Yangzhou is an important town from the south to the north, this famous city in the south of the Yangtze River is prosperous, before entering the city, it has gradually become crowded, and the merchants with accents from all over the country have increased significantly, many words Zhu Wenyu can not understand, it is obvious that this Yangzhou businessman is prosperous, compared to the capital should be Tianfu and have a different atmosphere, not stingy at all. Zhu Wenyu felt a fresh feeling, and unconsciously walked along the official road, while shaking the folding fan interestingly to search for and evaluate the young women who were dressed freshly and brightly, and from time to time casually chanted a few idle sentences.

This folding fan was bought by him two days ago, looking at some scholars he met on the road holding the folding fan and shaking his head leisurely, he was envious, so he also learned to buy a handful, pretending to shake it a few times, and the heat relief fell second, but he was a little proud of his own affairs, and it was also a little bit related to the "romantic and suave" mentioned in the book. Just buy a few in the fan shop, the painting is not a rich peony or a beautiful ancient sentence, none of them can be eye-catching, one does not make two endless buy a white fan, borrowed the four treasures of the store's study, the hall will quickly hook out a pastoral landscape, there is a lonely thatched house in the middle of a large paddy field, there are a few strokes of cooking smoke in the smoke window, a few thin yellow flowers bloom on the fence in front of the house, quite a bit of Tao Yuanliang's "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence" taste. After the painting, Zhu Wenyu stopped his pen and looked at it proudly, thought for a while, and put up two lines of poetry on the back: "It's really fun to swim in the landscape, step through the floating clouds and scatter the immortals", because he didn't think about it when he went out, he didn't bring a seal, and he couldn't learn from the literati and inkmen to cover his private book like a solemn thing, so he had to draw a feather in the corner to fill the number, and when he had time to engrave another one, anyway, he turned out that the seal was also carved by himself. What is hateful is that the owner of the shop watched him inscribe poems and paint, full of admiration, the sycophants slapped loudly, but he had to charge him one or two or five dollars of silver, which is almost sky-high, this white paper fan is four or five times more expensive than the samples hanging on the wall, about to see him mention the poem and paint the smug mood is very good, and like a rich boy who rarely goes out, bent on killing his wronged head. It's also a shame to touch Zhu Wenyu, a casual and slow but don't know how expensive rice and oil are expensive, too lazy to be wordy, casually threw down a piece of loose silver of two taels and took the fan out of the door, leaving only the boss behind himself to think he was smart and proud, and it can be regarded as his good luck, if he changes the master, with Zhu Wenyu's skills, the store may inevitably have a catastrophe, and the shopkeeper has to find Mr. Wuliu hundreds of years ago to ask for the fan money.

Walking all the way towards Yangzhou City, there were more and more pedestrians on the official road, Zhu Wenyu turned over and dismounted, leading the horse on foot. Although it is not forbidden to ride a horse on this crowded road, it is eye-catching after all, and secondly, I am afraid that the horse's hooves will hurt passers-by. According to the laws of the Ming Dynasty, if there is no urgent military affairs, injuring people in the downtown area is like fighting with weapons, and it is necessary to eat lawsuits, so most people are leading horses, if there are high-ranking officials and wealthy people who deliberately show off their identities and want to take a sedan chair or carriage, but when there are many people, most of them are led by the horseman. Zhu Wenyu has always looked down on the kind of rich children of the rich family who ride a high-headed horse on the street and show off their might, and only know how to bully the people, so naturally he will not do this kind of thing that is pointed at the backbone and scolded.

Zhu Wenyu walked all the way and swayed, not in a hurry or slow to enjoy the scenery along the way, and suddenly saw two people named Huazi next to him who didn't know why they were fighting, pushing and struggling with each other and approaching him, Zhu Wenyu didn't want to care about this kind of trivial things, so he naturally gave way to the side, but suddenly his heart moved, his body turned quickly, and his left hand copied, and he had firmly grasped a hand that stretched out behind his back.

"Ouch, ouch, let go." I only heard a cry of pain from behind.

Zhu Wenyu didn't let go, turned around, and saw an unkempt man called Huazi grinning in pain: "You let go, let go!"

"Stealing?" Zhu Wenyu let go of his hand and said coldly.

"Who stole something? Who stole it? Don't wronged the good guys! Ouch, break my hand, come on, break your hand! Kill people! Kill, kill!" The flower child was about thirteen or fourteen years old, and she had already taken advantage of the situation to roll to the ground and splashed it, and the two people who were fighting also came over, supported the beggar on the ground, and also shouted: "The rich man bullied and called Hanako, broke his hand, killed someone, everyone commented on it-"

The word "killing" aroused great curiosity among passers-by, and in the blink of an eye, there were already two or three layers around. When Hanako saw that there were many people, she screamed more and more vigorously, like killing a pig.

