Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 385
The scenery of Suzhou and Hangzhou is the best in the world, but it is a pity that Song Qingshu came all the way, but what he saw was a large area of ​​decaying scenery. There are many manors along the way, and there are plaques for sale on the mansions. It is said that a house that could not be bought for tens of thousands of taels a few decades ago , Now only a thousand or two are not interested, Song Qingshu did not enter the city, but inserted along the edge of Suzhou City, where he could see a large number of textile workshops, but now only a small part is still in operation, and most of them have been hung with spider webs up.

Globalization is not only in later generations. The Ming Dynasty has inevitably intervened in this globalization. Unfortunately, the upper class lacks awareness and confusion, and has not formulated an effective protection measure. The continuous flow of silver has caused serious damage. Inflation and the sudden reduction in inflows destroyed the export-oriented and fragile natural economy, and wealth poisoned Daming's economy like poison.

Looking at the decline outside the window, Song Qingshu's heart is heavy. Now there are only two ways to save the Ming Empire. Either kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, and kill most of the population that society cannot handle. Forcibly shuffled the cards, and when the Little Ice Age and the economic crisis passed together, we ushered in 200 years of good times.

Or they will do everything possible to rescue the market, find ways to take out silver and recirculate it in the market, and take the initiative to go out to find new sources of wealth to support the continued development of the buds of capitalism.

Both of these are fucking difficult enough!

"Yinzi, Yinzi, you are really a fucking disaster!" Song Qingshu picked up a large ingot of silver boringly, turned it up and down in his hand, and muttered to himself. .But when Li Xiangjun heard the words from the heart, there was an extra layer of pretense, and the girl snorted with her little nose in disdain.

"You nouveau riche merchants are not short of money, and you even look down on money! But do you know? Such a piece of silver is enough to survive for a year outside the machine shop. If Daming had less of you, how many people would starve to death."

After all, there is still a bit of arrogance in his bones. Originally, it was because he was with Dong Xiaowan this time. Dong Bai's matter was resolved, and Li Xiangjun became a little bit hairy again. Fortunately, now that he has a new goal, Song Qingshu will not go back to meet with him. She was hesitant, and put the money back into her pocket, Song Qingshu said lightly.

"How could I not know? Back then in Xi'an, I was poor and didn't know what to eat. I borrowed the sweet potatoes from others to bake and sell them. I got up early in the morning to deliver breakfast. I was thrown into a prison and almost starved to death. The real suffering Days, how do you officials ladies know?"

Li Xiangjun's family background is actually not low, her father was a military officer, but Wei Zhongxian killed her when she got close to Donglin during the Tianqi period, and she was also forced to sell herself. When it comes to Genzheng Miaohong, she is really not.

However, upon hearing this, Li Xiangjun puffed up his chest in disbelief. It seemed that he was going to bring out a lot of trivial words and righteousness from "The Doctrine of the Mean" and fight Song Qingshu for three hundred rounds. The carriage was forced to a stop, and it creaked for a moment, causing the unprepared Li Xiangjun to slam his head onto the table between the three of them.

Shi Lang was really not used to leaving. If he was here, the carriage would never stop so rough. Regardless of the tearful Li Xiangjun, Song Qingshu frowned and pushed open the door, still muttering in his heart that he was coming to Suzhou this time. Sure enough, someone was looking for trouble.

However, things seemed to be a little different from what he thought. The entrance of a weaving workshop was crowded with weavers, who were angrily raising their fists in protest, blocking the road. They seemed to be the owners of the workshop. The fat man hid in the house and dared not come out at all.

These days, landlords and big businessmen are not necessarily fat, but fat people must be landlords and big businessmen. Seeing Song Qingshu's brigade of officers and soldiers approaching, that guy waved his hands excitedly.

"My lord, the troublemakers are rebelling, help!"

Help?Hmph, just kidding, just these bastards make trouble for themselves every day, it's not bad if they don't follow the house, and help?Taking a glance, Song Qingshu turned around and wanted to go back to the carriage, and continued to walk forward in a detour, but Dong Bai, who came down right behind him, couldn't help but let out a scream.

"Qian Dazhuang, why is it you!"

The crowd who were still clamoring and pushing forward just now also fell silent all of a sudden, and the weavers who took the lead in making trouble turned around in astonishment.

"Miss?"

"Dong Bai, you still dare to come back! If it weren't for the family friendship between our two families, I would have taken in your weavers, but look, what kind of white-eyed wolves did you find for me? You, you, hurry up and take in your weaver. Let me take these bastards away, or I will sue you in the government!"

This fat man is quite arrogant. Hearing his yelling, Song Qingshu couldn't help but sneered and stopped in his tracks. He stretched out his arms and put his arms around Dong Bai's small waist who was at a loss. He wanted to see who would dare It's a lot of fun to fight against the sky, it's a lot of fun to fight with the earth, and it's even more fun to fight with Dong Lin. Dong Lin is used to making troubles, and now he's itching to make troubles when he has nothing to do.

However, what happened next surprised him. Qian Dazhuang, a weaver in his thirties who was named by Dong Bai, drooped his head in pain, hesitated for a long time, and then shook his head staggeringly. head.

