"It should be a beautiful day, let alone who to say." The joy of the new life is incomparable, but at the same time, Zhang Yikui also feels an unprecedented responsibility. If his decades of experience in teaching are reliable, then the land in front of him will be completely destroyed in the following years, which he does not want to see. This is not only the feeling of home and country as a Chinese, but also full of Zhang Yikui's deep love for this land.

Zhang Yikui, who has received socialist materialist values, does not feel disgusted with other ethnic groups in later generations, but his patriotism makes him have to put the pot that led to the backwardness of modern times on the Qing Dynasty.

Zhang Yikui loves a diverse world and hates enslavement and bullying of any people. On the 10th of Yangzhou, the three massacres in Jiading are still lingering in my mind.

"If you come, you will be safe." Zhang Yikui threw a pebble into the pond, which caused five ripples on the surface of the water, sank to the bottom of the pond, and walked away.

The wind blew Zhang Yikui's hem and blew up the wind and dust.

……

Yangzhou Mansion.

Syllable!!!

"These thieves! It's just too deceitful!" Above the hall, a middle-aged man wearing a Ming five-grade regular dress - a long jacket with a trimmed embroidered cloud and mandarin duck pattern threw the letter presented by the underground man to the ground.

"Lord Zhang is angry, they want salt for them, it's over." The person who knelt on the ground to answer was the Ming army sentry some time ago, and when he spoke, he secretly glanced at the adults on the stage from time to time.

"Give?" The adult, who was already angry, opened his two small eyes even harder, "What do I give?" If I hadn't dotted the things I had given before, now I don't say that the black gauze hat is not guaranteed, and my life is gone, so let me give it? Give your life? ”

"......" the sentry knight bowed his head and said nothing.

"Besides, your life is worth a piece of shit, and no one wants to feed the dog." Master Tongzhi was even more angry, and picked up a handful of pen and ink and pointed at the two sentry riders kneeling below, and the ink stained a large area of floor tiles, staining the neck of the sentry horse, and the bookcase in the hall.

There was silence for a while.

"Go, bring the Li family here, and let them think of a way to get some private salt." Tongzhi rubbed his forehead and sighed, "Wait until I repair the book and hand it over to the envoy." ”

"Yes."

"By the way, go to the treasury and bring a hundred taels of silver."

"Yes."

"Forget it, I'd better go myself." Zhang Tongzhi gently tapped the back of his sour branch Taishi chair, and his eyes drooped, as if he had aged a few years all of a sudden.

“……”

Li family compound.

"Young Master, if you want to go out, just tell me!" One wearing a Ming-style melon skin hat was putting on a coat over and over again, and shouted to Zhang Yikui, who was about to go out, "I'll prepare a carriage and horses for you, it's just raining heavily outside, and it will stain your feet, young master." ”

Zhang Yikui was still a little uncomfortable with the hierarchical effect from the feudal class: "Steward Liu, I'm bothering you."

In the Ming and Qing dynasties, the cars were mostly pulled by one or two mules, collectively referred to as "mule carts". The car of the passenger is a small car, because it has a shed, a fence, shaped like a sedan chair, also called "car", from which the name of the car in later generations comes from.

The car circumference should also open a small window of one foot square, embedded with glass, the window is opened before and after the car, and the most can open thirteen windows of different sizes, which is called "Thirteen Taibao", the shape of the window is also different, it can be said that it is very exquisite.

Zhang Yikui really wanted to experience the feeling of driving in ancient times, but because of the heavy driving, it was inconvenient to walk through the alleys.

After all, the Li family has been operating in Jiangnan for many years, and there are countless good carriages, Zhang Yikui has been a scout, knows some equestrianism, and does not want to be restricted by the car. So he chose a high-headed white horse - full of energy, with a strong pen of Master Xu Beihong in later generations.

Zhang Yikui stepped on the stirrup and walked away, a talented man with a good horse, but he was heroic.

After all, it is a rich land in the south of the Yangtze River, but I don't know that Huaibei has long been starving and dying, ten rooms and nine empty, and no matter how rampant thieves are. The people of Zhumen are still comfortable with wine and meat, and the lights are bright and green. Scholars, fireworks willow lane, leaning on the empty pavilion, love Zhu Yan flying overlook, Baihuazhou Zhu.

All the way to the landscape people, in the hundred-year-old water town alleys in the south of the Yangtze River, every house has a pink wall, every household is gray, the kind of fat powder is white, not clean but hazy, teaching people to feel that it is suitable to raise a concubine, a play and Li Yu's concubine and a play, the cramped space, there is always a realm of willows and flowers. "It's another concubine, right?" Zhang Yikui thought to himself.

