In the early morning of the beginning of summer, the Qinhuai River has returned to its former bustling and prosperous, the milky white river fog floats in the heart of the Ming Dynasty, and the river surface is sparsely scattered with a few painting boats, and the figures are full of people, like a mirage.

With brisk steps, Cheng Yuan ate the freshly baked baked cakes while exercising along the trail of the Qinhuai River, heading towards his "few acres of land" outside the city, where the Cheng family he had prepared for Zhu Di was brewing.

Occasionally seeing a disheveled man and a fireworks woman appearing on the bow of the boat, Cheng Yuan felt that this time was the most interesting time of the day, and the prosperity of tonight began with the morning bell.

Most of the people in the early morning are small vendors doing business, students wearing coarse cloth short coats, carrying burdens, wearing long Confucian shirts and holding scrolls, old bustards stretching out at the entrance of the green building, and shepherd boys grazing grass on the roadside.

Happiness is a comparative level, Cheng Yuan saw the people who were forced by life as soon as dawn, and the farmer who was complained by a woman while sweeping the yard not far away.

At the beginning, he had seen the prosperity of the city, and he was not very accustomed to the ancient days, but now that he sees the lives of the people more and more, Cheng Yuan only feels that he is very lucky, and he can also see this quaint and natural ancient time.

Tiled house with rain and smoke, very real.

There is no mortgage, no car loan, and it is a blessing for people who are easily satisfied to live here, and it makes people smile when they have food and clothing every day.

Cheng Yuan will also talk to Shi Kai, who is gnawing on baked cakes, about the street, although the capital is the most prosperous place in the south of the Yangtze River, but there are also people who are displaced, and people who sell their daughters on grass abound.

Yangzhou thin horses are famous all over the world, the previous dynasty had a similar business, the Ming Dynasty was a considerable scale, many women passively fell into the land of fireworks, relying on piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and making money by hue.

Every March and April, a large number of students enter Beijing to take the exam, and there are also people who go south to beg for food.

When Cheng Yuan talked about this kind of thing in the experimental field outside the city, Cao Menghu said that it was fate, and Song Jing had come into contact with the people in the north. I think that the spring famine means that this year is not a good year.

But the Ming Dynasty was a good year compared to the end of the Yuan Dynasty, and it could be regarded as a song and dance...... and so on, listening to Cheng Yuan dizzy.

Zhu Di can be regarded as stained with some light of Zhu Yuanzhang's Hongwu Dynasty, and he has encountered the years of recuperation, half of which is his ability, and half of which is the exaggeration of the people.

There are Japanese pirates in the south, and the Tatar and Warat divisions in the north are constantly expanding, and last month the Tatar troops of Zhu Gaoxu's attack retreated to a hundred miles away from the Ming border, and the Tatar tribes sent people to negotiate peace.

The change of the civil fort, Cheng Yuan is not worried about this.

It's still early.

If he really wants to do something, he can't be too fierce and too fast, and the identity of the colt and the identity of the prince of Zhenguo are always a bit swaggering.

There was nothing to do today, and it was a little early to go back to the city, so Cheng Yuan stood by the river and counted the painting boats, which was really a boring move.

"I heard there are corpses in the river ahead."

"Dead? Or throw yourself into the river. ”

The sound is noisy and shouting, coming from the bank of the Qinhuai River, and the lively customs are probably like this, since ancient times.

The people went in groups and in twos and threes, and went to the river, and gathered together on the riverside.

Cheng Yuan thought that most of the people who committed suicide by throwing themselves into the river in this era were wronged, or there were many women, and they were probably trapped by love.

Thinking about it like this, I feel quite meaningful.

"Go over there, you can see it, there are steps."

"Don't go ......"

These two words were spoken by two women.

The younger, slightly immature woman was wearing a Ming-style plain dress, her eyes were slightly hollow, and the woman who stopped her was wearing a cyan dress, and followed behind her and whispered to stop her.

The figures of the two men were pulling there, running to the middle of the road, and the people who ran behind them to watch the bustle rushed over and scattered the two.

The plain-clothed woman with empty eyes was wrapped in the crowd and walked forward, but the woman in the cyan dress was wrapped in the crowd and persevered towards the plain-clothed woman.

Cheng Yuan leaned against the stone railing on the bank of the Qinhuai River, the coarse cloth clothes on his body were still sticky to the soil, looking at these women who were gossiping forward to see the excitement.

Theoretically, everyone likes to see others not doing as well as themselves, Cheng Yuan thought so, and felt a little comforted that the fire in Dabao'en Temple was over.

According to Zhu Di's character, if it is such a thing as Bao'en Temple, it will definitely be investigated, but in the past few days, Cheng Yuan has not been in the court, and Zhu Di will no longer mention the matter of Bao'en Temple, it seems that he doesn't want to investigate.

Cheng Yuan guessed Ji Gang, Zhu Gaoxu, Chen Ying or Zhu Gaosui, but he had no evidence, so he could only complain in his heart alone.

Dabao'en Temple belongs to Zhu Di's mother, since Zhu Di did not investigate, and it did not affect himself, this matter Cheng Yuan only gave himself a preventive shot in his heart.

