The moonlight is sultry and intoxicating. In the era without cigarettes, wine was the best way to soothe one's sorrows, but it also made one's sorrows worse. Some people were so drunk that they fell asleep, and some went crazy with the help of wine. For example, Lao Jiu, Kuang Ren and others went to Wanhua under the guidance of Hu Maozhen.
The building bullies girls, and some people sit and drink alone, such as Ye Mo Sujing.
More people were slightly fuzzy and couldn't sleep with random thoughts in their heads, such as Chang Yu. This was rare for him, and it was most likely that he had done something bad.
For example, Zhang Biyun, the daughter of the Zhang Mansion in the east of the city, tossed and turned with tears streaming down her face.
The past two days were simply unbelievable to this young lady. She even felt like she was in a dream. The dream was beautiful and gorgeous, but it made people nervous. In the dead of night, she finally felt scared. What should she do after he leaves?
What to do if he never comes back?
In the early Ming Dynasty, heavily influenced by Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism, the folk customs were relatively conservative. Women generally had their feet bound and could not go out. In the late Yongle period, due to the influence of Zheng He's voyages to the West, the folk customs became more liberal. After the Wanli Emperor, the emperor did not care about things, and neither did the government.
Folk customs began to increase and open up faster, and it was even more open than the environment we live in now. For example, peer love, which was still a secret in the 1970s and 1980s, became very popular in the Ming Dynasty. Emperor Wanli was the leader among them, and old aunts watched it.
Eye-catching transvestism was even more popular in the Ming Dynasty, and the streets were full of cross-dressing men, especially students from Suzhou and Hangzhou. Li Le, an old scholar in the Ming Dynasty, once said about this unpopular scene: "I arrived yesterday.
"Everyone who comes back from the city with tears in his lap and women's clothes all over his body is a scholar."
It can be seen that at the end of the Ming Dynasty, folk customs were open, and women could study, go out, or choose not to have their feet bound, and it was even possible to fall in love freely. However, the Manchus entered the customs and reinforced these bad habits and imprisoned the people for hundreds of years.
But even in such an open era, Zhang Biyun and Chang Yu's behavior is still very advanced. If they can't keep the fire, the consequences will be disastrous. They have not yet left the boudoir, and their parents' face will not be saved. Simply put, this life will be ruined.
As I thought about it, I became more and more frightened. I couldn't help crying and woke up Xiaochan, the maid outside. She hurriedly came over to comfort her: "Miss, what's wrong?"
In ancient times, maids from wealthy families usually grew up together with their young ladies. Although they were masters and servants, they felt like sisters. However, Zhang Biyun still couldn't say some words, so she just cried. She cried until dawn before she fell asleep.
I don't know how long I slept before I was woken up by Xiao Chan, who said eagerly: "Miss, Miss, someone came to propose marriage?"
Proposing a marriage? Zhang Biyun's face suddenly became extremely embarrassed. Although she was not very old in later generations, she was already able to get married in the Ming Dynasty. The Zhang family was a wealthy family and she had beautiful children. There was an endless stream of people proposing marriage, including the sons of wealthy gentry.
There was also a second-generation official from a scholarly family, but she was an only daughter and her parents loved her so much that they wanted to spoil her at home for another two years, so they refused.
"Whose family is it? Let dad send you away." Zhang Biyun didn't sleep well and she was very impatient because she had something on her mind.
"But, it seems that the master has agreed!" Xiao Chan whispered, and Zhang Biyun groaned: "I, I don't agree, I..." As he said this, he started crying: "Go tell daddy.
, just say I don’t agree, woo woo woo… I’ll just say it myself.”
Zhang Laishui got up early as usual and went for a walk by the riverside from the back door to do some exercise. This was a compulsory morning lesson for him and a habit he had developed since he was a child.
When I was a child, my family was poor, so I would get up to work before dawn. With hard work and luck, I finally built up my family business and now have become one of the three largest salt merchants in Xuzhou. I also have Buzhuang Grain Store and other businesses under my name, which is one of the best in the city.
Rich gentry.
