Early the next morning, before dawn, Zhao Xin went out with a big bag on his back. Lu Shoushan waited for him to leave and gently closed the courtyard door.
Because of the unexpected incident involving Cai Jiashu and his son, Zhao Xin's original deployment was disrupted; in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Xu Dayong, who was in charge of sentry surveillance during the operation to eradicate Cai Jiashu and his son, could only follow him northward. His original mission was to buy a boat worth several hundred dan in Shanghai to transport people to Flower and Bird Island.
There are also shipyards here in Yangzhou, but considering that shipbuilding takes time, Zhao Xin can only find another way.
Zhao Xin was worried that he might fall into a ditch or well when he returned to modern times from Yangzhou City. So according to what I learned from Ah Si last night, I quickly arrived at the gate of Tianning Temple, which was very close to their residence.
This temple has been turned into an antique market in Yangzhou in another time and space, and Zhao Xin has been there several times. No matter whether it has been overhauled or not, at least the location of the mountain gate has not changed. There should be no big problem in returning to modern times from here. When he arrived at the gate of Tianning Temple, the temple gate had not yet opened and there were no pedestrians on the street.
Zhao Xin leaned against the wall, looking back and forth, taking off the melon cap and fake braids on his head and stuffing them into his backpack, and then took out a baseball cap and put it on. Then he quickly took off his long shirt, which contained the shirt and trousers he had changed into before going out.
At this time, several coughs suddenly came from the far corner of the street. Zhao Xin was so frightened that he immediately touched the jade pendant in his collar. In the blink of an eye, he had returned to the modern city of Yangzhou. Zhao Xin hurriedly took out his phone from his bag, turned it on and checked for a while. After confirming the model of boat he wanted to buy, he called his cousin.
After the call was connected, Zhao Xin asked his cousin to go to a certain city in the south within five days to buy a certain model of inland river-class high-speed official boat. No formalities were required for the time being. Just rent a temporary warehouse locally, transport the official boat there, and don't worry about anything else. After a month, return the warehouse.
After listening to his cousin's instructions with sleepy eyes, Cheng Wen quickly got up and found paper and pen to write down. After repeating it to confirm that it was correct, he asked: "Brother, what are you busy with? You always turn off your phone when I call."
"Don't ask so many questions. Just finish this for me first and wait until I get back." Zhao Xin hung up the phone and turned off the phone.
It was just getting dark at this time, and there were only cleaners sweeping the floors on the street, and occasionally a few cars passed by. He hid in the bushes at the entrance of Tianning Temple, took out the fake pigtails and gown from his bag and put them on, and in the blink of an eye he was back in the eighteenth century.
When Zhao Xin came back, he was about to take a step when he felt his foot slip and he fell down. Then he found himself sitting in a pile of cow dung that smelled fresh, and his body and hands were all covered in it.
"Holy crap! Which grandson did this! This is so wicked!"
Not far away, a farmer leading a cow heard the curses coming from behind and quickly quickened his pace.
"Coming, coming." Xu Dayong was awakened by the knock on the door and hurriedly put on his clothes and came out to open the door. When he saw it was Zhao Xin, just as he was about to speak, a strong smell almost killed him.
"Old... ugh! What's wrong with you?"
Zhao Xin glared at him angrily, took off his two cloth shoes stained with fresh cow dung and threw them outside the door. He whispered to Xu Dayong: "Where is the well? Take me there quickly."
Liu Siting slept well that night. She was woken up by the sound of birds in the yard outside the house at dawn. She got dressed, picked up the toiletries, and prepared to brush her teeth.
When I walked to the yard where the well was in the backyard, I saw a pool of water on the ground, and there was an indescribable stench in the air. Xu Dayong was carrying water from the well and washing the ground.
"Why is it so smelly?" Liu Siting asked Xu Dayong.
"Ah! I don't know about this. Maybe the latrine next door is overflowing. I heard the next door yelling just now." Xu Dayong laughed quickly when he thought of Zhao Xin's vicious instructions just now.
