: Strange Disaster ()

Zheng Guofan's name was Fengzhang cursed and criticized Mr. Shen's taboo list, and followed the memory and walked home.

At this time, the autumn weather was clear and the weather was clear. It rained lightly yesterday in Shuntian Mansion. Today, it was steamed by the sun and the ground had already dried up. However, Zheng Guofan walked to the door of his home in his memory and had a specific impression of the desolate home.

The Huaishu Hutong where his family is located is named after the large locust tree at the entrance of the alley. The alley is low-lying and the stone slabs are damaged. In addition, when the yamen went to the Zheng family for inspection, people came and went, and they were even muddy. When they entered the alley, they felt completely different from the outside. Most of them were small buildings with two-story wooden structures, and most of them were quite old.

A few four or five-year-old children were running around in the alley to chase the game, stepping on the mud and splashing, but giggling. Seeing him walking into the alley with his toes, shouting "Brother Maocai", his hands were full of mud and suddenly made Zheng Xiaoguanyue's white Confucian shirt with black handprints on it.

Zheng Guofan was searching for the names of these children in his memory. Several families in the alley heard the news and walked over.

Most of the families in this alley have to go out to work, including shops and big merchants. For example, Zhang Siwei, the old man who boasted about his ancestors' experience of a god and a gold medal at night, had thousands of looms. In later generations, he was a capitalist of a large textile factory. These big merchants need to hire a lot of workers, most of whom hire local workers, and their wealth is strong, and even the government should be more respectful, because behind most businesses there are one or two local gentry, juren, Jinshi, and some giants and wealthy merchants can't afford to offend the government. If he closes his business for a day, perhaps half of the city will be paused for a day, and countless families will have no jobs to do it for a day.

Huaishu Hutong is a gathering place for people to survive by relying on these merchants. The Zheng family is the only exception. His father suffered from lung disease, commonly known as tuberculosis. This thing is often called Fugui disease. In the words of the common people, there is a silver mountain that can be eaten up. After a few years of suffering from this disease, the Zheng family forced to sell their old houses. They greedy for the cheap houses in Huaishu Hutong. They bought a two-story building here. The yard is very narrow and the walls are only half a person tall.

It was afternoon at this time, and the elderly and children stayed at home in Huaishu Hutong. Most of the elderly have the habit of taking naps. However, today the Zheng family killed concubines and most people even saved the nap. They looked at the Zheng family with their heads and minds. When Zheng Guofan came back, the neighbors always asked him to ask questions and care.

He leaned against the image in his memory and spoke to the old people with a smile, dispelling other people's doubts. Then he turned around and went home. The Zheng family entered the third house in the alley. His servant Shan Sinan had already held a brazier at the door, "Young master, hurry up and cross the brazier to get out of bad luck."

Shan Sinan is the son of the old housekeeper Shan Chixia, and the Zheng family gave birth to a son. This old housekeeper Shan Chixia is also a legendary figure. He was under Qi Jiguang, the general officer of Ji Town. Many years ago, Zhang Juzheng, the former cabinet master, had not reformed the whip method. Mr. Zheng was appointed as a civil servant in Ji Town. When Qi Shaobao beat Tuman Khan, the old housekeeper Shan Chixia was born in Zhejiang. He was a well-known ranger in Zhejiang and obtained the true legend of the Songxi Sect Wudang Fist. Later, Qi Jiguang recruited Zhejiang soldiers to fight against Japanese pirates, so he joined the army. Later, he followed the army north to Ji Town. When he beat Tuman Khan, he hit a trap in his leg. It was coincidence that Mr. Zheng carried him back from the pile of dead people.

Shan Chixia is a loyal man and insists on repaying Mr. Zheng's great kindness. Of course, if measured by the heart of a villain, perhaps because of his leg being ruined, she withdrew from the army and became a housekeeper in the Zheng family. From then on, she settled in Daxing. The Zheng family was not yet ruined at that time, and it was considered a wealthy family. She helped him marry a wife and gave birth to a son the next year, just two years younger than Zheng Guofan. She named it Sinan, which means missing Jiangnan.

The mistress of the Zheng family passed away, and the woman of the housekeeper Shan also fell ill later. She was immediately bachelor. If she really wanted to say it, she really bought a painting fan and entered the door. Shan Sinan was still young and didn't know what to say when to say what to say or when not to say what to say. She asked her young master to step over the brazier and took out a knife from her arms, "Young master, this is your knife. When the people from the county government came, I was afraid that they would take it away and wanted it back. The coroner refused, so I punched him hard." As he said that, he laughed out loud, "That guy really couldn't help but beat him, shouting loudly, alarming the magistrate, and the magistrate sent it back to me."

Shan Sinan was only eleven years old and his head was a little older than a child of the same age. As a result, Zheng Guofan called him big head since he was a child, and his arms were longer than ordinary people. He practiced martial arts with Shan Chixia since he was a child. Although others were young, three or five idle men could not get close to him at all. If he had swords and guns on his hands, it would be even more amazing.

Looking at the knife handed over by Shan Sinan, he reached out to take it. The knife was about the length of an adult's forearm, slightly curved. The scabbard is made of wooden and has a very smooth touch. It contains patina, which is obviously rubbed for a long time.

He held it in his hand and looked around. Zheng Guofan was puzzled. Is this thing seemingly a furious person in a Japanese knife?

