Chapter 52 The phenomenon of mud horse (Part 1)

In the golden autumn of October, the fragrance of osmanthus is floating.

The good official was wearing a Confucian shirt and a village-like waist. He rode on a small white horse. Datou was wearing a blue shirt and high-top shoes. He was wearing a pig-porn belt with a very stinky waist. Although this belt was made of the skin on the pig-porn dragon's belly, it was made of the lower material of the belt on the owner of Yan's waist, it was also very expensive. It was a reward from Xiaoqian. The Yan family sent all her clothes, head and face jewelry to the Zheng family, and this belt was also included. She originally planned to give it to her young master, but the good official smiled and told her to give it to Datou. As a result, Datou got the belt. When he heard that it was made of dragon skin, he laughed.

Her face was as if flowers were blooming, and her sister was not good at all. She vaguely heard the story of "Two corpses and three lives in Daxing County, Zheng Guaiguan Yong cut two heads" from her mouth. Therefore, she knew why the Dan Butler and his son always looked at her strange eyes. Only then did she understand why the young master asked her to give her a belt to Datong, which was a way to polite herself to protect herself. She was very moved and felt that the young master was willing to care so much for a little maid. It was really worth entrusting to people, but she didn't understand why she always didn't meet the young lady.

Big head walked in front with the reins of the horse, and from time to time he touched the pig-porn belt around his waist, so beautiful that the corners of his mouth were about to reach the ears. The good official couldn't help but feel funny when he looked at the misty smoke outside Ningbo City.

The towns in the south of the Yangtze River have a very prominent feature. The city is very small, unlike the north. The huge city covers all the houses and can rely on the city wall to resist the invasion of the invaders. The cities in the south of the Yangtze River also have characteristics, most of which are pear-shaped city-shaped. This is because the south of the Yangtze River has many mountains and rivers, and must be restricted by mountains and rivers, so the shape is irregular, while most of the northern cities are square.

The ancient city of Ningbo has been around for hundreds of years, and many places have collapsed. In the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties, the Yuanting of the previous dynasty did not allow southerners to build cities. When Zhu Hongwu founded the country, the Ming Dynasty was launched from south to north, so the Ming Dynasty founded the country and the south was in its dying state, and there was no need to build cities at all.

This is actually one of the reasons why the Japanese pirates in the south of the Yangtze River in Jiaqing Dynasty were rampant. Most towns did not even have a solid city and a complete city. How could the people resist the Japanese pirates who were like wolves and tigers?

Like the good official and Datou, they are gradually densely populated from Taohuawu. From a distance, there are a few cities in the city gates, but the city walls are like baked cakes that have been gnawed by dogs. The inner city with a history of nearly a thousand years is quite decent. Every few years, Ningbo Prefecture needs to be repaired. This is one of the few cities in the Ming Dynasty that have inner cities, and it was built during the Kaiyuan period of the Tang Dynasty. Now the Ningbo Prefecture is located in the inner city. In addition, there are some officials and wealthy merchants who also live in the inner city.

The dear official and Datou walked slowly on the road. From a distance, you could see the Baoguo Temple in Lingshan. You could vaguely hear the monks ringing the bell. Datou pointed at the other side and asked, "Young Master, where is that monk temple? It looks a bit like Tanzhe Temple in our Shuntian Prefecture. The mountain is a bit short, like a small mound."

Tanzhe Temple gave Zheng Guofan the "Biographies of the Imperial Monk of Yongle" and said, "The little donor was so happy in his previous life. It would be better to follow me than to be reborn!" The temple where the monk was located was built in the Western Jin Dynasty. Emperor Yongle built the Forbidden City, which was imitated Tanzhe Temple, and Emperor Yongle was the founder of the village, and the village was everywhere.

The good official did not know what the temple was called? However, there were many pedestrians coming and going on the official road. There was a pedestrian next to him who saw that the good official and the servant were very grand. He heard that the accent seemed to come out from the foot of the emperor, so he casually said: "This little official, the mountain is called Piqi Mountain. The temple is called Baoguo Temple. The incense is rich and the incense is quite effective. If your young master wants to ask about his future and ask for a signature at Baoguo Temple, it will be more than 100% effective. That is, the incense and oil cost is a little expensive."

"That little dirt slope is actually called Piqi Mountain. If the General of Piqi knows it, he will definitely be so angry that he will climb out of the tomb." Big Head looked at the hill that was not arrogant but called Piqi, and couldn't help but mutter. The kind-hearted person next to him choked and couldn't help but blame himself for talking too much in his heart.

He immediately nodded to the pedestrian and thanked him, "My servant is rude, please don't be surprised." The pedestrian said he didn't dare to say that the young husband was polite. As he said, he slowed down and walked to the back. The obedient official turned his head and said to the big head: "I will talk nonsense again, I won't take you out next time." The boy was a little unrestrained, and he wanted to make rules for him.

