Chapter 25, Twenty-seven moments in the four years of Chongzhen (Twenty-five)
The twenty-fifth moment: Trivia in Guangzhou
Late December of the fourth year of Chongzhen, Guangzhou
After another night has passed, the city of Guangzhou, which has warm weather all year round, welcomes the morning of a new day.
While many Guangzhou citizens who were accustomed to getting up late were still sleeping, Zhang Yu, the young owner of Huifu Lane, slowly walked out of the ancestral walnut cake shop with his schoolbag in hand. Several elderly people who had woken up early and were laying down their bunks saw him and greeted him enthusiastically: "...Xia Mizi is back to school." Zhang Yu also greeted them one by one, leaving a lot of admiration behind him: "...You are really knowledgeable and polite. When will I learn this?"
Fifteen-year-old Zhang Yu is currently studying at Nanyu Social School. He is a good boy in the eyes of his parents and a good student in the neighborhood. But when he turned to Yongqing Street (now south of Beijing Road), he couldn't help but stop and linger - the street was not wide, but a track with two iron bars was being built, and everyone said it belonged to Kun people. The horse-drawn railway will only cost a few cents and you can ride to the "Big World" under construction on the Pearl River. Zhang Yu has never seen a horse pulling a cart, but small iron carts often pass by on the track. As long as the two of them press up and down, they can move like flying. Every time he sees them, he can't take his eyes off them.
After hanging around for a long time, Zhang Yu was already late when he arrived at the Social Studies Department, but the old teacher who taught him had not arrived yet. Only the seniors led everyone to endorse. This gentleman is currently obsessed with the Kunren Mark Six Lottery. One time during class, a group of students were reading: "...The Master said: When I am fifteen, I am determined to learn, when I am thirty, I am established, when I am forty, I am not confused, and when I am fifty, I know. Destiny, at the age of sixty, my ears are attuned..." The gentleman suddenly jumped up and shouted: "...I have obtained it!" Zhang Yu, who was distracted, was startled, and then the husband rushed out of the room, leaving a group of students staring at him.
Later, Zhang Yucai heard from his senior that it was his husband who found the Mark Six lottery numbers in the book and won the third prize and five taels of silver. Since then, my husband’s passion for gambling has only increased. Last month, Zhang Yu unexpectedly saw her husband and a group of laborers in short shirts frothing at the mouth discussing hot numbers at the entrance of a Mark Six Lottery shop. He didn't look as aloof as he did in class at all. Recently, he has been almost invisible. Come to class
Everyone memorized a few paragraphs unintentionally, and the senior announced: "... Sir, I want everyone to carefully read Chapter 13 of "Selected Works of the Times"."
Next, those obedient and good students naturally took out their books and studied the articles. Not so obedient students... Li Ziyu beside Zhang Yu winked for a while, while Zhang Yu pushed his other two friends Zeng Juan and Chen Shixin in a tacit understanding, and then the four of them packed their schoolbags and skipped school. ——The senior never cares anyway.
After running out of the study, a group of friends chatted and laughed and enjoyed playing hooky. The owner of a rental bookstall on the street saw them and waved his hands: "Young masters, the latest doll book of Romance of the Three Kingdoms has arrived." Several people stopped immediately, caught up with the person in front of them, picked up a comic book, and looked for it in the crowd. He sat down on the stool and began to read. Only Chen Shixin, who came from a poor family, was reluctant to spend money and just put his head behind him to watch.
Although the books printed by this Australian are all in vulgar Chinese characters, there is no problem as long as you are used to reading them. Moreover, the calligraphy and painting are exquisite, and even several grandmothers can read them with gusto. Of course, what they watch are dramatic stories about talented men and beauties, knights and witches, and they shed a few tears when they see the painful scenes.
After a long time, a few people reluctantly put the comic strips back on the bookshelf. They searched high and low again, and when they saw that there were no new books, they paid the money and squeezed out. Don’t forget to shout: When the new Romance of the Three Kingdoms arrives, remember to notify us!
"... Mr. Guan is still awesome." The teenagers walking on the street, still immersed in the book, began to discuss among themselves.
"...Xuchang should be included in the next episode."
"...Shit! I didn't watch the preview of the next episode."
"...it was Maicheng who scared Cao Cao to death before leaving. My mother-in-law told me."
"...Don't make any noise, don't make any noise, the next episode will be out in ten days."
"...This Romance of the Three Kingdoms doll book will only come out in ten years. I really can't wait."
