Wang Yongji spent a few days in the county office thinking uneasily, and then he went on a parade himself. It is impossible for him to really have the effect of spring breeze turning into rain so quickly.
Counties in mountainous areas are smaller than those in plains, and the roads are narrower.
Wang Yongji led several government servants alone. The people along the road consciously gave way to salute, but their legs and feet never stopped.
This scene, being in it, made Wang Yongji feel a little unreal.
On the street, people were coming and going. It was so busy. Once upon a time, the county town could be so busy.
Moreover, the streets are almost entirely populated by men, and there are very few women working as vendors or even shop assistants.
This is untrue. It doesn’t matter if aristocratic families confine women to the backyard of the boudoir. People can afford it. Why is this happening in Shangougou County?
Wang Yongji was tired from walking, so he randomly chose a tea shop to sit down and rest. When the shopkeeper saw that it was the county magistrate from afar, he shouted and came out to entertain.
I threw away 10 cents, tea money for myself and three government servants, and a small plate of dry dishes.
Wang Yongji finished a sip of tea, but saw the tea shop owner hanging up today’s storytelling time at the door.
"Shopkeeper, what are the storytellers here talking about?" Wang Yongji asked out of curiosity.
"Sir, let's talk about the Three Kingdoms. We have an old scholar here who has been listening in Hangzhou before. Now he is trying his voice here. I don't know if it will work, but there are not many people anyway." Tea Shopkeeper Si doesn't have much hope for his old scholar. After all, I listen to every performance, and I usually get stuck. The only advantage is that listening to stories here only costs a penny and tea. The cost is much less than the one in the center of the county.
"Haha, you should write down the Three Kingdoms, so people passing by can come in." Wang Yongji also had nothing to do to offer advice.
"Sir, I have thought about this, but after all, it is stealing from a teacher. Although it is not prohibited in Hangzhou, but after all, they have the prefect behind them, so we still have to be a little conscious to avoid suspicion." The shopkeeper also Be honest and express your risk aversion thoughts.
"You are underestimating Gao Zhifu. It's okay. Say it with confidence. Based on my understanding of Mr. Gao, he is happy to see success." Wang Yongji encouraged the shopkeeper.
"Really? Okay. With the great master's golden words, I feel relieved." The shopkeeper happily wrote down the Three Kingdoms and the specific chapters.
"Okay, you are showing me a favor. Let me ask you one more thing. Do you want to report it truthfully?" Wang Yongji was a little embarrassed, fearing that his question would appear Nien En was self-respecting, but after finishing the words, I felt a little bit less.
"When the eldest gentleman asks a question, I know everything I know and will tell you everything," the shopkeeper immediately replied in a dignified manner.
"Don't be nervous. I walked along the road from the city to the outside. I found that the road was full of men and not a single woman. I remember that when I first took office, many women were hawking along the street, but now they are nowhere to be seen." Wang Yongji asked this question, and as soon as he said it,It seems frivolous. Whose master Qingtian counts the women along the street all the way out? This is simply crazy behavior.
But Wang Yongji was also depressed. He couldn't ask openly. The county government had received too few abandoned babies recently. It was obviously not like after the disaster, and it was much less than last year. Abandoning babies was taboo throughout Jiangnan and was not mentioned publicly. So many families are involved. Once the authorities want to take action, first of all, they will have no money to support the children, and secondly, if they want to punish the parents, then everyone will be in danger.
"Ah" the shopkeeper almost thought he heard wrongly, and it took him two seconds to react. After all, where is the character of the county magistrate? Counting heads is counting heads, not just looking at someone's charming young woman.
"Haha, this is simple. The eldest man is busy with official duties, so he may not know it. The first batch of mulberry seedlings was harvested some time ago. It has been more than a month and a half, and the first batch of cicada pupae have also formed cocoons. Yes." The shopkeeper quickly replied with a smile, fearing that others would see that he was almost thinking wrong.
Seeing that Magistrate Wang remained silent and so focused, he continued.
“Now many big families in the city have purchased many looms and invited these women to go to their weaving rooms to weave. In addition, due to busy business, some women who live far away simply go to get raw silk. Go home and weave at home, and then hand it over to the weaver after finishing the work on time.”
“Don’t take it too hard, sir. My ladies are spinning and weaving in the backyard right now. This income is quite rough. It’s much more cost-effective for a man to work as a part-time worker for a day. Which women are still wandering on the street, they are purely prodigal women,” the shopkeeper replied happily. Of course I am happy when I make money.
Not long after, customers began to come in to listen to the storytelling.
“The shopkeeper has made a fortune. I feel energetic when writing my reply today.”
Already Wang Yongji, who asked what he wanted, was about to go to the stall at the door when he suddenly heard a shout from a customer who was about to come in. He wrinkled his face, sighed, and had to hurry up and return to the Yamen.
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