(There are only a few tickets left, but Chang Hei blames him. Can everyone bear to watch the tragedy happen? Please recommend votes!!!)
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But to Lin Qing'er's surprise, Wang Xian quickly put aside his frustration and seriously asked her for the correct pronunciation.
Lin Qing'er was very happy to have something better than him. The Mandarin of Ming Dynasty is also called Jianghuai Mandarin. It is not as soft as Wu dialect, not as hard as Cantonese, and not as rough and crude as Northern dialect. As the official language of Ming Dynasty, it is more upright and more upright than
The Mandarin of the Central Plains has been transformed by Mongolians and Yuanmen into an elegant style.
Scholars and businessmen in this era had to learn Mandarin, because dialects differed from place to place, especially in the south, and even within one province there were several dialects, which sounded like bird song to outsiders. Only by being able to speak Mandarin could one communicate with the local people.
Exchanges between gentry and officials.
To put it bluntly, Mandarin is the language of the upper class. If you don’t speak Mandarin, you won’t be able to squeeze into the upper class.
The Lin family has a long history of learning. Miss Lin can speak standard Jianghuai Mandarin and is an easy teacher. Wang Xian is very perceptive and studies very seriously, which gives Teacher Lin great satisfaction.
Just learning and teaching along the way, a day passed before I knew it. In the afternoon, the awning boat arrived at Qianqing Town, twenty miles northwest of Shaoxing.
After disembarking the boat at the pier, Tian Qi went to the salt department in the town to get a ticket for the visit. Although the salt farm was not a jail, the entry and exit restrictions were not much different, and trespassers would be charged with stealing official salt.
When it got dark, Tian Qi got the tickets, but today they couldn't visit, so the three of them had to rest in the town.
It was so late and there were no sliding poles available for hire at the dock. Tian Qi had no choice but to say to Lin Qing'er: "Girl, help me drive him to the shore, and then we can go to the inn to stay."
Lin Qing'er's face turned red, and she secretly complained that Uncle Qi was ignorant and refused to be intimate with men and women. How could you let me, a big girl, help him? But she couldn't say it out loud, so she had to endure the shame and talk to Tian Qi.
One person on each side set up Wang Xian.
Wang Xian was half a head taller than Lin Qing'er. He stood up and put his arm on her shoulders, as if he was hugging her.
Lin Qing'er's face was hot, her heart was beating out of her throat, her feet felt like they were stepping on cotton, and she didn't know how to help her ashore.
Fortunately, when they got ashore, Uncle Qi carried Wang Xian on his back without Lin Qing'er's help. When they arrived at the inn in the town, they asked for two guest rooms. Uncle Qi asked in a low voice: "Girl, should I sleep with Brother Wang?"
Just one room."
Lin Qing'er was trembling with anger. Could it be that I sleep with him in the same room?
There was no conversation all night. Early the next morning, Uncle Qi said to Lin Qing'er: "Miss, wait for the news at the inn. Brother Wang and I will go and we will be back in the afternoon."
Only then did Lin Qing'er realize that letting two people into the salt field was already the limit. She smiled bitterly in her heart and asked, "Then what am I here for?"
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Tian Qi carried Wang Xian to the gate of the salt farm outside the town. He first checked the ticket and the road guide at the Zandian Office. In fact, Wang Xian did not have a road guide, but Tian Qi used the money and it was the same. After being released, the two of them went to Ding in the same place.
Under the guidance of the guide, we entered the endless Qianqing Salt Field.
At first glance, the place is open and flat, with criss-crossing streets and square salt fields. People work in the fields and walk on the fields, much like the paddy fields in the south of the Yangtze River.
Looking at the waterwheels, the reeds in the distance, and smelling the salty smell in the air, Wang Xian felt very comfortable. It was of course comfortable to be carried on his back without having to walk...
Field Ding led Tian Qi through several salt fields, which made Uncle Qi sweat and pant before arriving at a salt drying field. Field Ding said to the busy servant: "Where is the king's head?"
"I'm resting in the reed marsh." The servant was barefoot and bare-backed, holding a big rake, and was tanned all over. After speaking, he shouted to the prodigal: "Prince, Master Qian is here!"
"Master Qian is a rare guest..." Several men stood up in the reed swamp. One of them was a middle-aged man in his early forties. He had the same round face and thick lips as Wang Gui, and looked honest and honest. He was the brother of the two brothers.
Dad Wang Xingye. I saw him smiling before he opened his mouth. His words were full of affection, "Come in and have a rest. This trip is really far."
The old man's attitude towards him was obviously different from that of other people. He smiled and said, "Your son is here to give you winter clothes."
"Uh..." Wang Tou saw Tian Qi and the baggage in his hand. He was stunned for a moment. The people on the side shouted: "Wang Tou, do you have such a big son?"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Wang Tou glared at them, and apologized to Tian Qi: "Don't worry about it, Lao Qi. They are a bunch of thieves working with the army. They talk like farts and stink." When meeting the same enemy, my father's performance was comparable to my mother's.
Much stronger.
Tian Qi smiled and turned his head, revealing Wang Xian's face, "Dad, it's me..."
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The three of them entered the reed swamp and saw that there was a cave inside. The saltmen cut out an open space in the swamp, covered it with thick reeds, and then built a shed to provide shelter from the wind and rain.
Wang Xian saw that in the best shed, there was a low table with several porcelain bowls on it. In the bowls were fennel beans, mixed kelp, drunk shrimp, pickled fish, and a jar of rice wine. Looking at the chopsticks and wine cups around,
Dominoes and fish bones, obviously dad was drinking and playing cards with someone just now...
