Nanjing, as the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, was founded here by the Chu State during the Western Zhou Dynasty, and Sun Quan of Eastern Wu was renamed Jianye as emperor here during the Three Kingdoms period, and Nanjing has been the economic and cultural center of southern China since then.

At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, after Zhu Yuanzhang seized Jiqing, it was changed to Yingtianfu, and in 1368, the Ming Dynasty was established, with Nanjing as the Beijing division, and Nanjing became the political, economic and cultural center of China, ushering in the second peak in history. With a total population of about 700,000 in the early Ming Dynasty, Nanjing was the largest and most populous city in China and the largest city in the world. In the middle of the Ming Dynasty, the population of Nanjing grew to 1.2 million, making it the most populous city in the world at that time. Nanjing's importance continued until the rise of Shanghai in the late Qing Dynasty, when it took a back seat, but it was also one of the most important cities in Central China.

The war at the end of the Ming Dynasty caused China to lose seventy percent of its population, but the war in the north also ushered in another peak of development for Nanjing, and a large number of wealthy families such as Henan, Shandong, and Yangzhou went south to Nanjing to avoid trouble, which indirectly promoted Nanjing's economic development.

Zhu Hongsan walked out of the imperial city under the protection of the guards, looking at the flow of people on the street, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, if you don't look at the clothes, this population density is no different from Beijing and Shanghai in later generations. Of course, there are now more than 800,000 people in Nanjing, plus the homeless people, fishermen, Tan people, and merchants living outside the city, there are enough people with a population of more than one million. The city of Nanjing covers an area of only 55 square kilometers, and the population density is more than 15,000 people per square kilometer, which is not much worse than the 23,000 people per square kilometer of Beijing in later generations.

Zhu Hongsan looked back at the ten Dongchang guards who followed, and frowned, what are you doing if you follow so closely!

"Lao Li, let them stay away, don't follow so close!"

"But the emperor's safety... Li Chengen was very hesitant, Nanjing was mixed, and if someone was unfavorable to the emperor, he would never give up.

"What are you afraid of in the city? Also, Lao Li don't call me the emperor, call me ... Just young master! ”

Li Chengen listened to Zhu Hongsan's shamelessness, you are in your thirties and still call yourself a young master? And shameless! But Li Chengen didn't dare to speak, so he had to let the guards withdraw thirty meters and follow far behind.

Zhu Hongsan saw that the guards were far away, and said: "That's good, so it's not noticeable, go!" Let's go to the South City! ”

The city of Nanjing is divided into two counties in the north and south, and Shangyuan County in the north, although it covers a large area, most of them are the yamen of the central government, or the mansions of various bigwigs in the court. Nancheng covers an area of about one-third of the whole city, and here gathers the essence of the whole city, among which the Qinhuai River next to the Confucius Temple is the essence of the essence.

Zhu Hongsan also visited the Qinhuai River back then, but he stayed in Nanjing for two days, and he could only take a look at the flowers, and the most important thing was that he didn't experience the culture of Qinhuai Qinglou at all.

In the Ming Dynasty, the Confucius Temple was used as the examination hall of the Guozijian Imperial Examination, and candidates gathered, so there were many service industries concentrated here, including restaurants, teahouses, snacks, and brothels in Qinglou. The person who came to take the exam originally had the soft atmosphere of a scholar, and those who were admitted naturally had to sigh about life, and those who were not admitted also needed to be comforted by a gentle Jiangnan woman. Therefore, on the Qinhuai River, "the sound of pulp and lights and shadows are ten miles, and the singers and girls play the turbid waves in the boats", "the boats and drums are drawn, day and night", and the tertiary industry is very developed.

Zhu Hongsan was not a good man or a woman in his previous life, so he was naturally a frequent visitor to Fengyue Place. However, Zhu Hongsan is only a township cadre, a small bureaucrat at the lowest level, and the place he goes to is an ordinary place with 200 nights. Now seeing the painting boat on the Qinhuai River, this is a good place comparable to heaven and earth, and Zhu Hongsan's heart is naturally rippling.

When he came to the Qinhuai River, Zhu Hongsan saw that the river was full of flower boats, some boats stopped by the river, and some boats were driving on the river, and the sound of silk and bamboo musical instruments came from inside.

"Lao Li, what's going on?"

Although Li Chengen is a eunuch, he is also a literate eunuch, and he also studied in the celebrant back then.

"Young master, the flower boat is full of popular singers, not working in the Qinglou on the shore, waiting for someone on the river!"

Zhu Hongsan listened to what Li Chengen said elegantly, pursed his lips and scolded: "These literati just know how to play, what kind of flower boat is destined to be a person, isn't it just to play a boat shock!" ”

At this time, a flower boat docked, and the young people on the river bank who wanted to kiss Fang Ze crowded up one after another.

Zhu Hongsan stood on the side and looked at the flower boat, there was a gauze curtain in the cabin, and the beautiful woman inside was graceful, Zhu Hongsan stood on the shore and looked at itchy, pushed away a few guys waiting in front, and wanted to go in when he came to the side of the boat.

How do you know that a bustard mother came out of the boat, crossed her waist and said: "Where did the guy come from, don't you know the rules?" If you want to see our girl, write a poem first! ”

Zhu Hongsan scolded in his heart: Your mother, prostitution is a money relationship, why do you still play with culture? Could it be that the people of the Ming Dynasty began to play the Tao of the entertainment industry? Bitch is not a bitch and has to call himself an internet celebrity?

According to Zhu Hongsan's previous temperament, he went in directly and took off his pants, but now that Zhu Hongsan has an identity, he can no longer do the dirty things he used to do, not to mention that the river is full of young scholars, if he uses strong words, he will lose his identity.