"The hygiene in ancient times is really bad! This is still Yangzhou. I won't come here again. Hey, where are you going so early in the morning?"
"Ah! Oh, I came here to fetch water in the morning and saw bird droppings on the ground. I was afraid that you gentlemen might step on it accidentally. Doctor Liu, the ground is slippery. Please go back to the house. I will send you water later."
"Okay. Thank you. I don't know when breakfast will be delivered. I'm a little hungry."
Liu Siting muttered, turned around and just walked out of the yard when she met Zhao Xin head-on. "I said you got up early enough."
"Hey, I got up when I heard the birds chirping. Have you finished washing? Huh? Why does it smell so bad?" Zhao Xin asked, covering his nose.
"That's right. Dayong said it might be that the hut next door is broken."
"Really? This was not good in ancient times." Zhao Xin said with a smile, and turned his head to Xu Dayong who was fetching water and said: "Thank you for your hard work, Dayong!"
"Ah!" Xu Dayong was so excited that the barrel in his hand almost fell into the well. "No, no, not hard."
Liu Siting took a look at Zhao Xin and saw that he was wearing a crew-neck shirt and a pair of jeans, so she asked strangely: "Why don't you wear a long shirt?"
"Oh. I forgot. Look at my memory. I'm going back to change clothes first. I'll see you later."
Zhao Xin waited for Liu Siting to go away, glanced at Xu Dayong, and then turned around and went to the concierge. He asked Pan Xiucheng to find three incense sticks and an incense burner from the house, light them, insert them, and place them in the "Fu Temple" on the wall.
Lu Shoushan went to the morning market outside early in the morning to buy Sansheng fruits. In the morning, everyone had to pay homage to the souls of the dead in the Dongtai Literary Prison. This was not something to be done carelessly.
Not long after breakfast, Shen Jingdan and Lao Huang arrived; Ah Si who followed them carried a big bag filled with money.
Without saying a few words, everyone went to Sanjin's courtyard in the west wing together. According to Shen Jingdan, this courtyard was originally used to house a Buddhist temple, so it is appropriate to hold memorial ceremonies here.
Lu Shoushan and Pan Xiucheng arranged the prepared incense flowers and candles, and placed a pig's head, a grass carp, a sheep's head and two plates of fruits in front of the memorial tablet. In the Qing Dynasty, cattle could not be killed casually, so most people used fish instead.
The spiritual tablet was carved out of wood by Lu Shoushan on a sand boat on the way here. This thing has to be disposed of after use, and no evidence can be left behind. The heads of Cai's father and son and housekeeper Tong Zhilin were placed among the three animals and the spiritual tablets.
Director Liu Da disliked this bloody ancient ritual very much, so she refused to participate. But the other men couldn't avoid it, so they had to follow him.
Since it is a memorial ceremony, a memorial text needs to be written. But as ancient people, Shen Jingdan and Lao Huang were not very good at writing. Shen Jingdan mentioned this matter on the ship, but he also explained that it was too difficult for him to write the memorial.
You can't go out and find someone to write this matter for you. Who dares to write a memorial for a traitor to the imperial court?
There was no other way, so Zhao Xin had no choice but to hurry up and put it on the shelves and do it himself. Fortunately, he had read "Longgang Qianbiao", which is known as one of the three major sacrificial texts in ancient China, and still remembered the beginning, so he imitated Ouyang Xiu's tone and wrote a copy of it. After seeing it, Shen Jingdan was surprised and said that he didn't expect Zhao Xin to be able to do this.
"Woohoo! Only Xiaowengong's family of the Xu family in Dongtai Tuancha has been brutally massacred in the Manchu Literary Prison for six years. His servants Lu Shoushan and Pan Xiucheng began to pay homage to Yangzhou. If you don't dare to slow down, you have to wait for it.
The Xu family is unfortunate to be neighbors with the Cai family..."
