Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 341 All belong to our family
The prosperity of Jinling can be traced back to the Warring States period. According to legend, Qin Shihuang passed by here during his east tour and found that there was an emperor's spirit here. In order not to endanger the rule of Xianyang, he dug Zijin Mountain to vent his kingly spirit. The royal spirit is not accumulated, and the capitals here are all short-lived dynasties.

The theory of Feng Shui was denounced as pseudoscience by later generations, but even the government of the Republic of China was defeated in the past [-] years. The Ming Dynasty only experienced two emperors here, and then moved to the north. Some things of the ancestors are still worthy of awe.

Although the scenery of Yingtianfu in Nanzhili was no longer there in the time of Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, the cultural and economic functions here are still prosperous. Businesses from south to north converge here, and talents from Suzhou, Huzhou, Hangzhou, Wuxi and other places also gather here. Studying diligently, there are also many famous Confucian scholars giving lectures here. At the same time in the West, such as Paris and Istanbul, the population of more than 20 is already considered a super city, and Moscow only has a mere 300 people. It has a population of [-] million, which is even larger than the population of the capital.

There are hundreds of thousands of people just outside the thirteen gates. Song Qingshu's lucky boat from the Jiangnan Navy is considered big, but at the Yanziji Ferry, there are many boats that are bigger than his. Yes, when docking, the porters carrying and unloading the goods are as dense as ants before a rainy day, and there are no less than a hundred ships docked. This kind of throughput is not even comparable to that of the sea coachmen in Amsterdam, the Netherlands at the same time. It looks busy. If everything is not so antique, Song Qingshu even has a feeling of returning to post-modernism.

I am used to the desolation in northern Shaanxi, and when I come to this metropolis, even Caiwei and Li Baoer feel that their eyes are not enough. Xiaojiao tries to maintain a disdainful and noble princess appearance, but from the moment she turns around In the big eyes, it is obvious that there is a strong sense of freshness and curiosity.

"Wow, I used to think that our Dai County would be prosperous enough, but I didn't expect that there is such a prosperous place in the world, it's so lively!" Foolishly followed Song Qingshu and got off the boat, looking around, Li Gu'er couldn't help it exclaimed in amazement.

The feeling here is indeed different. Luoyang, Xi'an, Yan'an Prefecture, Taiyuan, Song Qingshu has basically been to several large northern cities, but there gives him the feeling that there is this obvious depression, solidified class, and rigid Thoughts, a lifeless depression, but here, before stepping into the legendary prosperous Jinling, he already felt a vigorous vitality.

Looking at the past, the entire pier is full of lively teahouses and taverns, vendors negotiating business, and migrants and poets in long gowns. The traffickers and pawns walking through the streets are also living at an extremely fast pace of life. It feels very post-modern, especially the sprouting of capitalism that is miraculous. He has seen it. It is close to the port and to the city wall. Hundreds of textile workshops make mechanical noises, and they get off the boat and look around. In a circle, Song Qingshu himself couldn't help being ambitious, he opened his arms to his wives and concubines, and said confidently.

"There will be a place for us here, just wait, Nanjing City will always remember me, Song Qingshu!"

"Ouch, Toad opened his mouth wide, he took a big breath!"

Just when Song Qingshu was expressing his feelings directly, an untimely strange cry sounded from the side, and he turned his head in astonishment, Song Qingshu couldn't help frowning.

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a dog skin plaster on his forehead, a cow dung bun turned to the side, and his chest was split open, revealing a chest of disgusting black chest hair, his head tilted to one side, and he looked like he was flattened, followed behind him , and there are about a dozen guys in black clothes with their arms folded and sticks in their arms. Song Qingshu has seen a lot of these people recently. He caught more than 3000 fleas in Anqing City. It is one of the serious social problems in the south of the Yangtze River. , hit OK.

It's unlucky enough to meet a lame man as soon as he gets off the boat, the only thing that makes Song Qingshu feel a little better is that he has to look up at himself.

The height of the Chinese reached its peak from the Qin and Han Dynasties, and then gradually became shorter with the social unrest and the development of farming. When the People’s Republic of China was founded, the height standard for conscription once reached 1.5 meters, and then with the development of society, it became shorter again. Gradually move towards the peak.