A few people were talking and laughing, and then they saw a new thing on the street: a man standing behind a strange stall selling something, with a sign saying "Australian Specialty" hanging next to it. The teenagers leaned over curiously and looked at the thing in the man's hand - it looked like a basin, but it was deeper than the basin. A hole was drilled in the center. There were metal pipes supporting some machinery, and a ball of The fire was igniting from under the central part that looked like a small metal can. As the vendor stepped on a pedal, that part began to rotate endlessly, making a whooshing friction sound. Then the vendor took out a small paper bag and poured the "Australian white sugar" inside into the rotating jar.
Next, what happened in front of them made the teenagers' eyes widen - they saw countless slender white silk threads quietly appearing in the big basin-like thing, and the strands were like spider threads, while the man had nothing to do He used a spindle to wrap it around the basin - soon, the twisted threads turned into a big fluffy mass, "...marshmallows! They're so sweet! Do you want some?" the vendor asked with a smile.
The itchy teenagers took out a few copper coins one after another, and each bought a bunch. They took a bite carefully, and immediately felt the fragrance of the candy slowly soaking into the tip of their tongues. Then, everyone started to bite into it in big and small mouths. The marshmallow balls were so full of sweetness that they almost overflowed... Unfortunately, this kind of thing seemed to be a little too sweet, and it seemed that it was already a bit tiring to eat.
After eating the marshmallows, everyone continued on their way and soon reached the Pearl River. A large boat-shaped stone appeared in front of them. It was the Haizhu Stone. It was one of the eight scenic spots in Yangcheng at the time and was called "Zhuhai Qinglan". Wenxi was built on the stone. The temple, looking from a distance, is crowded with people. Instead of joining in the fun, they went to a "secret base" by the river: under a big banyan tree by the embankment. As soon as he sat down in the shade of the tree, Chen Shixin couldn't wait to take out the Australian charcoal pencils from his schoolbag and began to copy the comic strip he had just read. The other three people were already used to this painting fanatic, and Zeng Juan suggested: "... let's play Three Kingdoms!"
Li Ziyu took out his schoolbag and said: "...Don't worry, my family bought a new game from Kunren yesterday."
Zhang Yu reached out and took it over and took a look: "...Fu Ming Dynasty? Is this a promotion plan for Kun Ren?"
"...It's much more fun than the promotion map. I heard it was created by Prince Kun. People in Kun like to worship this sage the most. It can bless the safety of their family."
Then, everyone listened to Li Ziyu’s explanation while studying the instructions themselves. They quickly got started and became more and more engaged the more they played
"...You colluded with the eunuchs!"
"...I want to defend myself!"
"...The chief minister's holy family is almost gone. Let's impeach him quickly!"
After half an hour of card battle, Li Ziyu successfully reached the top position of Jirenchen. The three of them joked with each other while cleaning up. The topic soon led to the Liao affairs. Thanks to the various military magazines published by Kunren in recent years, several teenagers had already Duels between generals are no longer regarded as the main content of the war - the articles they once read in magazines were quickly transformed into their own thoughts, vying to come out of everyone's mouth:
"You must form a spear formation, this is Marshal Huangshi's famous stunt!"
"That's right, as long as they stab to the right together, the Tatars will be helpless! And shaking the spear can also break the arrow rain!"
Zeng Juan proudly stretched out a finger, shook his head and said: "Even if the Tatars are good at fighting, one can be as good as ten, the number of their tribes who can fight is only 200,000 at most. We, the Ming Dynasty, have a large population, even if we choose one out of a hundred, , Select two million spearmen to destroy Kun and slaughter the Tatars! It’s a shame that all the officials in the court will be killed, and the affairs of Liao and Kun will not be considered!”
Zhang Yu sneered: "...Two million? Where do you get so much money to recruit soldiers?"
"... Liaodong is thousands of miles fertile and fertile, and all the Liao people have been slaughtered. We can use elite soldiers to give land certificates as warriors, and we can get the land by restoring Liao. Do you dare to spare your life for all the soldiers?"
Before Zhang Yu opened his mouth, a whistle came from the river, and a Kunren steamboat pushed up the waves and went up the river. Although they have long been used to it, a sense of powerlessness still surges into everyone's heart. Chen Shixin also put down the charcoal and murmured: "...Kunren's firearms are fierce, what can I do? What can I do?"