Zhu Hongsan didn't have any resignation for the occasion if he wanted to break his head, and he didn't know the poetry of the Qing Dynasty in later generations, he only remembered the poems of Taizu, but it was not appropriate to get that kind of overlord thing!

Zhu Hongsan thought for a long time and asked, "This mother, is it okay to sing a little song?" ”

As soon as Zhu Hongsan's words came out, the young people around him burst into laughter, and there were those who came over to sing a little song, which was really a shame for the readers.

The bustard mother glared at Zhu Hongsan: "Okay! Look how you sing! ”

Let it be easy to sing, Zhu Hongsan coughed and began to sing the little songs he learned in later generations.

"Beat the drum tightly and beat the gong slowly, stop the drum and listen to the singing. All kinds of gossip also sing, listen to me sing eighteen * touch. Reaching out to touch the edge of my sister's face, the dark clouds flew for a long time. Reaching out to touch the front of my sister's head, the heavenly court is full and addictive. Reach out and touch my sister's hairy bay, and scatter the outside to the middle and wide. Reaching out and touching my sister's little eyes, black eyes and white eyes. Stretched out his hand to touch his sister's little nose needle, and burned the gas to the outside hermitage. Reaching out to touch my sister's mouth, the baby's eyes smiled slightly. . . ”

The bustard's mother thought that Zhu Hongsan could sing some clever songs, and if you listen carefully, isn't this eighteen * touching! In the Ming Dynasty, there was this kind of obscene song, but the lyrics were different from those of later generations, but the general meaning was to touch the eighteen parts of the woman's body.

"Get out! Get away from the old lady, do you think this is the secret prostitute of the three eldest sons? Run this singing eighteen * touched it! After the old bustard finished speaking, he took out a basin of foot-washing water and raised it to Zhu Hongsan.

Zhu Hongsan had no choice but to flee in the ridicule of the surrounding scholars.

After running out of the crowd, Zhu Hongsan saw that no one around him was paying attention to him, so he stopped and scolded the bustard mother: "Isn't this cheap thing that thousands of people ride out to sell, and he has to chant poems to fight against it, if Lao Tzu can write poems, he will come to prostitute you, a third-rate little bitch?" ”

Zhu Hongsan looked at his body and saw that he was not splashed with dirty water, and then said with confidence: "It seems that it is dangerous outside, it is better to go home and sing a little song to Saisai!" It doesn't cost you anything! ”

Li Chengen heard Zhu Hongsan say this, and slandered in his heart: Bian Yujing, can everyone compare with this kind of vulgar powder?

Zhu Hongsan looked at a teahouse in front of him, and happened to be a little thirsty, so he said to Lao Li: "Let's go, go drink some water first!" ”

The Ming Dynasty teahouse is divided into two kinds, one is the kind of Qing teahouse that intellectuals go to, the people who come to the Qing teahouse to drink tea, most of them are literati and scholars, so the shop hall is generally arranged very elegantly, the utensils are clean, and the four walls are hung with calligraphy and paintings. There is also a kind of teahouse that is also engaged in storytelling and singing, which is a good place for people to entertain.

Zhu Hongsan walked into the two-story teahouse, where many people were already seated, and Kunqu opera was being sung on the stage.

The guy at the door knew that he was a rich master as soon as he saw Zhu Hongsan's dress, and hurriedly shouted: "Two distinguished guests!" Private room on the second floor! ”

Zhu Hongsan and Li Chengen went up to the second floor, and the guy stepped forward and asked: "Second master, we have oolong, Shoumei, Hongmei, Yuqian, Mingqian, and Benshan, I don't know what the uncle wants to drink?" ”

Zhu Hongsan thought for a while and said: "Come to the pot before Ming, what other delicious pastries and fruit plates can be ordered, you are not short of money!" ”

Nanjing is an international metropolis, and that guy has seen a lot of nouveau riche like Zhu Hongsan, and he came to the big city to see the world with a little money. But contempt is contempt, but I don't dare to slack off a little on my face.

After a while, Kung Fu tea came up, and four fruit bowls and four kinds of refreshments were also delivered.

The fruits are pear, jujube, water chestnut, snow lotus, and a small plate of white sugar is placed on the side, which seems to be the snow sugar produced in Leizhou, Hainan. The refreshments include fire-burned, steamed horns, fruit tarts, and rose-rubbed rolls, Zhu Hongsan picked up a minced meat and tasted it, which was much worse than the craftsmanship in the palace, but the taste was not bad. Zhu Hongsan drank tea and ate pastries, watching the performance of Kunqu Opera on stage.

Zhu Hongsan was originally from Huguang, and he really couldn't understand this kind of soft Kunqu opera in Wu language, so he asked Li Chengen: "What is that person on the stage babbling and singing?" ”

Li Chengen bowed his head and said: "Young master, the Peony Pavilion is being sung above, and Du Liniang's soul is swimming in the back garden, and Liu Mengmei has a tryst again." ”

Zhu Hongsan had heard of the Peony Pavilion before and knew that it was written by Tang Xianzu, a great opera artist in the Ming Dynasty.

"Did Tang Xianzu write it?"

Li Chengen didn't expect that this illiterate emperor still knew about Tang Xianzu, so he hurriedly replied: "Young Master Hui, it is Tang Hairuo, he was born in the twenty-ninth year of Jiaqing and served as the chief priest of the Rite Ancestral Hall. ”

When Zhu Hongsan heard Tang Xianzu, he suddenly remembered that there was another opera called Peach Blossom Fan, named after the Peony Pavilion, which was about the love story of Qin Huai Bayan, Li Xiangjun and Hou Fangyu, I don't know if I have written it now.

"Lao Li, there is another play called Peony Pavilion, have you heard of it?"

Li Chengen thought for a while and said, "Young master, the old slave hasn't heard of it!" ”