The night is not deep and the moonlight is beautiful.
There were two or three people walking on the street, and the people were enjoying the cool weather in front of their homes and chatting with their neighbors, leisurely.
Chang Yu and Song Luoshu walked leisurely towards the east of the city. The little eunuch had already found out the background of the rich woman they met in the mountains. Her surname was Zhang Biyun, she was seventeen years old and she belonged to a wealthy family in the east of the city. She was the only one in her family.
The woman has no children.
The Zhang family entered the compound. The front door faced the street and the back door faced the river. Chang Yu found out the detailed address without much trouble. At this time, he and Song Luoshu stood under the shade of the tree opposite the Zhang family's gate, looking at the two lanterns hanging in front of the door.
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In this era, the standard features of wealthy people's doors were to hang a plaque on the door, hang a lamp in front of the door, and tie a horse stake beside the door.
"It seems that the Zhang family's business is quite good!" Chang Yu sighed.
"Don't you know that the Zhang family is a salt merchant?" Song Luoshu asked in surprise. He had just inquired about the Zhang family's address along the way and after hearing some information, he thought Chang Yu knew it.
Chang Yu obviously didn't know, and was slightly surprised: "I just heard that her family runs a cloth shop, and it turns out that she is a salt merchant. No wonder!"
In the Ming Dynasty, private individuals were not allowed to sell salt. They had to obtain a business license (Yin Yin) and pay the salt fee, then go to a designated salt-producing area to buy salt from a kitchen household, and then go to a designated place to sell salt. However, to receive salt Yin Wo (Yin Wo)
Also known as wogen, rootwo), it is the certificate that proves the privilege of transporting and selling salt. In order to obtain this privilege, salt merchants must confess their nest to the competent government department. When confessing, they have to pay a huge amount of silver. A salt merchant who has the privilege to lead the nest
There was a hereditary privilege of selling salt.
So to put it simply, being able to work as a salt merchant firstly means you have strong family assets, and secondly, you have close connections with the government. It is not just something that anyone can do if they want to.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Biyun is actually quite white and rich.
"Sir, should we knock on the door directly or climb over the wall?" Song Luoshu asked in a foolish manner. Chang Yu was speechless: "Luoshu, we are...hey, you understand."
Song Luoshu nodded quickly: "I understand, I understand, secretly."
Chang Yu chuckled, and Song Luoshu looked around. It was not too late at night, and there were pedestrians on the street. There were also people in the neighborhood who couldn't sleep in the hot weather and were enjoying the cool air at the door. It would be very bad if someone climbed over the wall and was seen, so he said:
"My lord, wait a moment, I will humbly go and investigate."
Song Luo Shuben was an assassin and knew a lot about stepping on the spot. As he said that, he slipped northward along the wall of the Zhang Family Courtyard. Chang Yu felt a little awkward standing at the door, so he took a few steps towards the corner next to him.
Just at this moment, a watchman came over and said: "It's dry and everything is dry, be careful about the light." Then he saw the little eunuch in the shadow on the roadside, and his voice became louder: "Close the doors and windows to prevent thieves and thefts."
Chang Yu was very embarrassed and had to pretend to relieve himself. The watchman cursed in a low voice and walked away.
Song Luoshu turned back after a while and told Chang Yu that the Zhang family's house was really big, but there was no need to go into the courtyard for the first two. He went straight to the back house, which was remote and quiet by the river and there were no people.
The two quietly sneaked to the corner of the backyard. Chang Yu looked around. There were trees in the remote area near the river, which was perfect for doing something bad. However, the wall here was extremely high, nearly four meters high.
"You shouldn't have slept at the moment," Chang Yu squatted in the corner and muttered, and Song Luoshu hummed, "It's hot in the summer, and people sleep late... I'd better go up and have a look."
Song Luoshu was born as an assassin. Although his lightness skills were not as good as those of Night Demon, Blood Bat and others were so defiant but far better than ordinary people. With a little help, he climbed up the wall. He leaned over the wall and looked at the backyard. He saw that there was no light in the main hall, but there was still candlelight in the side room.
Chang Yu was delighted after hearing this. Generally, the head of the family lived in the main house, and the side room was most likely Zhang Biyun's boudoir. He whispered: "Pull me up."
Chang Yu didn't have any lightweight skills, but his jumping ability was still very good. He took a few steps to look at the wall and jumped up. Song Luoshu stretched out his hand and pulled him up the courtyard wall easily. The two of them climbed on top to observe the terrain.
When they were about to go down, they suddenly heard a loud barking of a dog, which frightened the two of them.
It turned out that there was a big dog tied up in front of the backyard door, and it was barking at the two of them. When he was at a loss, he heard a male voice in the main room shouting: "Huzi, what is your name?" He pushed the door open and left.
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Oops, let me go. Chang Yu and Song Luoshu quickly slipped down from the wall, squatted in the corner and smiled bitterly. The little eunuch who was invincible and fearless on the battlefield felt his heart beat faster at this moment, and goosebumps appeared on his nervous arms.
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"Luo Shu, you used to be a gangster. Is there any way to shut up this kind of dog?"
"Yes." Song Luoshu nodded: "Kill it!"
Chang Yu was speechless: "We are here to steal people, not to kill dogs. Don't you have some kind of sweat-inducing medicine or something to charm it?"
"Sir, I used to do the job of killing people in my humble position. Whether it's killing people or dogs, I understand it as soon as I go up. I'm not a thief, so where did I get that thing?" Song Luoshu scratched his head with a grimace, and Chang Yu sighed: "Li Muxian must have it.
