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Because there were not many things, Zhu Ping'an quickly packed up his things, and it was still early, so he sat at the table again and wrote down the Yitian Tuyu while practicing calligraphy, which he could use when he went home and borrowed books.

After noon, it snowed again outside the window, clumps and clusters, like catkins flying all over the sky.

Perhaps he was aroused by the snowflakes outside the window, or maybe he had a leisurely mood in the middle of the day, Zhu Ping'an packed up the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, put on the rabbit fur coat, and prepared to go downstairs to visit the city of Nanjing after the snow.

Many students in the lobby surrounded Zhu Shiming, who had just been lifted, and set up two tables, with big fish and meat filling the table, and two small stoves next to them warming two pots of intoxicating wine

"Brother Zhu Xian, come and drink together." That Zhu Shiming saw Zhu Ping'an coming downstairs from a distance, and got up and invited.

"Two people at one table will also be a good story in the future." Everyone else also got up and invited Zhu Ping'an to sit at the table, and after the morning list to catch his son-in-law, these people had more awe of Zhu Ping'an.

The people who are favored by the three major members are not easy to do.

Zhu Ping'an thanked them for their kindness, excused himself, and left the inn and wandered around Yingtian City aimlessly. I have been busy with the imperial examination before, and I haven't looked carefully at this ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, which is drunk and gold-obsessed, and I want to take a good look at it when I have time today.

The street outside is already a world covered in silver, the snow should be on the day, the business of the restaurant tea shop on both sides of the street is very hot, you can smell the aroma of vegetables and wine on the street, from time to time you can see the scene of "green ant new brew wine, red clay small stove", and the restaurant with a better scale can also see the dancing singer

After walking along the bank of the Qinhuai River for a while, Zhu Ping'an turned around and walked along another street that he had never walked before.

This street is not much less noisy than the two sides of the Qinhuai River, it seems to be more than that, this street control is more relaxed than the political concentration area of the Qinhuai Confucius Temple, and the vendors are more active, and there are also many children in the general corner chasing and playing on the street, which is very life-like.

Noisy and hot eateries. Zhu Ping'an, who was infected, also bought a potsticker wrapped in thick paper, and enjoyed the snow scene of Yingtian while eating.

The skin is crispy and not greasy, and the filling is delicious and juicy.

On a snowy day, eating hot potstickers. Extraordinarily delicious.

Zigu ~ ton

Just as Zhu Ping'an was eating and strolling, he heard an unusually striking sound of swallowing saliva.

Zhu Ping'an paused, followed the prestige, and saw that at the entrance of the alley where this street was connected, two five or six-year-old children were leaning against the wall and looking at him timidly. Scared and longing, he was still wearing broken shoes with exposed toes on a heavy snowy day, which seemed to be very ill-fitting, and his crumpled clothes were still patched.

The two children couldn't tell the difference between men and women, they were thin, but their eyes were big, staring directly at the potstickers in their hands.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Ping'an was a little shocked.

Since he wore it to the Ming Dynasty, although he was poor in a small mountain village, every family could still get by. Reading and researching to the point of forgetting the existence of these dark sides,

"Come, brother, please eat." Zhu Ping'an squatted down and handed the potstickers in his hands to the two children.

The two children looked at each other and did not dare to move.

"Brother is not a bad person, come, take it." Zhu Ping'an smiled gently, and once again handed the potsticker wrapped in his hand to one of the older children.

In the end, the two children still couldn't hold back the hot potstickers, and the older child timidly reached out to take it. Seeing that Zhu Ping'an really gave it to himself, a pair of big eyes lit up.

"Give it to your mother."

After the two children took the potstickers given by Zhu Ping'an, they just swallowed two more mouthfuls of saliva, and then determined the ownership of the potstickers without dispute.

"Big brother went to my house to drink water."

Because of a potsticker. The two children completely classified Zhu Ping'an into the ranks of good people, and invited Zhu Ping'an to drink water at home as a guest while being happy. The two children flashed their eyes, looking forward to it, as if they were afraid that Zhu Ping'an would refuse.

I followed the two children into the alley, which is a deep alley, as if two connected two worlds.

The alleys are strangely winding. The two children eventually led Zhu Ping'an into another alley, where a mottled signboard hung with the words "Nursing Home". Inside the alley is a large area of simple housing, low and narrow, whether it can shelter from the wind and snow is not clear, and the alley is also dirty and messy.

The two children led Zhu Ping'an into one of the narrow and cramped courtyards, where a thin and sick woman was washing clothes, her body was covered with wind and snow, and her fingers were frozen and cracked, red and swollen.

"The big five and the little five are back, cough cough, when my mother finishes washing these clothes, I will boil water for you to drink, and when your father comes back at night, there will be food."

The woman's voice was weak, as if she was not lightly ill.

"Mother, give it to you." The older child took the potsticker wrapped in his hand and handed it to the woman who was washing the clothes as if he were offering a treasure.

"Big five, you, you stole other people's things, cough cough cough" The woman was not happy and angry when she saw this, and she coughed angrily.

"There is no mother, it was given by this big brother." The child said aggrievedly.

Then at this time, the woman saw Zhu Ping'an who walked into the yard, took the two children into her arms with some vigilance, took the potstickers in the hands of the older children, put them on the wooden board on the side, and then pulled the two children to hide in the house.

"Childe, please come back with your things, my man is not here, my family does not sell children, nothing is sold"

The woman's sickly voice came out of the room.

"Mother, big brother is not a bad person." The two children also came out, and then they were stopped by the woman.

Zhu Ping'an looked at himself, and then reacted, men and women were on guard

Looking at the closed door, Zhu Ping'an knew that he was still leaving obediently at the moment, it was a mistake to say a word more, and it was a mistake to stay for a minute longer.

After thinking about it, Zhu Ping'an took out all the money he was carrying, put it next to the potstickers, arched his hand slightly, said a word, and left.

"Excuse me."

After Zhu Ping'an said this, he left the courtyard and continued to walk in along the alley.

In this alley, Zhu Ping'an witnessed the many holes and sores under the glamorous appearance of the Ming Empire

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road

For some people, the snowy weather brings disaster rather than beauty. While the rich and noble, the officials, and even themselves feasted and drank while enjoying the snow, the poor died of cold and starvation on the streets, and some did not even have money for medical treatment, which was really chilling.

Chatting with an old man with white hair at the foot of the alley, Zhu Ping'an understood why these people fell to this step in the Ming Dynasty, where the tax was very low: they didn't have land, why didn't they have land, because land annexation and taxation were too heavy, and the agricultural tax in the Ming Dynasty was very low but the forced labor was very heavy; No matter what the reason, in short, they lost their land, and a peasant who had no land had no income, and if he had no income, he had to eat, so he began to sell his property and so on, and then he became a homeless person, and when he could not satisfy his hunger by eating bark and leaves, he had to sell his wife and children

In this unusually cold winter, they lived a really hard life, they didn't have enough food and clothing, and they had no money to see if they were sick

Zhu Ping'an, a young man in the Ming Dynasty, walked in this alley with heavy steps, watching the hungry and dying homeless people struggling to survive in this alley, looking at their begging and helpless eyes.

Drinking and appreciating the snow on the bank of the Qinhuai River, the alley was cold and hungry, and a certain teenager walked out of the alley with heavy steps, firming his gaze. To be continued.

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