Just when Zhang Yikui was still immersed in the beautiful scenery of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, in the attic not far away, there was always a woman sitting behind the curtain, silently watching Zhang Yikui's every move.

"It doesn't seem to be going to be sunny for long." Zhang Yikui looked at the dark clouds drifting in the distance, regretted a little that he didn't choose to drive, frowned, and planned to turn around and go home.

The woman in the attic in the distance clenched her pink fist tightly, and her red lips were lightly clasped with her teeth.

"Li Jining, don't come to see the slave family when you walk to the front of the building."

Zhang Yikui didn't notice anything, but it seemed that in Li Yong's memory, he had a special affection for this attic, and found something interesting.

It turns out that Li Yong is the name of the body that Zhang Yikui now occupies, and Jining is his cousin, and the name on the household code is Li Guanghang.

Li Guanghang's grandfather, that is, the head of the Li family, Li Guang, has four sons, the eldest son Li Ling, the second son Li Yun, the third son Li Feng, and the fourth son Li Jing. Li Guanghang's father Li Ling has two children, the eldest son is Li Guanghang, the eldest young master of the Li family, and the second child is Li Guanghang's sister, Li Qin.

The ancient concept of patriarchy is vividly displayed in the Li family. Since Li Ling had a son, Li Guanghang, the old lady tilted the balance of the family in favor of Li Ling's family of four. Although Li Ling himself is a prodigal ruffian, he once went to the north to be a border army in order not to study, if he hadn't spent a lot of money to pull his eldest son back from Jiubian, otherwise, Zhang Yikui would have no place to possess him.

The old lady is actually very distressed, the ancient people loved face to a certain point, the family industry should be passed on to the eldest son, and the eldest son will take the position of the head of the family, but Li Ling is a reckless man who does not read poetry and books, does not know arithmetic, and does not understand etiquette.

Just when Mrs. Li was embarrassed, Li Guanghang was born. This kid is also angry, he was admitted to Tongsheng at the age of nine, and he was admitted to Xiucai at the age of fourteen, and he is also a piece of jade for arithmetic, and he has long been a well-known talent, and the daughter of Zhang Xiangjie of the Chengdong Salt Envoy seems to be interesting to him.

In this way, the old lady will be relieved, and in the future, the eldest son will be passed on, and the etiquette system will not be criticized, and the real power will be given to the eldest grandson, and it will not be bad if you think about it.

But at the same time, the old lady ignored a point, and Zhang Yikui noticed it, after all, Zhang Yikui has decades of experience more than the old lady, even if the old lady is only more than seventy years old.

This Li family seems to be peaceful, but in fact, there are reefs everywhere. What the old lady ignored was the other three sons of the Li family. Anyone who is ignored by others under the same conditions will feel unwilling, not to mention that the eldest Li Ling has always been a big brother in the eyes of the other three sons, and nothing else, bragging and fighting and picking up girls will be very good at it.

Zhang Yikui thought about it carefully, if such a situation was in such a situation, wouldn't he have to fall into the family fight plot like the later Qiong Yao's novel?

But he is Zhang Yikui, who has so many years of experience than people in this world, so he won't let this bloody plot happen to him.

"The soldiers will come to block, and the water will cover the earth." Zhang Yikui waved his horsewhip and ran towards the vermilion gate of the Li family amid the neighing of the horses.

The west wing of the Li family.

"It's already out!" Behind the screen, two Miaoman's figures are adding rose petals to the bathtub, and in the tub lies a slender man, with fair skin and waist-length black hair.

"Back to the second young master, the small things you told have been done, and now the old lady is very panicked, and before we can do it, she will make a mess by herself, hahahahahahaha The man kneeling outside the screen, wearing a square scarf on his head, laughed so excitedly that the fake beard that stuck to his face was blown off by the air at the corner of his mouth and fell into the corner.

"Go, go to Ah Jiu to receive the reward." The beautiful man got up from the tub, walked to the wall, and took out a pair of gold-wired Kaiyuan bows.

"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you, Second Young Master, hahaha. ”

Boom!

The bowstring vibrated with the strength of the arm, and the arrow slid out of the buckle and through the rice paper of the screen, and finally disappeared into the flesh.

"Second Young Master...... You ......"

Poof!

He died, his eyes frightened and incredulous, his finger pointing at the figure behind the screen, blood staining the floor red.

The man behind the screen reclined down in the tub again, and the graceful figures on both sides slowly stretched his feet into the tub......

"Nothing has been done, more than has been lost, and my lovely doorposts and floors have been dirty."

The cloudy and rainy night leaves a patch of red.

To be continued......