Women's clothing in the Ming Dynasty

The fiery storytelling industry in Beijing has also led to the prosperity of a number of corresponding industries, such as booksellers.

Since the beginning of the Song Dynasty, the economic center of gravity has been difficult to shift, and even the literary style that was prevalent in the south has become more prosperous. Just talking about popular anthologies and scripts, it has to be thrown away by a large margin in the north.Now thanks to the appearance of the "Beijing Weekly", many booksellers have come to the north to reprint.

Speculation around the capital is booming, and students from other places are also eager to see it. However, due to the regulations of the Ming Dynasty, newspapers are only allowed to be run by the state at present, and scholars have no courage to follow suit.But the rule is that dead people are alive. Although newspapers cannot be run, it is always possible to move the discussion offline.

As a result, many students began to organize frequent debates, and everyone spoke freely, having a good time.However, in the ranks of Confucian scholars, there was a mixed bag of good and bad people. Whether there was a reading material like "Jingcheng Weekly" hosting and guiding, the discussion soon changed.At the beginning it was a purely academic discussion. As the number of people increased, some people with limited knowledge came along just to join in the fun and couldn't talk at all.

This group of people got together and began to criticize the government without talking about academics, especially the government and gentry paid by Jiajing before, which really caused them heavy losses in the past two years.If it weren't for the imperial court's order, which greatly increased the salaries of officials, some people simply didn't want to continue taking the imperial examination.

In this way, you say what you say, and people with good intentions contribute to the flames, more and more people criticize the court among the people, and some people even apply what they have learned, and get some paper without letting the newspaper be published, and print it as a big-character poster for circulation.

However, with the lessons learned from the previous student riots, as time went by, Zhu Houcong gradually strengthened his control over power, and the local officials reported the slightest sign of something wrong.

Looking at the memorial presented, Jiajing indifferently asked Manchao Wenwu in the court hall: "My dear friends, now you can do as I said."

All the officials looked at each other, but some ministers still didn't give up, and cried to the emperor: "It's absolutely impossible! In this way, who would dare to speak up, and open up the way to make a prosperous world, I hope the emperor thinks twice!"

Jiajing held the memorial and said coldly: "You said...these words are admonitions? Well, it seems that I still want to be grateful for giving these people an official role. Why don't you step aside, Yushi."

The people below immediately shut up, but Zhao Wenhua couldn't hold back at this time, and he didn't have time to signal his elder brother Yan Song, and shouted directly: "Report to the emperor, according to what I saw, it was Li Jijiu who caused this newspaper disaster , if this thing hadn't played a bad role, the folks wouldn't have caused so much trouble!"

Yan Song's heart sank, and the secret path was broken.Looking around, sure enough, not only the emperor, but even many ministers looked worried.

I think so, "Jingcheng Weekly" is running in a hurry, and famous teachers and scholars from all over the world have contributed articles, and many of them have been published.Besides, those who run the newspapers are all Qingliu from the Hanlin Academy, who are more or less related to the officials of the court. Zhao Wenhua now says that the newspaper is not good, isn't he just picking on their faults!

Sure enough, as soon as this remark came out, many officials stepped forward to refute it, scolding Zhao Wenhua to the brim.Yan Song's head was as big as a bucket, and he quickly defended Zhao Wenhua, trying his best to expose this topic.

During this period, Zhu Houcong did not change his face, and waited for everyone to calm down before making an order.Seeing that the emperor had made up his mind, all the officials had no choice but to obey.

After a few days, all localities received decrees. From now on, "alliances" and political gatherings are strictly prohibited, local people are strictly prohibited from colluding with cliques to call themselves brothers, and scholars are strictly prohibited from public discussion of politics through "big-character posters". Violators will be disqualified , punished according to the law.

After catching a few typical examples to scare chickens and monkeys, this trend stopped.

Li Chengfeng sighed helplessly when he learned of this, he never thought that things would come to this point in the end, isn't this the embryonic form of "literary prison", but fortunately, it was not as serious as the exile of the family in later generations.

Putting this aside, let's just talk about the entertainment section of "Beijing Weekly". Li Chengfeng saw that the story was well received, so he continued to write it. The serialization continued for a while, and it was about to end.Afterwards, he plans to create another article, which will be closed after the sales volume is driven.

One is because the Guozijian has just started on the right track, and he is really exhausted, and the other is that under the guidance of "Jingcheng Weekly", the quantity and quality of novels on the market have made a leap forward.There is an endless stream of daily submissions. Although most of them are follow-up works, there are also some refreshing things.

For example, Li Chengfeng discovered a person whose pen name is Huang Songke. His story is separated from the love affair of Miss Scholar, and he is not a ghost like Li Chengfeng.It tells the story of a rabbit who cultivates to become a spirit, and after being picked up by an old hunter, lives in the world ignorantly.The strange villagers in it are simple and cute, and they have a taste of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio. What's more rare is that this is a warm and healing system that can be accepted by men, women and children. With this blessing, the newspaper must be more popularized.