Shan Sinan said oh, afraid that the young master would scold him on the official road, so he was embarrassed by the people coming and going, so he lowered his head and led the horse and walked forward.

After walking a section of the road ahead, the population became increasingly dense. The miserable official got off the horse and asked Shan Sinan to follow him with the horse. He looked for someone to ask for directions. When the man heard the young husband asked which bookstores were the most, he pointed to Baoguo Temple and said that the street in front of the temple was full of bookstores.

The official thanked him and slowly headed towards Baoguo Temple. It was morning and it was the clear and refreshing autumn season. Many people on the road looked at him going to Baoguo Temple to burn incense. As expected, the incense was soaring.

Of course, the good official did not want to burn incense and worship Buddha. If some white-bearded monk grabbed him and said, "Young donor's past wisdom in his previous life, it would be better to follow me!" That was really unfair. Although he understood his family's affairs and traveled through this phenomenon in Buddhist terms, he might be the past wisdom in his previous life. Many eminent monks in history were obviously illiterate, but after enlightenment, they could only describe it as "naive knowledge".

The two of them walked along the way, and there were many big girls and wives who burned incense on the road. Seeing the good official's lips and white teeth, his eyebrows were inserted into his temples, and a gorgeous sword was worn around his waist, and a servant holding a white horse was following him. He couldn't help but take a look at him more. Along the way, he didn't know how many eyeballs were stained on his clothes.

Fortunately, the good official was used to being watched and didn't care much. When he arrived in front of Baoguo Temple, he saw a crowd of people coming up the mountain, countless incense-burning people asking for signs, men and women, and on the other side, there were continuous eaves and bluestone paved with bluestones, mostly long-dressed figures. Houses on both sides were one after another, and cloth picks were raised in front of the street, cloth sheds, and wooden boards were placed under them. Various books were spread on them. At the doors of some shops, the carvers sat directly on the stools and concentrated on carving.

Datou said with a "bang", "Young Master, there are so many bookstores, which are much more exciting than us."

The good official thought that the difference in literary styles between the north and the south was not a joke, so he walked up the street there.

The two walked slowly and looked back and forth. The good official picked the shop that looked the most grand. The shop had enough three people to come in and out side by side. Looking up, there was a plaque hanging on it, Fu Zitang.

He asked Datou to wait outside and walked in.

It looks like a bookstore with a very large space, with several rows of wooden cabinets, and one cabinet has various modern texts on it. These things like college entrance examination exercises in later generations have always been the most expensive ones, and no one will ever have to worry about no one buying them. Another one has various historical stories and stories on it, some newspapers and transcripts, etc. These are sold to old bookworms. Most of them are unsuccessful literati, or have been reading books for many years. They have been disdainful of books for talented men and beautiful women, or ordinary stories, and have to pile up old papers to find books they like to read.

Outside, there are various best-selling numbers, such as "Spring Dreams", "Huai Chunli Collection", "The History of Emperor Yang of Sui", and "The Secret History of the Emperor's Examination", and "The Secret History of the Family", and also describes the family's ruined children, who were attracted by the official lady. The lady gave gold to the back garden, or they were wandering overseas, got the treasures of the Dragon King, and made a fortune. In short, these are sold to those who spent their time. In the words of Master Gao, it is "I have to count on the knowledge of words, but it is not easy to count on the knowledge of scholars." This huge group of literacy is the biggest buyer for buying and watching such books, and the financial owners in the eyes of bookstore owners.

The good official looked carefully with his hands behind him. There was a door leading to the back. I guess the craftsmen who were engraving books were located behind him. Several scholars dressed up in the counter of the History and Romance Mansion, carrying books on the counter. Then, some of them were only in their teens and some were old enough to be grandpas. There were 20 or 30 people. They were swaying back and forth at the counter of Shiwen to choose. There was a fifty-year-old man with a long gown that was so ragged that he was still holding a Shiwen and watching him, his eyes were about to go into the book. These were all qualified to be a Tongsheng but not officially admitted to the scholar. No matter how old you are, even if you are eighty, you have to call Tongsheng. These people are eager to see a way out from Shiwen.

At the outside, people of all kinds waited. Some people in short shirts looked like waiters, and they still held a book "The Secret History of the Emperor's Examination" with relish. Some were dressed in scholars but luxuriously dressed. They had a wretched smile on their faces with "Spring Dreams Saoyan". Some even looked like a rich lady with a maid next to her, and they were also mixed in the crowd. Seeing a new book of talented men and beautiful women, they held it in their arms and refused to put it down. After reading a few words carefully, they immediately asked the maid to pay the money with a purse embroidered with flowers and fragrance.

Mud Horse is indeed the best money for dementia-related women.

The good official walked around and thought to the counter at a corner of the room. An old man in a Taoist robe was talking to another old man in a Confucian robe holding tea.

"Yuanyi, my brother, you Fu Zitang seem to be doing well!" The old man in Taoist robe looked clean and had a whisper under his jaw. He held the teacup and sipped it lightly.

