The scenery in front of Yongding Gate is extremely beautiful, planted with tall willow trees, the branches and leaves are soft, like the waist of a beauty, swinging in the wind, and the literati and are chanting poems there.

There are famous prostitutes in Beijing, and the boudoir women who occasionally go out see these literati, and they all hide their lips and smile, with a shy look on their faces. Since ancient times, beauties have loved talents, and the talents who have been favored by beauties have become more and more energetic.

These homeless people are not interested in what kind of poetry is right, and they are not interested in literati and, they are only interested in beautiful women.

There is a saying, what do you want to keep warm?

These people ate a lot last night, and stewed a pot of fat rat meat in the morning, uh~ Although everyone has very little meat, isn't it that the things from last night have not been digested?

After obtaining the guarantee of survival, these people will also pursue a spiritual life. How have these mud-legged people who escaped from the poor countryside ever seen such a beautiful woman? The women in their countryside are all dark and rough, and their demeanor and movements are extremely rude.

These mud legs were stunned, their eyes were staring at these women, their saliva was dripping, and they looked stupid,—— only Li Tianjing and a few dolls who were too small didn't matter.

Li Tianjing is because he has seen the White Lady, and with the White Lady as the foundation, he will not have the feeling of shock when he sees these vulgar women again, but he only feels extremely ordinary; And a few little dolls haven't grown up yet, and they don't know how to love men and women at all.

These wonderful girls are almost annoyed to death, and it is a pleasure for literati to look at them.

What is it to be watched by a bunch of mud legs? Bah~

Although the wonderful girls are annoyed, they still have to maintain the image of a lady, although the mud legs are disgusting, but if they have a conflict, they will definitely be despised by the literati on the other side. You must know that since ancient times, literati have loved ladies, and we must maintain the image of ladies and fascinate these literati.

After figuring it out, these women completely ignored the existence of the mud-legged people, and only thought about how to seduce the literati and. It's just a clever smile, beautiful eyes, and everything between Gu Pan is amorous, and everyone applauds.

But it also made Emperor Chongzhen speechless.

Today's wind and sunshine are beautiful, Chongzhen is bored in the palace, so he took Zhao Dacheng and others out for a private visit to Weifu, but he didn't expect to see such a good show in front of Yongding Gate in this outer city,—— a group of garbage literati gathered to chant poetry, and a group of women flaunted amorous.

In broad daylight, these people are just eyebrows, what kind of system are they?

Hey, I didn't expect that it has only been a few years, and the atmosphere in this capital has been so open.

Chongzhen is a little nostalgic, just crossed over the social atmosphere, at that time the women pay attention to a three from the four virtues, the ladies are not out of the door, the second door is not step, the whole body is wrapped tightly, and is proud of chastity and elegance.

Chongzhen is very strange, although he also likes to see a lot of beauties, but what he really likes is the kind of tightly wrapped beauties, it is best not to wear miniskirts in summer, and directly wrap the calves with long skirts.

This strange aesthetic and thinking made many women directly pull him into the blacklist.

Where is it like now, there are many women on the street, some women obviously do not wear underwear in their sleeves, and when the wind blows, you can see the arms like snow lotus, which is not charming. There are also women who wear only a pair of embroidered shoes and no socks on their feet.

"Childe!"

It was Zhao Dacheng who spoke, "Now that the Ming Dynasty is rich, the literary style of the capital is also becoming more and more prosperous, Gongzi, look at these scholars, all of them are full of wealth and full of poetry and books, this is the luck of the Ming Dynasty, the luck of Your Majesty." ”

Zhao Dacheng has not read since he was a child, and although he went to the inner study hall after entering the palace, he also studied internal orders, hundred family names, thousand-character texts, filial piety classics, universities, Zhongyong, thousands of poems, prodigy poems and other books. But Zhao Dacheng is not a studious person, so he really can't be called a full reader of poetry and books, at best he is just a scumbag,—— so he envies these literati.

Chongzhen smiled, "Haven't I always been very literary in the Ming Dynasty, the former Donglin Party, the Restoration Society or something, I remember that there are a lot of talented and beautiful people in it!" ”

Zhao Dacheng instantly heard that His Majesty the Emperor's tone was wrong, and secretly thought: Hey, if it's really unpredictable, this special mother's face will change when she says it, and these literati are afraid that they will be unlucky. No~ I, Zhao Dacheng, want to save them.