But that bull’s nose and mouth are not tight…”
"How could Taoist Master Fang, a monk, have those things?" Song Luoshu was surprised.
Chang Yu curled his lips: "He is a monk, but he often goes into other people's homes. That guy is good at everything, including chickens, cocks, dogs, and robbers. He doesn't do anything!" Song Luoshu was stunned, and then patted his head: "Sir, please stay here for a while. I'll come back when I'm done with my humble duties."
He said and ran out.
The big dog in the yard stopped barking. Chang Yu held back his breath and listened carefully to the conversation between the man in the yard and the big dog: "Did Hu Zi find a thief..."
"Master, master, there's been a thief," the servant asked from across the door in the front yard.
"I didn't find any thieves, maybe it's a wild cat or something." The man seemed to be warning him: "If there are really thieves coming to take advantage of our Zhang family, they are blind and have come to the wrong place."
He listened to the conversation between him and his servant, but couldn't quite hear the ramblings. Chang Yu felt guilty and anxious when he suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Dad, what's wrong?" It was Zhang Biyun's voice.
"It's okay. The house is too stuffy. Dad, come out and cool down. Why aren't you sleeping so late?" the man asked.
"Dad also said that it's hot in the house, and Xiaochan's snoring was so loud today that I couldn't sleep." Zhang Biyun was coquettish, and the man laughed and scolded: "Xiaochan must be tired from hiking today..." The father and daughter
After the conversation, the man went back to his house to sleep, and the yard became quiet again.
Chang Yu outside the courtyard wall became more and more excited. Is it because the girl stayed up so late because it was hot and the maid next door was snoring loudly?
You must know that these days there is no TV to watch or mobile phones to play with. Most people go to bed at seven or eight o'clock in the evening.
I'm afraid there is another possibility, the girl is pregnant with spring.
Imagine a wealthy daughter who rarely goes out to be a prostitute or read and write. She has almost zero opportunities and experience in contact with the opposite sex. By chance, she meets a handsome young man (an expert in love) who is eloquent and flirtatious. What girl wouldn't have sex with her?
Zhang Biyun is no exception. Since returning home from the mountains, he has seemed to be a different person. Sometimes he is in a daze and sometimes he is snickering. His parents did not check for a while, but his personal maid Xiaochan saw the way and secretly asked her who the young master was.
So Zhang Biyun's face was full of sorrow, and he sighed: "I am a son of an official from the capital, and I just passed here when I went out to visit the capital." There was a hint of sadness in his words.
"That young master doesn't look like someone from a wealthy family!" Xiaochan felt that young masters from wealthy families were all fair and clean, holding a fan in hand and elegant, but although Chang Yu looked talented, his skin was not that white and tender, and he was too strong.
A little more.
"He is a son of a military officer. Didn't you see that all his entourage were burly men with swords?" Zhang Biyun sighed: "Although he said he was going south to play, I always feel that it is not that simple. Now there are bandits and bandits going south, so it is not fun. And
He is a warrior and went south at this time...how can it be so simple?"
"It turns out he is a warrior. Is he going to fight?" Xiao Chan was surprised and said again: "Miss usually dislikes warriors for being rude and rude, so why do you treat this young man so differently?"
Zhang Biyun's eyes lit up: "Although he is a warrior, he is versatile in both civil and military affairs. He is good at poetry, lyrics and songs. What's more, he can also sing. I have never heard that song, but the melody is very pleasant and the lyrics are perfect.
It’s heart-wrenching…”
After dinner, Zhang Biyun kept talking about the good things about the little eunuch in the boudoir. Hearing this, the maid Xiaochan kept yawning and finally went back to the room to sleep. However, how could the Huaichun girl sleep? She tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. She also heard the noisy barking of dogs in the courtyard.
I got up and opened the window and chatted with my father for a few words, but still couldn't fall asleep. I looked up at the moonlight outside the window. I thought for a long time before closing the window and returning to bed. I heard someone whispering: "Biyun, Biyun..."
The voice is very familiar, like that of Mr. Chang.
Zhang Biyun raised his hand and patted his head. What was he thinking? He was hallucinating.
But the voice was still there, and it was getting clearer. It came from the window. Zhang Biyun suddenly realized something and turned over and whispered: "Mr. Chang?"
"It's me." Chang Yu crouched under the window: "You open the window and I'll go in. I'm afraid of your big wolf dog."
Zhang Biyun was surprised, happy and ashamed: "This, this,..." Women's boudoirs are not allowed for men to enter even during the day, let alone at night. This... only the kind of plot found in banned books, how come...
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"I'll just go in and have a conversation and don't do anything else. No one will know." Chang Yu's heart almost jumped out of his throat.
Zhang Biyun took a deep breath and listened to the snoring of the maid Xiaochan outside. He gritted his teeth and opened the window, and a dark figure rolled in.
The familiar smell and familiar appearance are indeed that boy.
"Mr. Chang..." Zhang Biyun closed the window, his face was filled with glow and he lowered his head and didn't know what to say, but Chang Yu hugged him: "Not seeing him for a moment is like three autumns, I miss him so much."
Zhang Biyun was suddenly so embarrassed that he couldn't describe it, and his whole body felt weak and trembling: "Mr. Chang, this is not good, don't do this..."
"It's okay, I'll just hug you and nothing else." Chang Yu said and kissed her.
Woohoo, Mr. Chang...
I just touch it and do nothing else...
I just can’t get in...
The candlelight in the room was out, and Song Luoshu was gnawing on the chicken legs on the roof, throwing the bones down casually, and the big wolf dog was enjoying the meal.