After experiencing a surge of undercurrents, Danzhou Port quickly returned to calm. No one paid any attention to the relationship between the burnt food delivery Lao Ha and another corpse in his building. As for the cause of the fire, the government did not give any explanation, and none of the foolish people had any interest in this cause.
The law and order in Danzhou Port has always been very good. Under the strict control of the Simin Baojia system, those criminals and adventurers who fled in the northern part of Qing Kingdom have no way to gain any benefits here. In addition, His Majesty the Emperor exempted the seven adjacent counties and counties near Danzhou from taxes due to the shift of trade center to the south. There will be the refugee riots caused by the famine thirty years ago.
Moreover, although Danzhou City is close to the sea, it has not been contaminated with the violent nature of the sea's uncertain weather. The residents in the city are very gentle, so when facing the most noble family in the city-Earl Beppu, they will always behave Show due respect and care. Even though everyone knew that Fan Xian was just an illegitimate child, it was still Master Fan who shouted, trying hard to suppress the slight disdain that might have always been in his heart.
This is where Fan Xian's pain lies.
In this life, except for showing off his talent as a playboy in front of that fateful housekeeper Zhou, he never had the chance to play this kind of role again. Walking on the streets of Danzhou Port, some people are very kind to him, some people respect him very much, but no one bothers him.
The true qi in his body was slowly accumulating, making his meridians extremely firm, but most of the true qi that had been lost to the snow-capped mountains in his back was peaceful, and he didn't know what the use of nesting there was.
In this life, Fan Xian has always played the role of a prudent and sensible young man, but after such a long time, he always feels a little panicked. And after knowing that his level can kill an assassin, he is looking forward to being a hero, fighting for justice, saving a beautiful woman and so on.
But Danzhou Port is peaceful, very peaceful.
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Ningshen incense was lit in the study room, and the faint fragrance was refreshing, making me feel very comfortable. Fan Xian held a delicate brush in his hand, and wrote carefully on the rice paper cut to about the size of four palms. Today’s literary field is divided into the Jinwen School and the Ancient Wen School. There are also two types of pens: the quill and the brush. From the perspective of convenience, it may be better to use the quill, so now the government offices in Kyoto generally use it. They were all like this, including when Fei Jie was teaching in Danzhou.
However, the craft of sharpening the nib of the quill pen requires a truly skilled master. The nib is easily deformed after a long time of use, so it is not easy to really promote it.
Fan Xian prefers brushes. Firstly, he feels that since square characters happen to be used in this world, the characters written with brushes are of course more beautiful. He decided to practice calligraphy well so as not to be too embarrassing in the future.
On the other hand, he thinks that the story he is currently "writing" must be copied slowly with a brush and in very beautiful lowercase letters, in order to show that respect.
Sisi, the personal maid, held the ink stick with two slender fingers, and slowly and gently rubbed it clockwise in the inkstone. Her eyes fell on the paper in front of the young master, and she saw the words on it:
"...I saw Chih-chih washing tea bowls alone in the room. Qin Zhong came and kissed him with his arms around him. Chih-chih stomped anxiously and said: What is this! If you don't follow me, I will die here. Wisdom said: What do you want? Only when I get out of this prison and get rid of these people, will I follow you. Qin Zhongdao: This is easy, but the distant water can't save the near thirsty... "
Seeing the unbearable content written on it, Sisi couldn't help blushing, and spat: "Why is this intelligence so shameless?"
Hearing the maid's voice of complaint, Fan Xian raised his head curiously, and asked with a smile, "Sister, why do you say that you are smart and shameless?" He always called a few big maids in the room or where no one else was paying attention. Sister, this habit has continued since Dong'er started. The maids couldn't resist him, and the old lady didn't care, so I had to let him go. After all these years, I've gotten used to it, and I don't think it's different.
The blush spread out on Sisi's face, she was very beautiful like a morning cloud, and she explained in a rambling manner: "The nun... her words and actions are too frivolous... It's just young master, what is a nun? What is the Mantou Temple?"
Fan Xian chuckled, thinking that if you write about Qin Zhong's affair with Zhi Zhi'er later, you might think it's the real Meng Lang. But when Sisi asked what a nun was, he remembered that if there was no Buddhism in this world, there would naturally be no monks and no female monks.
He scratched his head with his empty hands, not knowing how to explain it, and after a long time, he choked out a sentence: "Nuns are like ascetic monks, and Mantou Temple is like a place like a temple."
Sisi was taken aback when she heard his explanation: "Young Master, you don't dare to write nonsense. The temple is in the misty place of the sky. It has always been compassionate to the world and doesn't do anything about it. How could it be such a dirty place?"
Fan Xian didn't explain to her, and said with a smile, "I know, I just need to be more careful when I write."
After writing a few more sentences, he thought of something, and let Sisi go out, lest the maid would report to the old lady when she saw the inappropriate content for children behind. When he was a child, he often told stories to scare Dong'er. Dong'er always thought it was taught by that teacher, and later he actually went to the old lady to complain, which made Fan Xian silent for several days.
After a few careful instructions, Sisi put down the ink in her hand and pushed the door out. The twisted demeanor before going out really made Fan Xian's heart feel a little warm.
Fan Xian penned the pen and pondered, thinking that copying Dream of the Red Chamber is indeed much more complicated than plagiarizing the poems of the former sages. He started writing a year ago, and now he has only written fifteen chapters silently. It was exactly the same, but it was clearer. Thanks to this, Cao Xueqin was able to remember Cao Xueqin's verdicts, which were beautiful but hard to remember.
It's just that the background of the characters in the book is always slightly different from this world. I don't know if they will understand it after being seen by others in the future, so some important points still need to be changed slowly. But Fan Xian still has great confidence in the Dream of Red Mansions in his pen. A cow, will it be a cow if it is brought to Beijing—Dream of Red Mansions? In this world, it is still a dream of Red Mansions, and it is still a big cow.