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It was getting dark. The corner lanterns were lit on the restaurants on both sides of the Qinhuai River. There were thousands of them on each street, making it as bright as day. People walking by did not carry lanterns.
There was a half moon in the sky, floating on the river with the lights. There was also a pleasure boat passing by with soft music, which was desolate, gentle and touching.
The girls living in the houses on both sides of the river, wearing light gauze clothes and jasmine flowers in their hair, rolled up their curtains and listened quietly by the railings. So when the drums of the lantern boats sounded, the curtains on both sides rolled up their windows and opened, and the fragrant mist of ambergris, agarwood and sulphur burned in the houses on the river gushed out, merging with the moonlight in the river, looking like immortals in Langyuan and fairies in Yao Palace.
And the official residence on the 16th floor, dressed up in new clothes, welcoming tourists from all over the world. This scene of drunkenness and dreamlessness, I wonder if anyone will think of the two lines of poetry: The merchant woman knows not the hatred of the lost country, she still sings the song of Hou Ting Hua across the river.
Perhaps these two lines of poetry are not very appropriate, but at least the Ming Dynasty has not yet fallen, right
Qin Mu sat under the willow tree by the river, chewing on the pancakes that he had bought with the broken pieces of grass, thinking about what to do in the future. The first step was to get some money to solve the imminent survival problem. Without solving this problem, everything else was nonsense.
Then he would see who to turn to. A year later, the Qing Dynasty would attack, and Qin Mu didn't want to shave his head and become a slave of the Qing Dynasty.
As a juren, I am still very popular among the peasant army, just like Li Yan. Let's surrender first and then find an opportunity to seize power.
Of course, you can also form a team yourself, but given the current situation, this is more difficult. This body is powerless, and the risk of raising the flag of rebellion is too high.
But who should I turn to
Li Zicheng chased Chongzhen too closely, all the way to the King of Hell. If he had surrendered to him, he would have been killed before he could even get a chance.
Zheng Chenggong is not bad. He should be learning literature from Qian Qianyi now. He probably returned to his hometown in Fujian after the fall of Beijing.
This created a problem. Before Zheng Chenggong returned to Fujian, he had no chance to build up his own power and prepare for future power seizure. Moreover, the Zheng family was a family business, so there was little room for development in it, and it was even more difficult to fish in troubled waters.
Well, we can think about this problem slowly, but solving the current problem of food and clothing is the most urgent task.
I have been busy for a long time today but gained nothing. I seem to be starving and there is something wrong with my strategic direction. It is like Bill Gates trying to grab the plate from others. Can you win
What are your advantages
Just as he thought of this, a dirty little face suddenly appeared in front of him. It was hard to tell whether it was a boy or a girl, with messy hair like a chicken coop. But those eyes gave Qin Mu a very special feeling. They were very bright, as bright as two stars in the sky.
Gurgle! A light sound came, and Qin Mu knew exactly what it was. He subconsciously protected the pancake in his hand because he had been tormented by the gurgling sound for the entire afternoon.
Those bright eyes were still staring at the pancake in his hand, and he kept swallowing his saliva. Looking at his small body, he was probably less than ten years old. What a sin!
"Do you want to eat?" Young Master Qin's heart softened.
The little beggar nodded vigorously.
"Are you sure you really want to eat it?" Young Master Qin held out half of a fried dumpling that he hadn't eaten yet, and hesitated again. He didn't forget how his penis was shattered just now. There are at least 8,000 refugees pouring into Jinling City. Can we be so pitiful as to overtake them
But before he could make up his mind to take the pancake back, a small hand quickly passed by and the pancake disappeared.
"Hey, hey, hey! Look how dirty you are. You should wash your hands before eating. Didn't anyone teach you?"
Seeing that the little figure had already flashed into the shadow of the willow tree, Young Master Qin had no choice but to give up his efforts to popularize public health and ate the remaining half of the pancake in two or three bites.
What's the use of more than 3 billion assets? At least Mr. Yang now deeply understands one truth: food is yours only after it is eaten.
And this truth will become his lifelong motto.
After walking around for half a day today, Qin Mu did not gain nothing. At least he had chosen a place to stay for tonight. There was an ancestral hall of a wealthy family behind Wuyi Lane. During the day, someone was cleaning it, so it was very clean. It would definitely be locked at night, but that was not a problem.
A soldier who can't open a lock is not a good soldier, not to mention that he made the ambition to become a general in front of the beautiful teacher in the kindergarten.
"Why are you following me?" Qin Mu had only taken a dozen steps when he realized that he was being followed by a mysterious person.
The pair of bright eyes flickered in the moonlight without making a sound. Qin Mu guessed that his motto was: Silence is golden.
"Don't follow me, the pancakes are gone. I've lost all my money and only managed to fill half of my stomach!"
His small body looked so frail under the dim moonlight, and he remained silent.
"You're still following me!" Young Master Qin put on a ferocious look.
The little man took a few steps back in fright, but after Qin Mu took a few steps, he found that he was following him silently.
"You still want to follow me, right? Well, follow me, and I'll roast you when I'm hungry."
"You won't, you're a good person." She finally spoke, and Qin Mu found that she deliberately lowered her voice, as if she wanted to make her voice sound rough, but Qin Mu still judged that she was a little girl.
At such a young age, you are actually trying to be scheming in front of your benefactor. How can you pretend to be a man
"I'm a good person? Who told you I'm a good person? I tell you, I'm so bad that I have a sore on my head..." Well, there really is a big "sore" on his head now. Qin Mu couldn't help but touch the back of his head. Damn traitor, don't let me meet you, or I'll make you suffer.
"You are a good guy."
"Apart from this, do you have anything else to say? Let me tell you, once a docile dog becomes homeless, it will slowly become more ferocious than a wolf in order to compete with its own kind for food... Uh, bah, bah! Although we have lost our home, we..."
"Don't be a dog!"
"Hahaha, alright, for what you said, I'll accept you as my little pony. Tell me, what's your name?"
"My name is Xiaoqiao."
There were several tall pine trees in front of the ancestral hall, blocking the moonlight from the sky and making the surroundings look gloomy.
Two dark figures, one big and one small, flashed in front of the ancestral hall like ghosts. Soon there was a slight sound from the door lock, and then the door was pushed open with a creaky sound. It was dark inside, and a sinister wind came out, which made people shiver.
"come on in... ... ... ... ... "
Qin Mu's voice suddenly stopped halfway through his words. A cold light flashed in the eerie ancestral hall, and "whoosh!" A steel knife came towards his neck with a sharp gust of wind, scaring Qin Mu so much that he shuddered and his legs went weak.
"Please spare my life. I just want to stay here for one night. I don't have any other intentions..."
“It’s you!” The dark shadow in the ancestral hall exclaimed in surprise. The big knife stopped just in front of Qin Mu’s neck. The cold and fierce aura of the knife made him involuntarily take a half step back.
At this moment, the little beggar who had been following Qin Mu silently suddenly rushed out like a civet cat, hugged the thigh of the black shadow inside and bit it.
"Xiao Qiao, get out of the way quickly, don't..." Qin Mu was shocked and without thinking too much, he quickly covered the black shadow's hand holding the knife and shouted urgently.
The tall black shadow raised his leg and threw the little beggar to the corner of the room, and pushed Qin Mu hard. Qin Mu staggered back two steps and sat down on the doorstep.
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