Wang Xian was speechless at that time. Before coming, he had imagined various tragic situations for his father and was already prepared for the horror. He was still struggling with whether to shed tears, whether to cry silently or to cry loudly, but at this moment, he was confused.
I can't close my mouth. May I ask, are you doing a labor camp or on vacation?
Father Wang was a little embarrassed. His son dragged his sick body to see him, but he was here drinking wine and playing cards. It really didn't look right, so he had to laugh and said: "It's hard to have fun, and to have fun in hard work."
He picked up his son on his back and said to one of his subordinates: "Hurry up and get two hot dishes and have a few drinks with Mr. Qian and Brother Tian." When he came in, he had money on him and a friend who had sold favors when he was a prisoner.
, I worked as a clerk here, so I became the kitchen director of this area as soon as I came here, and I basically never went to the fields to dry salt.
But he knows how to be a good person, and he tries to make ends meet, so no one is particularly unhappy.
Everyone knew that Wang Tou's son was definitely not being carried to him to give him winter clothes. He must have something to say, so he just drank and let the father and son talk far away.
Father Wang carried Wang Xian on his back to a deserted place on the beach. After a while, he asked in a low voice: "Why did you do this?"
Father Wang receives letters from home every month saying he is safe, but he knows nothing about his son being almost beaten to death, the family being in deep debt, and his daughter-in-law running back to her parents' home.
After Wang Xian finished telling what happened in the past six months, he whispered: "Mom may have thought that my father was working hard here and couldn't be of much help, so I could only worry in vain, so I didn't say anything."
"Alas..." Father Wang sighed. He knew why his son had that expression just now.
He carried Wang Xian silently all the way to the beach and found a big stone for him to sit on. Mr. Wang slowly stood up straight and sighed: "Your mother looks smart, but she is actually a fool. She
If you tell me, I can always get her money." As he spoke, he glanced at Wang Xian, with a fierce look in his eyes: "Who dared to touch my son after taking advantage of the leopard's courage?"
Wang Xian almost burst into tears. He said to himself, no wonder a guy like Wang Er dreams of wanting his father to come home. It is so good to have the feeling of a father...
"Speak!" Dad urged.
"I don't know, they are six big and round people from other counties," Wang Xian said softly, "but they should be related to the Zhao family."
"..." When he heard the word 'Zhao family', the coldness in Mr. Wang's eyes grew tenfold. His fists clenched loudly. After a long time, he took a deep breath and asked, "Why did the Zhao family want to set up a family?"
Are you going to die?"
"Because..." Wang Xian lowered his head and said, "The child is looking for someone to write a complaint and wants to avenge his father... Oops!" Before he could finish his words, he was punched on the head. The pain made him shed tears, and he hurriedly raised his hands.
Hold your head.
"You bastard brat, you don't even look at how many bowls of rice you have eaten, and you still want to imitate others and overturn the verdict!" The father was so angry that his beard stood straight: "If I hadn't seen that you were still sick, I would have cut you into eight pieces!"
"Dad, Chen Zhixian's father has been imprisoned and died..." Wang Xian held his head and said, "Lin Rongxing also wants Qiu Houwen to behead him."
"Alas..." The old man suddenly became depressed. Wang Xian's guess was not wrong at all. Back then, he wanted to protect Chen Zhixian County even after being severely punished. He was counting on Chen Zhixian County's father, the notorious Zuodu Censor who shocked the ancient times.
Chen Ying can save her son and give herself a hand at the same time. This choice is not wrong at all, but Chen Ying's downfall has made herself a joke.
The so-called "creating capable people" is nothing more than this.
"Dad, you were wronged." Wang Xian said softly.
"Nonsense." Dad curled his lips and said. "Dad, I never accept money from sins. I'm just afraid that retribution will befall you."
"Lin Xiucai was also wronged." Wang Xian said again.
"Yeah." At this point, my father couldn't help but say: "He's like a bear and can kill people. He can't even kill a chicken."
"That female body was not his wife at all, but was killed by a wealthy family upstream!" Wang Xian continued.
"Eh..." Dad looked surprised and said, "How do you know?"
"In the Ming Dynasty, the people were registered as households, and the Lijia and the Lijia were mutual guarantees. The missing persons of the small families could not be concealed at all. My father had been searching for so long, but there was no news. This means that the deceased must have been in the compound of the deep house."
"What else do you know?" The father couldn't help but look at Wang Xian again. Is this still his son?
"I also know that this murderer secretly coerced the Zhao family to file a complaint in order to avoid being traced to him, because he knew that He Kuan had a grudge against Chen Zhixian and would definitely put him to death as long as there was a chance!"
"Yes!" The father patted his son's thigh and said, "That's what the turtle grandson had in mind!" After speaking, he sighed and said, "You know what's the use? It's a conspiracy. It's already confirmed."
Wang Xian gritted his teeth in pain and said, "But Lin Rongxing's wife is probably not dead!"
"What?" Dad was shocked again and said, "How is that possible?"
"It's very possible..." Wang Xian said in a deep voice, "I heard that Zhao Meiniang is a well-known beauty."
"She's beautiful, but she's too slutty, otherwise Lin Xiucai wouldn't have beaten her." Dad said lustfully.
"Now that everyone thinks she is dead and the case is over, what reason does the murderer behind the scenes have to kill her?" Wang Xian said leisurely: "If a person dies in the family, since he can hide it, of course he can also hide it.