Ping An Biography

The planning of Nanjing City is strictly hierarchical, and the same city is divided into several worlds. The districts for noble officials and rich people, handicraft industry districts, commercial districts, and scenic spots are in order.The vicinity of Dazhong Bridge where Zhang Ning's house is located and the left side of Wuding Bridge where Fuleyuan is located are mostly commercial areas. The road is full of philistines and hustle and bustle, but it is very popular, and it is a scene of peace and prosperity.

Their family has neither a car nor a horse, but Zhang Ning does not need to walk to Wuding Bridge for business. There is a more popular mode of transportation here: by boat.There is a short-distance black awning boat specially designed to carry passengers on the waterways of the city, which is as convenient as a modern bus and very cheap; there is also a "night boat" for long-distance travel. Lose my life.

After Zhang Ning asked for the detailed address, he went out and walked a short distance to board the boat at the Dazhong Bridge Wharf, and sailed westward along the Qinhuai River.On the boat, I experienced the awesome social status of the so-called Ming scholar. The people on the boat didn’t know him, so they didn’t know that he had no fame. Just look at his appearance and clothes, his fingers are clean and his nails are neatly trimmed. The scholar who was not in the mud, the sun and the spring water, the boatman next to him unconsciously gave up a wider space, and the man in short clothes on the opposite side shrank his legs for fear of offending him.Don't think that most of the scholars in the Ming Dynasty were helpless, their bones were harder than one, and there were all kinds of fellow villagers, classmates and party members, which is not easy to provoke in this era.Ordinary people's legs tremble when they enter the courtroom, but the students can come in and out at will and find that the state and county officials can interfere in the unfair judgment.If you offend someone with fame and reputation, they will directly go to the yamen and say, no matter how tyrannical people are in the market and village, their fighting power in front of literati is scum, who can fight against the government?

Get off the boat at Wuding Bridge in Jiangning County, and you can see the large-scale Fule Courtyard, which is located in the southeast of Wuding Bridge.Zhang Ning didn't plan to go in through the main entrance. There was a street on the side, so he could just go in low-key and find the customers he wanted to meet.

Most of the people who come to Fuleyuan or pass by are rich. Of course, the rich are generous, and this is also a treasured place for doing business.Even the street on the side of Fuleyuan is full of businesses and shops, and there are street stalls next to each other on the street. The government doesn't seem to care much, only the shop owners along the street sometimes come to set up street stalls, saying yes Becoming someone's door, during which there are no disputes, noisy, coupled with bargaining, chatting in the crowd, noisy.

Zhang Ning held a bamboo tube containing blueprints under his arm, and approached the entrance of the small door of Xun Fu Le Yuan on this street.At this moment, he suddenly heard someone calling himself. He turned his head and saw a carriage parked beside him, and a young woman's face appeared in front of him when the window opened.Zhang Ning's memory immediately recalled the information of this acquaintance, and it turned out that this girl was actually the Wang family he had a marriage contract with before...but it doesn't matter now.

"Brother Ning..." Wang looked at him with a complicated expression, opened his eyes wide and looked at him for a moment, bit his lips lightly and said: "What happened a few days ago... Father thought that Brother Ning would not wake up, and the two That's what the doctor said."

At this time, Zhang Ning really didn't have any feelings for Wang. To him, it was just a symbolic existence. Xing Fate, really survived a catastrophe."

He also discovered that there was an acquaintance behind the carriage, Ma Wenchang, a student from Jiangning County School, whom he had known before.Isn't Jiangning County School just across the river?But Wang and Ma Wenchang don't seem to have any relationship, it's a bit strange how they got together.Zhang Ning cupped his fists and cupped his hands: "Why is Xiongtai here?"

Although Ma Maocai was riding a tall horse and wearing a satin brocade jacket, his appearance was not bad. Zhang Ning seemed surprised to see Zhang Ning at 01:30. For business, my father asked me to go over and talk about something, I don't want to meet Miss Wang on the way."

"Oh, that's it." Zhang Ning nodded if he realized something.

Ma Maocai sighed, "Alas, some buddies in Jiangning County heard about Brother Ping'an, and they were saddened by it. But we all remember Brother Ping'an, and we will definitely invite you to the next poetry reception... But all over the world Will come too, don't you mind? I heard that Brother Pingan and Si Hai had a bit of trouble?"

"Why can't I remember when it was awkward?" Zhang Ning frowned, thinking bitterly.

"It's fine if you don't have it, it's fine if you don't have it, maybe I remembered it wrong, haha!" Ma Wenchang laughed dryly.

"What did you come to Jiangning County for?" Wang's eyes never left Zhang Ning for a moment, without blinking, "Since you're here, why not come to our house and have a drink of tea."

Zhang Ning shook his head and said, "Thank you so much, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving."

"Brother Ning!" Wang called to stop him, and when Zhang Ning stood still and turned around to wait for her to speak, she faltered "I...I..." for a while, and then said, "You...you...hate me Is it gone?"

When Zhang Ning turned his head, he saw the quaint buildings, the bustling people, and Ma Maocai who made him inexplicably despise beside the horses. He suddenly remembered a few poems, and looked at Wang and said casually: "If life is just like the first time I saw it..."

Wang looked at him with admiration, probably thinking that Brother Ning, who spoke casually in poetry, was amazing.

