Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 13 Can Humans Find This Out?

The Great Zhou Dynasty was the center of Kyushu, rich in natural treasures and outstanding people.

80 years ago, the Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty established the country and quelled the century-old wars and disputes in the Central Plains. Four generations of monarchs expanded the territory and worked hard to rule, and finally ushered in a peaceful and prosperous age of fire cooking oil, flowers blooming brocade, and prosperity.

Shengjing was the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It was densely populated, rich in resources and abundant in flowers.

Students from all over the world, merchants from all over the world, and strange people and strangers are constantly gathering, and it is a scene of prosperity, prosperity, prosperity and prosperity.

As the end of the year approaches, the streets are bustling with pedestrians, and various large shops are full of goods and customers are constantly flowing.

Whether it is a commoner in coarse cloth and short clothes, a grandson in fresh clothes and angry horses, a scholar in Confucian robes, and a Beijing official with a high crown on his head, his face is full of pride and confidence.

This is the inherent superiority of the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"My lord, this noodle man is so cute. Look, there are orchids dancing over there. Their waists are twisted so badly. I want to learn!"

Jiang Li and Chu Chu were roaming the busiest streets in Shengjing City.

Since Chuchu entered the Hou's mansion, he has almost completely lost his freedom. At this time, he is like a bird out of the cage, full of novelty in everything, cheering and joyfully pulling Jiang Li, chirping non-stop.

The petite, pretty, innocent and lovely appearance has attracted the attention and covetousness of many people, and some of them have malicious eyes.

However, after seeing the snow deerskin coat on Chu Chu's body and Jiang Li behind him, some self-proclaimed romantic disciples could only look away resentfully.

Shengjing is rich and prosperous, and people wearing luxurious furs can be found everywhere, which is not unusual.

Ermine, sable, black fox and lynx can be seen everywhere.

But the snow deerskin is very special.

Although this thing is not expensive, but it is only produced in a single place, only the Xishan paddock [-] miles outside Shengjing City, which is the only habitat for the snowy deer.

Xishan paddock, the hunting place of the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty!

Being able to bring heavy snow deerskin from the Xishan paddock to make leather clothes, one can imagine his identity and background.

"Young master, there are so many delicacies here, but I really can't eat them anymore!"

Chuchu holds candied haws in his left hand, candied fruit in his right, and a bag of pastries on his wrist. Looking at the freshly baked shortbread, his tongue is full of saliva.

"If we can't eat it, we'll take it home and eat it!"

Jiang Li took out a dozen copper coins, bought two shortbreads, tied them with paper, and hung them on Chuchu's other wrist.

"My son is so kind to me!"

Chuchu's eyes were shining brightly, and he felt that his young master was really the best and most generous young master in the world.

After such a short effort, it cost her a whole tael of silver!

The two wandered all the way, and they only walked a third of the ten-mile long street, and Chu Chu was covered with all kinds of pastries and snacks.

It's not that Jiang Li doesn't want to help, but Chu Chu firmly refuses to let him: "This kind of chores are what slaves should do. The young master is a scholar, how can he do this kind of rough work, not to mention that these snacks are bought by the young master for the slaves. With a heavy heart in my heart."

Jiang Li didn't continue to insist, since he came to this world, he had to try to integrate into it.

For Chu Chu, it is her responsibility to take good care of the young master. If Jiang Li insists on helping, it will make Chu Chu sad and feel rejected by his young master.

"Chuchu, let's go to Wenxinzhai!"

When Jiang Li saw a shop on the street, his eyes flickered, and he walked straight over with Chu Chu.

Wenxinzhai is one of the four major studies in Shengjing City. Although the shop along the street is not big, there is a universe inside.

The store stretches back hundreds of meters, and there are tens of thousands of books collected and sold. The number of books alone is almost comparable to the library of the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"My lord, I'll wait for you outside!" Chu Chu stopped outside Wen Xin Zhai.

Most of the people who enter and leave Wenxinzhai are Confucian scholars with fame and academic status, wearing long-sleeved Confucian robes and elegant demeanor.

Chuchu was carrying snacks and cakes, if he entered directly, he would definitely attract a lot of displeased eyes.

"Alright, you wait for me at the restaurant opposite, I'll go find you after I buy the books!"

After a few words of advice from Jiang Li, he said goodbye to Chu Chu and walked into Wen Xin Zhai.

Different from the bookstore in Jiang Li's impression, Wenxinzhai's business model is quite novel.

The building stretching hundreds of meters on the upper and lower floors is like a library.

All books are placed on the bookshelves by category, allowing customers to browse and search.

If you come across a book you like, you can bring it to the counter in front of the shop and check out together.

Only rare classics and documents are sold in special counters.

Da Zhou is a man of literati, and the store owner is not worried about someone stealing books.

Jiang Li walked up to the second floor according to the signboard, and came to the historical records area, looking for modern historical records about Beimang and the Great Zhou Dynasty.

I hope to find relevant records about my mother from these books.

"Young master, please walk slowly, Zajia's legs and feet are not flexible, and he can't keep up with you!"

The Great Zhou Dynasty emphasized Confucianism, and there are hundreds of books in the historical records area only about the past 30 years.

Jiang Li looked through the books carefully, but a voice behind him caught his attention.

He turned sideways slightly, and saw an elegant scholar with red lips and white teeth, pink and jade-like, holding a folding fan, thumping up the stairs, and walking past him in a hurry.

Followed by an old man in Chinese clothes with gray hair and a bloated body.

The old man had a pale face, a hoarse voice, and sparse eyebrows. He walked hurriedly and panted heavily, and his back naturally kept a slightly forward posture.

When passing by, Yu Guang scanned Jiang Li's body vigilantly, and hurried past.

"In the palace?"

Jiang Li glanced at it and stopped paying attention.

Shengjing is the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It has been 80 years since the founding of the country. The blood of the royal family has multiplied and flourished. It is normal to meet children of the royal family traveling in casual clothes on the street.

"In these historical records, all the achievements made by Emperor Jing since he succeeded to the throne are recorded in detail. The battle of Jigu Temple 17 years ago severely damaged the vitality of Northern Mang, and Emperor Jing even took back the land of the eight prefectures of Yunjing in one fell swoop.

"Such a feat is no small feat, why are the details kept secret in all the historical records!"

Jiang Li looked through all the relevant books on the bookshelf, but found no more information. Just as he was thinking about whether to search in other study rooms, the Xiuya scholar who had passed by in a hurry came back angrily. .

"Shengjing's Four Great Bookstores sell mostly classics and classics. I don't know how to add more couplets as the year approaches. There are so many literati in my Zhou Dynasty. I don't know how many nouns and good sentences are hidden in the folks. As a result, they are published every year. The couplets are all the same, old and outdated, I thought the folk study would be more down-to-earth, but it turned out to be the same as the royal library!"

The Xiuya scholar looks about fourteen or fifteen years old, with black eyebrows and a fine nose, and watery eyes and peach cheeks. He is not like a son but more like a beautiful woman. He pouted and said: "Father... what is wrong with father's test, but he asked me if I was the right one. There is a head, where can I learn so many things? Zi said that he remembered my suffering.

(End of this chapter)