The southeast shape wins, the three Wu capitals, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times, the smoke willow painting bridge, the wind curtain and green curtain, and the difference of 100,000 people. The clouds and trees surround the embankment sand, the angry waves roll frost and snow, and the moat is endless. The city is full of jewels, and the household is rich and luxurious.

Heavy Lake Stacked Rock Qingjia. There are three autumn laurels and ten miles of lotus. Qiang tube clear, Lingge flooded the night, frolicking and fishing lotus baby. Thousands of horsemen have high teeth. Listen to Xiao Gu while drunk, and chant the smoke of business. The picture of the different day will be good, and return to Fengchi Kua.

------------- "Wanghai Tide" Liu Yong

There is heaven above, and Suzhou and Hangzhou below. Hangzhou has been a prosperous place since ancient times, and it is also the most suitable place for human habitation.

But in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, it was not called Hangzhou, but Qiantang.

It is not an ordinary person who can serve as a county magistrate in such a beautiful and rich place.

Now the county magistrate of Qiantang is Ma Yunhai, the patriarch of the Ma family. Although the Ma family is not the top gate valve in the south of the Yangtze River, it is the most powerful scholar family in Qiantang.

The Ma family was also moved from Fufeng County in the north when Yongjia crossed to the south, and it is said that they are the descendants of Ma Yuan, the general of Fubo in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and Ma Chao, the general of Shu. The Ma family arose in Xiliang, and the Xiliang Iron Cavalry was a well-known warrior who could fight well, and riding and archery was the kung fu passed down from generation to generation by the Ma family.

Ma Yunhai, the current patriarch of the Ma family, does not like dust, loves to make friends with celebrities, travels in the mountains and rivers, and hands over all the complicated affairs of the family to his son Ma Wencai to take care of, and is a typical father of a pit son.

Marven is the eldest son of the Ma family, and the heir to the patriarch of the Ma family, who can not only write and draw, but also train soldiers and march to fight.

Not only did he handle the family affairs in an orderly manner, but he also trained this 3,000-strong iron cavalry to be strong and powerful.

At this time, Ma Wencai was riding a horse and rushing home, he was originally training cavalry in the Ma Manor dozens of miles away. He hurried back in such a hurry because he received an order from his father to go home and get married.

Marriage is a major life event, especially for the eldest son of the Ma family. The Ma family has been preparing for this for a long time, and now everything is ready, waiting for Marven to go home for the ceremony.

The object that Ma Wencai wants to marry is Zhu Yingtai, the daughter of the Shangyu Zhu family. Although there are not many high-ranking officials and celebrities in the ancestors of the Zhu family, they have been doing business in Jiangdong, a prosperous and wealthy place, for many years, and their family has countless wealth, and the wealth is comparable to that of the country.

The Ma family has elite soldiers, the Zhu family has money, and the marriage between the Ma family and the Zhu family is unstoppable.

Moreover, Ma Wencai and Zhu Yingtai have been classmates in Nishan Academy for a year, and they know each other very well, Zhu Yingtai is both talented, smart and witty, Ma Wencai is very satisfied with this marriage and is looking forward to it. He has long been looking forward to a better life after marrying Zhu Yingtai.

When Ma Wencai rode into the city gate on a white dragon horse surrounded by guards, someone shouted excitedly: "Xiao Langjun is back, Xiao Langjun is back!" ”

Suddenly, the bustling people on the street seemed to have been immobilized, and all eyes were focused on this young man with a white horse and a white robe.

At the same time, the windows on both sides of the street were opened, and many people leaned out of the windows and raised their eyes to Ma Wencai's side, including the elderly, children, and many big ladies and little ladies, who were big girls and little daughters-in-law.

Marven greeted people while walking, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

The crowd automatically stood on both sides of the street, and someone took the initiative to greet Ma Wencai, and once he got Ma Wencai's response, his face would be red with excitement.

Suddenly, a young and beautiful girl squeezed out of the crowd, ran to Ma Wencai, and reached out to hand Ma Wencai a brightly colored sachet.

People were stunned by her bold move. Although the people of the Jin Dynasty were open, it was rare to express love to people in person.

Ma Wencai has never encountered this situation, and he is a little at a loss. Seeing that the girl was cramped and uneasy, he was afraid that he would not accept it, and he couldn't bear to hurt her, so he reached out and took the sachet and gave her a deep salute.

The young girl's face was flushed, her lips squirmed, but she could not speak because of her shyness, and she stomped her foot in anger and turned into the crowd.

Someone took the lead, and suddenly several girls came out to hand out sachets, and even women came out to join in the fun. Someone asked, you are already married, why do you still send sachets to Xiaolangjun?

The woman said solemnly, "I can't marry him, but I can't stop me from liking him!"

Some people also said sourly that a beautiful man like Xiao Langjun should marry a princess, and he must be a county lord at the very least. I don't know where the girl of the Zhu family got the blessing to find such a good Langjun.

There are still people next to him, yes, yes, Xiao Langjun's marriage, I don't know how much the little lady's heart has been broken, there must be someone who can't sleep at night, covering the quilt and crying.

The crowd was chaotic for a while, because many people wanted to come forward to talk to Marven, and many young women couldn't squeeze in front, so they threw the sachets in their hands across the crowd to Marvencai, and those who didn't have the sachets ready took the nearby fruits and threw them.

After a while, Ma Wencai's feet were full of sachets and fruits, and he hurriedly ordered his subordinates to pick them up and put them on the carriage that followed, and it was filled with five carriages.

Ma Wencai's personal follower Ma Zhizhong said with a smile: "Xiao Langjun, these melons and fruits are enough for our whole house to eat for several days." It's just that what to do with these sachets, there is nowhere to put them, and you can't give them away. ”

Marven thought for a while and said: "You can't give it away, if it is known, it will make people feel cold, just pack it in a box and find an empty room to put it away." ”

Suddenly, there was a heart-rending cry of sheep from the front of the house behind the crowd. The cry of "baa, baa, baa" was heart-rending and unbearable.

Ma Wencai separated the crowd and saw that it was the butcher of the butcher shop who tied a few sheep to the open space in front of the shop in order to attract customers, killing and selling them.

The butcher was bare-chested and with a shiny knife in his hand, dragging a lamb.

One of the ewes in the flock struggles desperately, as if trying to save her young.

The little lamb who was about to be slaughtered was full of panic in his eyes, and looked at his mother in despair, "Baa, baa, baa", as if to say, mother, mother, help me.

Seeing that the struggle was hopeless, the ewe knelt down on her two front legs towards the butcher, and her two cloudy eyes were full of tears.

Some of the women in the crowd were soft-hearted, and could not see the pity of the ewes and lambs, and could not help but cry "whining".

An adult with a child hurriedly covered the child's eyes. Some of the old women, who knew the butcher well, came up to them and said, "Shopkeeper, these two sheep are so pitiful, spare them!" ”

The butcher said with a disdainful face: "If I don't kill them, where will the mutton come from to sell for money, and if you don't have money, will you let me drink the northwest wind, they are pitiful, and the hungry and screaming children in my family are not pitiful?" ”。

The butcher spoke to the man, but his movements were not affected in the slightest, and he lifted the lamb's head with his left hand and stabbed it in the throat with his right hand.