... The surrounding traders and passers-by are still walking their own way, busy with their own affairs.On the upper floor of the Fule Court diagonally opposite, a woman in light silk heard "Life is just like the first time I saw it" from the wind, and immediately attracted attention.Regardless of the men and women around her laughing at her, she hurriedly looked down for the source of the sound.In the crowd, one can quickly notice the green-robed scholar next to a chariot and horse, and seeing only one figure from the back makes one feel good immediately.

The scholar paused and said sadly: "...what is the autumn wind sad painting fan?"

The woman in light clothes couldn't help but glanced at the exquisite folding fan that had been left by the window for a long time and hadn't been picked up for a long time. The hustle and bustle of the ancient street full of secular and business seemed to stop suddenly.Only the autumn wind and endless grace remain.

It seems that this is the place where a sad and beautiful emotion happened, filled with lingering lingering life and death, the bluestone slab, the bridge, and the water all became meaningful, and everything became poetic, even if the poetic style was only sad.Something deep in the light-clothed woman's heart seemed to be ignited by these fourteen short words in an instant, and her eyes were like the mist of early winter.

Zhang Ning sighed and continued to read two sentences to Wang: "Waiting for the old man's heart to change, but the old man's heart is easy to change."

Two lines of clear tears slid down the cheeks of the woman in the light shirt. It was not her own story, but she was shedding her own tears. "Why is Sister Fang crying?" The sister next to her looked at her in surprise.The potbellied pleasure-seeker took out a handful of broken silver from the bag: "Be happy to accompany me, I have plenty of money." The sister said: "Master Xu is the most generous, such a rare good person, Sister Fang, please smile. "

"Farewell." The green-robed scholar cupped his fists and saluted, then turned and left.

who is he?I haven't seen what it looks like, so I'm going to disappear into the sea of ​​people like this?The woman in the light shirt was pretending to be acting every day, but at this moment, she suddenly lost control of her emotions and couldn't bear it any longer. She turned and ran, and a rude voice came from behind, "Come back to me!" As soon as she went down the stairs, the bustard He rushed over and glared, "Where are you going? What's the point of leaving a guest behind?" "Stop her!"

She carried a very inconvenient long skirt and ran into the streets and alleys. Some people were accidentally bumped and staggered, and some stalls were kicked over. Some people scolded and some clamored to come back and lose money.People from Fuleyuan also chased them out.

Running to the intersection, the woman in the light shirt finally saw the scholar in front of her, and that back view was absolutely unmistakable.

"My lord, please stay." A soft voice forced a calm voice amidst panting.

Zhang Ning turned around and was surprised. He saw a beautiful woman in beautiful clothes standing in front of her, and there were people running towards her behind her.Zhang Ning looked around: Is it for this woman or for me?

He calmly asked, "What's the matter?"

The bustard and the others and the people whose stalls had been knocked over also caught up at this time, the bustard said: "Why are you running, where can you go?" The peddler said: "Losing money, losing money."

The woman in the light shirt blushed, exhaled and said, "It would be better to change the 'old man's heart' in the last two sentences to 'old man'? This way there is an allusion."

The others felt bored when they heard the woman only talking to the scholar, so they didn't speak again. The bustard realized that she wasn't trying to run away, so she wasn't so nervous anymore.

Zhang Ning looked at her in astonishment, and his heart was jumping like a dog, was he telling me to change the order of the two words? Is it an allusion?Are you full?He was puzzled but still remained calm, after a little thought he said: "What the girl said is true, so it is better to quote Xie Tiao's allusion." There are 56 characters in the sentence, then there is still the second half of the line. I am grateful if you can give me a gift. "

Zhang Ning recalled it for a while, and he had an idea in his mind. Fortunately, this song can be seen everywhere on the Internet, but he remembered it almost.Otherwise, even if there is a lot of ink in his stomach, it will be difficult to make up the que at once and match the style. Besides, Zhang Ning in the past was good at the scriptures, and he was not accomplished in poetry.He saw that the beautiful woman spoke kindly and was interested in poetry, so it didn't matter if he recited it to her.

Just as she was about to speak, the woman in the light shirt hurriedly stretched out her fingertips and pressed Zhang Ning's lips: "Slow down, it's really dirty to read it here."

"Oh..." The onlookers booed immediately. It's really rare for men and women to do such ambiguous actions in the street, and it can be called indecent.

"Follow me." The Qingsha woman's voice was very pleasant, and her smile was also beautiful.No wonder some people are willing to spend a lot of money to see them singing and laughing.

The bustard gave the woman in Qingsha a hug: "Master Xu is still waiting for you." The woman in the light shirt called out "Mom" abruptly and then whispered in Bustard's ear: "You got this word, you can earn money. It is not only ten times or a hundred times more than Master Xu's little silver tael, don't you believe my knowledge?" Bustard gradually smiled.

Zhang Ning faintly heard their mutterings, and thought that poetry and prose are not that magical. Those who understand this hobby are just the children of officials, scholars, and scholarly families. Such people may not necessarily like to go to ji|yuan.Besides, he is not well-known, and the value of the poems plagiarized from him is greatly reduced.

The woman in the light shirt said in a soft voice like coaxing a child: "Come on."

Zhang Ning didn't move, and said, "I have no money."

Probably this sentence was too inappropriate for the woman, she was stunned and then laughed out loud: "I invite you to come in and sit down and give me a que, saying that the smelly copper thing is so boring."