On the third day of the first month of the third year of Xianfeng in the Qing Dynasty, the snow gradually subsided in Anqing City, Anhui Province, the cold northwest wind blew howling, and the ancient city wall was dilapidated, as if it could not withstand the invasion of the winter wind, and it was crumbling. On the depressed streets, occasionally a pedestrian or two dragged their heavy steps through the snow with difficulty, and a few diligent residents carefully swept the snow from their homes. Outside the city, under the snow, the village lay in a patchwork that seemed to have disappeared, save for a few bare earthen walls.

As the first county of the provincial capital, here is the anointed land of Anhui Province, two hundred years without hearing the sound of war drums, Anqing City has long been crowded, many dilapidated houses have been erected outside the city gate, most of them are adobe as the wall, straw as the top of the thatched hut, continuous for several miles.

Outside the Zongyang Gate, Jing Yuan reluctantly wrapped up the broken quilt he picked up, this was his third day in this world. Coming from the 21st century, he is a history trainee teacher in Anqing City, and his emotional frustration made him fall into the Yangtze River after drinking on Chinese New Year's Eve, and when he woke up, he found that he did not die in the boiling water, but crossed the Qing Dynasty a hundred years ago. After being chased by wild dogs and beaten by the villagers as an alien for several days, he stumbled into this familiar and unfamiliar city.

In the pavilion shed outside the city gate, several Qing Dynasty soldiers surrounded the brazier, drinking wine and scolding their superiors. Feeling that he was being chased and beaten just now, Jing Yuan picked up a broken quilt and draped it on his body out of nowhere, wrapped it tightly, and quietly came to the city gate, and rushed to the city while the soldiers were not paying attention, when suddenly a soldier shouted in the shed: "Stinky beggar, you can also enter the city!" ”

Jing Yuan secretly screamed badly, afraid that this soldier would chase after him, and then another soldier said: "Let him go, let's continue to drink, what are you doing with that idle business during the New Year." ”

With the objective help of the defenders of the city, Jing Yuan infiltrated Anqing City. The main road in the city is quite spacious, paved with green bricks, shops along the street one after another, there are two or three storey restaurants, there is also a layer of paving, many diligent guys have begun to move the door panel, ash carbon stove.

After entering the city, he did not go far, but was still careful in a fancy dress, and in this era, no braids are a matter of sand. After daybreak, I saw a few soldiers running to the gate of the city to put up a notice, and after a while, some of the residents gathered, and these people watched for a long time before an old man read it. After listening carefully, I knew that it was the Anhui governor who promulgated the notice of the people, and I saw that the old scholar read it in a frustrated manner, and from time to time he acted as a translator, only to listen to him translate: "The governor said that the Guangxi long-haired thieves have been surrounded in Wuchang, and the governor personally led thousands of troops and horses to exterminate them. "Hairy thief? It should be the Taiping Army, this Anqing City is an important place for the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and after taking Wuchang, the city will be abandoned and the east will be abandoned" Jing Yuan is hesitating whether to avoid the Taiping Army, after all, the Taiping Army will fail after all, if it is coerced and used as cannon fodder, wouldn't it be sad.

However, the days in front of Jing Yuan were unfed and unclothed, cold and hungry, touching his pockets, his mobile phone had already fallen into the water, and all his belongings were a pack of cigarettes, a waterproof lighter, and a few hundred yuan, but how could these be used in the Qing Dynasty! Jing Yuan could only find a way to find an errand and solve the problem of three meals.

"Yingjiang Temple is giving porridge!" Out of nowhere, an unkempt beggar shouted. At this moment, the peers around the corner were all energetic, calling friends, dragging children and daughters, all flocking to Yingjiang Temple, and Jing Yuan also followed. However, because it was late, beggars from all over the city gathered at the back gate of the temple, and not only that, but there were also some poor households, who seemed to be too poor to open the pot. In order to grab a little porridge, the chaotic crowd beat and robbed, and lost all their humanity.

Jing Yuan disdained to fight for food and hid aside. Jing Yuan's later generations don't know how many times he entered Yingjiang Temple, looking at the low courtyard wall, Jing Yuan had a crooked brain, and after some hesitation, the gentleman was defeated by the stomach.

Jing Yuan walked around the temple, found a hidden place, first threw the broken quilt into it, and then climbed into the two-meter-high courtyard wall in three steps and two steps. When I went in, I found that it was fundamentally different from that of later generations, and then I remembered that the Yingjiang Temple in later generations was rebuilt in the first year of Tongzhi, which really made Jingyuan distressed. I came in, so I had to walk around, but fortunately, the monks went to the back door to give porridge, and there was no one in the courtyard.

Jing Yuan recklessly entered a building with a plaque of "Yingjiang Pavilion", only to see that the attic was ** Guanyin Bodhisattva, in front of the Bodhisattva was a desk, and the yellow cloth covered it with a plate of tribute. Jing Yuan couldn't care about the Bodhisattva when he saw the tribute, so he hurriedly rushed over, grabbed a handful of fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, and jokingly said thank you to the Bodhisattva while burying his head in eating.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps, and Jing Yuan didn't have time to escape, so he had to grab a handful of fruit and hide under the table. Jing Yuan stared at the gate through the tablecloth, and saw two figures hurriedly running into the Yingjiang Pavilion, looking like a monk in the temple from the figure, Jing Yuan held his breath and hid under the offering table without saying a word. I saw that these two monks had been checking in the Yingjiang Pavilion for a long time, adding sesame oil and paying tribute, and they were very busy, and they didn't notice that there had been anyone in the pavilion.