Li Ziyu sneered and said: "...Although the Kun thief's firearms are powerful, I, the Ming Dynasty, also have a big killing weapon that has not yet been released."
Zhang Yu knew that Li Ziyu's uncle was from Guangzhou Vanguard Qianhu, so he often boasted that he could see Ming Dynasty's "Military Bei Zhi", and then asked: "...is it the fire dragon that you mentioned last time coming out of the water?"
"...No, no." Li Ziyu shook her fingers and learned to recite the text: "...This object is called a flying sand tube. Two rockets are tied upside down and tied together. When they hit the awning of an enemy's ship, they can be ejected. The poisonous sand is specially designed to hurt the eyes of thieves. ”
"...That's not surprising!"
"...The most surprising thing is that after spraying the arsenic sand, another rocket can be fired backwards and fly back to the base camp. Although the Kun thieves have sharp firearms, they must have never seen them before. They must be inexplicably horrified. Our officers and soldiers Taking advantage of the situation to cover up the enemy, defeating Kun is as easy as turning the palm of your hand!”
——What Li Ziyu didn’t say was that these enemy-defeating artifacts only exist on paper, and no one in Guangzhou has ever seen the real thing... But everyone didn’t know the inside story, so they all praised and praised them. Zeng Juan was even more excited: "... We, the Ming Dynasty, are full of talented people, but even if the thieves show off their evil for a while, they will never be as good as our Celestial Empire!”
But after Zhang Yu got over his excitement, he looked back and thought carefully: Even if this artifact is novel, how many people can it scare? How many times have you been able to bluff? Wouldn't it be better to cancel the rockets flying back and install more arsenopyrite gunpowder? But Li Ziyu's family has been a military attache for generations, and he can read books that ordinary people cannot see. He is considered a distinguished guest in their small circle, so he should not question it in public...
Zeng Juan, who was on the other side of the room, was already furious: "...I have this magical weapon in the Ming Dynasty but can't use it. It's precisely because these corrupt officials are in cahoots with the thieves. I heard that the thieves were still in Ziming Tower a few days ago. The gentry and officials of Guangzhou were summoned privately to hold a feast of sea and sky, and the sound of debauchery spread outside the building! If you want to destroy your country, you must first destroy the moral conduct of the people. How vicious are the thieves' intentions!"
"...The thief has no king and no father. He is promiscuous by nature and is most accustomed to hooking up with shameless people!"
The few young scholars scolded them vigorously, but Chen Shixin, who had been silent all the time, said hesitantly: "...Actually, I think the Kun people are not bad. At least they never disturb the people. Even businessmen like to do business with them."
Li Ziyu suddenly sneered dissatisfiedly: "...You say such good things to the thief, why don't you shave your head and join him?"
But Zhang Yu suddenly realized: "...could it be that...you came into contact with Kun people to learn new things?"
At this moment, everyone immediately became energetic and began to cheer for Chen Shixin to tell the truth. Chen Shixin couldn't resist, so he had to admit that he was really curious yesterday and went to the "Big World" construction site by the river to play. "...That big world is really majestic," Chen Shixin swallowed his saliva and described it this way, "...there are iron frames and glass everywhere. Although it is not painted with dragons or phoenixes, it is still quite shocking." I was so excited that I couldn't help but take out a pen and paper and start drawing.
I was drawing vigorously when a voice came from beside me: "The perspective here is wrong." Chen Shixin was suddenly startled. When he looked back, he saw a smiling Kun man. He had a shaved head, a tall and straight figure, and spoke northern Mandarin. He was obviously a real Kun man.
Chen Shixin had seen Zhen Kun from a distance before, but this was the first time he was so close. Although he was a little scared, he was also a little dissatisfied - it was because he felt itchy after seeing the unheard illustrations in Kun Ren's book, so I also bought charcoal and copied it. Although I had no teacher's guidance and relied solely on my own talent, I still managed to achieve a 70% or 80% resemblance to the drawings. The viewers were all amazed. But now they are being criticized for their mistakes, and they are naturally unconvinced.
But Zhen Kun was a good teacher, so he simply sat down next to him and talked to him about the principles of perspective and painting techniques for half an hour. He also took out Kun's picture album, which showed his lifelike oil paintings and sketches. It was an eye-opener for Chen Shixin. In the end, Zhen Kun, who looked like a painter, even invited him to Lingao, saying that there was a special place to learn painting, and it would be easy to find a job after learning painting, and the salary would definitely be favorable.
