Zheng Hao thought so, and cleaned up the stone table with his own hands.

"Young master, let me come." Ping'er had already finished cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, and walked out of the kitchen quickly, only taking two steps tightly, she frowned lightly, and slowed down again.

Zheng Hao asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Not really? Young master, leave this kind of rough work to me. A look of pain appeared on Ping'er's face and said.

Zheng Hao saw her faltering, and then saw that she was wearing a pair of small embroidered shoes on her feet, and suddenly she was stunned.

"Ping'er, are you bound to your feet?" Zheng Hao frowned and asked.

"yes." Ping'er bowed her head and said.

"Why foot binding? How can you stand the pain so much? Zheng Hao said distressedly.

Women's foot binding, from the Northern Song Dynasty, flourished in the Southern Song Dynasty, in the Ming Dynasty began to be widely popularized, however, it is still limited to gentlemen and other leisure class women, those high-ranking officials and nobles among the female dependents of many foot binding.

In the Ming Dynasty, some people have put forward the theory of "three-inch golden lotus", that is, women's feet should not only be small, but also bowed, which is morbid and beautiful.

However, there were not too many women of the working class in the Ming Dynasty who bound their feet.

In the Qing Dynasty, the practice of foot binding became more prosperous, and there were many foot binders among girls from all walks of life and even poor families.

It can be said that it is precisely because of the prevalence of foot binding that the status of women in feudal society has gradually declined, and in the end it has become an accessory of men.

This shows the devastating effect of foot binding on women.

"I thought the young master would like it." Ping'er lowered her head like a gnat.

Zheng Hao sorted out the memories of the previous owner who occupied this body, and only then did he know that the father of the predecessor Xiao Zhengtai bought Ping'er and came back, and he had the purpose of raising a child daughter-in-law for his son.

So Ping'er began to bind her feet.

Unexpectedly, the Zheng family later underwent great changes, the male and female owners passed away one after another, Ping'er lost control, and gradually gave up on foot binding.

Now, Ping'er took the initiative to bind her feet again, probably because she felt Zheng Hao's concern and affection for her, so she decided to wrap her feet again with a footcloth.

This is probably what it means for women to please themselves.

"I don't like girls with bound feet, Ping'er, you go and free your feet." Zheng Hao said.

He was now a little worried about whether Ping'er's feet had been torn apart by the footcloth. According to his understanding, in the past, women bound their feet from a young age, so cruel that they had to break off the toes on both feet and bend them under the soles of their feet, and then wrap them in layers of foot wraps, which is almost equivalent to the toes being abolished.

This is why some people describe the poor writing of the article as "the lazy woman's feet are smelly and long".

The toes are wasted, if they are wrapped for a long time, the flesh on the toes will rot, no wonder it doesn't stink!

"Oh, alright, I'll go and unwrap the footcloth." Hearing Zheng Hao say this, Ping'er knew that Zheng Hao was pitying herself, she blessed Zheng Hao with red eyes, turned around and walked towards the room.

Zheng Hao shook his head.

He turned back to his room, took out the four treasures of the study that Ping'er had put away, and placed them on the stone table under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard.

Zheng Hao had to get water and ink by himself.

However, although he could write calligraphy, he had never studied ink.

"Young master, I'll help you study ink." Zheng Hao was hesitating, and Ping'er walked over quickly with her skirt.

She walked much more briskly when she went to bind her feet.

"Do you know how to ink?" Zheng Hao asked with a smile.

"When I was a child, I often studied ink for my father." Ping'er nodded slightly.

Zheng Hao raised his eyebrows, it seems that Ping'er is not from a bad background, and her father is obviously a member of the literati class. Why did she get to where she is today?

It seems that there is still some story in it.

Zheng Hao put the doubts in his heart to the back of his mind and said to Ping'er: "There is Lao Ping'er." ”

"Young master, you are too polite."

Ping'er took the water and began to grind the ink slowly.

Her movements are very skillful, and her posture is light and beautiful. Zheng Hao said in his heart, this can be regarded as adding fragrance to the red sleeves.

Soon, the ink was polished.

Zheng Hao picked up the pen, and after a little silence, he was ready to draw on the laid paper.

However, in the corner of his eyes, he saw Ping'er standing aside curiously.

Zheng Hao shook his head, and said to her with a smile: "Ping'er, there's nothing to do here, you go and rest for a while, and when I need you, I'll call you again, okay?" ”

"Okay, is the young master going to continue to paint the eighteen forbidden paintings in the morning?" Ping'er pursed her lips and chuckled.

"Ahem! Yes, for the sake of livelihood, this is not a matter of choice. Zheng Hao said with an embarrassed face.

"Then I'll go." Ping'er left obediently.

Zheng Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

Ping'er stood beside him, putting too much pressure on him.

In his heart, there are not too many moral shackles or anything, it's just that when he was painting the Spring Palace, there was a girl standing next to him, which was indeed too awkward.

Zheng Hao waited for Ping'er to leave, and after a little thought, he began to paint officially.

He painted a story, a erotic story, a erotic story that happened between a fox demon and a scholar.

It is said that a scholar named Ye Zicheng lived alone in a ruined temple in a barren mountain and studied hard, unexpectedly, on a hill next to this broken temple, there lived a female fox who could transform into a mortal woman by sucking the essence of the sun and the moon.

This female fox felt that Ye Zicheng was handsome and extraordinary, and she liked it very much, so she seduced and tempted Ye Zicheng in every way, and designed a chance for the hero to save the beauty to Ye Zicheng.

Gradually, this fox alone became passionate about adultery and fell in love every day.

Later, the female fox secretly escorted Ye Zicheng to Beijing to take the exam, and quietly helped him Jinbang High School.

Ye Zicheng is also affectionate.

After winning the office, he took his entourage to the surrounding area of the broken temple to find the whereabouts of his lover.

Unexpectedly, at the foot of the hill outside the ruined temple, he came across a young hunter with a dying silver-fured fox in his hand.

Ye Zicheng felt pity, so he paid for the fox to buy it from Orion and take care of it.

That evening, he stayed in the same room where he had lived when he had been studying hard.

This night he had a spring dream, in which he lingered with the woman he loved every day. Near dawn, the woman blessed him in Ye Zicheng's dream, revealed her true identity, and then drifted away.

And when Ye Zicheng woke up, he found that the silver-furried female fox he rescued had disappeared. Only then did he realize that the woman he loved was nothing more than a fox fairy.

There are many stories like this in later generations.

But now it is the end of the Ming Dynasty, and the story of such a scholar and the fox fairy is still very fresh, especially Zheng Hao aggravated the fragrant elements of the story.

In addition, this kind of spring palace picture in the form of a comic book with pictures is also unprecedented.