Records of the Lost Cases of Helaitang in the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 113 Wanhuzhuang customs
Wang Heng walked forward with endless reverie. At the end of the gallery was the main building of Xianyun Building. The main building was very deep. Except for the stairwell on the right, the entire floor was one large room.

It was snowing in the late afternoon, and the light in the library was extremely dim.

"Master, did Mr. Mo leave today?" The sudden voice startled everyone, and a skinny old man walked out of the stairwell. Judging from the clothes he was wearing, he seemed to be a servant.

The boy leading the way in the East Tower quickly said: "Liu Da, this Young Master Wang is a distinguished guest in the East Tower. He is trapped in the village in the snow and wants to find some books to entertain himself."

"Oh, the young master is not here to pay a visit to Mr. Mo. So, I wonder what kind of books the young master is looking for?" Liu Da asked.

Wang Heng came to Xianyun Tower just to search for clues, without any specific goal. He reacted very quickly. Mr. Mo didn't know who he was, but he must be a famous person in the village who was in charge of Xianyun Tower. He smiled and said: " Your mansion thrives in the Western Hills of Dongting, and it has abundant financial resources. Students in our academy have always respected the knowledge of managing the world and are interested in finding some historical records about your mansion."

Liu Da breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Young Master came just by chance. Mr. Mo has reviewed it for three years and added and deleted it countless times. The "Dongting Xishan Wanhu Village Customs Chronicles" will be published in the first half of the year. Now it is placed on the second floor with fragrant ink. Mr. Mo Please go upstairs with the old man and have a look."

Wang Heng obeyed the order happily, and the boy who led the way resigned promptly when he saw this.

The wooden stairs going up to the second floor were extremely steep. Wang Heng stepped on them, fearing that he would lose his footing, so he held on to the handrail tightly. Although Liu Da was old, he moved very quickly, and he had already reached the upper floor. Wang Heng secretly admired and said, It is no exaggeration to say that he is as light as a swallow.

The second floor of Xianyun Building was divided into two large study rooms. Liu Da led Wang Heng into the one at the east end of the stairs. Wang Heng looked up and saw that the plaque mentioned "Dongtian Blessed Land", and looked at the one at the west end. The same There is a plaque "Langhuan Blessed Land".

Liu Da asked Wang Heng to sit down on the official chair. It was still early and there was no light due to the snow. To prevent Wang Heng from being blind, Liu Da considerately lit a glass lamp.

Wang Heng knew that lighting fires was generally not allowed in libraries, and Liu Da was indeed a way to entertain distinguished guests.

Liu Dali said apologetically: "The rules set by Mr. Mo are that no books in the Dongtian Paradise are allowed to be borrowed, but the books in the Langhuan Paradise next door can be registered and taken away."

Wang Heng showed a gentle smile and said: "Of course everything will be done according to your regulations. The atmosphere for reading here is very good."

Liu Da moved a large box from the Tianzihao bookcase and said diligently: "The Dongting Xishan Wanhuzhuang Customs Chronicles is here. Master, please feel free to do it. If you need any other books, just ask me to serve you." ."

Wang Heng nodded slightly, and Liu Da walked away lightly, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Wang Heng did not look for him, and focused on reading. Not long after, he suddenly saw Liu Da coming up with a saucer and a fine Longquan porcelain tea cup. Wang Heng put it in his hand and gently smelled the fragrance. It was probably the black tea from this mountain, with a strong aroma. The rich and fragrant aroma, one sip, the sweet aftertaste is wonderful.

"Dongting Xishan Wanhuzhuang Customs Chronicle" indicates that the editor is Liu Mocun, a native of Suzhou Prefecture, presumably Liu Dakou Zhongmo Lao.

After flipping through a few pages, I found that Mr. Mo had worked hard on this historical record with detailed writing and beautiful diction.There are old scholars with such knowledge in Wanhu Village. If it weren't for the unrest in Zhuangzi, why would Huang Yuntai go out to study in the academy? From this, Wang Heng sighed again, fate is playing tricks on people.

The opening chapter of "Feng Tu Zhi" is that Yuanyang Gong, the owner of the Huang clan, led his troops to travel thousands of miles south, and first settled in the Houbu area of ​​​​Han Village. Over the past few years, he assisted the previous court in wiping out the Baitou Army, a water bandit in Taihu Lake, and was named the "Baitou Army" by the previous dynasty. There were tens of thousands of watermen in Taihu Lake. Because the village population grew too fast, a new dock was built under Piaomiao Peak. The Huang family lived in Ten Thousand Houses for generations.

Mr. Mo was hired by the descendants of the Huang family to compile the annals. It is not surprising that the ancestors and founders only mentioned Duke Yuanyang.

Wang Heng's thoughts were ups and downs, and he thought that if he didn't know some of the beginning and end, he would have believed in the local customs. It can be seen that history can be dressed up by people, and it is better to believe in books than to have no books.

Wang Heng cursed secretly, put down the book, took a sip of tea, glanced forward, and suddenly found something unusual.

Although the Langhuan Paradise at the west end is said to be two separate rooms from the Dongtian Paradise, they are actually only slightly separated.

Wang Heng was sitting at the entrance of the Cave Heaven Paradise. Looking westward, he could clearly see the scene in Langhuan Paradise.

I don’t know when a lamp was lit in Langhuan Paradise. Next to the lamp stood a delicate girl, sometimes arranging the bookshelf with her back on her back, sometimes sitting sideways and reciting. The light reflected her beautiful eyes and smoke, This is undoubtedly a beautiful girl.

However, what surprised Wang Heng was not the beauty of the girl, but the way she was dressed. She was wearing a jade-colored narrow-sleeved cardigan and slit trousers. She was very elegant and out-of-this-world. She was not a girl nowadays at all. Women in this dynasty dress conservatively, which is like the dress of the previous dynasty a long time ago.

What's more, in heavy snow weather, it is appropriate to at least wear a cotton-fur jacket and skirt. This girl is so thinly dressed, it seems like she is in spring and autumn.

Wang Heng stood up involuntarily, walked a few steps to the west, and came to the window of Langhuan Paradise. The girl didn't even raise her head, she was still holding a book in her hands, looking fascinated.

Wang Heng gently knocked on the window door and saluted, "Girl."

The girl acted as if there was no one else around, only concentrating on reading the book in her hand.

Wang Heng's expression froze, he didn't know what to do, and stared blankly at the girl outside the window.

The girl watched for a while, then got up and came to a bookcase. She seemed to put down the book in her hand, and walked around the bookshelf a few times.

Not long after, Wang Heng discovered that the girl disappeared out of thin air. He rubbed his eyes and walked into Langhuan Paradise. At this time, the sky was not completely dark, so he could still see clearly who was in the room, but the girl was really gone.

(End of this chapter)