Obviously, the end of Confucianism does not seem to be an important matter in terms of helping people in reality.
Wang Yongji calmed down and sat in the bumpy carriage. Once you get used to the ups and downs of fun, you no longer have to be afraid of looking forward and backward.
Just when Wang Yongji was in a good mood, a carriage from an unknown young master came speeding across from him. The driver of Wang Yongji was so frightened that he immediately reined in the reins. If Wang Yongji hadn’t been practicing Tai Chi recently, , holding the door with both hands, he had already rolled to the ground with the coachman.
It’s better now, and my good mood is gone.
"Whose son dares to ride a horse in the street?" Wang Yongji originally wanted to scold him for bumping into pedestrians, but it was almost ten o'clock in the evening, and there were no serious people on the road except for the scattered people who were not doing their jobs. pedestrian.
"Keep your voice down, sir. Opposite is the Zhao family's carriage. If you are scolded like this, it won't be worth it." The carriage driver noticed that there was an honest scholar in the carriage, even though he was still lying on the bed. On the ground, he couldn't care less and spoke to remind him first. Then he got up and dusted himself off.
"Which Zhao family?" Wang Yongji knew which Zhao family it was the moment he said it. In Hangzhou now, apart from the Zhao Zhenshan family, there is also someone who dares to call themselves Zhao family. Even if someone else's surname is Zhao, they have to say first that they are not that Zhao, for fear of causing misunderstanding.
"Why do you care so much? Fortunately, the young master is gone. At this time, it is said that the midnight theater troupe in the old city is about to start. I am in a hurry, otherwise you, a scholar, are afraid It's hard to get better." The coachman's feet hurt from the fall and he couldn't bear the strength. He climbed twice and failed to climb onto the carriage.
Wang Yongji reached out and gave him a hand before getting on the carriage.
"You are an interesting scholar. Many people are unwilling to help us when they see us falling. You are still willing to help us. It seems that you are not young yet and you have such a big heart. You are a good scholar." "The coachman praised Wang Yongji, adjusted the reins and continued to set off.
The two became familiar with each other and started talking.
After the coachman’s explanation, Wang Yongji realized that the secret street in the old city where Gao Hanwen had been rescued had now been transformed into a midnight theater troupe. It’s said to be something from midnight, so it can’t be official.
This coachman only took people in three times. Once he arrived late, the theater troupe inside had already started. Even when he was parking at the street corner, he could faintly hear the cries of some men and women. .
This is called a theater troupe, and it’s easy to tell what the show is about.
"So, these are all slaves from Nanyang and Tianzhu" Wang Yongji asked further.
Although the coachman just said that there were many extra slaves being pressed and tied with ropes in the middle of the night, he still couldn't help but ask.
“Well, those people didn’t speak, how could you tell whether they were all citizens of the Ming Dynasty? Maybe there is a shortage of people, maybe we can bring in a few to make up the number. But in general, most of them should be "He's a foreigner"
The coachman began to talk about what he had heard.Various games.
It is said that there is a game called Beauty and the Beast.
There is a slave standing in the middle, with three buttons in front of him. One button controls the tiger gate on one side, one controls the beauty gate on the other side, and one button is empty.
The spectators outside bet on beauty, beast and space accordingly. Of course, the dealer draws 1 each round. It seems quite conscientious.
For the slaves inside, if they hit the tiger, they were waiting for the fate of being eaten in public. If you hit a beautiful woman, you will have to make a splash in the field. If you hit a space, you can get five taels of silver.
A slave must choose twice in a row on the same day without dying before he can end. If he chooses the empty one twice in a row, he will be a lucky slave, and he will immediately receive ten taels of silver, plus the status of a good citizen applied for free by the troupe.
Blah blah blah, the coachman kept talking about all kinds of interesting and strange things about the upper class. There was obviously a rickshaw driver opposite, and he was as well groomed as the whole of Hangzhou.
Wang Yongji frowned as he listened. It seemed that Zou Yinglong’s previous reminder that the desire to release new learning might lead to destruction was not unfounded. Perhaps it is something that I, the old Hangzhou, have overlooked. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft