Chapter 35 My name is She and my courtesy name is Dazhang

After scratching his head for a long time, he considered that if he wanted to grow bigger, he had to make a brand effect. If he followed this method, it would be better to call it "A Chinese Ghost Story: White Snake". In the future, he could write a series, such as A Chinese Ghost Story: Yingning, A Chinese Ghost Story: Bai Lianqiu, A Chinese Ghost Story: Xiao Xie, A Chinese Ghost Story: Xiangyu, A Chinese Ghost Story: Xin Shisi Niang...

This series can specifically write about various vivid and fragrant female ghosts and banshees, which are not the same as the world, and confirm the name of him as a famous scholar.

Thinking of this, he shouted loudly: "Big Head, Big Head..."

Shan Sinan ran in happily, mixing egg yolks and soybean dregs with her hands. The good official quickly drove him away, took out the paper from the package, grind the ink by himself, licked the tip of the pen to a full extent, and wrote "A Chinese Ghost Story: White Snake" on the paper, adding the pen name "Yu Sanren" next to it.

At the beginning, he felt that the previous story about Nie Xiaoqian was too much written in later generations, which means it was too much like a novel rather than a songbook of this era. Although he estimated that the old master Zhao Cangjing of Deyifang would use the title of "Foot Book Embroidered Like A Chinese Ghost Story: Nie Xiaoqian's Cihua", there were really not many lyrics. Although he was confident that the story was good, if he wanted to become famous quickly, he still had to add more lyrics to it, because the story of this era was spread by storytellers with many lyrics, which meant that it was catchy, so that many illiterate people could hum a few sentences. If there were few or no lyrics, there would be a erroneous change like "Halley's Comet and General Halle" when it was spread. After all, it would be impossible to organize the language of illiterate people. After all, it would be inevitable to distort after it was spread.

If you want a story not only to spread among scholars, then adding more lyrics is inevitable. You must know that a carved version can print about three or four thousand copies. No matter how many, the carved version will lose the writing. In other words, if you publish it ten times, it will only be 30,000 to 40,000 copies.

How many people in the Ming Dynasty are there? The court is now about 60 million, and it has almost never changed from the founding of Hongwu to the Wanli period. But in fact, the population has not increased for more than two hundred years, which is simply a big laugh. According to historical facts, in the late Ming Dynasty, after countless peasant wars and the massacres of the Qing Dynasty, there were still 300 million people in the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. This was due to the thorough implementation of the diversion of acres, the population that had not been registered surfaced.

If we estimate this way, there would be a population of 200 million to 300 million in the tenth year of Wanli. So, there were only 60 million people in the imperial court, where did the rest go?

Like a good official, after he was admitted to the county school, his household registration was removed from the tax book. In other words, he added his Zheng family and his family disappeared from the Ming Dynasty.

Publishing 30,000 books is a drop in the bucket compared to the 300 million people in the Ming Dynasty. If you want to invite Daming, at least one-third of the people in the world must know the lyrics and singing books written by Zheng Guguan.

Therefore, no matter what, this book White Snake has to add lyrics. Just like some folk dramas, a woman who doesn't know a single word can sing hundreds or thousands of sentences from beginning to end, but if you let her tell the story from beginning to end, it would be a bit difficult.

At the beginning, the good official pointed out the theme directly, "The thousand-year-old white snake turns into a human body, and the master guides me to repay kindness. Where is the love in the past? The broken bridge is high on the West Lake. I met robbers through the mountains and forests, and I used my swords and fists to perform my skills. I clearly told each other about the victory and defeat. I have a female body and the same kind..."

If the plot is written in a long poem, it would be too ruthless. Therefore, after eight sentences of the good official, the plot poem is followed by a story, telling the story of the little white snake practicing in the deep mountains a thousand seven hundred years ago and was caught by the snake-catching man. Fortunately, the little shepherd boy rescued him. A thousand seven hundred years later, the white snake faded away from the demon body and turned into a human form...

I wrote along the way, and I started writing like a god. I soon wrote that Bai Suzhen came out of the mountain, put down her pen, rubbed her wrists, and counted the numbers. I still had confidence in writing this book before I arrived in Ningbo.

At this time, a pretty face came over next to him, which was so white that it scared the good official. Subconsciously, the problem in his hand was swung out as a sword. When he saw clearly that it was the little maid next to Miss Yan, the brush had already drawn a magic mark on the other person's face.

As soon as I finished writing, the good official stared at her, "What are you doing? You're sneaky, if I had a knife in my hand, your head would move!" After that, he shouted loudly: "Big Head, Big Head."

"Young Master." Shan Sinan leaned out from outside, and the good official pointed at the little maid and asked, "Where have you gone? Why is she here with me?"

"Young master, I'm counting the things my husband gave me! Young master, I've got rich, and I've spent more than 300 taels of silver, and many good marten skins. My father said that the ginseng alone can sell at least 200 taels of silver." Shan Sinan's face was full of excitement. In the eyes of doctors in the Ming Dynasty, ginseng can cure all symptoms of men and women. The medical book "Jinkui Yaolue" classifies tuberculosis in the range of deficiency. Shan Chixia often comes out of the nine sides, but can sell 200 taels of ginseng. Although it is not like the so-called "thousand-year-old ginseng in martial arts novels that can increase the skill of a thousand-year-old ginseng, it can be regarded as the best ginseng in a pharmacy. Most of them are bought and stored by wealthy families to save it, and they can be used to save the lives of serious illnesses.

Therefore, Shan Chixia was very happy. He spent time to make 200 taels of silver and could make it eventually. However, the best ginseng is not something you can buy. He often made nine sides, and he has only seen one or two good ginseng of this kind.

The good official said oh and asked who gave it to him. Datou said he was looking for it in the load given by the tall Gongsun Gong. The good official rubbed his chin and thought to himself that it was no wonder that Gongsun Nie would inherit the family business and do business in the future. He had a lot of business in the family!

This is the benefit of scholars. It is written in the Scholars that Fan Jin passed the imperial examination. Later, Fan Jin died and owed more than 300 taels of silver. Zhang Jingzhai rushed out to fight Qiufeng and looked for it. He also had money. It can be seen that scholars communicated with each other. This is also the reason why the scholars kept laughing when they said, "Friends have the right to be rich." If there were no such benefits, who would have been willing to work hard for ten years?

He thought, and ordered Datou to write down the gift lists he received in one by one. The so-called relationships are about having come and go. If it is born in the future, there will be some money to spend. Therefore, he is not too concerned about more than a few hundred taels of silver. If he wants to make a fortune, in the Ming Dynasty, 100,000 taels was a hurdle, just like the family of Duan Tianya, the deputy general of Wuliu. Never take the "old master Zhao Cangjing of the Deyifang seriously, "the salary of this county and the county magistrate is 40 taels per year." There are no officials who live on their salary alone. In the Ming Dynasty, there is no other one except Hai Rui.

From this point of view, nearly one thousand taels of silver is nothing, and it is barely considered a wealthy family. However, as a scholar, especially a famous scholar, this amount of money is definitely not enough for social interactions. Unless the good official is willing to be a dull person and honestly becomes an ordinary person in the market, this is actually impossible, because his father's illness will cost a lot of money.

Big Head was excited and was very happy to count the silver. She didn't care about serving the young master. After getting the order from the good official, she turned her butt and left. Seeing Big Head leaving again, the good official shrugged and looked at the little maid who didn't say a word, "What's your name?"

"My maid is Xiaoqian." The little maid blinked her big eyes, her eyes full of admiration. It turned out that this little husband Zheng can write a songbook, and it is so beautiful! I couldn't help but want to read it down, "Little husband, did you have Bai Suzhen go to Hangzhou to find the little shepherd boy?"

The good official was a little ridiculous and took a sweat towel to her and asked her to wipe the ink marks on her face first, "Your name is Xiaoqian? This name is the same as the female ghost in the previous book..."

The little maid was holding the sweat towel of the good official and was rubbing the ink marks on her face. After hearing the word "Female ghost", she jumped up. The good official looked at her carefully. She looked at her at only fourteen or fifteen years old. Her face was as tender as a peeled egg. Her eyes trembled, and her eyelashes were like two rows of feather fans. She was dressed in a green Shu brocade skirt. She was wearing a green jade bracelet on her left wrist. The two girls were loosely wrapped around her temples, with a strand of black hair hanging in her ears, just like Yan Jidao's so-called "snails and brushing the daisy", she was really a little beauty.

At that moment, he smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, the fox fairies and monsters in my book are all kind-hearted..." As he said that, seeing that the ink marks on her cheeks were a little bit unwiped, he subconsciously reached out and used his fingertips to help her clean it.

The little maid Xiaoqian immediately held her breath, her body stiffened, and her face was greasy and spit out a layer of orange, which slowly turned redder and continued to the neck. The cute fluff next to her ears also pricked, but she was so nervous that she seemed even more terrifying than seeing a ghost.

The good official saw that he immediately realized that his behavior was a little ambiguous, and he hurried back with his hand awkwardly, "This, Miss Xiaoqian, why haven't you said you're looking for me yet!"

The little maid lowered her head, her chin was almost buried in the middle of her chest, and the mosquito whispered in a humming state: "My master asked my little husband to come over and meet."

She received the instructions of the old ship owner of Yan's family and asked the good official to go over and speak. When she arrived at the good official's cabin, she found the good official lying on a short table to write. She was curious and looked at it, and she was fascinated.

Judging from the little maid's appearance, he is not Chu Ge, so how could he not see the love of Chu Kai? I really don't know what to say. I thought I was only thirteen years old and had no hair growing! Why did these female donors say nothing about it? But I didn't think about the reason why I married a concubine at the age of nine, not to mention that it is normal for girls in the Ming Dynasty to understand the facts of men and women at the age of thirteen or fourteen.

This was really a bit of scratching his head. The good official wanted to scratch his ears and faces. He hesitated for a moment, but he still pretended not to see anything! He pretended to be stupid.

He brushed his clothes and said seriously: "Then, I'll go with you to see your staff."

The little maid lowered her head and turned around, banged her head against the cabin door, and let out a whimper, covered her head and hurriedly walked out.

The good official smiled bitterly and followed behind.

The Yan ship owner's room was in the top cabin, with two cabins opposite the door. Xiaoqian lowered her head and walked to the door, "Master, Mr. Zheng is here."

"Please quickly."

Xiaoqian passed by and let the good official go in. The good official smiled at her and stepped into the cabin.

As soon as he entered, Xiaoqian immediately covered her face with her hands, thinking that she was so embarrassing. This ugly thing is so ugly. If the lady knows, she might laugh at me!

As soon as the good official entered, a luxurious atmosphere came to his face. The floor was covered with Persian carpets, and a mottled incense burner was placed in the corner of the entrance. I don’t know which dynasty antique was it. The ambergris burned inside, and there was a curtain covering the scenery inside. The curtains were stringed with pearls...

Damn, this is the luxury of the ocean merchants!

His eyes rolled. Although these were nothing in his heart, the pearls of later generations were sold by pounds. When they were given fresh water-raising pearls, they were probably the best-selling pearls in the Ming Dynasty.

The thin hand kept lifting the pearl curtain. It was the old housekeeper of Yan and invited him in with a smile.

Seeing that he was wearing a moon-white Confucian shirt, the owner of Yan couldn't help but praise him.

He stood up from the couch and smiled and bowed, using the etiquette of a scholar. He asked him to sit on the collapse. The old housekeeper next to him served incense tea, which was a glass cup with sparrow tongue soaked inside. The tea leaves floated up and down in the transparent tea cup, like a Feng Shui picture.

The good official took a sip and felt it was okay, so he said, "But the tongue of Xiaomaoshan in Nanzhili?"

The master and servant of Yan were stunned, and they were a little suspicious when they saw him.

In fact, there was already a tea stir-frying in the Ming Dynasty, but it was not popular. Most of them were still brewing tea, which was the Japanese tea ceremony. Tea was not a luxury, but people could not enjoy it because they had to watch the tea floating up and down in the water. The artistic conception of the tea floating up and down in the water was like a literati ink painting. It required a glass cup. This glass cup was not a glass cup that cost two yuan per in later generations. Throw some tea in and soak it in water and you can enjoy the tea floating up and down in the water.

But the behavior of the obedient official is obviously not surprising. In the eyes of the master and servant of Yan, it is unfathomable. What kind of identity does this require to ignore the tea made with a glass cup and to taste the taste in one bite? You must know that this glass cup is not affordable by any wealthy family. To put it beyond the rules, the glass cup is affordable by only the royal family, which is extremely rare among the people.

The master and servant exchanged a glance at each other, but both of them were old foxes and refused to ask directly, so they buried their doubts in their hearts.

"I never came to visit the old ship owner on my own initiative. It was all the rude thing for the country." The good official first sued the ship owner Yan. The ship owner Yan hid his doubts in his heart and raised the teacup to signal, "What's the matter with the nephew of the Zheng family? It's my good fortune for my Yan family to take the ship of my Yan family, and I haven't even tried to ask the other person's name."

Seeing that he was called a virtuous nephew, the good official recognized himself as a virtuous nephew. He was so old that he could call him uncle. "The little nephew was named Guofan, and his courtesy name was... Fengzhang."

"But Zhang Gui's Zhang?" The ship owner Yan looked happy and nodded. The ship owner laughed, "In this way, I and my nephew are very destined to be together. My name is She and my courtesy name is Dazhang."

With a puff, tea spewed out of the nostrils of the noble official.

"Oh! Nephew..." The owner of ship Yan, named Shezi Dazhang, stood up, "You are..."

After coughing continuously, the good official covered his nose and shook his hand to indicate that it was okay. He was indeed choked in the nose by tea and tears came out.

Butler Yan next to him quickly went out to greet him, "Xiaoqian, go and woolen a hot facial scarf." The little maid outside said crisply, and suddenly, she reached out and lifted the pearl curtain, walked to the side of the good official, with a slightly shy face, and handed over a steaming facial scarf.

The good official took it, spread the facial scarf and rubbed his face, thanked him, and returned the facial scarf to the little maid, constantly complaining in his heart: Damn, what's wrong with your name? It's called color...

His skin has been well-read for thirteen years. It is estimated that the name comes from "A gentleman has no dispute, so he must shoot." Half Gui is a slate, and Jade is a slate, and Shoot also points to the corner of the slate. Theoretically, this name is impeccable, and the two are reflected in each other. The key is to be connected with Yan, which makes people spit out.

Looking at the caring look of the ship owner Yan, the good official really wanted to laugh, so he had to cover his mouth and cough. The little maid next to him stepped forward and gently stroked his back. The old butler was a little surprised and thought to himself that this little girl had learned from the lady's temperament, so why would she be willing to stroke someone's back?

Seeing the old housekeeper's strange eyes, Xiaoqian's face turned red and she stood back.

"Call the old ship owner..." The good official just called the old ship owner. Seeing that the color seemed unhappy, he changed his words. Who told me that I went south to collect only five taels of silver? This is called eating people with short mouths and soft hands. "I told Uncle Yan to laugh. I ate this tea a little harder and choked into my nostrils."

This change of words suddenly became a good thing for the family. In ancient times, we didn’t just call people casually. If someone calls you uncle, you have to take on the responsibility of your uncle. If you call you uncle, you will naturally have to do your uncle’s duty. Just like the scholars in Tianjin called brothers and good officials and changed them to brothers. Five taels of silver is not enough to offer them. The next day, each of them made up for twenty taels of rituals, and each had gifts. The more you called you kindly, the more you had to share your wealth and money with others. Even now, there is still a saying that “the uncle’s family has a cow, and the nephew has a head.”

After being called out to his uncle, the owner of the ship immediately smiled, "Xiaoqian, go and bring some snacks for the young master. After you go there, I almost thought you had fallen into the sea." However, he changed his name and became closer.

