On the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, the eve of the Spring Festival, the New Year in Suzhou has passed, and every household has begun to prepare for the Spring Festival. People in the market do not give back, and every door is decorated with lanterns. Spring couplets, lanterns and other items are everywhere
It can be seen that there is also a certain atmosphere of solar terms in Hero Manor. The servants in the manor have begun to make arrangements. Even if Xia Shang did not interfere, there is still no carelessness in what should be done before the Spring Festival.
Today is an important day for Xia Shang. Not only will Ruo Chujian appear in Shangshangju today, but Chunjiao, who was out on business, has also come back and brought back good news. The most important thing is that she received
A letter from home states that his wife Qin Huairou has crossed the border of Changzhou and will arrive in Suzhou to meet her in two days.
Xia Shang originally wanted to return to Yangzhou, but things in Suzhou couldn't escape him. He once mentioned in his letter that he wanted Qin Huairou to celebrate the New Year in Yangzhou, and then look for opportunities to return to Yangzhou to see her after he was free at the beginning of the new year. Of course, he didn't go back to Yangzhou for more than half a year.
After seeing his wife, Xia Shang missed her very much, but the key was that she was pregnant and could not travel. For the sake of his wife and children, Xia Shang had repeatedly warned his wife not to come to Suzhou.
But Xia Shang still saw clearly the importance that the ancients attached to the Spring Festival reunion. Qin Huairou would rather come to Suzhou and travel for half a month to meet her husband before the Spring Festival, so she didn't even tell Xia Shang when she set off from Yangzhou.
, I knew I had passed Changzhou and was about to arrive in Suzhou before the letter arrived.
When Xia Shang saw the family letter for the first time, he was both angry and in love. After a while, he felt deep thoughts and full of warmth.
Although it was snowing on the morning of the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, Xia Shang, who had read letters from home, felt that his fortune would be good today, so he went straight to Shangshangju with great joy.
This morning, there was already a sea of people in front of Shang Shang Ju's door. Everyone was waiting for the appearance of the girl Ruo Chu Jian. The question that had troubled the world for a whole year was finally solved. Who wrote "A Dream of Red Mansions"? Then
Is Mr. Cao, who is admired by thousands of people, really a woman? And she was born in a brothel?
Outside the upper bureau, a long queue of literati and scholars lined up all the way to the end of the street, with countless girls among them looking around with mixed feelings.
This is a unique sight. Several old gentlemen on the street were stroking their long beards and sighing with emotion.
"The long river, the long history, how many famous works have been produced throughout the ages? How many scientific and educational classics are there? There are thousands of students in the world, how many of them want to read it carefully? Think about it carefully? That is the treasure left by many generations of predecessors.
?Why can’t it be as good as the Red Mansion full of nonsense?”
"Yes, the world is declining. These young students only care about admiring flowers and the moon, catching wind and shadows. Who really thinks about those handed down classics? Will the future of China be protected by such a group of people? In the near future, the country will not be
Our country is in great danger!"
"A fictitious Cao Xueqin actually caused such a scene. If Cao Xueqin was really born from a brothel girl, how could the thousands of talented people in our huge country have any face?"
"Why……"
A series of frequent sighs contains the infinite sorrow of several old people.
And at this time, several young men behind him wanted to bypass some old men and go to the front, but they were blocked by several old men behind them. One of them even cursed angrily: "You, the future generations.
, How come I didn’t know there was someone who came first? I and the others arrived here at dawn and were waiting!"
The young man was startled: "Oh? It turns out that these old gentlemen are also of the same mind. It's disrespectful."
The old gentleman sighed and wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to explain, so he simply didn't say anything.
Today, Shang Shang Ju is in trouble. The door has already been closed to prevent others from entering. You can go in if you want.
The standing ticket is 100 taels, and the seated ticket is 300 taels. If you want a table, it starts from 1,000 taels. And each table has different seats, and the price is also different. The highest price is 3,000 taels per person.
Despite this, tickets to enter Shang Shang Ju are still hard to come by. Some people can’t get in even with money, so there are also some scalpers who scalp the tickets in the crowd.
Before Xia Shang reached the street where Shang Shang lived, he could no longer take the carriage and had to walk into the crowd.
Today's scene really scared Xia Shang. He had never thought that such a scene would happen. This was simply more popular than watching a celebrity's concert in his previous life.
He was still one mile away from Shangshangju, and his not-so-tall figure was quickly lost in the crowd.
After walking a few strenuous steps, someone gently turned Xia Shang's hand and said in a low voice: "Brother, do you want admission and standing tickets? They have already been sold for three hundred taels each.
I think your equipment is extraordinary, so how about I give you a discount of one hundred and fifty taels?"
Xia Shang glanced at him and ignored him, but he heard that someone fell into the river not far away. He said that the canal fence beside the street had been collapsed by someone. Many people fell into the river, and the street immediately became more serious.
confusion.
In the flower building in the distance, Ruo Ruo was already well-dressed when we first saw him, like a fairy who had just emerged from the world, staring blankly at the window. Outside the door were the guests' shouts, and there were all kinds of people in the building.
The people in the building are also in chaos. The girls have all joined the team to maintain order in the building. Today everyone is serving Ruo Chujian.
No one expected that in just a few days, the popularity of Ruo First Meeting would be so high that no one was even willing to believe that "Dream of Red Mansions" was written by a girl.
Originally, Chu Jian was still in the middle and lower ranks of the superior Qinghuang people. Now that the outside world has so loudly called for it, the old bustard naturally wants to follow the trend and directly classify Ruo Chujian into the upper class.
No one has trouble with money. The money collected from tickets alone today is more than the previous ten days. Who cares if Ruo Chujian is just a contract employee?
The madam was happy, and the one thousand taels she received was solid, because even if she was discovered, no one would care about it, especially the owner. This risk she took made the house tens of thousands of taels.
It's a great achievement.
Now, if Chu Jian is the madam's favorite, there are four girls dedicated to serving Chu Jian, but Chu Jian doesn't like such treatment, and the maids who serve her are not allowed to come in, and she is the only one left in the room.
Today is a special day. Ruo Ruo was a little uneasy when he first met. He looked out the window at the long queue and thought of his son. But there were too many people downstairs, so where should he look for his son?
"With such a long queue, when will Young Master be able to squeeze in?"
If I first met you, you were mumbling in front of the window, your face full of sadness.
At this time, the door opened, and a well-behaved little maid shouted: "It's almost time to see my sister for the first time. Mom asked me to help my sister take care of herself. It's time to go out."
Chu Jian frowned: "Where is my young master?"
"Tui'er and Lian'er went out to look for it, but they haven't found it yet."
"Tell mom, I won't go out until I see my son." (To be continued)