The ancients said: "The sachet is secretly solved, the belt is lightly divided."
In the Ming Dynasty, sachets were mostly associated with private property. Most of the sachets are exquisitely made and are deeply loved by young men and women. They are often used as personal belongings or as gifts or tokens to each other. In the 74th chapter of "Dream of Red Mansions", the silly eldest sister picked up a 'Ten Brocade Spring Sachet', which then caused inspection in the Grand View Garden. While searching, they also found a baggage from Wang Shanbao's granddaughter Siqi's box. Inside was a post with the words "Tongxinruyi" and a single word on it. There is a message on the sticker: "I am sending you a sachet to express my feelings." 'What is said here is probably the activities between men and women that cannot be talked about to outsiders.
This kind of sachet will be used as evidence of private conferment. If trouble breaks out, it will be difficult to clean up by jumping into the Yellow River.
So, looking at the sachet that was stuffed into the crack of the door, Zhu Pingan bent down to pick it up with a wry smile, then opened the door and put the sachet back on the window sill next door.
After returning to the room again, Zhu Ping'an closed the door and sealed the door tightly with the futon in the room.
As if playing hide-and-seek, not long after Zhu Ping'an returned to the room, the door started to get rusty again. However, because the crack in the door was tightly stuffed, the other party was unable to stuff the sachet in again this time.
It was finally quiet.
Zhu Ping'an used the light to sit down at his desk and record what he had seen over the past few days, then took out a book and read it silently.
The temple walls are thin and not soundproof.
After a while, there was another sound from the next room. The wall was tapped a few times. After a while, there was an exaggerated sound of playing in the water and taking a bath...
Zhu Ping'an was unmoved and continued to read his book until he felt so sleepy that he couldn't control himself, then he turned off the oil lamp and fell asleep.
In the early morning of the next day, Zhu Pingan got up early, packed everything, and then went down the mountain and continued on his way.
When the daughter of the Wang family next door got up, dressed and dressed up, knocked on Zhu Pingan's door, and invited Zhu Pingan to have breakfast with her family, she found that Zhu Pingan had gone and the room was empty.
"This nerd!"
Looking at the empty room. The Wang girl's face turned dark with anger. The scholars she met before were always peeking at her, but this nerd was better. Wherever he went, he looked like a standard nerd who wouldn't look at anything inappropriate. Is he not a man if he is so incomprehensible? ! Or is it that that little idiot doesn't know anything about men and women?
It’s all dad’s fault, I have to do it myself!
The girl from the Wang family stomped her feet in shame and annoyance, twisted her waist and returned to her room. However, dad will definitely blame himself for not being as good as his sister!
Went down to Longquan Mountain. Zhu Ping'an rode all the way north, sleeping in the open air. After days of traveling, his whole body became much darker and thinner, but he also became much stronger. If he didn't wear a student uniform, few people would associate Zhu Pingan with a scholar. Judging from his appearance alone, he looks like a standard simple farmer.
The clothes I wore had been washed several times and became plain and inconspicuous.
Believe it at this time. There will never be another place as favored by girls as the Longquan Ancient Temple.
The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu;
Thousands of households are always replacing old talismans with new peaches.
Today is New Year's Eve. The shining stars and moon are dotted in the dark night, looking particularly bright and moving.
Zhu Ping'an was sitting at a desk by the window of an inn in the ancient city of Chengwu County, looking at the bright night sky outside the window, listening to the endless firecrackers and the cheering sounds of naughty children outside, and couldn't help but miss his family far away in Xiahe Village.
Although this year’s Chinese New Year is missing me, there is more sister-in-law. Parents should also be very happy.
It’s another night to write and study ink.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Zhu Ping'an continued on his way, enjoying the northern scenery along the way. But after walking for two days, I met a lot of ragged refugees on the road. They were carrying their wives and children, with hungry faces. They were in twos and threes at first, and then they were in groups.
"The county is closed. We can only try our luck in other counties."
"Damn dog officer, the grain in the granary is infested with moths, and he won't let us eat it."
"Kill with a Thousand Swords..."
Zhu Ping'an could hear the voices of refugees cursing the county magistrates from time to time while walking on the road. He asked an old man and learned the outline of the matter: The Yellow River's water flow had greatly reduced in winter in the past. For some reason, the water volume did not decrease much this year, and the Yellow River ice floes The upstream river channel was blocked, forming a barrier lake. The dam could not bear it and overflowed. The Juye and Jiaxiang areas were the most severely affected. There had never been severe disasters in winter in the past. Residents and officials did not take precautions. They were caught off guard and suffered even more severe disasters.
The people affected by the disaster in Juye went north to the county town to seek food and shelter, but the county officials closed the city gates and set up roadblocks to prevent the victims from entering Juye. In desperation, the victims had no choice but to go south to find a way to survive. Along the way, the bark of the trees was peeled off to satisfy their hunger. There were so many victims that it was impossible to see them all.
Fortunately, it had just been a few days since the Yellow River flooded. Zhu Ping'an encountered only the first group of victims. The prestigious elders and village leaders among the victims were still able to control the victims, and the victims were relatively orderly.
Despite this, many people still looked at Zhu Pingan, who was riding a horse and carrying a package, with a green light like a wolf.
After Zhu Ping'an gave more than half of the dried meat and dry food he carried to the leading elders and village leaders among the villagers, he decisively turned his horse's head, whipped his horse and walked south in front of the victims, and then turned around And head east for a few days, bypassing the disaster-stricken area far away before continuing north.
A gentleman does not build a dangerous wall, and he cannot tolerate the kindness of a woman at this time.
But in the next few days, scenes of hungry people chewing tree bark and pulling out grass roots replayed before their eyes. The hungry people in the front still had bark and grass roots to eat, but what about the hungry people behind?
When it prospers, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer.
Only by witnessing this scene can we understand the poet's emotion at that time.
Along the way, we continued north. After a few days, the melancholy gradually dissipated. For more than a month, we passed through Qufu, Tai'an, Jinan, Cangzhou, and finally arrived at Tianjin Wei.
If the capital is at the feet of the emperor, Tianjinwei is just one step away. It was here that King Zhu Di of Yan crossed the Grand Canal and went south to fight for the throne. After Zhu Di became emperor, in order to commemorate the "Battle of Jingnan", the place was renamed Tianjin on November 21, the second year of Yongle, which means the ferry where the emperor passed.
Tianjin Wei was a military establishment, but at this time there was a mixture of soldiers and civilians here, but because it was close to the capital, it was still prosperous.
After Zhu Pingan entered Tianjin, he went to the inn, but came back disappointed.
This is the foot of the emperor, and the post station is busy. Officials coming out of the capital and officials from other places going to the capital to report on their duties have already filled the inn. The inn really looks down upon Zhu Ping'an, a small official.
"It's ridiculous that a small person wants to live in a post station." An official who went to the capital from the local area to report on his work ridiculed Zhu Ping'an.
The officials at the inn also looked sideways.
Isn't it necessary?
Zhu Ping'an led the horse back to the inn, smiled and shook his head, then got on his horse and went to find an inn to stay. (To be continued.)