He didn't know that since the Song Dynasty, Japan's bulk transactions with China were mainly swords and folding fans. At this time, the forging of Japanese swords had surpassed the Ming Dynasty. Many Ming people who have lived in the world mentioned Japanese swords, and they often praised them for their extremely sharpness, exquisiteness and beauty. Qi Jiguang directly wrote in "Ji Xiao New Book": Long swords began to occur since the Japanese attacked China. They jumped and flashed forward with this light, and our soldiers had already taken their energy. The Japanese were happy to leaps, and if they burst, they would be more than 10 feet long. If the swords were five feet long, they would be five feet long. Our soldiers were short and difficult to catch, and our long weapons were not fast enough, and we would be severed.

During the Taizhou battle, Qi Jiguang killed several famous Japanese samurai, one of which was the direct descendant of Aizhou Yinliu, carrying Aizhou Yikazhai (the teacher of Japanese swordsman Nobusuke Hanizumi) handwritten swordsmanship secrets. Since then, Japanese swordsmanship has been widely circulated in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Shan Chixia is a master of this art. This frenzy was also given by Shan Chixia when Zheng Guofan was five years old.

He touched the fur for a long time, and suddenly remembered that this knife might... seem... to be... a murderous weapon?

Suddenly, the tender white tofu brain full of fiery red chili sauce was knocked over again, in his mind.

His throat itched, and he rushed to the corner of the wall a few steps, opened his mouth and vomited. Shan Sinan was stunned and hurried over to stroke his young master's back.

This vomiting was earth-shaking. In the end, even the jaundice water was vomited out. He was covered in tears and snot. He knelt on the ground for a long time. Then he stood up with his strength, grabbed Shan Sinan's pen, stuffed the flank into Shan Sinan's hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "Bigou, go and sell this knife."

"Sold?" Shan Sinan and the second monk were confused. "Young master, you usually like this knife. Besides, it was my father who gave you..."

"Go quickly, otherwise the human brain will make you a dog brain." Zheng Guofan wiped his nose and glared at him. This little guy was very kind in his memory, but this kind of intimacy between brothers and friends he understood was different from the kind of intimacy he had in later generations. It was a strong sense of intimacy that "master and servants have been together since childhood" only in Ming and Qing novels.

Shan Sinan muttered a few times, turned around and was about to go out with a knife. Zheng Guofan thought about it and still called him, "Forget it, keep it! You can keep it for me in the future." After hearing this, the child with a slightly bigger head smiled on his face, "Young master, don't worry, I promise to keep it properly, just treat it as my own..."

When he said this, he seemed to notice that he had missed his mouth, and he stuck out his tongue, and quickly shut up and stuffed the flank into his waist. He was jealous of this short knife when he was young. The young master asked him to keep it, wasn't that his own?

"Did my father eat at noon?" He put down his thoughts and looked into the kitchen. Shan Sinan followed closely behind, "I stewed a fish at noon. The master was worried that the master would not eat it!"

"You go and heat it up."

"Why!"

After a while, Shan Sinan brought out a fish in a large thick porcelain bowl from the kitchen. Zheng Guofan reached out to pick it up, "I'll go!"

The old man was anxious and stared at him, "Young Master, that's not OK. Dad told me before going out. No matter what, you should not let the young master get too close to the master."

"Okay, I've studied in the county and I know more than you. I know in my heart! It's okay."

Shan Sinan refused to accept it, holding the porcelain bowl tightly with both hands, and his little face turned red, "No, it's just not."

Zheng Guofan fought for a long time but couldn't fight him, so he had to give in, "Okay! Okay! I'll go upstairs with you and say a few words to my father outside the door."

The master and servant went upstairs. It was raining yesterday. When they stepped on it, they made a scattering sound.

I went up the second floor and walked to the innermost part. This was an extra-separated small attic. Mr. Zheng lived in it. The room was dark and wet, and there were a few low coughs from time to time.

Shan Sinan glared at his young master with his eyes. He didn't dare to be careless now. The young master was the Zheng family's hope in the future. He might be able to enter the Imperial College in the future, meet the emperor to take the palace examination, and finally become a high-ranking official.

"Okay, OK, I know." Zheng Guofan took two steps back, and then Shan Sinan pushed open the door and walked in quietly, "Master."

There was a sound of clothes inside, followed by an elderly man's weak voice, "But is the good official back?"

Zheng Guofan was embarrassed. This good official was nicknamed, which was probably similar to the meaning of the baby. After all, this sentence is thirteen years old. The thoughts in the baby are even bigger. They are still called like this. Naturally, they are a little embarrassed. But deep in my memory, there is a sense of admiration and affection, which makes him kneel down to the ground, "My son has worried my father."

The father and son talked in this way in one room and the other outside the room. Zheng Guofan had hundreds of years of experience and seemed to have grown up all of a sudden. There was an indescribable smell in his words. His father Zheng was quite relieved while coughing. He was also a person who had seen the world. When he was young, he even saw the world in the Mongolian Tuman Khan. In this era, he had never seen the world.

Mr. Zheng comforted his son that he seemed to have grown up after this incident. At this time, Zheng Guofan outside offered an opinion that made him hesitate.

"My son wants to redeem sister Huafan's body Conghuan's land, so please give it a thumbs up."
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