The family has a great business and a successful career, but Zhang Laishui has a problem, that is, he has no children. There has been no news since his wife gave birth to a daughter. He thought it was his wife's problem, so he took in two more concubines, but
The old cow was almost exhausted due to his hard work day and night, and not a single bud sprouted in the ground.
Only then did he realize that there was something wrong with his own seeds, so he spent a lot of money on miracle cures. However, the land was still barren and there was no harvest for several years. He finally gave up and regarded his beloved daughter as the apple of his eye, so he planned to recruit someone.
The son-in-law came to inherit the Zhang family's incense.
However, most of the people who are willing to be son-in-laws are poor losers, and the talented and rich second generation people will definitely not agree, but he and his daughter Zhang Biyun do not like that kind of people.
This also became a big knot in his mind.
After walking by the river for a while, he returned to the palace, but he didn't see his precious daughter who usually got up early to greet him, so he went to knock on the door out of curiosity. Xiaochan rubbed her sleepy eyes: "Master, Miss slept too late while studying last night.
I haven’t gotten up yet.”
"Why are you reading so hard?" Zhang Laishui frowned slightly without any intention of blaming her. He really doted on his daughter too much.
"I burst into tears after reading Li Qingzhao's poems." Xiao Chan lied. Zhang Laishui sighed, not knowing what to say. Everything written by that girl Li Qingzhao is sentimental, bitter and hateful, but all women like it.
But we can’t let our daughter read Xin Qiji’s books.
Zhang Laishui was just about to say something when he heard the housekeeper knocking on the door in the front yard: "Master, I have a visitor."
"Who came this early in the morning?" Zhang Laishui frowned, thinking he was a customer or something.
"Sir, this is Mrs. Xing from the General Military Mansion," the housekeeper said softly.
In Xuzhou, Mrs. Xing's reputation is as good as that of Gao Jie, or even more so. Especially among officials and wealthy gentry, she can be said to be like a thunderbolt.
Everyone knows that Gao Jie is domineering and arrogant, but they also all know that he is afraid of his wife. How cruel must women be if they can control such an arrogant Gao Jie.
Zhang Laishui is a salt merchant who has contacts with the government and has a good relationship with Zhizhou. He has no direct contact with Gao Jie, but as the biggest local gangster in Xuzhou, he has soldiers in his hands. Master Zhizhou is a prank in Gao Jie's eyes, no matter who he is.
If you want to do business well, you have to give him red envelopes to seek peace. Therefore, Zhang Laishui also went to the General Military Mansion to visit Gao Jie, but the other party only accepted the red envelopes and never showed him the noodles, let alone Mrs. Xing.
At this time, I heard that Mrs.
, turned his head when he heard the sound: "But Mr. Zhang?"
"I don't dare, I don't dare. Zhang Laishui, a grass-roots citizen, has met Madam." Zhang Laishui hurried forward and saluted: "Madam, you are here to visit my humble abode. Pengpi is so brilliant!"
Mrs.
Zhang Laishui was startled: "Who is Madam proposing to marry?" As he said this, he suddenly felt a sense of ominousness in his heart. Could it be that she was taking a concubine for Gao Jie? What should I do?
He really thinks too much. Gao Jie respects and loves Mrs.
Maybe he could ask Mrs. Xing to choose for him, but Mrs. Xing is not that ambitious.
"My husband's adopted brother is a member of the royal family of the capital." Mrs.
He was born into a noble family and belonged to a wealthy family in the capital with the surname Chang... I bet he couldn't be the Chang family of Huaiyuan Hou, but then I thought about it, that's wrong. The Chang family is in Nanjing, not in the capital. Well, Nanjing is also the capital.
So I couldn't help but ask: "Is it the Chang family in Beijing or the Chang family in Nanjing?"
Mrs.
Zhang Laishui couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If he were the Marquis of Huaiyuan, he wouldn't dare to climb high, but the Chang family branch didn't have that much pressure.
Although he was not in a hurry to marry off his daughter, he was still very curious. It would be nice if he was really a handsome man and could climb the big tree of Gao Jie.
"Madam, can you tell me more about this young master of the Chang family?"
"I am eighteen years old, and I am joining the army of the third grade..." Mrs. Xing talked eloquently, but why did she lie?
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