"...You really don't want to follow that Zhenkun painter to Lingao, do you?" Li Ziyu said sternly: "...That's just a thief!"
"...I really don't think well!" Chen Shixin's eyes were full of confusion: "...Actually, I really don't want to study anymore. Anyway, with my level, I can't be admitted as a scholar. I just want to Painting, the thought of being able to paint such a painting is so worth dying for"
When they thought about their future, everyone could no longer laugh at him and fell into silence.
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After bidding farewell to several friends, Zhang Yu walked home lazily step by step. When he arrived at the Tea House at the corner of the street, he heard someone calling him: "...Young Master! Here, here!". With a quick glance, it turned out to be the Tea House. The storyteller in. Zhang Yu then sat down at the table politely, and the storyteller pushed over a cage of vegetarian steamed buns in a flattering manner: "...Young Master, eat the steamed buns, eat the steamed buns!" - Zhang Yu has been saving money and skipping lunch these days. Just in time for a feast.
Wait until Zhang Yu has finished his tea. The storyteller handed over a copy of "Story Club" with a smile on his face - the storyteller was semi-literate, so he always asked Zhang Yu to read these popular books as a source of material for his story telling.
So, Zhang Yu pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, turned to the serial "Intimate Paradise", and read in a low voice: "...Last time, I mentioned that Mr. Guanxi sent the book box for repair, and actually lost a few items in the mezzanine. Hundreds of photos of the secret play were circulated for a while, and Miss Jiaojiao was so ashamed and angry that she almost wanted to commit suicide..."
After reading for a long time, the storyteller woke up and wiped his saliva: "...the Australians really have many tricks, is there anything more exciting?"
Zhang Yu flipped through the pages: "...these two anecdotes from the market are pretty good: a banquet in the sea and sky, a gathering of orioles, and a case of slaves hiding in cellars in Xiangshan County..."
After finishing reading the book, the storyteller gave Zhang Yu another five copper coins. Plus the money he had saved from skipping lunch in the past few days, it should be enough to buy the next issue of "Research on the History of War"... Thinking of this, Zhang Yu's steps also became brisk.
When he got home, his mother, who was sulking in front of the shop, couldn't help but smile when she saw her son coming back. She followed him and kept asking about his studies, and brought him a pot of hot tea and a plate of freshly baked walnut cakes. Zhang Yu wanted to go downstairs to help his father crack walnuts, but his mother refused to do so: "...the younger generation can just concentrate on studying." Then he babbled about how difficult it was to do business, and swindled the errand out of hundreds of coins. Today's work was basically in vain. You see, Shaodong, a tailor shop owner in the east, was admitted as a scholar, and the errand beggars didn't dare to come. , our family’s hope lies in you and so on...
"...No matter what, you must be admitted as a scholar!" With these final instructions, the noisy mother finally left, and Zhang Yu, whose ears finally calmed down, opened "Selected Works of the Times" with a solemn look on his face. The thirteenth question under observation is a cross-section question, or is it inexplicable? The ruthless line: "Mrs. Jun's sexual desire", it seems that it is just some inexplicable digressions, rambling topics, and empty remarks. Zhang Yu suddenly felt bored and bored in his heart, and he reluctantly watched for a while. , finally let out a long sigh and pushed the book away.
Although "the oath to be a scholar" was still echoing in his ears, Zhang Yu couldn't help but take out a copy of "Research on the History of War" from the book box - he had read it several times before, but it still looked the same. Fresh and exciting. Turning to the back cover, there is an advertisement for a new book: the Australian and Song Dynasty science fiction masterpieces are here! Science fiction everyone vomits blood! The masterpiece you must read this year! A mind-blowing adventure! Ao Song Publishing House has made a huge contribution!
Flicking over the title of "From the Earth to the Moon", Zhang Yu was filled with curiosity - he had read those fantasy novels. Among the "Research on War History" in his hand was the serialized political fantasy novel "Motherland". 》, it tells the story of the Sun and Moon Dynasty being invaded and destroyed by the barbarians Shui Qingguo. People with a discerning eye At first glance, you can tell that it is talking about the Ming Dynasty and the founding of slaves, but the officials do not punish the people, and no one goes to sue the officials for their troubles. Even if they are troublesome, the officials will probably just sneer: "...How could the Ming Dynasty be destroyed by The hand of the Jurchens has returned China to the mainland for three hundred years, which is absurd and absurd!”