At this time, the editors of the Hanlin Academy entered the room to report. Because Li Chengfeng had previously withheld Huang Songke's novel, the other party thought that he had lost the selection, so they submitted two more. The stories were different in style, but one was better than the other.All the editors agreed that it could be published, so they sent someone to intercede.

After receiving the handed-in manuscript, Li Chengfeng looked it over carefully, and it was as they said, although there were still some limitations of the ancients, it seemed that Huang Songke was born to eat this bowl of rice.He didn't hide it anymore, and directly sent an invitation to invite this Huang Songke to have a gathering in the restaurant.

After meeting him, Li Chengfeng first asked a few tentative questions, and found that Huang Songke still had a lot of ideas, which could be called a masterpiece, so he gave him a little advice, teaching him how to set up suspense and ambush, so as to attract readers more.Huang Song's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he wished he could go home and change [-] to [-] a day.Li Chengfeng smiled slightly, expressing appreciation, young man, I am very optimistic about you, and the task of coding "Beijing Weekly" will fall on you in the future, work hard!

After successfully handing over the burden to the hot-blooded young man Huang Song, Li Chengfeng felt a burst of relief.Thinking of the recent occasional complaints from the servants at home, it seems that there have been mice infested recently, which made Xijie's housekeeper nervous and cleaned the house.

The restaurant where he met Huang Song was in the outer city, not far from the market.Now that the weather is good and the weather is good, the people in central Beijing are especially affluent. Keeping pets has become a common practice. Every autumn and summer, there will be a special pet market open.There are not only all kinds of cats, dogs, flowers, birds, fish and insects sold, but also cat food and dog food, which can be described as very professional.

Thinking that it was just on the way, Li Chengfeng decided to go there and invite a raccoon slave back to get rid of the rats.

The pet market was crowded with people. It was just after spring at this time, and most of the cubs were only one or two months old. They were immature and cute. Occasionally, they made two tender whirring sounds, which made the little ladies around sigh.Bargaining, laughing, and peddling in the whole bazaar come together to form a vibrant market picture of Daming.

Li Chengfeng was sweating profusely. He already regretted coming here, so he stopped at a stall and planned to take one home.It just so happens that this store is relatively large, and there are many types of cats and dogs, and it seems that it is specialized in breeding.

The boss saw that Li Chengfeng was well-dressed, so he went up and recommended: "Guest officer, take a look, this is a cat born in England, a small overseas country, and they traveled across the ocean to Daming. Our family has the whole market!" As he spoke, he handed over the kitten in his hand.

Li Chengfeng froze for a moment, took the kitten and looked at it carefully.Indeed, it looks a bit like a modern British short, with a white and yellow body rather chubby, stubby limbs, a big head and a round face, but the color of the coat should be mixed with some other blood.

The cat is also very good at acting like a baby. It washed its face with its paws in Li Chengfeng's hands, and let out a soft sound: "Meow——"

The boss saw the needles and said: "How about it, guest officer, this is a famous cat, and now you can take it home with only 20 taels of silver. If you miss this village, you won't have this shop."

Li Chengfeng was speechless secretly, 20 taels!Even if silver is cheap and copper is expensive nowadays, these 20 taels are enough for a family to live for a year. This is a real rich cat!

"Shopkeeper, I want to invite you to go back to hunt mice. Can this cat do it?" Li Chengfeng hesitated.

The boss rolled his eyes, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, this cat is famous for catching mice in England! Guaranteed to eat up all the mice in your house!"

Just as Li Chengfeng was about to continue asking, someone behind him suddenly said: "A cat's ability to catch mice has nothing to do with its breed. If you are going to catch mice, you should find a civet cat with a strong body."

Without turning his head, Li Chengfeng could recognize who the speaker was, and said in shock, "My lord! Why are you here!"

Could it be Jiajing, who was dressed in commoner attire and was tall and tall. Those who didn't know it thought it was someone's son, Huang Jin followed behind him with a smile.

Zhu Houcong had no expression on his face, stepped forward to fiddle with the kitten, and then said seriously: "This cat's paws and legs are not big, and it is quite fat. It is so close to people. It is estimated that it has been kept in the back room since birth. It’s not like being able to catch mice, you’d better change one.”

Li Chengfeng looked at Huang Jin inquiringly, and the other party smiled wryly: "The cat raised in the house just happens to be sick, the master is happy today, and plans to come here and get two toys for it in person."

"..." Li Chengfeng had heard about Jiajing being a cat slave.As early as in Prince Xing's Mansion, there were rumors that the prince liked some cute animals.However, at that time Zhu Houcong was still a middle school child, and felt that liking animals was not in line with his manly status, so he kept holding back.Since the throne was stabilized, he integrated the rare and exotic beasts in the leopard house before, secretly wondering if he paid for the restoration of the elephant garden and other places, whether he went around to heal his soul.

