When leaving Daishan Island, Zheng Haizhu took the initiative to ask Yan Siqi to bring this kimono with him, and he was waiting for this moment today.

She wanted to try Han Ximeng's cognitive accumulation and judgment to further understand the level of her first master in this life.

Zheng Haizhu then studied Han Ximeng's complexion, and pretended to be surprised: "Ah, Miss recognizes this kind of clothes?" I said, why does it look strange, it turns out to be a wolf? ”

Han Ximeng glanced at her and said comfortingly: "What are you nervous about, those who have this kind of clothes may not necessarily be Japanese people, let alone Japanese people." In fact, in addition to the Japanese rebellion in the north at the time of Emperor Hongwu, it was the real Japanese rebellion, and later the Japanese rebellion on our side during the time of Emperor Jiajing, there were many leaders, who were originally maritime merchants and were the same Ming people as us. ”

Han Ximeng calmly unfolded the kimono completely, admiring the embroidery of "Painted Feathers" on it, and speaking in a calm tone.

"Azhu, you are from Fujian, you have some origins, and you don't know what happened to the people of Songjiang Mansion and Ningbo Mansion.

During the time of Hongzhi and Zhengde, my Ming Dynasty and the Wa Kingdom maintained tributary trading, and there were survey ships and Ming ships every year. Later, not long after Emperor Jiajing ascended the throne, there was a big incident in Ningbo City, and the two maritime merchants of the Japanese Kingdom fought hard because of bribing the eunuch Lai En, and the people of Ningbo were affected. In a fit of rage, the imperial court stopped its investigation with the Wa Kingdom.

At that time, the Wa Kingdom discovered a silver mine, and was about to ask me to buy goods in large quantities, and my Hui merchants of the Ming Dynasty had always walked in Nanzhili and the coastal areas of Zhejiang.

If the maritime merchant can't do it, he will become a pirate. There are also those honest fishermen on the beach, who originally relied on fishing to make a living, but the sea ban is together, they have no way to survive, and they can only go to be sea bandits. ”

Zheng Haizhu listened to what Han Ximeng said, which was really different from the superficial interpretation of the Japanese chaos in later generations, but it was very similar to the writings of some professional historians.

She then inquired: "So, what does Miss mean is that the Japanese rebellion does not all mean that the Japanese people drove ships to plunder our coastal people like the Huns in the past who plundered the Central Plains?" ”

Han Ximeng raised his eyes to look at her: "Some Wadao pirates, who have lost their conscience, burned, killed, and plundered, there are also them. But more Japanese fleets, even if the sailors are Japanese, the owners are also Huizhou merchants, Zhejiang merchants, and Fujian merchants, such as the big pirate Wang Zhi, who is a Huizhou person.

They are staring at the silver of the Japanese country, but the court does not open the sea to trade, they will naturally cause trouble along the coast, and there is no rule. Fortunately, after Emperor Jiajing, Emperor Longqing opened the customs, and there were also Francois people in Haojing (referring to Macau) to do business.

My Ming pirates have returned to maritime merchants, and the people are finally at peace. Over the years, I have heard my second uncle say that although the Wa Kingdom cannot directly trade with my Daming, but if you turn a corner and deal with the Francois people, you can still buy Daming goods with white silver. ”

Zheng Haizhu pursed her lips and pretended to be helpless: "Wouldn't that be a waste of letting Franc make a profit?" Wouldn't it be better to directly open a city in our Songjiang Mansion, and let the Japanese send a ship to send silver, transport the goods away, and make a fortune on both sides? ”

Han Ximeng smiled and said: "You think very simply, I am not only a group of merchants in Hui, nor is it only Songjiang and Ningbo that rely on the open sea. If the cheap is occupied by Nanzhili and Zhedong, the trench in Macao, Fujian Yuegang, and even in Beijing, from the ministers to the eunuchs' husbands, the meat in the bowl is dug up, don't fight with you? ”

When Zheng Haizhu heard this, he already had a rough idea of Han Ximeng's attitude in his heart.

This is really a very knowledgeable lady, and many vulgar celebrities in Songjiang are far from being able to match it.

Zheng Haizhu then stepped forward and stroked the "painted feather" on the kimono, and said in a speculative tone: "As soon as Miss said this, I have to guess that this family is not privately crossing the sea to sell goods." ”

Han Ximeng smiled: "Maybe, don't care about these for now, you can just come back." Azhu, I am especially concerned about this dress because I like the embroidery on it. You see, this is Tang Song, the Japanese embroidery method, is a set of needle techniques, the depth is complicated, such as the Danqing in the ink melt water rendering. I was thinking about how to express the light and shade of the mountain stone when embroidering, and today I saw Tang Song on this Japanese robe, which was very inspiring. ”

Han Ximeng looked at the large piece of "Painted Feathers", and occasionally sighed with heartfelt emotion, "I didn't expect the embroidery of the Wa Kingdom to be so perfect."

Zheng Haizhu listened carefully, and sometimes added some suggestions from the perspective of the "Zhangrong" technique that he was familiar with.

