Daming Yinghua

Chapter 48
The ship docked at the North City Wharf.

Zhang Yanke jumped ashore as swiftly as a monkey, turned his head and said, "Brother, don't worry, I will never play in the dark."

He greeted Zheng Haizhu with a smile: "Miss Zheng, you and I hit it off right away. I am so happy. I beg you, please guide my elder brother. He is not as smart as I am. There will be a period later, and there will be a period later."

After Zhang Yanke took his servants away, Zheng Haizhu said to Zhang Dai: "Your brother is really funny and funny."

Zhang Dai warmly echoed: "Yan Ke is indeed a treasure of my family. I have two younger brothers, both of whom are gifted and ethereal geniuses. My younger brother Zhang Min has been weak since he was a child, but he has not delayed his reading; his cousin Zhang Yu, who was blind due to an eye disease, never gave up his will, taught himself medical skills, and is now a famous apricot forest master in the two counties of Shanyin and Kuaiji."

The white head is as new, and the cover is as old, because the knowledge is similar to the three views.

Zheng Haizhu listened to Zhang Dai's introduction of the family's general appearance, and considered that this noble son no longer regarded himself as an ordinary servant, so he also treated some famous officials and gentry in Songjiang Mansion, such as Xu Guangqi, Gu Mingshi, Dong Qichang, etc. Wait, each study Western learning, promote farming, collect calligraphy and painting and other information that can be put on the table, and talk to Zhang Dai.

Sure enough, Zhang Dai was very interested in the celebrity circle in Nanzhili, and asked a few questions from time to time.

Walking in this way to a large house, Zheng Haizhu stopped and said to Zhang Dai: "Young master, the nunnery at the end of the neighborhood in front of you is Jiulian Nunnery. Since the young woman wants to open a private school, she must look at this place recommended by Diwuya. Zhaizi. Let’s say goodbye to the young master.”

"Open a private school? Miss Zheng pays for it herself?"

Zhang Dai thought he was not an ignorant person, but he had never seen such a maid, even if he came from a wealthy family.

Zheng Haizhu didn't hide her pride in being justifiable, and said with a smile: "The young lady sold her ancestral house in Zhangzhou, and she had some money. The young lady feels that Songjiang is a blessed place, allowing me and my nephew to settle down, so I also want to give back to the people of Songjiang. The young woman is not a domestic slave of the Han family, but has just signed an employment contract with the Han family. The master, wife and eldest lady are all good masters who have formed good relationships and are willing to help the young woman in this move. After hearing this, the Huang official of the government office also said: It is said that it will be given to the little woman's charity school, and the inscription will be hung on the plaque. Huang Daguan is a new scholar this year."

"Huang Guanren? But the name is taboo?"

"Exactly, the young master met Huang Daguan?"

Zhang Dai said: "I once met Brother Huang during the examination in Hangzhou Mansion, and we had a very happy conversation. I passed by Donglin Academy in Wuxi a few days ago, and I heard that Brother Huang has passed the Jinshi. I thought I might have the opportunity to congratulate..."

Zheng Haizhu immediately heard what the other party meant, and said along the way: "I will help the young master pass the name card? The young lady is good at leading the way. The first time you are not born, the second time you are more familiar."

Young women who give up formality to make jokes are often taken for frivolity by less bright minds.

But Zhang Dai is not an old-fashioned moralist, and Zheng Haizhu's behavior of running the school at his own expense is admirable, so Zhang Dai nodded happily: "Okay, after I return to the inn today, I will write a greeting card."

He asked again: "Miss Zheng, what are you planning to teach in this private school?"

"As long as the children can live and work, they will be taught. Writing, accounting, weaving, embroidery, bamboo weaving, woodworking... Moreover, both men and women are accepted, especially female dolls."

"Oh..." Zhang Dai was thoughtful.

Just at this time, people's voices on the other side of the street were suddenly heard, and the atmosphere of the car and horses at the beginning of Shenchu ​​was suddenly stirred up.

A half-grown boy ran over and greeted excitedly: "Go and see, the nun has killed someone! The nun in Jiulian Nunnery has killed someone!"

This thunderous news quickly stirred up the peaceful atmosphere in the town.

The expressions of horror were quickly replaced by excitement. People turned their heads one after another, tiptoed to visit for a while, and then ran towards the direction of the nunnery.

Zhang Dai was still in a daze, but Zheng Haizhu had already stepped out of the shadow of the eaves, raised his eyes to scan, and immediately locked his eyes on a young man.

The boy was coming out of the wooden door facing the street. His upper body was wearing a jacket in line with the late autumn season, but his trousers were rolled up above his knees.He bowed down and rolled down the trousers, quickly wiped the red marks on the insteps, and ran like the neighbors around him.

Zheng Haizhu could see that the young man's family owned a dyeing workshop.

After the cotton cloth is dyed, the cloth will shrink, and the craftsman needs to manipulate the rolling stone to flatten the cloth to its original size.Half a child is at the age of being as vigorous as a calf. The work of stepping on rolling stones at home should be done by this young man. The red color on his feet is left by dye.

As a young man who lives here and loves to join in the fun, he is naturally a qualified source of information.

Zheng Haizhu said shortly to Zhang Dai, "My lord and servants, don't go there, wait for me to ask", then he walked up to the young man, and said to him in local dialect: "Little brother, what happened?"

The young man glanced sideways at Zheng Haizhu, and was about to answer when a woman with bushy eyebrows and a round face caught up behind her, grabbed the young man's arm like an eagle catching a chick, and scolded: "The vixen kills people, it's so red and bloody!" What a beauty!"

While trying to get rid of the woman, the boy said angrily, "I want you to take care of it! I'm so annoying!"

Suddenly there was a "huh", and the angry expression turned suspicious: "Mom, there is more than one nun in the nunnery, how do you know who killed it?"

The woman's complexion changed suddenly, and when she looked at Zheng Haizhu, the panic and defense only flashed for a moment, and she resumed the self-righteous appearance common to women in the market, and sneered: "How old are the other two nuns? They don't have a door latch yet. Long, have the strength to kill? It must be that vixen!"

Zheng Haizhu didn't hold back the curiosity in his eyes, and leaned over to ask the woman, "Sister-in-law, is the vixen you're talking about a nun from Jiulian Nunnery?"

The woman gave a cold "um", but gave Zheng Haizhu a hard look.

In the women's eyes, Zheng Haizhu, a good-looking little girl among ordinary people, is as disgusting as those mid-mature nuns who still have charm.

Ladies and wives of rich families are like fairies in the clouds, men in the dust usually don't see them, but when they meet them occasionally, how dare they look more, for fear of being scolded by their servants.

And the thorn hairpin sarong, or the helpless woman, will lure the men at the same bottom into a provocative mind, and make their plain-looking wives angry.

Accepting the woman's malice, Zheng Haizhu watched quietly as the powerful mother dragged her son back to the dyeing workshop, and slammed the door shut.

She savored a few words of the woman.

There are many ways to kill people. The woman hadn't seen it before, so how did she know it was a bloody "killing method"?
She made a note of the family.

At this time, the chaotic crowd that was congesting the stone street suddenly dispersed like flies being chased away. There were two men in soap shirts, one holding a liver-colored wooden stick to clear the way, and the other dragging the prisoner with an iron chain.

(End of this chapter)