Zhu Wenyu laughed and laughed. Just when he gave way to his side, the internal strength of the health regimen in the body had sensed that a hand was close to his back within half a foot, and was stretching out to the blanket on his back, his hand was concerned first, and his mind had not yet reacted, he had reached out to the hand behind him, and stayed in his hand to grasp it firmly, and only then did he realize in his heart that the other party was trying to steal the property in his blanket, and when he turned around, he realized that it was called Hanako. However, this made Hanako fall to the ground and splash it, and the scene was extremely familiar. Before he entered the palace, he begged for a living in the countryside with Mr. Chen, and he often played with some friends on the official road, and he saw this kind of street gangster who also relied on this method to steal things, and if he couldn't be discovered, he would rely on it, and cheat some money, and most of them were so hungry that they couldn't do this kind of thing, just because they had to be beaten by a bad master, and their bodies were too weak to withstand it, and he had seen a little gangster who was kicked a few times because of this kind of thing, and then kicked off his sternum and died within a few days. I didn't do this because I was too young, but I saw a lot, and I had eaten those things that the gangsters bought with the money they had left, and they knew that they were also forced by life to do such dirty things, not by nature or Laipi, so he didn't feel much embarrassed about these poor gangsters, and occasionally gave some money porridge and rice to the dolls on the street when he was in the capital. This time, Zhu Wenyu's identity reversed to the person who was relied on, although he took the little flower on the spot, he was not really angry in his heart, and a familiar feeling surged up. Besides, there is a way to take the thief and get dirty, and he didn't catch the evidence that he stole things, but Zhu Wenyu was stunned, and he didn't say much, he took out a piece of broken silver from his arms, bent down and stuffed it into the hand of the little flower who was rolling on the ground, and touched his head, turned around and pushed away the crowd, led the horse away, and left the little Huazi stunned there, looking at Zhu Wenyu's back blankly, he really didn't expect that the owner of this matter not only didn't beat him and kick him, also stuffed him with such a big ingot of silver, which was enough for him and five or six friends to eat steamed buns for two or three months.

"Steamed buns!" As soon as he thought of this, Xiao Yuhua jumped up and shouted: "Erniu! Sanya! Quick, call them all stunned, eat steamed buns, we have made a fortune, we can eat a full meal today!" Shouting and running away.

The onlookers laughed for a while, and when they saw that there was no more excitement to see, they all slowly dispersed, and some people shook their heads as they walked, not knowing whether to sigh that the little man called Hanako was cunning or pitiful, or that the young man was a big fool.

Zhu Wenyu looked at the backs of those little ones named Huazi, shook his head helplessly, and said secretly: "Count your luck and meet the young master and me today, otherwise you will be good-looking." He smiled secretly and didn't think about it again.

After a while, I entered Yangzhou City, picked a safe inn on the most lively street, and booked a room to live in.

Yangzhou is indeed a prosperous place for fireworks, since ancient times, there is a saying of "fireworks in Yangzhou in March", although it is close to autumn at this time, the autumn breeze can not reduce the excitement of the flowers at all.

Yangzhou's Qinglou is famous all over the world, gathered all over the beauty and beauty, out of a lot of famous prostitutes, at this time the Qinglou is also often pretended to be elegant, "chanting poetry and painting stunts, playing the piano and singing each is good at winning", but the skin and meat business has been whitewashed into a romantic affair, there have been many talented and beautiful people's good stories, but that is also mostly the Qinglou to promote the name of the signboard, but it has attracted the past guests and merchants have also been vassally elegant, in this flower and wine cluster to find fun, it seems that also want to find a "stay in the Qinglou Bo fortunate name" in this fireworks artistic conception.

However, these are not of interest to Zhu Wenyu, he is not very old, and he came out of the palace, it can be said that it is difficult to see these folk vulgar fans in his eyes, and Zhu Wenyu is not good at this, even if he really sees one or two beautiful and outstanding women, he is willing to watch and taste from afar, and secretly evaluate himself in his heart, and he will never have the idea of holding the woman in his arms and laughing wantonly, those behaviors in Zhu Wenyu's heart are all extremely scenic moves, according to his words, there is really a "cow chewing peony." "Feelings. Therefore, coming out of the inn, Zhu Wenyu didn't look at the brothel Qinglou where the red lights hung high in front of the court, and a few bewitching women with thick fat and thick powder at the door scratched their heads and waved their voices. Don't want a pot of tea seems to be a bit like a monster, even if you pretend to be a good pot of tea, you have to make a pot of tea and put it on the table, as for whether to drink it or not, how to drink it is Zhu Wenyu's own business, and others can't care about it.

The best thing is that there is also Yangzhou Pingtan in the teahouse, singing the famous ancient words and poems in Yangzhou City, which is different from the capital, and the rhyme and words have a different flavor, those words and sentences Zhu Wenyu is familiar with, but singing them with Pingdan, the tone is frustrated, compared to the book to look at himself as if it is heaven and earth, and Zhu Wenyu is fascinated by listening to it.

While drinking tea and eating the special snacks of Yangzhou City, while listening to the soft commentary, I didn't realize that it was already dark, and when the teahouse ended near the second watch, Zhu Wenyu walked out of the Erquan Building with satisfaction, walked out of the two street entrances, and saw that he had seen the door of the Ping An Inn, but was blocked by a person at the corner of the street.

"Friends go slowly." The man said coldly.