Although the farming society has fed more people, but nutritionists have done calculations, in fact, it is not as rich in nutrients as in the hunting period. The population in the south of the Yangtze River is dense, and rice farming is developed, which also leads to single food and insufficient protein intake. The contemporary southerners were somewhat shorter than the northerners.

This guy is considered short among the southerners, and Wu Dalang is a little taller than Little Carrot, which makes Song Qingshu, who is somewhat frustrated among his tall generals, feel more comfortable.

Simply ignoring him, Song Qingshu went on talking to the girls in his family on his own, that disdainful expression immediately angered Wu Dalang, he crossed his arms and blocked Song Qingshu's way in a rage. groaned.

"Do you know who I am? Whether you understand the rules or not, Beihuo will have to report to the Longping Hou Mansion, otherwise you will not even be able to get off the boat. Where did you come from?"

report?Or to a Houfu?Song Qingshu was really a little shocked. He has seen a lot of business travels, and there is really no one who needs to make him bow his head.

Song Qingshu didn't know, he was already being polite, if he hadn't seen more than a dozen big boats of his, which were still in the style of big fortune boats, and they were quite powerful. Generally, small businessmen don't have eyes so rashly come to Nanjing to visit the pier, The Wu Dalang in front of him had already ordered people to throw all his goods into the Yangtze River.

At this time, Shi Lang who was next to him hurriedly tugged on Song Qingshu's sleeve secretly, and told him in a low voice.

"Boss, this Marquis of Longping is an honorable lord who was granted to Nanjing during the time of Jingnan, and he also has a lot of communication with the nobles in the north. The original cotton goods in Guanzhong, who want to hang around in Nanjing, will get Longping. Hou there worships the pier and obeys the rules."

This Song Qingshu suddenly realized that the feelings are just sitting on the ground to collect money, but the protection fee has changed from the original local ruffian to the noble lord, the rules, the name is also nice, but a while ago, the battle of Anqing, what? This Hou and that dude were beaten to pieces by the beggar army, not to mention that those who associate with Song Qingshu are either at the governor level, or from aristocratic families, senior officials, Song Qingshu really didn't pay attention to Hou, and waved his hands like chasing flies.

"Wherever I have been doing business, I have never visited any wharf. Hurry up and get out of here, or I will throw you into the Yangtze River to feed you bastards."

Seeing Song Qingshu leading his wives and concubines to walk forward arrogantly, Wu Dalang couldn't help being stunned. He usually threatened others by throwing the Yangtze River to feed the bastards. After passing the pier, this guy reacted with a jerk, howling like a wild wolf.

"Hey, you grandson, how brave you are!"

With a whoosh, all the gangsters who followed him pulled out their sticks and surrounded them all at once, so angry that Wu Dalang's plastered forehead was full of blue veins, and he pointed at Song Qingshu's nose savagely and yelled with.

"It doesn't matter where you came from, I will teach you some lessons today, so that you who have not even grown hair know that you can't mess with those! Come on, beat me up, smash it!"

These gangsters are really like gangsters, they do it as soon as they say it, making Song Qingshu retreat nervously one after another, not because he is afraid of these gangsters, he has killed more people than these guys' entire families now, a few shots Jumping over is similar to killing a chicken, but Caiwei and the others are beside them, so it's not good to scare them.

It is naturally impossible for Song Qingshu to come to Nanjing by himself. Although the relationship with the imperial court is quite harmonious now, the imperial court is notorious for turning their faces and refusing to recognize people. More than 200 of his soldiers came with the ship to see if someone dared to threaten him. The more than 30 frontline soldiers in the vicinity also pulled out their bayonets without even thinking about it.

Blood was about to splash on the pier, but at this time, another group of people rode over from a distance, shouting loudly.

"stop!"

The Nanjing Imperial Guard patrolling the yamen, who had not come out just now, would gather around like flies, and then the person shouting was wearing a brocade robe and several high hats in the same costumes, the attire looked particularly special Under the retinue of these soldiers, many people swaggered in on tall horses.

Seeing the person coming, Wu Dalang was taken aback, his face turned blue and then pale, he swallowed his breath after a while, and greeted him with his fists in his hands: "I don't know which father-in-law came to this pier for business in the Marquis of Longping , what is your order?"

"Hey, Marquis Longping, that kid Zhang Gongri is getting more and more famous, and he will have to report to Eunuch Cui later."