Then there was another noise in the monastery, and several soldiers with sabers broke in. I heard one of the leaders shouting, "Little masters, have you cleaned up?" The governor's daughter is coming! ”

When the two monks heard him say this, they immediately nodded yes. Seeing this, the leader said, "Check it out!" As soon as the words fell, several soldiers hurriedly looked around the Bodhisattva. Then the leader went out with everyone, and although the soldiers did not go far, the Yingjiang Pavilion returned to tranquility. Jing Yuan chewed his food carefully, thinking about the soldier's words just now. "The governor's daughter? The Taiping army is coming, why are they still here! ”

At this time, the governor of Anhui was Jiang Wenqing, who successively served in Yunnan, Ningxia, and Zhejiang, and was promoted to the governor of Anhui in the first year of Xianfeng, and he was also a capable minister. After the Taiping army broke through Anqing, he swallowed gold and died. There is no record of his daughter in the history books, only the Qing history manuscript slightly mentions that his son came out to collect his body after the Taiping army left, and he wanted to hide beforehand. As for his daughter, she either escaped, or she was given to the Taiping Legion battalion. King Dongwang likes the regimental camp the most, when he was in the Wuchang regimental camp, he selected more than 60 beauties at one time, and when he arrived in Nanjing, the wife of the king of heaven had to be numbered with numbers, which was comparable to the absurd and unscrupulous king.

Immediately after that, a large group of footsteps came from the courtyard, becoming clearer and clearer, Jing Yuan knew that Jiang Wenqing's daughter was coming, and he really wanted to go out to have a look, but he didn't dare, so he had to look out through the tablecloth. I saw that the first to come was a monk who led the way, followed by a group of maidservants with double buns, Jing Yuan counted nearly ten of them, Jing Yuan secretly sighed that the ancient official lady was so pompous. More than a dozen maidservants stood on both sides, and after a while, three figures appeared at the door, the one on the right was very old, like a wet nurse, and the one on the left was petite, like a close-fitting maid. And the middle is naturally the main one, only to see a slender woman with a drooping hair and a white body, slowly walking in with the support of the nurse and maid.

"The female benefactor rests for a while, the governor is still praying for blessings in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the little monk is waiting outside the pavilion."

Miss Jiang said softly, "Thank you, Master! Master, please. Its voice is like a yellow warbler, tactful and pleasant, and Jing Yuan is intoxicated.

I only heard Miss Jiang say again: "Xiaoyu, you stay, everyone else goes out." Except for the personal maid named Xiaoyu, they all gently retreated, and Xiaoyu gently closed the door as if she would know. Seeing this, Jing Yuan thought of this Miss Jiang...... When he was in a reverie, suddenly Miss Jiang knelt on the futon, Jing Yuan was taken aback, and felt a fragrance wafting in. Miss Jiang chanted and said: "Guanyin Bodhisattva is above, and the female disciple Jiang Wan'er worships." "It turns out that her name is Jiang Wan!

"Pray for the Bodhisattva to manifest his spirit, bless Daddy's health and health, everything will go well, don't let that bandit gain power!"

"If the Taiping army doesn't come, your father's official position will be kept, but I will starve to death." Jing Yuan couldn't help muttering in his heart, and silently prayed in his heart that the Bodhisattva would bless the Taiping Army to come early.

"Bless my brother to high school this year, the carp jumps the dragon gate!" It's really a good boy, Jing Yuan suddenly wanted to see this ancient daughter, but the tablecloth was blocked, and he could only see a vague figure.

"Bless grandma with a long life, peace and health!" Jing Yuan had to admire Miss Jiang's filial piety.

"Bless my uncle's family and Hemeimei!"

Jing Yuan was impatient and said casually; "Why are you so greedy!" Halfway through the sentence, he regretted it.

Miss Jiang was about to pray a few more times, when suddenly this unfamiliar voice came from the offering table, and she screamed in fright, and the maidservant also shouted. All of a sudden, the soldiers waiting outside the door rushed in, and Miss Jiang pointed to the bottom of the offering table in horror. The leader of the soldiers rushed forward with a lunge and jerked open the tablecloth. Jing Yuan, who was wrapped in a broken quilt, was completely exposed, Jing Yuan hurriedly shouted for mercy, the leader of the soldiers grabbed his broken quilt, Jing Yuan hurriedly clenched it, fortunately, Jing Yuan was strong, and the leader of the soldiers did not drag the broken quilt away.

Jing Yuan hurriedly begged for mercy: "I'll be a beggar, and I haven't done anything bad!" ”

Seeing that Wu Jingyuan was powerful, the leader of the soldiers hurriedly ordered: "Arrest him." ”

Of course, Jing Yuan would not be restrained, he ran away wrapped in the quilt, shouting as he ran: "I just came to eat some tribute, I didn't steal anything!" After saying that, several soldiers threw himself at him, holding his head and dragging his feet, and dragged him to the leader of the soldiers.

"Let him go!" Just when Jing Yuan sighed to himself that he was unlucky, that tactful voice remembered again, Jing Yuan struggled to glance away, faint green eyebrows, slightly red face, thin body with a white body, delicate and vulgar.