Chapter 1 How can you bully a little girl like this
Chapter 1 How can you bully a little girl like this?
Author: Hua Qingqing
Chapter 1 How can you bully a little girl like this?
The morning fog had just dispersed, and my sleepy eyes began to become clear.
A huge glazed archway stood in front of her. The red-painted pillars on the white stone Xumi pedestal and the colorful carved beams were so majestic! The archway towered into the clouds, and Du Juan looked at the three gilded characters in the middle of the archway.
"Jinghuafang!" Du Juan laughed, "How is that possible!"
"When did Jinghuafang have such grandeur? No, is this really Jinghuafang?" She didn't believe it, and looked closer, "It's true, I should have expected such a move!"
How could he speak so elegantly and yet be so cumbersome? What kind of dynasty is this? Du Juan murmured in her heart.
The entire market became noisy, with bluestone bricks on the ground leading directly to the outside of the archway. There was an endless stream of pedestrians, morning market merchants in plain Chinese clothes, dignitaries in official robes, and even foreign envoys in strange clothes and high crowns...
…and then dozens of women wearing the same clothes came in front of them, came in from the archway, and walked back in a hurry.
Du Juan could clearly see their clothes. Although they were all dressed in elegant green, but looking at the straight collars and high sideburns, she could tell that this dynasty was now in the Song Dynasty. Looking down, she saw that the same was true for herself.
Dressed up like this, could it be that he is one of them?
"Where are they going in such a hurry?" Du Juan followed their hurried figures and saw a large hall standing not far away, with the three words "Jinghuafang" vaguely visible on the door plaque. Everyone walked in a hurry, and they just passed by
One of them whispered to her, "Sister Juan, let's go quickly. We'll be late in a while, and it's time for aunt to punish us again."
Du Juan was stunned, "Sister Juan, this is an acceptable title! What an aunt, Jinghuafang is obviously my family." But then she thought about it, and she was right. In the dream now, no matter what happens, it is reasonable. Du Juan wants to follow everyone.
She went in, but according to her temperament, she actually came to this new dreamland. It was not a bad idea to go out and go crazy, because she knew that all this was an illusion after all. Thinking of this, Du Juan walked out of the archway.
"Sister, just take a look at the doll I made, just take a look..."
A childish voice rang in my ears. I looked around and saw a thin figure in a corner outside the archway. It was a little girl in ragged clothes. She was holding several dolls in her hand, and people were entering the archway one by one.
She handed it over, but none of these women, who were in a hurry, paid her any attention.
The little girl looked to be ten or twelve years old, but why did she show everyone this stuffed doll that was not in very good condition? Du Juan walked towards her curiously, and another woman happened to come. The little girl stopped her.
road.
"Sister, can you see my doll?"
"Don't bother me, I will be punished by my aunt if you are late!"
The little girl didn't want to give up a glimmer of hope, probably because she saw fewer and fewer people entering the archway. Maybe after today, she would have to start over again tomorrow. An old woman selling candied haws in the archway shook her head as she looked at it. Du Juan was sure,
The little girl has been to this place more than once. She pulled the woman's clothes and begged almost crying, "Sister, please, take a look."
"Oh! It's so dirty! Go away!" The woman pushed her away hard and was about to leave. Seeing that the little girl was about to fall, Du Juan couldn't stand it anymore, so she quickly stepped forward and hugged the little girl, "If you don't look at it, you won't."
Look, why bully her?"
"She comes here every day, just like a beggar. If she continues like this, she will dirty the facade of Jinghuafang. You are still protecting her. Aren't you afraid that your aunt will punish you?" The woman retorted, "It's your fault that you are still Jinghuafang."
People from the square.”
The little girl sobbed aggrievedly and held several dolls tightly in her hands. Du Juan could see clearly this time. It turned out that the things in her hands that she was eager to show everyone were really silk dolls, and she suddenly felt a little warm.
"What's the problem? Tell your sister, she'll help you." After hearing this, the little girl was sensible and asked eagerly, "Sister, are you really from Jinghuafang? Can you look at my doll?
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Du Juan recognized this object: yes, in the Song Dynasty, this rag doll was the prototype of the silk man (silk child), but the workmanship was rough. In this dynasty, folk silk products were indeed difficult to be considered elegant.
What should I say? I have to vent my anger on the little girl! The reputation of Jinghuafang cannot be ruined by them like this. After all, it is my family property! Du Juan was so angry that she looked again and saw that the woman had already gone away.
"It's really nonsense. Jinghuafang is so famous here? Are you here to bully a child?"
After hearing this, the old woman selling candied haws, who was very familiar with her, walked over and said, "Girl, looking at you walking out of Jinghuafang, could you be one of the embroiderers there too? But why do you look a little unfamiliar to me?"
Du Juan was speechless for a moment, her mind was racing, and then she said, "The old lady doesn't know something. I had a lung disease the day before yesterday. I rested for a few days, so I may not see you much. I haven't been to Jinghuafang for some time."
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"I just heard what the girl said, do you really not know how famous Jinghuafang is in Daming Mansion?" the old woman asked, but hearing the word Daming Mansion, Du Juan once again confirmed that the current dynasty is the Song Dynasty, and Daming Mansion is the current capital.
When I returned to the dream, I had some connections.
"I don't know why, after this lung disease, there are always times when I can't remember the past, but about the current reputation of Jinghuafang, old lady, I would like to hear the details." Du Juan looked at the little girl, what she wanted to know more was this
The little girl's life experience, from the brief exchange of eyes just now, her agility seems familiar.
The old woman stopped asking questions and handed a bunch of candied haws to the little girl. She said, "The little girl has been here for more than a month. She comes here with different dolls every day. But the people here have different identities."
The dignitaries, even an apprentice, may be relatives of the princes and nobles. I heard that some came specially from Bianjing. If you want to say why, you have to talk about Jinghuafang, which is a famous silk sculpture workshop in Bianjing.
Needless to say, the dolls made in Daming Mansion were all shipped directly to the Imperial City of Bianjing. But everything has its regrets. No one knew the origin of Jinghuafang. They only knew that it was for the royal family. Who knew that it was even connected to the royal palace?
Which nobleman from the Daming Mansion is talking about? Even the rules are in accordance with the palace, and everyone is afraid, let alone causing trouble, so those embroiderers just now were so indifferent."
"How can they still make silk children with feelings if they are so indifferent?"
"Hey." The old woman hurriedly stepped forward and stopped Du Juan, "How can you say that about your old employer? The way you are dressed now, you are an embroiderer from Jinghuafang. Take my advice and go in quickly. The officers and soldiers will find out later.
, it would be troublesome."
"The officers and soldiers still take care of the affairs in the workshop?"
"Half of the people here are relatives of the emperor. The officers and soldiers are here to protect them."
So what kind of freedom is there, if it is completely under surveillance? No! Jinghuafang cannot be destroyed in their hands like this, this place should be free.
"Who! How dare you make noise outside the door!" The voice of the high boots was sonorous and powerful. Du Juan heard it before she turned around. Then she saw the old woman hurriedly clearing up the stall and gesturing towards Du Juan.
