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As there were not many things, Zhu Ping'an packed them up quickly. There was still time, so he sat at the table and practiced calligraphy while continuing to write The Heaven Sword and the Dragon Saber, which he would need when he went home to borrow books.
After noon, it started snowing outside the window again, in balls and clusters, like catkins flying in the sky.
Perhaps he was intrigued by the snowflakes outside the window, or perhaps he had the leisure time after passing the imperial examination, Zhu Ping'an packed up his writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone, put on his rabbit fur coat, and prepared to go downstairs to stroll around the city of Nanjing after the snow.
Many students in the hall gathered around Zhu Shiming, who had just passed the imperial examination. They put two tables together, which were filled with fish and meat. There were also two small stoves beside them, warming two pots of wine with an intoxicating aroma.
"Brother Zhu, come and drink with me." Zhu Shiming saw Zhu Pingan coming down the stairs from afar and stood up to invite him.
"Two successful candidates at the same table will be a good story in the future." Others also stood up and invited Zhu Ping'an to join them. After the incident of catching a son-in-law from the list in the morning, these people had more respect for Zhu Ping'an.
How could someone who is favored by a third-rank official be easily dealt with
Zhu Ping'an thanked them for their kindness, declined to come, and left the inn, wandering aimlessly in Yingtian City. In the past, he had been busy with the imperial examinations and had not taken a close look at this ancient capital of the Six Dynasties. Today, he wanted to take a good look while he had time.
The streets outside are covered in snow. On a snowy day, restaurants and teahouses on both sides of the street are doing very well. You can smell the aroma of food and wine as you walk along the street. From time to time, you can see the scene of "green ants brewing new wine and red clay stoves". In the larger restaurants, you can even see dancing singing girls.
After walking along the Qinhuai River for a while, Zhu Ping'an changed direction and walked along another street he had never walked before.
This street is not much less bustling than the two sides of the Qinhuai River, and seems to be even more bustling. The control of this street is looser than that of the politically concentrated area of Qinhuai Confucius Temple, and the vendors are more active. There are also many children with pigtails chasing and playing on the street, which is very full of life.
The restaurant was bustling and bustling. Zhu Pingan was also infected and bought a pot sticker wrapped in thick paper, eating while enjoying the snowy scenery of Yingtian.
The skin is crispy and not greasy, and the filling is delicious and juicy.
Eating hot pot stickers on a snowy day is especially delicious.
Zigu~ tons
Just as Zhu Ping'an was eating and walking, he heard an unusually conspicuous sound of swallowing saliva.
Zhu Pingan paused and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw two five or six-year-old children leaning against the wall at the alley where the street connected to him, looking at him timidly. They were afraid and eager at the same time. They were still wearing worn-out shoes with exposed toes in the heavy snow, which seemed to be ill-fitting, and their wrinkled clothes were patched.
It was hard to tell the gender of the two children. They were skinny, with big eyes, staring at the pot stickers in their hands.
Seeing this scene, Zhu Pingan was a little shocked.
Since he traveled to the Ming Dynasty, although he lived in a small mountain village and was poor, every household could still make ends meet. He studied so much that he forgot about the existence of these dark sides.
"Come, brother will treat you to some food." Zhu Ping'an squatted down and handed the pot stickers in his hand to the two children.
The two children looked at each other, not daring to move.
"Brother is not a bad person. Come, take it." Zhu Ping'an smiled gently and once again handed the pot stickers in his hand to one of the older-looking children.
In the end, the two children couldn't resist the hot pot stickers, and the older child timidly reached out to take it. When he saw Zhu Pingan really gave it to him, his eyes lit up.
"For mother to eat."
After the two children took the pot stickers from Zhu Ping'an, they just swallowed a few more mouthfuls of saliva, and then excitedly determined the ownership of the pot stickers without any dispute.
"Big brother, come to my house and drink some water."
Because of a pot sticker, the two children completely classified Zhu Pingan as a good person, and they were so happy that they invited Zhu Pingan to their home to drink water and be a guest. The two children's eyes were shining, and they were very expectant, as if they were afraid that Zhu Pingan would refuse.
I followed the two children into the alley. It was a deep alley, like two worlds connected.
The alley was strange and winding. The two children finally led Zhu Pingan into another alley. At the entrance of the alley hung a mottled sign with the words "Yanjiyuan" written on it. Inside the alley were a large number of simple houses, low and narrow, and it was unclear whether they could shelter from the wind and snow. The alley was also dirty and messy.
The two children led Zhu Ping'an into one of the narrow and cramped courtyards, where a skinny and sickly woman was washing clothes. Her body was covered with snow, and her fingers were cracked, red and swollen from the cold.
"Dawu and Xiaowu are back. Ahem. I'll boil some water for you after I finish washing these clothes. You'll have food to eat in the evening when your father comes back."
The woman's voice was weak and she seemed to be seriously ill.
"Mom, this is for you." The older child took out a pot sticker he had wrapped and handed it to the woman who was washing clothes as if offering a treasure, as if to show off his treasure.
"Dawu, you, you stole other people's things, cough cough cough." The woman was not happy but angry when she saw this, and she kept coughing in anger.
"I don't have a mother. This big brother gave me one." said the child aggrievedly.
Then, the woman saw Zhu Ping'an walking into the yard. She took the two children into her arms with some caution, took the pot stickers from the older child, put them on a wooden board, and then took the two children and hid in the house.
"Sir, please take your things back. My husband is not here, and we are not selling our children or anything."
The woman's sick voice came from the room.
"Mom, big brother is not a bad person." The two children also spoke out, but were stopped by the woman.
Zhu Pingan looked at himself, then realized that men and women should be careful about their sex life.
Looking at the tightly closed door, Zhu Ping'an knew that it would be better for him to leave obediently at this moment. Saying one more word would be a wrong word, and staying one more minute would also be a mistake.
After thinking about it, Zhu Ping'an took out all the silver and money he had with him, placed them next to the pot stickers, bowed slightly, said something, and left.
"Excuse me."
After Zhu Ping'an said this, he left the yard and continued walking into the alley.
In this alley, Zhu Pingan witnessed with his own eyes the numerous holes beneath the glamorous appearance of the Ming Empire.
Rich people have wine and meat, but people are freezing to death on the road
For some people, heavy snow in Yingtian brings disaster rather than beauty. While the rich, officials and even themselves are enjoying the snow and feasting, the poor are dying of hunger and cold on the streets, and some do not even have money to treat their illnesses. It is really chilling.
Chatting with an old man with white hair at the end of the alley, Zhu Ping'an understood why these people fell into this situation in the Ming Dynasty where taxes were extremely low: they had no land. Why did they have no land? Because of land annexation and excessive taxes and corvee labor. The agricultural tax in the Ming Dynasty was very low but the corvee labor was very heavy. No matter what the reason, they lost their land. A farmer without land has no income, and even if he has no income, he still has to eat, so he started selling his property, etc., and then he became a refugee. When eating tree bark and leaves, etc., he couldn't fill his stomach, he had to sell his wife and children.
They had a very hard time in this unusually cold winter. They didn't have enough food to eat or warm clothes to wear. They had no money to see a doctor when they were sick.
Zhu Ping'an, a young and newly-minted scholar of the Ming Dynasty, walked in this alley with heavy steps, looking at the starving refugees struggling to survive in this alley, and seeing their begging and helpless eyes.
Drinking and appreciating the snow on the bank of Qinhuai River, freezing and starving in the alley, a certain young man walked out of the alley with heavy steps and a firm gaze. To be continued.
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