But Zhang Yu had never read science fiction novels, and he was really itching for it. But the price of the books also made him swayed - although since this Australian came here, he has wiped out the old bookstores. What is the price of the books? The percentage has dropped by several percent, but I only have a little pocket money from my parents occasionally. New things from Australia are constantly coming out, sometimes new Australian movies, sometimes assembled models of warships, this little money is not worth it. Not enough money.
Recalling what Chen Shixin said on the Pearl River in the morning, Zhang Yu was also confused. In fact, how many scholars in sociology can be selected? Most parents send their sons to school just to learn how to read a few words and read a ledger. But even if he stopped reading and came back to inherit the family's small shop and make pastries for the rest of his life, Zhang Yu still felt a little lost and bored, plus a touch of unwillingness - only after Kun Ren came did he know that in addition to the Four Books and Five Classics , and there is such a wonderful world. In the words of my mother, I am "ambitious." The only golden avenue that leads to success in my mind now seems so narrow and closed...
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Then, a crazy idea began to sprout in Zhang Yu’s heart:
"...Since studying is so boring, how about we call Shang Jixin and go to the legendary Lingao 'Kong City' together to explore?"
——On the other hand, while the Ming aborigines in Guangzhou looked at the "Australian Kun people" who broke into their lives from their own eyes, the "Kun people elders" who entered Guangzhou were also understanding through their own eyes and ways. This is about how the natives of the Ming Dynasty felt about outsiders like themselves...
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Outside Guangzhou, the "Big World" construction site built by Australians
Due to the close of the year and workers going home to celebrate the New Year, the construction of this large-scale commercial and entertainment complex has basically stopped. Qi Feng, an urban planning graduate from the original time and space and a veteran of Lingao Construction Corporation, checked the construction drawings of "Guangzhou World" for the last time and confirmed that there were no problems before he stretched himself and left the engineering headquarters. Prefabricated house, transferred back to nearby temporary accommodation.
Thanks to the largest urbanization process in human history at the beginning of the 21st century, several of the elders in Lingao studied and practiced urban planning. However, the executive committee in power are all admirers of the creed of "engineers rule the country". According to a certain boss who seems to have evolved into a mechanical functional computer, all work in the world can be decomposed into n-dimensional equations or matrices. Urban planning is nothing more than a four-element matrix composed of industrial supporting radius, resource supply radius, local support capacity and investment scale. As for artistry and beauty, it is purely redundant.
However, Qi Feng's view is completely opposite. He was born in a narrow alley in the old city of Hangzhou. When he was in elementary school, he saw a calendar of foreign city scenery. His heart suppressed by the narrow living environment suddenly found a way to release. From then on, he began to study on his own. Architectural painting, reading like crazy about anything to do with Eastern and Western architecture. Later, this belief in pursuing architectural beauty supported him to be admitted to the urban planning major of a famous university, supported him to become a part-time architectural painter, and then supported him to change several jobs making grids on the ground to design sewers, and finally Support him in resolutely returning to ancient times, just so that he can personally build many iconic buildings full of character and beauty.
However, even in the world of the seventeenth century, it was difficult for the Senate to provide him with the opportunity to realize his ideals for the time being. Therefore, this ultra-idealistic senator could only pour his passion into the drawing paper and paint it every day. Work hard on your painting skills. Because Lingao could not produce its own oil paints yet, it was difficult to buy oil paints and brushes at that time in Macau. He could only practice sketching and sketching with carbon rods. When he was in Lingao, he drew all the buildings with some history in the city and outside the city. People can often see Qi Yuanlao holding a sketchbook, standing on the desolate grass or ruins, facing a dilapidated building. The building is attentive. From time to time, he could be seen climbing up and down the dilapidated ancient buildings, so Qi Feng was nicknamed "Liang Sicheng of Lingao" in the Senate - unfortunately, there was no Ms. Lin Huiyin accompanying him.
After returning to Guangzhou to preside over the construction project of the "Guangzhou World" entertainment mall, Qi Feng often used his free time to wander around and sketch. Yesterday, he accidentally met a local young scholar who was squatting outside the Great World construction site to paint and sketch. What was amazing was that this young scholar only had no art textbooks or teacher guidance. I learned a lot based on my personal interests and by referring to illustrations in Senate publications. Although there are some errors and omissions in the initial drawing, the flaws do not hide the good points.