"What are you looking at?" Shi Kai stretched his neck to look in the direction of Cheng Yuan's gaze and asked.

"Oh, that woman has a good figure, but she likes to watch the excitement too much, the disadvantages, what's so good about throwing herself into the river."

Cheng Yuan patted the placket of his clothes, looked at the woman in Tsing Yi who was anxiously squeezing in the crowd, Nunu mouthed, and decisively followed the crowd: "Let's go and see it too." ”

Shi Kai: "......"

There were several mossy steps along the river that did not have stone railings, and a man was soaking face down and swollen down the river.

The people chattered, chasing after the corpse and pointing at it.

Originally, there were a lot of people by the river, but after the government brought it over, it was said that it was drunk and fell into the river, and now the people seemed to have lost interest in watching the excitement.

Cheng Yuan propped his chin and said, "Shi Kai, you go and see who is dead." ”

Shi Kai nodded and went over to inquire.

Originally, Cheng Yuan waited for Shi Kai to come over, and then returned to the country's mansion, and he heard that Zhu Neng, the prince of Chengguo, was about to return from the north, and he would celebrate it at that time.

Who knew that when I looked up, I saw the woman in Tsing Yi in the crowd who was in good shape, but she was trying to squeeze in the crowd.

The woman seemed to be looking for something, her eyes were full of anger and urgency, and when she walked to Cheng Yuan's side, she snorted softly in her mouth.

Cheng Yuan was a little attracted by this woman who watched the excitement, he never thought that a woman would go to such great lengths to watch the excitement, he was really puzzled.

While looking at her, he also noticed that the woman's dress seemed to be a little wrinkled, and there was a dark brown blood on the back of the clothes, looming.

He subconsciously shouted: "Hey! ”

Stretched out his hand to stop it, but he didn't expect to startle the woman, the soles of her feet slipped, and she fell straight on her back to the sky.

"Ahh

Smack-

Then Cheng Yuan bent over and looked at the woman with his hands behind his back, he didn't want to be nosy, but he subconsciously wanted to remind.

It stands to reason that when a woman falls, a man should reach out to help her, but Cheng Yuan looked at her like this, fell down with a bang, and then turned his feet to the sky, without the slightest awareness of helping a woman.

"Hey, you...... Menstrual affairs. ”

"Do it, stinky scoundrel."

"Hey, ass." Cheng Yuan stared at the dress behind her and said.

The woman's long hair was like ink, and she looked like she had fallen hard.

"You're such an adult, you can't walk carelessly, and you can slip." Cheng Yuan complained helplessly, even if the other party was a woman with a good appearance, he didn't bother to pull it.

Then he pulled the clothes off his hips, trying to show her, and motioned for her to pay attention to the blood soaked from the dress.

At this time, the woman had just fallen, and the river was already slippery, and she was standing next to her at the moment, with river mud on her clothes, and she was embarrassed.

Everyone was busy looking at the corpses in the river downstream, and no one paid attention to it.

"...... you there"

Cheng Yuan took a step further, and was about to remind her that there were blood stains on her dress, when a crisp sound sounded in the air, and the slap hit the left side of the face, and her ears were a little buzzing.

She didn't care about the cramping in her abdomen, she didn't care about falling all the meat, and her slender legs slowly moved to the tree by the river.

The woman was crying, and when she saw Cheng Yuan talking about menstrual affairs and lifting her skirt and buttocks, her voice was desolate, and she covered her chest and said vigilantly: "Frivolous, Dengzi, you ...... What do you want to do. ”

If it weren't for the dead corpses, those people would definitely come to see the excitement, or characterize Cheng Yuan as a ruffian and molesting women.

"Tsk, I'm going to be nosy." Cheng Yuan covered his left cheek, looked at the pale woman leaning against the tree with a bad face, stared at her and said, "Go back and change your clothes, don't look at the excitement." ”

The woman glared at him and did not speak.

"If you were a man, I would beat you back."

Cheng Yuan shook his head, turned around and left, Shi Kai, who came over, looked at the woman who was staring at Cheng Yuan, and left strangely.

Behind, the woman also turned to leave, and ran towards the woman in the crowd, not caring about being pointed at by passers-by on the road.

This woman's aunt is stained with her clothes, and she doesn't know it, she has a social death, and her clothes are dirty and she has to go back, so she doesn't care about her image for watching the excitement, it's really ridiculous.

Cheng Yuan covered his left cheek, thinking of someone's social death, his pain was much less, compared to the woman's social death, he was still being pointed at, he was really too lucky.

Thinking of that woman like this, he couldn't help but feel a little refreshed in his heart.

According to Cheng Yuan's plan, he went to the Yingtian Street Theater after returning to the city, and then went to Xu Miaojin's study to check how the recent stone records were selling.

But after such a twist and turn, the left side of his face was already a little swollen at this time, so he went directly to the backyard of Yingtian Theater, and he didn't expect to meet the governor of Xiangwang Mansion who was checking the business for Zhu Bai in the theater.