The leading eunuch who was 50 or [-] years old didn't answer, he hummed lightly, and immediately got off the horse, and went straight to Song Qingshu with a smile on his face. Eunuch Cui has already prepared a reception banquet, please tell me about it."

"Eunuch Jiao is so troublesome!"

The guardian Bingbi has come to clear the way, and the few gangsters in Longping Mansion are now considered scum?The garrison yamen of the forbidden army at the wharf shoved them away unceremoniously, and the garrison officer kindly left dozens of soldiers to stand guard for Song Qingshu's cargo ship and follow Jiao Dalin's horse team. A gorgeous Western-style four-wheeled carriage in the style of Dai County, dozens of soldiers of the frontline army rode behind, and took a few girls to sit in the carriage. In the past and present, Song Qingshu entered Nanjing City for the first time.

Watching the carriage go away in astonishment, Wu Dalang couldn't help spitting fiercely in resentment.

"The eggless dog eunuch, what kind of moth is here again, but what is the origin of this kid? Even the eunuch came to clear the way for him? You must report to Lord Hou immediately when you go back!"

The yamen guarding Cui Si is in the Forbidden City of Nanjing. Now that the emperor is not in Nanjing, these guarding eunuchs have become the masters of the palace. It is not because of Jiao Dalin that Cui Si saw Song Qingshu. Cui Si, who was the eunuch in charge of the army, had experienced it deeply before, and now the imperial court's command of the Anqihuo army seems to be a certainty. Song Qingshu may be an important general in Nanzhili, and the eunuch is also bullying and fearing hard. The so-called supervising the guarding of the entire Southern Zhili Army, Cui Si must meet him.

The food at this banquet was shabby and nutritious, representing the imperial court. Cui Si, the dead eunuch, was suppressed and sarcastic, and now he wanted to hang out in Nanjing, but Song Qingshu had to endure it. Good guy, the Longping Marquis wanted it. The rules were not presented, but it cost 5 taels of silver to this dead eunuch.

It can be regarded as coaxing the emperor's eyes and ears to understand, after leaving the forbidden palace, Song Qingshu heaved a sigh of relief, but then he whispered Ruan Dacheng, this bastard took the initiative to invite Song Qingshu to enter Yingtian Mansion to develop, but this time he really came, But he didn't show up. If it wasn't for Jiao Dalin's unexpected tricks, the bloodbath on the pier just after arriving today would not have ended well.

Cursing Ruan Dacheng, the begging army's carriage headed east again. This luxurious four-wheeled carriage also had a large group of vicious guards. Song Qingshu, a thoroughgoing bandit, was stunned along the way, and no Nanjing Forbidden Army dared to stop him.

In the entire Yingtianfu, the most essential location is besides the Forbidden City, which is the Qinhuai River of the Confucius Temple. It has been prosperous since the Tang Dynasty. Du Mu's "Po Qinhuai" was sung here. By the end of the Ming Dynasty, this In the period of rapid commercial development and great change, this place is even more prosperous. On the banks of the Shili River, there are a variety of wine shops and shops. The famous Qinhuai River Flower House is also on the Mibu River. Princes, grandsons, businessmen and wealthy businessmen are everywhere, and it is very lively.

Qu Botao was also sent here to stop at the front station, at the intersection of the busy street, this Shanxi old man was still in his usual old sheepskin vest, waiting there with his arms folded, looking at the sign on Song Qingshu's carriage, he hurried up with his assistant, and in the carriage Clenched fists at the window and saluted.

"The little one has seen the owner."

"He's the shopkeeper? Come on!" As soon as the car door opened, Song Qingshu greeted him without hesitation to get into the car.

At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, it is the time of looking for happiness and asking willows, the Qinhuai River is really lively, the carriages can’t run here anymore, and they move forward slowly with the flow of people, looking out the window at the Confucius Temple Street, which has a taste of Dalian’s night market, Song Qingshu was in a good mood and asked casually.

"The shopkeeper Qu has been here in Yingtian Mansion for a month. How is things going? Have you found a place for our business?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Qu Botao's eyes lit up obviously, he opened the car window with some pride, pointed to both sides, and said with incomparable ebullition.

"Marshal, from this small building to the three-story restaurant on the edge, it's all ours!"

At first, he was a little careless, but when he looked around, Song Qingshu's eyes almost popped out, and his speech became unclear.

"This, all belong to our family?"

(End of this chapter)