Zhao Xin's memorial text basically copied Ouyang Xiu's "Longgang Qianbiao", describing Xu Shukui as noble and upright, and describing the Manchu and Cai families as despicable.
Liu Sheng and other modern people have never been exposed to this kind of thing. They were confused when they heard Zhao Xin standing aside and babbling. Shen Jingdan couldn't help but nod in approval, and Lao Huang also looked confused. Lu Shoushan and Pan Xiucheng knelt in front of the soul and sobbed deeply.
Just listen to Zhao Xin's last words: "Wow! All evildoers will be punished, and there will be delays and delays. This is normal. But the Xu family and the Shen family in Dongtai have been wronged for six years. Although they cannot be punished, it is enough. It will be seen in the future generations, and they will eventually get the snow. Now I offer the heads of the three thieves, and I hope that the spirits in heaven will protect their descendants."
After Zhao Xin finished reciting, he burned the sacrificial text in the brazier under the table. Unexpectedly, as soon as the memorial ceremony was finished, clouds suddenly gathered outside the house, and there was a faint rumble of thunder in the sky. After a while, a heavy downpour fell.
Seeing the scene outside the house, everyone present looked at each other in shock. Liu Sheng and others thought that they had even traveled to the 18th century, so something strange would be nothing new.
Lao Huang murmured: "My mother! I really feel it!" After saying that, he looked at Zhao Xin blankly.
Lu Shoushan and Pan Xiucheng were crying loudly. They knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the spiritual throne, and then kowtowed to Zhao Xin again and again.
Shen Jingdan's face was full of tears at this time. He bowed to Zhao Xinshen, stood up and said: "Yangzhou Shen Zhengtong, on behalf of the Dongtai Shen family, would like to thank Mr. Zhao for the memorial tribute. I think my brother Shen's family can rest in peace in heaven."
The heavy rain stopped after a while, and soon the sun was shining brightly again. After returning to the front hall of the main room and sitting down, everyone still looked at Zhao Xin strangely.
"Why are you all looking at me?!" Zhao Xin felt very uncomfortable being looked at by everyone. Just kidding, a plagiarized memorial text can also trigger reactions from heaven and humans. Isn’t this nonsense!
Shen Jingdan had to make reservations for the boat and banquet in the evening, while Lao Huang had to check out his shop in the city, so the two of them left first and made an appointment to pick them up at the right time in the afternoon. Before leaving, he asked his servants Asi and Guisheng to accompany Zhao Xin and others. If he went out, he would take them with him so that they could be taken care of.
Zhao Xin opened the sack containing the money and saw that the copper coins inside were all tied into strings. He picked up a bunch and counted it. Each bunch was worth one hundred coins. So he took out more than a dozen strings of coins and gave them to Liu Sheng and others. But when he himself took a bunch and wanted to put it in his clothes, he remembered that he was wearing modern clothes. Xu Dayong had thrown away the long gown, trousers and cloth shoes stained with cow dung in the morning.
Guisheng, who was standing by the side, saw Zhao Xin stunned and suddenly said: "Mr. Zhao, you should have a purse when you go out."
"Oh? How do you say this?"
"When a noble man goes out, he never carries so much money with him. He usually lets his servants take it. Usually, he just puts some coins and broken silver in his purse."
Zhao Xindao: "Yeah. That makes sense. But I came in a hurry and didn't bring my wallet."
Guisheng said: "It's okay. Let's go east and pass Tianning Temple. There are shops on the roadside."
Liu Sheng on the side said: "Why bother, young man, can you just buy one for me?"
Guisheng looked embarrassed and said, "I just don't know what style Mr. Zhao likes."
Zhao Xindao: "It doesn't matter. How much does a purse cost?"
Guisheng cupped his hands and said, "It depends on the place of production and workmanship. Suzhou embroidery is more expensive, but the style is good. They range from a dozen taels to a hundred dollars."
"Well. In that case, let's buy a complete set. Then help me buy a bamboo cloth gown, a pair of trousers, a mandarin jacket, cloth shoes, and a hat, nothing too fancy."
