I'll turn, I'll turn, I'll turn again!
Relying on her familiarity with the road, Fang Jingzhi made twists and turns, turning one intersection after another, and finally skillfully drilled through a hidden dog hole, and the Dinghuai Gate was right in front of her.
Dinghuai Gate is one of the thirteen Ming Dynasty capital city gates on the Nanjing Ming City Wall. It was built in the early Hongwu years of the Ming Dynasty and was named Ma'an Gate because it is close to Ma'anshan in the city. In the seventh year of Hongwu's reign in the Ming Dynasty, floods occurred in the Qinhuai River. In order to stabilize Qinhuai, Ma'anmen was renamed Dinghuaimen, and a thousand households were built together.
Dinghuai Gate is a single-hole city gate with a gate. There is a layer of stone arches on the outside of the gate, and above it is a city brick arch. Outside the gate is the mouth of the Sancha River, where the Qinhuai River flows into the river.
The area where Fang Jingzhi lives is right next to Dinghuai Gate. Logically speaking, this place is only one step away from the Qinhuai River. Even if it is not a place of great wealth and wealth, life should be stable and prosperous. However, the reality is that here It is a famous slum in Nanjing. The people who live here are either coolies on boats or poor people who want to join their relatives but have nowhere to go and end up becoming beggars.
Holding the whip and humming a tune, Fang Jingzhi finally stopped in front of a small courtyard after walking in circles for half a quarter of an hour.
This is his home, his home after coming to Ming Dynasty, a medium-sized courtyard.
The courtyard wall made of loess and the three thatched huts were the standard features of the poor in this era when only rich families used bricks and stones. However, compared to the fences and walls of other people, it could still be called a mansion.
The courtyard door was unlocked and opened with a slight push, revealing everything in the clean and tidy courtyard.
An old man was squatting by the well, washing mutton and vegetables, while a strong man in black was sweeping the fallen leaves in the yard with a broom.
Seeing Fang Jingzhi pushing open the door and entering, the two people quickly put down their work and came forward.
"Master, you are back!" The old man wiped his hands on his clothes and said with a simple smile.
The strong man in black followed Qi, and he also called out naively: "Master!"
Fang Jing looked the two of them up and down, and then sighed helplessly: "Old Wang, how many times have I told you, you work for me and look after the house, and I pay you wages. We are in an employment relationship. Where can I find a young master's servant?"
The old man took the whip from Fang Jingzhi's hand very skillfully, and then handed over the wet towel to wipe his hands: "Young master said it, but you saved our family's lives, and now my family is following you around." To eat, if someone calls your name like you said, someone will stab you in the spine."
"You are so poor that you still care about this. What's wrong with that?" Fang Jingzhi said with a chuckle.
There was a hint of cunning in the old man's honest smile: "Young Master is right, but you also know that I am literate. I wrote a few deeds in my spare time the past few days and sent them to the government for record."
Fang Jing was stunned, then looked at the old man suspiciously.
He met the old man half a month after he traveled through time. On that day, he went out to sell goods early in the morning and met the old man's family who had fled to Nanjing to seek refuge with relatives and had no relatives to go to, but they fainted from hunger in front of their home.
Fang Jingzhi thought he was a kind-hearted person, so he cooked a pot of porridge, rescued the family, and placed them in his own empty house next to them.
Because the old man knew a few words, after getting familiar with it, he handed over the business in his hands to the old man's family, and from then on he lived a life of being the boss of Jiaofangsi.
This old man was also very capable, and his business flourished under his management. He soon transformed from a street vendor to the shop he is today.
But for some reason, with money in hand, the old man's family relied on Fang Jingzhi and wanted to sell themselves to Fang Jingzhi as slaves.
Seeing the confused look on Fang Jing's face, the old man smiled and explained confidently: "I discussed it with the old woman at home. Everything in the house was brought to me by the young master. If we do business together, I will keep it." Young Master’s advantage, our family can’t do such a thing without Pi Yan, so I simply wrote a few deeds and sent them to the government. They were my family’s deeds of prostitution. Now our family calls you Young Master. Be confident and confident, and eat your flowers with confidence!"
Although the old man said this, Fang Jingzhi knew that this family, even though he gave them a lot of dividends, still lived a very frugal life, wearing old and mended clothes. He was greedy for meat, and he was not willing to cut off a pound. Instead, the dividends he gave were returned to him.
I said a few words to the other person, but the old man scolded me plausibly. It was a great blessing to have enough to eat. If you buy meat with the young master's money, you will be struck by lightning.
Fang Jingzhi had no idea about such a stubborn old man, so she could only ask the old man to buy more meat after ten and a half months of cutting, and let the old man take it home to eat with the whole family in the name of not being able to eat it all.
The old man's sudden and coquettish behavior also left Fang Jingzhi speechless. She couldn't help but pat her forehead and glanced at him helplessly: "I'm really convinced by you. A good person should not be a good person and must be a servant!"
"Being able to work as a servant for the young master is also a blessing for my family!" The old man said this decisively, and then said with a hearty smile: "Young master, please sit down first, I will go to the room to make you a cup of tea, and I will cut the meat later." Now, let’s eat!”
"You can come and stew the things I brought back." Fang Jingzhi nodded.
The old man showed a smile that everyone understood, nodded and said: "Master, you have lived in Jiaofangsi for half a month this time, so you need to make up for it!"
Fang Jingzhi bared her teeth: "Ganggun, young master, I am so powerful that I don't need to mend it. This is a gift from the oiran lady, so I can't throw it away. It's a shameful waste!"
"Yes, yes, the young master said so!"
You old guy, you say yes, but you definitely don’t think so in your heart.
He didn't bother to talk to the old man and looked at the strong man in black.
The strong man in black was probably no more than 20 years old, with a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looked very energetic, but the swollen eye sockets and bruises at the corners of his mouth made him look weird when he smiled.
This man's name is Li Dashan. Unlike the old man, he is an old resident of Nanjing City.
Both of his parents died when he was young, and he grew up eating food from hundreds of families.
The original owner saw him as pitiful and often gave him food, and he became the original owner's little brother.
After Fang Jingzhi traveled through time, he took over everything from the original owner, including this little brother.
Later, when doing business, he also brought Li Dashan along with him.
But this guy is not a business person. He often gets into fights with people when they disagree. After a while, Fang Jingzhi doesn't bother to care about this guy and can only let this guy grow wildly.
Seeing Fang Jingzhi looking over, the strong man in black chuckled: "Master, I am the same!"
Fang Jingzhi kicked the strong man on the butt angrily: "You're the same ass, you got into a fight with someone again, your nose is bruised and your face is swollen."
Being kicked by Fang Jingzhi, the strong man in black wasn't upset at all. He was already used to it anyway. He scratched the back of his head and said, "Master, you have such a clever plan. I admire you, I admire you!" He ran to the stone table in the courtyard and used his sleeves to clean the already clean stone bench again: "Master, sit down!"
Fang Jingzhi sat directly on the stone bench, then tilted her head and looked at the strong man, saying with some disgust: "Li Dashan, I'm not telling you, don't use idioms if you don't know how to use them, God is so clever and clever, that's called What a wonderful plan!"
The strong man in black nodded repeatedly and said flatteringly: "Yes, yes, the young master is very knowledgeable, and the villain will benefit and spend money..."
"Shut up!" Fang Jingzhi felt his head hurt. This bastard obviously didn't have two ounces of ink in his stomach, and he still liked to use idioms all day long: "Tell me, who did you fight with again, and what was the result?"
When Li Dashan talked about fighting, he immediately became energetic.
Immediately, he recounted what had happened in the past few days in an exaggerated manner.
