the house in broad daylight.
Go to the room and close the door...
Zhang Yuan smiled "Hey", thinking that Zhenzhen has a lot of ideas lately, so he might as well say as soon as possible: "By the way, let's see if Brother Zongzi is up, please ask him to come over, and don't disturb others."
Mu Zhenzhen said "Oh" and walked out quickly, feeling a little embarrassed, as if he had always expected the young master to do that to him. The young master is not as ridiculous as Young Master Yanke. Well, the young master is seventeen years old——
Zhang Dai stretched out and walked over and asked: "Meson, what's the matter?"
Zhang Yuan asked Mu Zhenzhen to close the door, pointed to the twelve large wooden boxes piled in the corner, and said, "Open two first to see what treasures there are?"
Zhang Dai perked up and said: "Dong Qichang appreciates a lot of antiques and treasures. This is what he specially wanted to take away. Of course it is the most precious. Take a look." He added: "If it is calligraphy and painting, it will be terrible. It will definitely be soaked in water.
If it gets wet, it will be even worse if water enters the ancient painting, so you have to ask a framer to repair it immediately."
Zhang Yuanqu flicked the thick camphor wood box with his fingers and said: "It is sealed tightly and it is not easy for water to enter." He thought to himself: "It would be troublesome if they were all calligraphy and painting. What I want is gold, silver and jewelry. For calligraphy and painting, I have to replace it with gold, silver and jewelry."
The money will take a lot of work."
Mu Zhenzhen pulled the rope around the big wooden box on the top to both sides and suddenly said: "Master, this box has a lock."
Zhang Yuan took a closer look and saw that there was indeed that long copper lock on the box. He smiled and said, "I still need to find Dong's key to unlock it."
Zhang Dai smiled and said: "Seek the skin of a tiger."
Mu Zhenzhen said: "Master, do you want to call my father? My father has strong hands. This kind of copper lock is not very strong and can be broken."
Zhang Yuan said: "No hurry." He bent down and took a closer look, and said happily: "There are two unlocked boxes here." He joined hands with Mu Zhenzhen, moved the stacked boxes aside, and opened one of the unlocked boxes.
I shook the rope on the wooden box. This box is not heavy. It is probably a calligraphy and painting. The wooden box is exquisitely designed and fits tightly when closed. When I opened the lid, I saw that it was really a calligraphy and painting scroll by scroll, and there was only one painting in the box.
There are a few wet marks, but these calligraphy and paintings are unaffected——
Zhang Yuan took out a volume and said to Zhang Dai: "Brother, this must not be Dong Qichang's own calligraphy and painting. His calligraphy and painting are worthless now." He thought: "Kangxi of the Manchu Qing Dynasty appreciated Dong Qichang's calligraphy and painting, Dong's calligraphy and painting
As a result, my worth has doubled. Now that I have come to the late Ming Dynasty, will Kangxi still be around?"
Zhang Dai and Zhang Yuan each held one end of the painting scroll and slowly unfolded the two sides. Zhang Dai's eyes lit up and he said in surprise: "This is "Stream Travel", a masterpiece by Dong Yuan of the Southern Tang Dynasty."
The two took another volume and unfolded it. Zhang Dai said happily: "This is Huang Gongwang's "The Intention of Rain in Streams and Mountains". It's wonderful! It's wonderful!"
Zhang Yuan was not in the mood to appreciate calligraphy and painting, so he ignored the box and asked his elder brother Zhang Dai to look through it. He and Mu Zhenzhen moved out another unlocked wooden box. This box was very heavy, estimated to weigh more than a hundred kilograms.
The box was not as elaborately designed as the box containing calligraphy and paintings. It was just an ordinary wooden box. Zhang Yuan said: "This box must have been filled with water." When he opened it, he saw a dazzling silver light. It turned out to be a box of large ingots and small ingots of silver.
Thousands and five hundred taels. These silver coins are piled up in a messy manner and vary in size. Dong Qichang must have asked someone to store the silver here temporarily so that he could take it away——
Zhang Dai heard that it was silver, but he couldn't even take a look at it. He read the calligraphy and paintings one by one, and kept marveling.
Zhang Yuan straightened up, wiped his hands with a cloth, and said: "Very good, as long as you have money, I can help those displaced households by the Changsheng Bridge. If you have done evil things in Huating, you must also do good deeds."
Mu Zhenzhen said happily: "Young Master has done nothing evil. You are a hero from Liangshan. He robbed the rich and gave to the poor."
Zhang Yuandao: "Relieving the poor is only a part of the relief work. Most of it is reserved for myself to drink a big bowl and eat a big piece of meat."
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