Just like most scumbags, they have a natural jealousy and respect for the scholars, who simply love and hate. So although Zhao Dacheng was very jealous of these Ming scholars, he still didn't want anything to happen to these people.

Zhao Dacheng thought for a moment and explained, "Childe doesn't need to worry, these literati are all from the Xueyuan Poetry Society, and they are really full of poetry and books, and they just chant poems every day and play in the mountains and rivers." ”

Under Zhao Dacheng's explanation, Chongzhen understood that he was a talented man from Shangqiu...... Hou Fangyu came to the capital, and also set up a poetry club, Xueyuan Poetry Society.

This poetry society is naturally completely different from Donglin Academy and Fushe, and its purpose is...... Only talk about Fengyue, not politics.

After the establishment of the Xueyuan Poetry Society, it soon became popular throughout the capital, and was sought after by famous prostitutes and ladies.

Even many boudoir women admire the reputation of the talented people of Xueyuan, and are willing to recommend pillows for a night of joy.

And today is the day of the assembly of the Xueyuan Poetry Society, so it will be so lively in front of Yongding, and so many beauties will come.

Among these beauties, there are not only famous prostitutes, but also girls from ordinary people's families, and even nobles in Beijing, these women are all for talents.

Chongzhen understood......

Isn't this just like the little fresh meat in modern society? It's just that the small fresh meat in ancient times was usually served by literati and rioters, while the small fresh meat in modern society is mainly played.

But no matter what the main thing is, as long as it is a fan of Xiao Xianrou, it is a little brainless, and I don't know why?

Chongzhen is very unfamiliar with the Xueyuan Poetry Society, but he is quite familiar with the name Hou Fangyu.

Hou Fangyu and his people......

A talented man, his father is Hou Sui, Hou Sui is an important minister of the Ming Dynasty, and he has an inextricable relationship with the Donglin Party, of course, this is already in the past. Since Wen Tiren came to power, he drove this Hou Sui back to Shangqiu to plant sweet potatoes, and Hou Sui was really willing to stay away from the center of power and honestly became an idler.

It can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, when Chongzhen killed the Donglin Party, this guy escaped because he stayed away from politics and didn't do anything.

Unexpectedly, his son actually came to the capital?

also set up a Xueyuan Poetry Society, blatantly putting girls in the capital.

Chongzhen doesn't have a good impression of Hou Sui, so naturally he won't look at his son differently, not to mention that this guy is also inextricably linked with Li Xiangjun, one of Qin Huai's Bayans!

Li Xiangjun, who has read the history of the Ming Dynasty, knows that this is a big beauty, it is said that this female music is very good, especially good at Nanqu, her appearance is exquisite and delicate, and she has the reputation of incense fan pendant. Such a beauty was taken by the garbage of Hou Fangyu, so that the fragrance disappeared, leaving only a peach blossom fan.

Hou Fangyu is indeed garbage, after clearing the customs, this guy first shaved his head happily and ran to take the imperial examination. It's a pity, the Tartar owner doesn't look down on this kind of soft-footed shrimp literati, this guy not only hasn't been reused, but also has a bad reputation.

After his reputation became stinky, this guy regretted it again, and immediately wrote a 'Zhuang Confession Hall Anthology', expressing his repentance for participating in the Tartar Lord's imperial examination, which can be called a typical example of capriciousness,—— and Chongzhen hated this kind of person the most.

"Tian Ergeng, I ordered you to check on this Hou Fang Domain and his Snow Garden Poetry Society, but what's the problem?" Chongzhen doesn't believe that this Xueyuan Society really only talks about Fengyue and doesn't talk about politics. Hou Fangyu's garbage came to the capital, maybe there was some ulterior purpose

"Yes!" Tian Ergeng replied in a low voice.

At this time, the displaced people in front of Yongding Gate also encountered a big problem, and the officers and soldiers guarding the gate did not let them enter the city. These homeless people worked hard to get to the capital, all they wanted was a meal, and now they can't enter the city, where can they go to beg for food?

The homeless people begged bitterly, "Uncle Guan, you see that there are children here on our side, adults can be hungry, children can't be hungry, please let me wait in and find something to eat, please." ”

In order to gain sympathy, these homeless people pushed many children forward, and even Li Tianjing, a half-old child, was pushed in front of the officers and soldiers guarding the gate by them in order to win people's sympathy.