After saying that, Bie took two pieces of silver from Liu Sheng, the size of a section of his thumb, handed them to Guisheng, and asked, "Are these enough?"
After Guisheng took it, he apologized again, looked up and down at Zhao Xin's height and feet, and said quickly: "It's enough, there's a lot left over."
"Okay, the remaining money after buying is yours."
Guisheng jumped up excitedly, bowed and bowed and went out. Nearly an hour later, Guisheng came back with the newly bought clothes, shoes and hats. Zhao Xin tried it on. The long gown, mandarin jacket and trousers fit perfectly. Even the shoes were a bit big, but they were still manageable. Guisheng noticed it and quickly took it back, saying that he would go to the shoe shop to exchange it immediately.
It was almost noon before Zhao Xin's clothes, shoes and hats were ready. The purse Guisheng bought was also very plain in appearance, without any dazzling embroidery. The sapphire blue satin surface was only embroidered with a few orchids with white silk thread.
Because Zhao Xin and others, except Wu Siyu, all had northern accents, so Ah Si ordered a table of small Manchu banquets from the shopping street across the Tianning Temple River. This meal opened the eyes of Zhao Xin and others.
Was there ever a banquet between Manchu and Han Dynasties in history? The answer is no. According to the records in the Qing Dynasty Huidian, the palace banquets hosted by Guanglu Temple only included Manchu banquets and Han banquets, and there was no such thing as a combined Manchu and Han banquet. As for the cutting-edge ingredients and shoddy workmanship used in Guanglu Temple’s cooking, it has become a joke between the government and the public (Guanglu Temple’s tea soup is one of the top ten ridiculous things in Beijing.)
However, historically there was a Man-Han banquet in Yangzhou, which was an official dish. Many dishes on the menu belong to Huaiyang cuisine. So some later generations suspected that Yangzhou cooks took advantage of the name of Huaiyang cuisine when Kangxi and Qianlong went to the south of the Yangtze River and greatly appreciated it. These dishes, which brought together delicacies from the mountains and seas of the world, were called Manchu and Han banquets.
The entire banquet includes ten No. 1 Five Gui Bowls, ten No. 2 Five Gui Bowls, ten thin white soup bowls, twenty woolen blood plates, twenty foreign dishes, twenty hot food and wine dishes, and twenty side dishes. Pieces, withered fruits are spread all over the table, and fresh fruits are spread all over the table.
Most people would not be able to eat so many dishes in one meal even if they were beaten to death. Therefore, merchants on Yangzhou Buying Street launched Xiao Manhan banquets suitable for small-scale gatherings.
Especially since the Mid-Autumn Festival has just passed, the crabs are getting fat, and the shark fin and crab soup per person is extremely enjoyable for everyone present; the Xishi milk made with puffer fish is also smooth and delicious; the Wensi tofu soup is so so-so, this is a must-see. Knife skills; as for bird's nest chicken shredded soup, sea cucumber braised pork tendon, fresh razor clam shredded radish soup, abalone braised loosestrife, these are also praised by everyone.
However, the braised bear paw with crucian carp tongue, which requires a lot of work and ingredients, is rarely popular. The main reason is that eating bear paw is like eating fat in the mouth, and it is sticky. Lu Shoushan and Pan Xiucheng had been following Zhao Xin for these days, and their stomachs were already full of oil and water, so they showed little interest after taking a bite. Xu Dayong saw that everyone stopped eating after taking a bite. He was surprised, this bear paw is a good thing, why didn't they eat it? So he put two tablespoons into his bowl and started to eat the dry rice.
"It's all yours." When Zhao Xin saw that Xu Dayong liked this, he quickly stood up and put the plate in front of him.
So, when the meal was coming to an end, Xu Dayong, who had eaten too much bear paw, had his mouth covered with the gelatin of the bear paw and almost suffocated to death. Everyone worked hard and applied hot towels to him for a long time before it melted away.
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