As early as several decades ago, Zhu Zhanji, Emperor Xuanzong of the Ming Dynasty, liked cricket fighting very much, and collected crickets from the people extensively.Compared with the two of them, the emperor's little hobby is still within the tolerable range, and the courtiers don't talk too much.

Since the palace change a few years ago, it may also be due to the emptiness in his heart, Zhu Houcong's love for cats has become more and more serious.After the courtship, I often love to play with cats, hug cats when I have nothing to do, and set up a special organization for cats, so that people can serve their cats specially.And give the cats official titles, the male cat is called Xiaosi, the female cat is called Yatou, the neutered cat is called Daddy, and the good cat becomes the steward.

Among them, his favorite cat is a snow-white long-haired lion cat named "Shuangmei".The cat followed the emperor all day like a servant.Once upon a time, there were even rumors among the people that the reason why Jiajing's harem was empty was because this Shuangmei was actually a cat demon, who could turn into a girl at night to have a romantic relationship with the emperor.

The story is so beautiful that the world ignores the fact that Shuangmei is a male cat.

Li Chengfeng also knew that this was an expert, so he planned to put down the kitten and exchange for another.Who would have thought that the cat seemed to know what he was thinking, hooking his palm with its small tail, and kept rubbing its head down.After being softened, Li Chengfeng obediently paid the bill.Fortunately, the boss saw that he was straightforward, so he bought a civet cat and got one free, which was not in vain.

Zhu Houcong just stood behind him silently like this, and after everything was over, the two of them looked at each other speechlessly, and Li Chengfeng asked the iconic Beijing greeting in a strange way: "Have you eaten yet? "

Just after asking, I wanted to slap myself twice, what a mess!Unexpectedly, Zhu Houcong glanced at him, then shook his head slowly: "Not yet, I plan to have a bite outside, Master Li, do you have any recommendations?"

"Um... there is a newly opened restaurant not far away. I heard that the fish there is extremely delicious. Why don't you go there for dinner?" replied cautiously.

Jiajing nodded, and asked Huang Jin to send the things in Li Chengfeng's hands to the Earl's Mansion first, instead of going to the restaurant first.Huang Jinben was a little hesitant, but considering that the distance was not far away, it probably wouldn't be long, and Mr. Li was very skilled in martial arts, so nothing would happen, so he did.

Li Chengfeng took the emperor to find the place he mentioned, the restaurant was indeed elegantly furnished, and even the waiter was handsome, no wonder the business was so booming.The two specially asked for a private room and waited for the food to be served.

After doing it for a while, Li Chengfeng felt that his eyelids were heavy. At first he thought it was because he was too tired recently, the doors and windows in the house were closed and the incense was burning, and it was too hot. Suddenly he felt something was wrong. Why is the surrounding so quiet?Looking at Jiajing beside him, I don't know when his eyes were closed tightly. Just about to stand up and break the door, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body, and then fell to the ground unconscious.

……

Li Chengfeng was woken up by someone pushing him, and he was a little dazed at first, but he suddenly came to his senses and struggled to get up quickly.I saw myself in a dark room, my hands and feet were tightly bound, my whole body was limp and weak, and I had a splitting headache.

"woke up?"

Looking back, Zhu Houcong was by his side, giving him the same treatment as himself, "Don't move, you've been in a coma for a day and a night, and those people took into account your martial arts skills, so they gave you a large dose of drugs."

Li Chengfeng was horrified in his heart. Who was so bold as to tie up the emperor? Seeing that there was no one around, he whispered: "Your Majesty, don't panic. Since they didn't make an assassination attempt, it means there is still room for maneuver. When the time comes, look at the minister's eyes." act!"

"no……"

"Don't worry, it's only one day and one night, and it's not too far away from the capital, I will definitely help His Majesty escape!"

"I……"

Li Chengfeng didn't wait for the emperor to speak, and continued to comfort him with thoughts.

At this time the door was pushed open suddenly, a man strolled in, saw Li Chengfeng smiled and said: "Master Jijiu, we have finally met again, it is worthwhile to try my best to get close to you."

Li Chengfeng: "..." He turned to look at Zhu Houcong, and there was helplessness in his eyes.

Li Chengfeng wanted to give himself a stick at this time, and he even got the emperor tied up!

The author has something to say: Jiajing can be said to be a pure cat slave

According to historical records, his cat food is very good, and he has never stopped eating small dried fish and fresh meat.The food standards of these cats were also recorded in the history books: "Keeping twelve cats, feeding pork four catties and seven taels a day, and a liver."This was much better than what most people ate at that time.

The favorite frost eyebrow died, and Emperor Jiajing was very sad, and ordered the officials of various ministries to write sacrificial rites for the beloved cat.Yuan Weimiao, the minister of the Ministry of Rituals, wrote a sentence of "turning a lion into a dragon", which won the meaning of Emperor Jiajing. Because of this, Yuan Wei enjoyed the official fortune, was promoted to a noble, and finally entered the cabinet...