Good son-in-law of the Ming Dynasty

After receiving this blow, Su Mu will not be completely depressed.

For the future, he still has confidence. If it really doesn't work, find a copying job.At worst, you can set up a stall on the street, write family letters for others, and have three meals a day.

Nowadays, Beijing is full of scholars, each from different family backgrounds, among them many scholars from poor backgrounds make a living, earning money while waiting for the upcoming imperial examinations.

Besides, Su Mu has a good account, he has worked in Hu's warehouse for more than a month, so he has certain work experience, so he has an advantage over others when he applies for a accountant.

Of course, today is too late, it's too late, so I can only wait until tomorrow.

Stomach can't lie, on a hot day without any water or rice, Su Mu only felt sweating after a while after walking on the street, and he was very panicked.Even going home now is useless, the moths are still starving.

This street is the most prosperous place in Beijing, and it is full of people.Those who sell sweet wine and shop in the street are crowded with each other, and the crowd is so crowded.

The weather was really too hot, Su Mu squeezed in the crowd for a long time, sweating all over his body, the saliva in his mouth had already dried like glue, and he was faintly bitter, and he really couldn't stand it.

After thinking about it, it is better to ask people to ask for saliva to drink first.

The folk customs in ancient times were simple and the people passing by were dry. If you go to someone else’s house to ask for a glass of water, the host will not only refuse, but will warmly invite you to sit in the house for a while, chatting and so on.Unlike modern society, where money is not required for everything, when a stranger knocks on the door, the first reaction is: This guy is not here to sell insurance, is he?

Or "Hello, do you know Amway?"

"Boss, business is booming. It's really hot today, can you ask for some water? You don't have to bother, just have a bowl of well water." Su Mu walked into a pharmacy, smiled and cupped his hands at the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper saw that Su Mu was well-mannered and a well-known scholar, so he politely returned and said, "Drinking well water carefully cools the spleen and stomach on a hot day. Xiao Er, make a cup of hot tea for this young man." .”

Su Mu: "Trouble old man."

"Everyone who comes is a guest, just sit and watch." The shopkeeper hurriedly welcomed Su Mu in, and sat on the side to accompany him.

After a while, the tea came out, with a plate of pine nuts and a plate of mung bean cake.

The freshly brewed tea was too hot, and I couldn't drink it for a while, so I just moistened my throat and concentrated on the plate of pastries. After eating a few pieces, I finally suppressed my hunger.

Cannibals have a short mouth, so they still have to say a few words.Su Mu gathered his energy and chatted with the shopkeeper.

As a university lecturer, eloquence is already excellent.Thanks to the explosion of information in modern society, Sumu was well-informed for the ancients.The babbling all over the world surprised the owner of the pharmacy, he clicked his tongue so loudly that even the clerk of the pharmacy could hear it, and he forgot what he was doing, and listened to the commotion.

Seeing that Su Mu liked the plate of mung bean cake, he was also proud, so he asked the waiter to serve another plate, and kept urging: "Young gentleman, go on, the yamen surnamed Yao in your story not only failed to treat someone after he hit someone on a horse, , I gave him eight knives, what happened, did the person who got the knives die?"

Su Mu was about to continue talking, when suddenly there was a sound of "Guang Dang!" on the street outside the door, and someone knocked on a gong.

Someone shouted: "Come and have a look. Those who have money will buy a money market, and those who have no money will buy a personal market!"

This shout was very loud and clear, and immediately attracted Su Mu's attention.

After a closer look, it turned out that there were two art buyers.A man and a woman, the woman is about ten or nine years old, haggard, sallow, and ugly.The man's face was haggard and gloomy.

That is to say, two ordinary people who buy and discuss life on the street.

Hearing the sound of the gong, the idlers on the street gathered around to watch the commotion.

There was another opening speech, and he said for a long time, "I am so-and-so, two brothers and sisters are living here, without food and clothing, and have no way of life. Fortunately, a set of superb martial arts is passed down in the family. I can't force it. I can only go to the streets to perform. I am ashamed." Fairy and so on.

After talking for a long time, when people were almost surrounded, he began to play tricks, such as pulling the bow, breaking the boulder in the chest, and making a silver gun with the throat.

In the Beijing city of the Ming Dynasty, there was no such thing as Tianqiao artists. Most of the Jianghu artists were scattered throughout the city, and there was no fixed performance venue.

To be honest, the performances of the brothers and sisters are not very good, very old-fashioned, especially for Su Mu, a well-informed modern person.

Only juggling with forks is interesting. The brother and sister each threw three forks into the sky in a loop, and had to perform different moves when catching and throwing forks.But seeing the bright lights and shadows all over the sky, and the roar of the wind, it was lively.

The pharmacy owner is not surprised to see that there are more art sellers.Su Mu looked at it twice, but he was not interested, so the two turned their eyes away and continued to chat.

When Su Mu cuts the medicine eight times and the story of Li Gang and my father is about to end, the sunset has dyed the sky red.

The tea had been drunk to the end of the day, and after eating two plates of pastries, Su Mu felt that everything was in good health.

The owner of the pharmacy also heard it clearly, shaking his head for a while, and sighing for a while: "Li Boji, a famous official of Li Gang, how did he give birth to such a son, ruining his reputation for a lifetime, what a pity, what a pity. Mr. Su Xiao, Mr. Li later died of depression, In addition to working hard on state affairs, it is probably related to the birth of such an evil son. However, why is there no record of this in the official history?"