Therefore, Qi Feng enthusiastically taught the young man some painting skills, and also wanted to invite this rare good talent to learn painting in Lingao, and even had the idea of accepting an apprentice himself - of course, Qi Feng also knew this The chance of success is slim. The other party is not the kind of ragged guy with no other options. He is a poor boy, but a well-educated young scholar. After all, his family should have some industry and status, so it is difficult to give up the "righteous path" of a scholar and come to Lingao to seek refuge with the Senate, just for the sake of painting. The "little path" that people look down upon...
Alas, most people are always unhappy with things in this world!
With a hint of melancholy, Qi Feng opened the door of his temporary residence and saw Guo Yizheng, the person in charge of Guangzhou Station and the future director of "Guangzhou Big World", sitting at the table, reading a handwritten book with an impressive title. It is "Kun Shi Zhi Lu".
——"Kun Shi Zhui Lu" is a "strange book" about how people in the Ming Dynasty viewed themselves as time travellers. The "Australian elders" in Lingao have also heard about it for a long time, but what makes Qi Feng feel strange is that as a regular As an expatriate stationed in Guangzhou, Guo Yi should have read this book a long time ago. Why do he have to read it again now? Could it be that such nonsense and bizarre theories are worth reading over and over again?
"...Because there are many versions of "Kun Shi Zhi Lu", the newer the version, the more content it contains. In fact, this book was jointly created by several scholars in Lingao County from the beginning. After it spread, Every time it is copied, they will add their own rumors and insights. ”
Guo Yi slowly picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, and replied like this. At the same time, he opened the "Kun Shi Zhi Lu" in his hand and pushed it in front of Qi Feng, "...I circled these with a red pen. It’s all new content, you might as well take a look, it’s quite interesting.”
Qi Feng looked intently and immediately saw a section of the "Fire-Proofing Picture": "... Uncle Lantian has four volumes of overseas fire-preventing pictures, which are "Long Yang Cave", "Prison China", "Li Huo Luo", "Blurred Dream", gold loops and silver belt, the secret of the treasure, all four volumes depict Longyang of the previous dynasty. The story is so wonderfully described that even Zhang Hou and Taoist mother were ashamed of themselves. Uncle Tian wanted to visit him for a long time, but he didn't get it. One day, Uncle Tian met Zhang Tiansun and asked him to drink. Said: "Previously, the people who lived in Australia from the Song Dynasty were cunning, but unexpectedly Uncle Tian was also a close friend! "Then he brought it into the study. There were no less than a hundred jade sticks with tooth scrolls, all of which were kept in overseas jade boxes. There was also a letter from "The Legend of the Plum in the Golden Ping". The writing style was similar to that collected by Uncle Tian, but it was also very refined..."
"...Hey, I never thought that scholars in the Ming Dynasty would be so interested in gay comics? I thought only rotten girls would like to read that kind of stuff!" Qi Feng couldn't help but shook his head, "...and there's this... What does "Fire Picture" mean? ”
"...There is no way. From the late Ming Dynasty to the early Qing Dynasty, engaging in gay prostitution was a popular trend among scholars. The 'Mr. Tao An' Zhang Dai mentioned in this article was famous for claiming to be a 'good prostitute' The famous son of aristocratic family, but Jia Baoyu in Dream of Red Mansions is also gay?
As for the picture of warding off fire, it means an erotic picture. In traditional Chinese folk customs, the god of fire usually descends to earth in the form of a woman to set fire. Therefore, book collectors believe that hanging erotic pictures in the library can make the goddess ashamed and helpless. Arson, hence the name. ”
——This weird traditional folk custom made Comrade Qi Feng, a lover of ancient architecture, feel embarrassed for a while: Imagine that according to such traditional habits, if future generations do not experience the destruction of the Four Olds, then at every gas station On the walls of warehouses, flammables warehouses and libraries, above the slogan "Be careful with candles", a picture of a man and a woman having sex... This scene is so beautiful that I dare not look at it...
Reading further, there is another article circled in red below: "Kun people's food is luxurious": "... When I lived in Nanjing, a maritime merchant named Liu visited Lingao several times and talked with him about Kun's affairs. Kun. People imitate the ancients who ate with the sound of bells and cauldrons. They rarely cooked separately and gathered together in one place, called a "canteen", such as a temple restaurant. Every meal must have fish and vegetables, and the rice should be cooked only when the meal is full. It is the first ten months of the month, so the poor in Guangdong and Qiong have no way to make a living, so they often use this as a way to survive.