"Everyone, what this old man said is right. We are making trouble now, and we are losing face to the Dong family. Master Dong treated us with great kindness before he was alive, and we can't embarrass the young lady! Forget it, I don't want that salary anymore. Let's go back!"

A person's kindness can be passed on for so long, even if a person dies, it can still remind people. Even before time travel, Song Qingshu was used to smiling face to face and turning a knife on his back. After a long break, for the first time, Song Qingshu had some new insights into the etiquette part of Chinese civilization.

It's a pity, before Song Qingshu could sigh for a moment, that fat man poked his head out again to see that the crowd had dispersed in disgrace, this guy was courageous again, and once again yelled loudly at Dong Xiaowan.

"Dong Bai, you're a good girl, but I'm telling you that the silver owed to us is not less than a penny. Now that you're back, I'll get the money ready for me tomorrow, and I'll pick it up in the morning. I'm going to sue you!"

With a bang, the door was closed tightly, and the ears of Song Qingshu, who was listening behind closed doors, were a little sour. He turned his head rather speechlessly, and asked Dong Xiaowan.

"Who is this guy? Just treat me like nothing?"

"Master, he, he is the boss of the silk satin and brocade company, and he was my father's best friend during his lifetime..."

Speaking of this, Dong Bai's worried face was full of unnaturalness, and Song Qingshu, who had a soft voice, almost couldn't hear clearly.

"As a concubine, I have fallen into prostitution, and I also accompanied a few benefactors back to Suzhou. He, he probably regarded the master as a benefactor."

No wonder Dong Bai is so unnatural, no matter in that era, prostitution is a lowly profession, and no man would be happy that his woman spent time with other men, now whether Dong Xiaowan's mother can go to Yingtian to see a doctor and survive Whether Song Qingshu was happy or not, she could not be nervous.

However, after hearing her explanation, Song Qingshu was not angry, instead he turned his head and glanced at the gold-painted sign with disdain.

"Silk brocade, hum!"

This shop can be regarded as one of the enemies who cheated Jiaduobao. Song Qingshu's biggest characteristic is to hold grudges. Finally, he glanced at the weaving workshop where only the sound of textile machinery could be heard. Song Qingshu couldn't help but sneered, but he didn't say anything. What, pushing Dong Xiaowan into the car again.

This is really not the only case, Dong Bai's mother lived quite far away, and Song Qingshu encountered several cases along the way, either the weaver asked for wage arrears, or cut down the mulberry tree and threw the silkworm seedlings on the ground. What's more, he couldn't hide it, and Song Qingshu was quite surprised.

But at least there was no traffic jam, and after running for more than 20 miles, I finally arrived at Dong Xiaowan's home in Suzhou.

This girl is really pitiful. Looking at the thatched cottage next to the mountain, Song Qingshu couldn't believe that this is the majestic Qinhuai Bayan's home. There are a total of three adobe houses with straw and a small yard with plants planted outside. Some vegetables, this appearance is no better than the poor people living there when they were in northern Shaanxi.

"Master, wait a moment, I'm going to call the door!"

He was also quite shy and inferior, this time Dong Bai rushed to get out of the car first, knocked on the dilapidated courtyard door with a pair of tender white hands, and shouted to the inside with a crisp voice: "Abo, open the door, yes I, Dong Bai, are back!"

The courtyard wall is short, but Song Qingshu clearly saw an old man, the broken dustpan, running out of the house, opened the courtyard door excitedly, and shouted excitedly: "Miss! It's really you!" The lady is back, ma'am, the lady is back!"

"Abbe, slow down!"

The mood was also excited, followed, Dong Bai also ran in, seeing the scene of this girl's true temperament, Song Qingshu couldn't help but helplessly smiled, and followed him out of the car, who knew that before entering the door, Dong Xiaowan was pushed away again He came out and fell in the middle of the yard, followed by a woman in her thirties who was wearing homespun clothes, twisted out angrily, and yelled and cursed.

"You corrupt family tradition, shameless thing, the Dong family doesn't have a daughter like you, and I don't have a girl like you, so get out, get out right now! Cough cough cough..."

She was so angry that she didn't finish cursing, but the middle-aged woman couldn't help coughing from a distance, so panicked that Dong Xiaowan got up anxiously, grabbed her arm suddenly and shouted: "Mother, mother, are you okay?" Son? Don't be angry, daughter, the woman will leave now! Just leave now!"

It is really not easy to be filial, starving to death is a small matter these days, but being dishonest is a big one!Selling herself to Qinhuai, Dong Xiaowan definitely humiliated her family, but she is a 16-year-old girl, what else can she do to support the family, seeing her embarrassed appearance, Song Qingshu also came forward to persuade her helplessly.

"This... madam, Xiaobai is also showing filial piety, so don't be too angry..."

Song Qingshu overestimated his charm too much. Before he finished speaking, he was caught off guard by the broom. Unprepared, Song Qingshu let the rural broom slap him in the face, and he was also sitting on a big rock in the yard. Going up, he was in so much pain that he jumped up with an ouch again.

"master!"

This time even Li Xiangjun couldn't sit still anymore, he let out a cry, and trotted over in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)