Su Mu: "For the sake of the venerable, Li Xiang was loyal all his life, and the historian couldn't bear to see such a stain on his life history. Wan Sheng also saw this in a single copy of a Song edition book, and he sighed for a long time .”

The owner of the pharmacy praised: "Mr. Su is really knowledgeable, I admire, admire!"

While talking, there was a sound of gongs and drums over there, and then the art-buying man shouted again: "That's it for today, if you folks think it's good, please give me a reward."

It turned out that the show was over and they started asking for money.

"Om!" With a sound, the audience members pushed away tacitly: "The performance is over, let's go!"

They were all gone in an instant, and only the siblings were left staring at the dozen or so copper coins on the ground for a while, and hurriedly pulled people away: "Don't leave, there are better looking ones!"

Seeing that it was evening, with only this little money, there was not enough money for meals, the two of them were also impatient.

Su Mu couldn't help but smile: These guys are really embarrassing for the people of the capital. This is the most benevolent area under the emperor's feet. What kind of quality?

"Let go of my son, let go, you are so bold!" A sharp voice sounded, the sound pierced people's eardrums like a knife, like a duck cock.

Su Mu looked over intently, only to see that the female artist was dragging a thirteen or fourteen-year-old young man with all her might, not letting go.

And the man with the male voice was shaking the woman's hand vigorously.

The young man was tall and long-armed, his skin was a healthy wheat color, and his figure was very well-proportioned. It was obvious that he had often participated in physical exercise, which could be seen from his thick arms.

Seeing his figure, Su Mu's first reaction was: This guy should be a soldier.

But upon closer inspection, he quickly denied this judgment.

Although this young man is strong, he is wearing a lotus color poplin, and there is a suet white jade pendant on his belt.His jet-black, glossy hair was tied on top of his head with a golden crown.Coupled with the fact that he naturally has the temperament of a child from a noble family, he should probably be the son of a noble family in the capital.

As for the man with the male voice, he was in his early forties, thin, pale, and in poor health.Therefore, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break the female artist's hand, he was jumping and screaming anxiously, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

This person looked neither yin nor yang, strange, Su Mu always felt that there was something wrong, and after looking at it for a long time, he couldn't tell.

Beside him, the owner of the pharmacy suddenly whispered: "Mr. Su, don't look at it. It's also the unlucky pair of brothers and sisters who have offended someone they shouldn't. I'm afraid it will cause trouble this time."

Su Mu was a little stunned: "What's wrong?"

"Look, young man, that middle-aged man has no beard, so he is clearly the father-in-law inside. It seems that even if this young man is not from the palace, he is at least a member of the clan."

Su Mu glanced at the middle-aged man, and then suddenly realized, and couldn't help but said: "So he's an eunuch!" He thought the middle-aged man was a little strange, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.After the boss reminded me, I finally understood.It turns out that the ancients had to grow beards when they reached a certain age.This man is over 40 years old, he still has a beardless face, and he has a male voice, so it's no wonder he isn't an eunuch.

Hearing this sound, the boss was shocked: "Mr. Su, Mr. Su, be careful what you say."

He has also read a few books, and he knows that scholars hate eunuchs very much, and he is afraid that he will suddenly jump out and point at the man's nose and scold him "eunuch eunuch".

He scolded and slapped his ass and left. If the eunuch wanted to take revenge in the future, he would only find himself on his head.

This was the first time Su Mu saw an eunuch, and he couldn't help being curious.

In his opinion, the eunuch was just disabled, and the reason why he was stabbed was mostly forced by life, which is actually quite pitiful.No matter how they work in the palace, the low-level eunuchs are just the nature of the work of hotel waiters, and the higher-level eunuchs are equivalent to the emperor's secretary.There is no distinction between high and low occupations, and physical disabilities are not a reason for discrimination.

He nodded and smiled: "Don't worry, boss, I'll just watch the fun."

Sure enough, as Su Mu and the owner of the pharmacy guessed, the young man was indeed the head of the royal family. After being held back by the woman, he was not angry, turned his head and said to the middle-aged eunuch: "Liu Daban, don't make trouble, everything is fine." There is a word of reason, we must convince people with virtue, so let her go. When I explain the truth to this girl, she will stop pestering her unreasonably."

"Liu Daban!" Su Mu's heart shuddered, as far as he knew, after the birth of a royal child, the palace would appoint a personal eunuch to take care of his daily life, called a companion.

And once this royal child grows up, this big companion will be promoted and reused.

The most famous companion in the history of the Ming Dynasty was Feng Bao, the personal eunuch of Emperor Wanli, who later became the eunuch in charge of the official secretary.After gaining real power, Feng Daban formed a political alliance with Zhang Juzheng, a generation of famous ministers, and tried their best to promote the reform of Longwan, which continued the chaotic Ming Dynasty for nearly a hundred years.

This young man doesn't know what his identity is. The one who can use a personal eunuch is not the son of a prince, at least he is a prince of a vassal family.

Hearing what he said, Liu Bande had no choice but to respond, and took his hand back angrily.

"You guys are not good at acting, why ask me for money?"