When he was teased by his own master, a red cloud suddenly appeared on Xiaoqian's face and turned around and went there. The good official here was chatting with the ship owner Yan. Suddenly, Xiaoqian brought some snacks such as pea yellow. The good official was indeed a little hungry, so he didn't hesitate to eat it. The color next to him liked him not being delicate and artificial, unlike the Jiangnan scholars he had seen, which made him more and more like him.

After eating some snacks to fill his stomach, the good official was about to suck his fingers, and the little maid next to him brought a clean towel. He smiled and took it to wipe it. "My nephew just wrote an article in the cabin, and forgot to eat for a while. It just so happened that Uncle Yan's snack tasted good. After eating a few more pieces, Uncle Yan made him laugh."

"Oh! What did you write? Maybe I'll listen to it." Although the owner of Ship Yan was also a businessman, he had studied and passed the scholarship and was proud of his differences from ordinary merchants. He naturally became interested when he wrote essays. Moreover, he knew that the young man in front of him was a famous scholar who had just made his life like the first meeting, and he could not stop following you, who would put ice wheels on the sea and the sky, although he was a little younger.

The obedient official smiled and said, "The game is a song book." The little maid next to him interrupted, "Master, I have just read it for a while. The young master wrote it so beautifully, and he said that a white snake was practicing in the mountains..."

She was young and beautiful, quite lively, and was full of youthfulness. She danced with her hands and showed her words to her master, which was quite as beautiful as dancing. When the good official looked at her, she felt admiration in her eyes.

The owner of the ship, the owner of the Shei Yan looked at his old housekeeper from the side. The old housekeeper had a slightly slight eyebrows and a smile on his face. The owner of the Yan boat smiled, turned his head and said to the dear official: "Oh! In this way, the nephew is going to write a song that can be passed down from generation to generation on the ship."

The good official quickly shook his hand, "I dare not be the name of Uncle Yan, the four words "Zhu Ke passed down from generation to generation." The ship owner Yan laughed, "If your life is like the first meeting, wouldn't all the scholars in the world dare not write articles? I see that when Mr. Sheng'an wrote the rolling Yangtze River and the water flowing eastward, it was just like this life is like the first meeting!"

The good official was immediately ashamed. Yang Shen, who was born in the top scorer, was the leader of the three talented men of the Ming Dynasty, who dared not compare with him.

"Since it was written on my boat, it will definitely be a good story in the future." Boat owner Yan suddenly turned his head and said to the little maid: "Xiaoqian, don't serve the lady in the past few days, just follow the young master. You must serve him carefully, do you understand!"

The good official quickly stood up and said, "How dare you take this?" The owner of the ship in Yan stood up and reached out to press him down. "Nephew, that's it, but I have a request." The official looked as if he couldn't refuse, so he bowed and asked the owner of Yan to give instructions, "Uncle Yan, please speak."

Color laughed, "I want to give me a glimpse of what I wrote every day, is it possible?"

"This is natural." The good official stood up and saluted.

"In this way, I won't keep you anymore. I also look forward to reading the songbook written by my nephew earlier. My nephew only writes with all his heart, and I will arrange food and drink. If you call me "Uncle, your father is my brother, and you don't have to be cared about in your heart, I have me." Boat owner Yan patted his chest and took a big bag. As a scholar of the Ming Dynasty, he naturally had to bow to the end to express his gratitude.

Yin Yin sent the good official to the cabin door, and once again reminded Xiaoqian, who had a blushing face, to take good care of Zheng Guofan, and then let him leave.

Seeing the good official turn the cabin and go down the top floor, the ship owner Yan stroked his beard and said, "Uncle Gan, do you think this Zheng Guofan..."

"I can't see through it." Old Butler Yan quickly humbled himself. It was difficult to answer this. He knew what his master had meant, but he might not be willing. After all, his lady was three years old. Moreover, he looked at the appearance of this talent. When he arrived in Ningbo, if he really wrote a songbook and sang outside, he would be afraid that the matchmaker would break through the threshold of his Zheng family.
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