It wasn't until he had almost pondered this kimono that Zheng Haizhu took out a few paper tubes from another baggage, which were the Japanese ukiyo-e that Yan Siqi had begged for.

She spread out the paintings on the table and said to Han Ximeng: "Miss, when I saw these landscape paintings in that house, I asked the kind housekeeper to get a few back." ”

Han Ximeng is familiar with Danqing, and when he saw the brushstrokes and color style, he was very sure: "This is not the pigment of the Jiangnan area, and the painting style is very different from ours, so it should also be a Japanese painting." But ......"

Han Ximeng picked up the ukiyo-e and said thoughtfully: "I heard from the second uncle that the Franco-Japanese people in Macao, as well as the Hongmao Fan (referring to the Dutch) who crossed the sea to grab business in recent years, are very fond of Japanese paintings. By the way, our missionaries from Songjiang Prefecture also came to ask if we could weave a pattern on Songjiang cloth. ”

Zheng Haizhu muttered: "The loom wants to weave landscape drawings or ladies' flower and bird paintings, whether it is the painting of the Japanese Kingdom or our painting, the silk machine can be, but it is very time-consuming and expensive. Songjiang cloth is popular for its large amount and affordability, and the current cloth machine can only weave mountain shapes, rhombic grids, and flying patterns. Let's try embroidery. ”

At this time, Han Ximeng was finally tired, yawned and said, "Okay, let's think about it slowly, let's rest today." ”

Zheng Haizhu returned to his hut, lying on the couch and listening to the low chirping of autumn insects outside the window, recalling the harvest of these days.

She knows that in real history, the next 300 years will be the 300 years of the precipitous decline of Chinese civilization.

If the sea ban during the Jiajing Emperor of the Ming Dynasty was only a contraction of the tributary exploration trade, then the closed rule of the nomadic people in the north after the change of dynasty, as well as cultural enslavement and castration, really destroyed the vitality of this land.

When Europe completed the Renaissance movement, when the world-wide Age of Discovery came, the Ming Dynasty China, which had mastered the extremely advanced shipbuilding and ocean shipping technology, originally held a good card, but unfortunately internal and external troubles followed, and lost the great era, even Japan was not as good.

Zheng Haizhu stared at Mount Fuji, Merlin, and the waves on the ukiyo-e, thinking that in a few generations, the West would be profoundly influenced by Japanese aesthetics, and with the convening of the World Expo, the Ukiyo-e prints of Toei simply swept across Europe, and Van Gogh was deeply influenced by the Japanese painter Katsushika Hokusai.

Van Gogh ...... Netherlands...... Red-haired fan, Fran machine man...... Ukiyo-e, feather-e, embroidered silk fabrics, Matsue cloth ...... Haojing, Macau, Yuegang, Penghu Islands......

Countless concepts and images of people, maps, and goods poured into Zheng Haizhu's mind, hovering like mountains and waves.

Let's take it step by step, the sun is arching, and the merit is not donated.

……

Early the next morning, Han Ximeng took Zheng Haizhu to see his uncle and aunt.

The second master, Han Zhongwen, and the second grandmother, Qian Shi, were quite pleased when they heard the reason for sending cotton cloth to the sergeants.

Han Zhongwen even slightly let go of the majestic appearance of the head of the family, and said to his wife with a smile: "Xi Meng has been under your knees for so long, and he is becoming more and more like you. ”

Qian couldn't help but say that it was our niece's talented and intelligent words, and happily assigned Lao Peng, the housekeeper of the Han Mansion, and Zheng Haizhu to Zhang Luo.

The two hurried to the cloth workshop and beckoned the men in the workshop to count and wrap up.

Nearly 100 pieces of rhombic thick cloth, plus small door width leaf cloth and socks and other objects, after loading a few ox carts, it is past the time to apply.

Zheng Haizhu wiped the sweat on her face, and when she turned around, she saw a graceful girl standing at the door.

It is Han Ximeng's cousin, Han Xiying, the only daughter of the third room.

Lao Peng looked behind Han Xiying, there was no shadow of her mother Yang, so he was surprised and apologetic: "Why did the third lady come to the workshop at this hour?" Oops, it's a mess here today. ”

Han Xiying's goose egg face was puffy, a pair of eyes completed the crescent moon, starry eyes, and said softly: "Today, the teacher said that the illness did not come, so I went to play in the Jiaoyuan Poetry Society, and when I came back, I passed by the cloth workshop, but you are going to Wenzhe Academy?" It just so happens that I'm going with you all the way to see the excitement. ”

"This ......" Lao Peng's face was embarrassed, "Third Miss, the academy is now inhabited by soldiers, rough and rough Qiu Ba, how can you go into a girl's house...... No, the second grandfather, the second grandmother, and the third grandmother all have to beat me. ”

Han Xiying's eyes flickered and looked at Zheng Haizhu: "With Ah Zhu here, what are you afraid of, isn't she the life-saving benefactor of the Jinyi Guard, I will follow Ah Zhu, and those military masters will be polite to me." ”

After that, he came up and dragged Zheng Haizhu's sleeve, and his voice carried a begging meaning: "Sister Azhu, my eldest sister said that that Jinyi Wei is good-looking, just like Lingzisheng in Kunban." ”

Zheng Haizhu thought about it for a while and replied: "That's it, it's not as good-looking as Lingzisheng, and it's not as good-looking as the second young master of the Gu family." ”

Han Xiying was stunned, her face was cold, and the two autumn waters in her eyes were about to freeze.

