The Great Zhou Dynasty was the center of Kyushu, rich in resources, treasures and outstanding people.
Eighty years ago, Taizu Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty established the country, quelling the wars and disputes that had lasted for hundreds of years in the Central Plains. Four generations of monarchs expanded their territory and worked hard to govern, and finally ushered in a peaceful age of burning fire, flowers and brocade, and prosperity.
Shengjing was the capital of the Zhou Dynasty, with a dense population, abundant resources and abundant flowers.
Scholars from all over the world, businessmen from all over the world, and strange people and strangers continued to gather together, creating a scene of prosperity, prosperity for the people, and prosperity for the country.
As the New Year approaches, the streets are crowded with people and bustling with people. Various large shops have a wide range of goods and a constant flow of customers.
Whether they are commoners wearing coarse shorts, princes and grandsons wearing bright clothes, or scholars wearing Confucian robes, or officials wearing high crowns, their faces are filled with pride and confidence.
This is the inherent superiority of the people of the Zhou Dynasty.
"Sir, this face is so cute. Look, there are Hu Ji dancing over there. Their waists are twisted so much. I want to imitate it!"
Jiang Li and Chu Chu walked along the busiest streets in Shengjing City.
After Chu Chu entered the Hou Mansion, she almost completely lost her freedom. At this time, she was like a bird out of its cage, full of novelty about everything. She dragged Jiang Li with joy and chirped non-stop.
Her petite, pretty, innocent and charming appearance has attracted the attention and covetation of many people, including some with malicious eyes.
However, after seeing the snow deer leather clothes on Chu Chu's body and the extraordinary bearing of Jiang Li behind him, some self-proclaimed romantic disciples could only look back angrily.
Shengjing is a prosperous city, and it is not uncommon for people to wear luxurious furs everywhere.
Silver rats, sables, black foxes and lynx can be seen everywhere.
But Snow Deerskin is very special.
Although this product is not expensive, it comes from a single place. There is only the Xishan Paddock 500 miles outside Shengjing City, which is the only habitat of the snow deer.
Xishan Paddock, the hunting place of the Zhou royal family!
Being able to bring out heavy snow deer hides from the Xishan Paddock and make leather coats, one can imagine his identity and background.
"Sir, there are so many delicious foods here, but I really can't eat any more!"
Chuchu held the candied haws in her left hand, the candied fruit in her right hand, and a bag of pastries hanging on her wrist, but she looked at the freshly baked shortbread and her mouth was filled with excitement.
“If you can’t eat it, we’ll take it home to eat!”
Jiang Li took out a dozen copper coins, bought two shortbread cookies, tied them with paper, and hung them on Chuchu's other wrist.
"Young Master is so kind to me!"
Chuchu's eyes sparkled, feeling that his young master was really the best and most generous young master in the world.
In such a short time, I spent a whole tael of tattoo silver on her!
The two wandered all the way, only walking a third of the ten-mile street, and Chuchu was already covered with all kinds of pastries and snacks.
It’s not that Jiang Li doesn’t want to help, but Chu Chu is determined not to let it go: “Such chores are what slaves should do. The master is a scholar, how can he do such rough work? What’s more, these snacks are all bought by the master for the slaves. With a heavy feeling of joy in my heart.”
Jiang Li did not insist anymore. Now that he came to this world, he had to try to integrate into it.
For Chuchu, it was her responsibility to take good care of the young master. If Jiang Li insisted on helping, it would make Chuchu sad and feel abandoned by her own young master.
"Chuchu, let's go to Wenxinzhai!"
Jiang Li saw a shop on the street, his eyes moved, and he walked straight over with Chuchu.
Wenxinzhai is one of the four major study halls in Shengjing City. Although the shops along the street are not large, there is something wonderful inside.
The store extends back hundreds of meters and collects and sells hundreds of thousands of books. The number of volumes alone is almost comparable to the library of the Zhou royal family.
"Sir, let me wait for you outside!" Chuchu stopped outside Wenxinzhai.
Most of the people who come in and out of Wenxinzhai are Confucian scholars with academic titles and academic degrees. They wear long-sleeved Confucian robes and are elegant.
If Chuchu entered directly carrying snacks and pastries, he would definitely attract a lot of displeased looks.
"That's fine. You can wait for me at the restaurant opposite. I'll go find you after buying the books!"
Jiang Li said a few words, then parted ways with Chuchu and strolled into Wenxinzhai.
Different from the bookstores in Jiang Li's impression, Wenxinzhai's business model is quite novel.
The three-story building extending hundreds of meters above and below looks like a library.
All books are placed on the bookshelf in categories for customers to browse and search.
If you find a book you like, you can bring it to the counter in front of the store and pay for it together.
Only rare classics and documents are sold in special counters.
The Zhou Dynasty was a literate person, and the shopkeeper was not worried about anyone stealing books.
Jiang Li followed the signs on the guide board and walked up to the second floor to the historical records area, looking for modern history books about Beimang and the Great Zhou Dynasty.
I hope to find relevant records about my mother in these books.
"Young Master, please walk slower, Zajia's legs and feet are not very flexible and I can't keep up with you!"
The Great Zhou Dynasty emphasized Confucianism, and there are hundreds of books in the historical records area covering the past thirty years alone.
Jiang Li checked each book carefully, but a voice from behind attracted his attention.
He turned slightly sideways and saw an elegant scholar with red lips and white teeth, who was as elegant as jade carvings, holding a folding fan and clattering up the stairs, passing by him in a hurry.
Behind him was an old man in fine clothes with gray hair and a bloated body.
The old man had a pale face, a hoarse voice, and sparse eyebrows. He was breathing heavily as he walked hastily, and his back naturally maintained a slight forward posture.
As he passed by, he glanced at Jiang Li warily from the corner of his eye and hurried past.
"From the palace?"
Jiang Li glanced at it and stopped paying attention.
Shengjing is the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It has been eighty years since the founding of the country. The blood of the royal family has multiplied and the branches are luxuriant. It is normal to encounter the children of the royal family traveling in casual clothes on the street.
"These historical records contain detailed records of all the achievements that Emperor Jing has made since he succeeded to the throne. The battle at Jigu Temple seventeen years ago severely damaged Beimang's vitality, and Emperor Jing took back the Yunjing Eight Prefectures in one fell swoop.
"Such an achievement is no small feat. Why are all the historical records so secretive about the details?"
Jiang Li looked through all the relevant books on the bookshelf, but did not find any more information. Just when he was thinking about whether to go to other study rooms to explore, the elegant scholar who had passed by in a hurry came back angrily. .
"Why do the four major libraries in Shengjing sell mostly classics and historical texts? As the New Year approaches, they don't know how to buy more couplets. There are so many literati in the Zhou Dynasty, and I don't know how many nouns and good sentences are hidden among the people. As a result, they are sold out year after year. The couplets are all the same, old and clichéd. I thought that folk study halls would be more down-to-earth, but in the end they look just like the royal library!"
The elegant scholar looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, with dark eyebrows, a beautiful nose, and watery eyes and peach cheeks. He looked more like a beauty than a young master. He pouted and said angrily: "Father... what is wrong with my father's test? Why did he ask me if he is right?" How can one learn so many things with one head? Confucius said, "I remember my head is suffering, and the clouds are scattered. Do you think this is a match that a person can make?"