"Hey! You can't compare to your Zhongzhengtang, Brother Damu!" Another old man held a teacup, his face seemed to be lustful. The old man who spoke was his children's family and the descendants of the three major book-carving families. Although the two have been friends for decades, he has always had the idea of ​​competing with this friend.

"Two old gentlemen, please invite." A beautiful boy came over, bent down and a fat man, slowly got up and looked up, with handsome eyebrows and handsome old men calling out, and even a very knowledgeable old man could not help but say something secretly, "What a handsome little official."

Of course, Zheng Guofan was speaking. He looked around for a long time before he confirmed that the old man with a rosy face was the owner of the shop here. Another old man in Qinghuang in Taoist robe seemed to have fame and fortune. However, when he heard that he no longer cared about fame and fortune, he still had a literary and popular attitude in every move.

Zheng Guofan first exchanged greetings and asked for advice, and took out the white Snake's notebook in his arms and handed it over.

I have to say that people with good looks always have to take advantage of anything. If someone else is replaced by a teenager, he will write it himself with a notebook, and the two old men cannot read it. This is not a judgement of people by their appearance, but it is really human nature.

As the master, the old Mr. Yu Xuanyu was the master of Fu Zi. Since he took it first, he took a look at it casually, his eyes were fixed, and he shouted to him, "Go quickly and go quickly, take the "Embroidered Embroidered A Chinese Ghost Story: Nie Xiaoqian" sent by Shuntian Mansion yesterday."

The guy got the order from the shop owner and turned his head to pick up the book, "Master, this book has not been on the shelves yet!" Mr. Yu Xuanyu took the book and waved to him without saying a word.

The obedient official who had been silent all the time saw it and felt relieved. The feelings "Nie Xiaoqian" had been shipped to Ningbo, so that's good. I guess I don't have to worry about not being able to sell it anymore.

After comparing the two of them, after reading about ten thousand words, the head of Fu Zi smacked his lips and slowly closed the manuscript in his hand, "The book is good, but is it written by your teacher and friend of the little scholar? If you want to sell it, I will give you five taels of silver."

What? Five-two silver patterns?

Looking at the old man with a rosy and rich face, the good official really wanted to punch him in the face.

Damn it, the Gobi Desert, there is no limit to the shamelessness of scholars! Even Zhao Cangjing, the owner of the Deyifang who was thought to be stingy, paid ten taels of silver when he watched "Nie Xiaoqian" for the first time. This person is better, he opened his mouth and five taels.

So, the good official's face changed immediately. He reached out and pulled his manuscript, "The old man said a good joke. If I write "Laughter Lin Guangji" in the future, I will definitely ask the old man to say two."

The good official said this, neither soft nor hard, neither humble nor arrogant. He pointed out that he was the author of the book, and secretly sarcastically mocked the old Mr. Yu Xuanyu.

"Little brother, don't be anxious." The old man said no, and together, he knocked the teacup over the counter, reached out and grabbed the good official, "You can discuss it, you can discuss it!"

What is the best thing to discuss about? The more scholars change careers and become businessmen, the more Confucian businessmen, the more they are, the more they are, they are really not a good thing.

The good official didn't want to discuss with this person at all. Ningbo is so big, and there are all book shops outside, so I don't believe it anymore. He reached out to pull away the stingy finger of Mr. Yu, "Old sir, I don't think we can discuss it together."

After he said that, he turned his head and left. The old man in Taoist robe who had not spoken suddenly said, "Brother, please stay. My husband Xiong Damu, the master of Zhongzheng, can you read the book of the boy?"

As soon as these words hit the ears of the good official, they didn't want to pay attention to it. These two guys were obviously a family, and Grandet's friend was not another Grandet, but the three words Xiong Damu made him pause.

Turning slowly, he said, "But Zhong Guzi and Xiong Damu, who wrote "The Romance of the Yang Family", "The Legend of the Northern Song Dynasty", "The Popular Romance of the Song Dynasty", "The Romance of the King and Minister of the Song Dynasty", "The General of Yue Family", "The Complete History of the Han Dynasty", and "The Sequel to the Song Dynasty"?"

Nima Crossing the River Xiong Damu, named Fuzhen, with the name Damu and pseudonym Zhongguzi, the master of Zhongzheng Hall, one of the three major book engraving families in Jianyang, Fujian, and the inventor of the phenomenon of mud horse.

This is a great man who cannot get around by novels. He was a scholar and abandoned scholars and took over the business of engraving books in the family bookshop. As a bookstore owner, he wrote a story about history. The first one criticized the "Clay Horse Crossing the River" in the story of history. He said that Zhao Gou, the King of Kang of the Northern Song Dynasty, was chased by the Jin people. In a panic, he got on a horse and ran away. After crossing the river, he found that the horse under his crotch was a clay horse. He wrote myths as history into history, which led to all the legendary legends and current affairs of the Ming Dynasty becoming jokes. Later generations called the Xiong Damu crossing the river.
Chapter completed!