Li Tianjing stood at the gate of the city, like a cargo, allowing people to judge him. Some sarcastic or sympathetic words poured in from all directions, making the half-grown child unable to hold his head up.

Li Tianjing asked himself if he was different from these homeless people, in fact~ he was indeed not very different from these homeless people.

He knows a lot of knowledge, understands a lot of truths, can also recite poems and songs, and has an infinite imagination heart. He felt that he, like the literati under the willow tree, deserved the respect of everyone.

However, he could not afford to buy the robes of the literati, even if it was just the most ordinary fine cotton robe, and he did not have the amorous posture of these rioters. Anyone who looks at it knows that he Li Tianjing is a mud leg,—— of course, the most important thing is that he is illiterate.

If you can't read, what kind of reader is you?

You can't integrate into the class of readers, and you can't go back to the world of mud legs.

This is Li Tianjing's sad situation.

These homeless people have escaped, so there is no road guide at all, and in Daming - without a road guide is simply difficult to move an inch.

What is a wayguide?

In fact, this is an extension of the household registration system, which is stipulated in the laws of the Ming Dynasty...... If the common people are more than 100 miles away from their place of residence, they need to be issued by the local government.

Daming is very strict with household registration management, so it is generally difficult to do it.

What if you can't do it? Counterfeiting!

Legend has it that the famous Ming Dynasty traveler Xu Xiake, this guy is a little expert in counterfeiting, he in order to be able to swim the magnificent rivers and mountains of the Ming Dynasty, he made a lot of fake road guides, along the way can be described as unimpeded, and even get the help of local officials.

But these homeless people are not Xu Xiake, they have no ability to make fakes, or even if they get a fake guide, they have to show their stuff based on their appearance, how can they compare with Xu Xiake?

The officers and soldiers guarding the door are obviously accustomed to seeing all kinds of situations in the world, these people are indeed pitiful, but there are so many poor people in the world, who is so pitiful and pitiful? If there is no guide, you can't cross, even if the official comes, you are not allowed to pass.

You must know that the management of the inner city is quite strict, and the soldiers and horses of the five cities are checking the floating population every day, if they find out who has no road guide, they will have to be held responsible,—— the officers and soldiers guarding the gate and these displaced people are in a stalemate.

"Who are you waiting for?"

A polite voice came, speaking was a green-shirted scribe, this scribe's dress was quite simple and plain, and there were no gold and jade artifacts on his body, which was completely different from the strange literati who wore red and green on the street,—— at first glance he was a poor and sour literati.

The literati of the Ming Dynasty were fashionable to dress richly and dress strangely.

For example, those literati in the Snow Garden Club, which one is not dressed in gorgeous clothes and has strange makeup? Even the strange ones with big red flowers on their heads and colorful soles on their feet are there, in short, how to be conspicuous, how to get personality.

Plain clothing, on the other hand, often means poor.

Fly in such a commodity economy

With today's rapid development, who wants to be said to be poor?

Although they could not understand the words of the young literati, the displaced people knew that they were speaking to them, and these displaced people looked at each other, not knowing how to answer. - Special mother, you can't even understand what people are saying, how do you answer?

These homeless people are only resigned, they want to talk to young literati, but they don't know what to do? It's simply an indescribable little family, and the young literati are not in a hurry, so they just wait.

Finally—

Li Tianjing stood up, he mustered up the courage and said, "We are all from Fort Victory, the family's land was taken by the owner, and there is no way to live, so I want to come to the capital to make a living. ”

I have to say that Li Tianjing's words are very level, which is completely different from those mud-legged country dialects, as soon as you listen to it, you are literate, uh~ It is temperament and voice, and it still sounds rustic.

The young literati nodded, and seemed to appreciate this little mud leg, "The official's surname is Cheng, and he is responsible for managing His Majesty's Imperial Village, and you are also desperate, so why don't you go to the Huangzhuang under the jurisdiction of this official to do things, including food and shelter, and full of food, but the work is very tiring, and you can't be lazy." ”

Although these homeless people don't know what Huangzhuang is, they can understand it - do things, manage your fill, can't be lazy, these are very straightforward words!

"Bodhisattva!"

The displaced people didn't wait for Li Tianjing to answer, so they knelt on the ground one after another, "As long as we can give us work, two porridges a day will be enough, we will work hard, and we won't blame you if we are tired!"