When I go to court to collect food, I will eat according to the law, but there may be insufficient food, and the soldiers will complain about the place, which is often troublesome, harassing, plundering, and sometimes slandering. If there is a big work, the people will have a lot of food and a shortage of food. The strong may be satisfied, but the weak and discouraged will inevitably end up wandering in the ravines. When the people of Kun went out to the army, they brought their own grain and fodder, and the food supply was more than usual. Therefore, the soldiers did not disturb the people, and the people were at peace. When the Kun people set up work, even though there were thousands of people, everyone still had food to eat, and they were better off at home. Therefore, when the Kun people were recruiting workers, many people came to fight for them, and some of them even cursed and beat each other.
When a Kun person first rises, his food mouth is still small. Later, when he receives the false Kun, there are often tens of thousands of them, and his index fingers are numerous, and they all serve like this. According to our plan, although the government is absolutely incapable of doing this. The reason why Kun people can do this cannot be explained by "his nature is rich and extravagant"..."
"...Haha, compare the canteen to the dining hall in the temple...what's the bell ringing and the cauldron eating...Well, there seems to be some truth. In the eyes of the ancients, compared with the stainless steel rice bucket, the copper tripod is indeed more powerful. It's eye-catching... As for the ringing of bells, people in Lingao use electric bells during lunch breaks and meals. It seems that there are indeed bells ringing in places without electricity..."
Qi Feng commented while shaking his head like this, while turning to the next article "Nv Kun" with a red circle: "...In the late Song Dynasty, when the Kun people first died, many people were able to escape the danger, and all the women in the family were scattered. . As for Australia, there are dozens of men and women, and most of them are after the nobles of the previous dynasty, and there are many native women in Australia. Those who are black and ugly should be avoided. Therefore, at the beginning, there were not many people. After more than a hundred years, the number of people was in the tens of thousands, and the number of women was less than five. Therefore, the Australian custom is to regard women as treasures. If a woman is pregnant with a daughter for ten months, the house will be filled with congratulators, saying that she has received a thousand pieces of gold and wealth. This is because the laws of the Kun people are different from those in the Central Plains. Marriage must be reported to the government for "registration". If a man divorces his wife, half of his property belongs to the woman. Kun people are young, so women in Kun are no different from men in workers and peasants. Women with tall legs and strong legs are considered beautiful. It may be said that Kun's rites and music are ruined, and it is common for female Kuns to have multiple wives. However, thinking about it, this may be because the population is too sparse. This is why. After the Kun people took over the land of Yueqiong, they made great efforts to acquire women from the Central Plains. They mostly selected women who were tall and strong and trained them in Fangzhongshu. These women were called "secret skills" and were matched with Kun. People are concubines, and it is also said that people in Kun Dynasty fight for concubines and shoot each other to death..."
"...Did anyone fight for concubines and kill each other by shooting each other with muskets?" Qi Feng was a little confused at first, and then turned pale with shock, "...Although no one died at the time, but...could it be that the 'maid revolution' back then was actually Did it reach the ears of the natives of the Ming Dynasty? ”
——After the training of the first batch of maids or "Xiao Mi", the elders once had a conflict over the distribution issue. Although it did not lead to the death of anyone, the situation was also very unbearable, similar to the street movements of later generations. Better than...
"... God knows, although this matter is very embarrassing, the Senate issued a hush-hush order at the time, but by the time the order was given to block the news, it was already a bit late. The natives and naturalized people in Dongmen City may have heard something, and this There are always people who like gossip. ”
Guo Yi spread his hands and said, "...We can't set up a literary prison for such a trivial matter. Anyone who hears about it will be beheaded..."
After chatting for a while, Guo Yicai brought up the business - the combined fleets of China, the United States, the East Coast countries and the "real" Australians have now anchored north from Batavia and are preparing to hold a global traveler summit in Lingao to discuss a matter. A series of cooperation issues regarding the division of rights and spheres of influence.
The Lingao Senate naturally attached great importance to this matter and ordered that except for the necessary left-behind personnel, all the senators who were away should come back for the meeting. Naturally, Qi Feng was also among those recalled. Guo Yi came this time to inform him to leave for the Hong Kong base first, and then take a naval warship there to return to Lingao. However, while the powerful figures in the Lingao Traveler Senate system were rushing back to Hainan Island in an endless stream, there was also a high-ranking leader who braved the howling cold wind in winter, alone. Embark on the journey northward...