Zheng Haizhu suddenly changed her words, half serious and half joking: "The third miss is addicted to drama, let's go and see it together, I am waiting for the third miss, it's a big deal, and my salary will be deducted for three months." ”

Han Xiying immediately smiled: "Sister Azhu is still refreshing, like a man." Since you can accompany my eldest sister to Suzhou and take me around Songjiang City, what's the matter? ”

Zheng Haizhu said in his heart, it's okay, just drink a few sips of green tea.

Just take a look, Miss San, what is the taste of your cup today, sweet and greasy jasmine green tea? Or sour lemon green tea?.

Lao Peng, as the housekeeper of the mansion, is naturally skilled, and knows that Zheng Haizhu's status in the mansion is now fast, so he no longer objected, and respectfully invited the third lady to sit on the only bullock cart with a shed, and shouted at the convoy to drive away.

……

Nowadays, Songjiang locals all know that the Gu Mansion with the background of the eunuch is a veritable family of goodness.

There are two courtyards in the city, one is the luxurious mansion "Luxiang Garden" where he lives, and the other is the Wenzhe Academy where the children of poor families in Huating, Shanghai, and Qingpu counties come to study, or take the Songjiang Mansion examination.

Around the beginning of autumn, the transplanting of double-cropping rice has just been completed, and because there are a large number of cotton fields in the Songjiang area, the cotton flowering period is also between the summer and white dew, so many children from poor families are still busy with farm work at home and have not yet returned to the city.

The huge academy, with dozens of dormitories, is more than enough to accommodate Ma Xianglin's team of less than 100 people.

When the Han government brought the cloth in, the sergeants were wiping their weapons under the eaves in front of the porch.

In the tip of a spear shining by the golden light of the slanting sun, Han Xiying's eyes were brighter than a white blade, and she immediately caught Gu Shouqian, the prospective brother-in-law in the green shirt.

"Second Master Gu!"

A soft cry of a yellow warbler.

Gu Shouqian, who was listening to a Sichuan soldier explain the armor-breaking power of the white pole gun, turned his head and was slightly stunned before he saluted: "Hey, why is the third lady here too?" ”

Zheng Haizhu held a few feet of Ye Xie reed cloth, walked up, and interjected in a calm manner: "Third Miss, the person who is talking to Lao Peng over there is the god-like Lord Jinyiwei you want to see, General Ma." ”

Han Xiying's heart was full of sorrow, but her face was naïve and clumsy, she glanced at it and said lightly: "Oh, it's indeed as Ah Zhu said, a general." ”

Zheng Haizhu pursed her lips and smiled, but she took a solid sip in her heart.

Bigger portions of green tea!

The intuition of the people who eat melons is often keen, especially the modern women who eat melons like Zheng Haizhu who wear to the back houses of the ancients.

Zheng Haizhu has long felt that Han Ximeng, a cousin, is much more cunning than her mother-in-law who clearly flashed the words "I am a resentful woman" on the door of her head.

It's just that, after all, she is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and the little girl who is in the beginning of spring love, what is calculating in her stomach, it is not difficult for Zheng Haizhu to guess.

Sure enough, Han Xiying instructed the personal maid to take out a light brown peach blossom note from her schoolbag.

"Second Brother Gu, this is the word I filled in with my sisters in the Poetry Club today. I heard that Second Brother Gu has a good hand, help us take a look. ”

Gu Shouqian said "oh", took the note and looked at it for a moment, and said kindly: "It's a good fill." ”

"But I always feel that it can be changed again," Han Xiying frowned slightly, and asked with a scrutinizing look, "Second brother, you say, this sentence 'across the spring river, blue water dyes the window, Mu Shaoguang, red apricot peeps on the wall', should it be changed to 'across the spring river, clear water and windows, Mu Shaoguang, red apricot leaning against the wall'?" ”

Gu Shouqian's fiancée Han Ximeng, a cousin, can be counted with one palm of his hand the number of times he has seen his cousin Han Ximeng in New Year's festivals such as the Lantern Festival, and at most he will stay at the stage where he will not recognize the wrong face, and he is not interested in pointing out her style of words at this moment.

But after all, it was the future aunt, Gu Shouqian didn't look like he was happy, so he had to say perfunctorily: "Each has its own good, you have to see how the singer sings." ”

Zheng Haizhu covered her face with a cloth and held back a smile, feeling so embarrassed that she could use her toes to cut out three bedrooms and two living rooms on the ground, but she heard an old voice behind her calling: "Ah Qian, whose daughter is this?" ”

Zheng Haizhu and Han Xiying turned around at the same time, but saw a little maid supporting an old woman standing behind them.