The ancients said: "The sachet is secretly dissolved, and the Luo belt is lightly divided." ”

In the Ming Dynasty, sachets were mostly related to private items. The production of sachets is mostly delicate and exquisite, which is deeply loved by young men and women, and is often used as private items or gifts and tokens for each other. In the seventy-fourth episode of "Dream of Red Mansions", the silly eldest sister picked up a 'Ten Brocade Spring Sachets', and then it caused a copy of the Grand View Garden. When he was picking up, he searched out the baggage from the box of Wang Shanbao's granddaughter Si Qi, and inside was a concentric Ruyi and a word sticker. There is a cloud on the sticker: 'Send a sachet outside, a little expression of my heart.' This is about what men and women can't talk about to outsiders.

This kind of sachet will be used as evidence of private granting, and if it is about to be opened, it will be difficult to wash it away if it jumps into the Yellow River.

Therefore, looking at the sachet that was stuffed in the crack of the door, Zhu Ping'an smiled bitterly and bent down to pick it up, then opened the door and put the sachet back on the windowsill next door.

After returning to the room again, Zhu Ping'an closed the door and tightly blocked the door with the futon in the room.

As if playing hide and seek, not long after Zhu Ping'an returned to the room, the door of the room was struggling again, but because the crack in the door was tightly plugged, this time the other party failed to stuff the sachet in again.

Finally quiet.

Zhu Ping'an recorded what he had seen and heard in the past few days through the lamp photovoltaic case, and then took out a book and read it silently.

The walls of the temple are thin and not soundproof.

After a while, there was another sound in the next room, the wall was tapped a few times, and after a while, there was an exaggerated sound of playing in the water and bathing

Zhu Ping'an was unmoved, and continued to read his book until he was so sleepy that he couldn't help himself, then he extinguished the oil lamp and fell asleep.

In the early morning of the second day, Zhu Ping'an got up early, packed up, and went down the mountain to continue his journey.

When the daughter of the Wang family next door got up and dressed up, knocked on Zhu Ping'an's door, and invited Zhu Ping'an to have breakfast with her, she found that Zhu Ping'an had already gone to the empty room.

"You nerd!"

Look at the empty room. The girlish faces of the Wang family are dark, and the scholars I met before always peep at themselves, this nerd is good, and he looks like a standard nerd who is indecent and disrespectful wherever he goes. So incomprehensible, or not a man?! Or is that nerd still unfamiliar with men and women?

It's all my father's fault, I have to come by myself!

The girl of the Wang family stomped her feet in shame and annoyance, twisted her willow waist and went back to her room. It's just that Daddy will definitely blame himself for not being as good as his sister again!

Descended Longquan Mountain. Zhu Ping'an rode all the way to the north, sleeping in the open air, and after days of hurrying, the whole person became a lot darker and thinner, but the whole person was also a lot stronger. If you don't wear a student uniform, it is estimated that few people will associate Zhu Ping'an with scholars. Judging from the appearance alone, he is a standard simple farmer.

The clothes I wore with me have been washed several times, and they have become plain and inconspicuous.

Believe this time. There will never be a girl like Longquan Ancient Temple.

In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu;

Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one.

Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and the shining stars and moon dot the dark night, which is particularly bright and moving.

Zhu Ping'an sat at the window desk of an inn in the ancient city of Chengwu County, looking at the bright night sky outside the window, listening to the endless firecrackers and the cheering sound of bear children outside, and couldn't help but miss his family in Xiahe Village.

Although there is less me for the Chinese New Year this year, there is more sister-in-law. Parents should be happy too.

It's another night.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Zhu Ping'an continued to hurry, with a northern scenery along the way. It's just that after walking for two days, I met a lot of ragged homeless people scattered on the road, with wives and children, with hungry faces.

"The county is in lockdown. I can only try my luck in other counties. ”

"Damn dog officer, the grain in the granary is moth-eaten, and he won't give us food."

"Killing a Thousand Cuts"

Zhu Ping'an walked on the road from time to time to hear the voices of displaced people cursing the county officials, asked an old man, and learned the outline of the matter: The Yellow River, whose water flow was greatly reduced in the past winter, did not decrease much this year, and the Yellow River ice floes blocked the upstream river channel, forming a dammed lake, and the embankment could not bear it, so it overflowed. Juye and Jiaxiang were the most severely affected, and there had never been a desperate disaster in the past winter, and residents and officials did not take precautions against this, and the disaster was even more serious under surprise.

The victims of the Juye went north to seek food and refuge, but the county officials closed the city gates and set up roadblocks to prohibit the victims from entering the Juye. In desperation, the victims had to go south to find a way to live, and the bark along the way was stripped off to satisfy their hunger.

However, fortunately, just a few days after the flooding of the Yellow River at this time, Zhu Ping'an encountered only the first part of the victims, and among the villagers, the elders of prestige and the villagers were still able to control the victims, and the victims were still orderly.

Despite this, there are still many people who glow as green as a wolf to Zhu Ping'an, who is riding a horse and carrying a package.

After Zhu Ping'an gave more than half of the dried meat and dry food he was carrying to the leading elders and village leaders in this group of villagers, he decisively turned his horse's head, rode his horse and whipped southward in front of the victims, and then turned east for a few days, far away from the affected area, and then continued north.

If a gentleman does not erect a dangerous wall, he will not tolerate the kindness of a woman at this time.

It's just that in the next few days, the scene of the hungry people eating the bark and pulling out the roots of the grass was replayed in front of my eyes, and the hungry people in the front still had bark and grass roots to eat, but what about the hungry people in the back?

Xing, the people suffer; Death, the people suffer.

Only by seeing this scene with one's own eyes can we understand the poet's feelings at that time.

Along the way to the north, a few days later this melancholy gradually dissipated, more than a month of wind and dust, through Qufu, Tai'an, Jinan, Cangzhou, to Tianjin Wei.

If Jingshi is at the foot of the Son of Heaven, then Tianjin Wei is one step away. In that year, Zhu Di, the king of Yan, crossed the Grand Canal and went south to compete for the throne. After Zhu Di became the emperor, in order to commemorate the "Battle of Jingyan", on November 21, the second year of Yongle, this place was renamed Tianjin, that is, the meaning of the ferry through which the Son of Heaven passed.

Tianjin Wei is a military establishment, but at this time there is a mixture of military and civilians, but because of its proximity to Beijing, it is also prosperous.

After Zhu Ping'an entered Tianjin, he went to the post station, but returned disappointed.

This is the foot of the Son of Heaven, the post station is busy, the officials who came out of Beijing and the officials who went to Beijing from the local area to report on their work have already filled the post station, and the post station really looks down on Zhu Ping'an, a small lifter.

"It's ridiculous that a small lifter still wants to live in a post station." An official who reported to Beijing from a local area ridiculed Zhu Ping'an.

The officials of the post station were also sideways.

Not necessarily, right?

Zhu Ping'an led the horse back to look at the post station, shook his head with a smile, and then turned over and got on the horse to find an inn to stay. (To be continued.) )