The rise of the poor

Chapter 563
Coming out of the old lady's yard, Zhu Ping'an just remembered that he forgot to mention to the old lady about moving out of the Hou's mansion.

Forget it, it won't be too late to mention it to the old lady when Li Shu comes back to discuss it.Now, during this period of time, I can just look for a place to live, inquire about the housing prices in the capital, and see if I should buy a small courtyard or rent a small courtyard.

The housing prices in Ming Dynasty are not as outrageous as modern ones. In my impression, the housing prices recorded in the Ming Dynasty in history seem to be relatively low. There seems to be a record that Fu Shangzhi, a resident of Zhengyangmen Street in Beijing, sold a house in the 13th year of Chongzhen. The house was a courtyard house with a south house. Two rooms, one wing room, and two rooms in the north, as well as a courtyard, were sold for a total of 33 taels of silver.That is to say, after 100 years, the house price in the capital can buy a courtyard house with dozens of taels of silver.In addition, "Jin Ping Mei" also has a record about real estate, in which Ximen Qing bought a four-story building with two front rooms, and it only cost 120 taels of silver.

Even if there are discrepancies between the two records and the reality, at least the house prices in the Ming Dynasty were much cheaper than the modern house prices.

Take your time, take your time.

After returning to Tingyuxuan, Zhu Pingan took the money bag and put it in his sleeve, divided the pickled cucumbers made by his mother from Xiahe Village into two small jars, and put the two pickled cucumbers that he was not willing to eat on the road. The smoked rabbit is also equally divided into two gifts to bring.

Zhu Pingan told the old lady on duty that he was going out to visit friends, so he would not bother the mansion to prepare meals for him today, and then he left the Hou mansion with his things.

From the concierge's words when he entered the door, it can be heard that Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen had already returned during the time he went home, and they even came to Huaihou Mansion to find him.

Therefore, Zhu Ping'an went out this time to find the two of them to get together, and bring them some specialties from home by the way.Now the [-]-day long vacation for visiting relatives of the newly promoted Jinshi has not yet ended, and the two of them don't have to go to work when they come to the capital.

Since you don't go to work, go directly to their residence, and you can find them in all likelihood.

The capital city is very large, and there is a distance from Linhuaihou's Mansion to the residence of the two of them. Walking is too slow, and they have to ride horses.The steed that came here ran from Xiahe Village to the capital, and it was time for a rest, so this time I rode a Shamat dark horse.

Shamat's black horse is much fatter than when he left, and the saddle has been loosened by two buckles compared to usual. According to the boy who waited on the stables, during the time of leaving, this fat horse is not only greedy and dishonest, but he is also greedy and dishonest when he gets a chance. He hooked up with mares everywhere, and even made Master Zhou's most beloved snow-shoeing BMW pregnant... Master Zhou was furious. If it wasn't for his sake, Master Zhou would have slaughtered it and ate it.

I didn't expect you to be such a horse, should you be eunuched? Zhu Pingan took a malicious look at Shamat's dark horse. Shamat's dark horse seemed to realize something. In short, he was very obedient along the way, lest he would offend his master Make yourself a useless horse.

With a fat horse and light fur, he left the Hou's mansion and headed east all the way.

The courtyard where Wang Shizhen lived was closer to the Marquis of Linhuai. Zhu Pingan went to visit his residence first. After arriving at the courtyard where Wang Shizhen lived, the guard servant told Zhu Pingan that Wang Shizhen had gone to visit a friend.

That probably went to Zhang Siwei's, so Zhu Ping'an then went to Zhang Siwei's residence.

Zhang Siwei's residence was much larger than Wang Shizhen's residence, and not much smaller than Linhuaihou's Mansion. The Zhang family, who came from a family of salt merchants, was not short of money. This should be a mansion of the Zhang family in the capital.

I heard from Zhang Siwei that there is also a martial arts training ground in this mansion. Shanxi merchants have a tradition of letting their family members exercise their bodies. Generally, large families will prepare a martial arts training ground, and this mansion of the Zhang family in the capital is no exception.

Zhang Siwei is good at talking about military affairs. In addition to being greatly influenced by his uncle Wang Chonggu, he probably has something to do with the tradition of Shanxi merchants.

Zhu Pingan came from modern times. He has read too many military magazines and visited various military forums. He can be regarded as a senior military enthusiast. In his spare time, he and Zhang Siwei talked a lot about military affairs. Zhang Siwei's various assertions, and then several debates, can amaze Zhang Siwei.

Wang Shizhen was not interested in military affairs, and whenever Zhu Ping'an and Zhang Siwei debated, Wang Shizhen always sneered.

Arriving at Zhang Siwei's mansion, Zhu Ping'an spread the word, and within a moment, Zhang Siwei came out wearing a long gown with a big smile, "Hahaha, Zihou, you're back."

"Brother Ziwei, you are safe and sound." Zhu Pingan smiled and cupped his hands.

"Come on, let's go, come and have a drink for the brother's house, let's talk about the wine."

Zhang Siwei shook his head and smiled, and walked into the mansion together with Zhu Ping'an's shoulders, and then ordered his servants to warm wine and prepare tea, and set up a banquet in the study room.

Through chatting with Zhang Siwei, I found out that Wang Shizhen was not with Zhang Siwei. Li Panlong, head of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, presided over a poetry reception this morning, and invited Zongchen, Xu Zhongxing, Liang Youyu and others to participate. Wang Shizhen also went to the meeting.Zhang Siwei had just been exercising his muscles and bones in the martial arts training ground, and he heard that Zhu Ping'an had come, so he came out with his clothes on before he had time to get dressed.

"Why didn't Ziwei go with Wen Sheng?" Zhu Ping'an asked curiously.

"Master Li pays attention to the Qin and Han Dynasties in literature, and the Han and Tang Dynasties in poetry... I can't pee with them." Zhang Siwei shook his head and laughed.

"Well, I used to chat with Wen Sheng and knew that Wen Sheng has always advocated the revival of literature, but it coincides with Mr. Li." Zhu Pingan nodded.

"Wen Sheng and I got off the relationship with the Ministry of Punishment and asked about your memorial. We also had a relationship with Mr. Li in the middle. As for Wen Sheng getting to know Mr. Li, it was a mistake." Zhang Siwei explained.

"So it's because of me, Ping'an is ashamed, a memorial made Ziwei and Wensheng bother." Only then did Zhu Pingan understand the reason why Wang Shizhen and Li Panlong were close, and was very moved by Wang Shizhen and Zhang Siwei for a while.

Zhu Ping'an also knew about Li Panlong. He had a close relationship with Wang Shizhen in history. Li Panlong was a Jinshi in the 23rd year of Jiajing, seven years earlier than himself and others.In history, Li Panlong wrote editorial poems with Xie Zhen, Wang Shizhen, Zongchen, Xu Zhongxing, Liang Youyu, Wu Guolun and others. He was one of the leaders of the "Later Seven Sons" of literature in the Ming Dynasty with Wang Shizhen, and was known as the "Master of Zonggong". .

Wang Shizhen originally went to the Ministry of Justice for her own memorial, but she did not expect to meet Li Panlong by mistake. The wheel of history is rolling forward, and it is hard to change.Come to think of it, the "last seven sons" are about to be on the agenda.

"The three of you and I don't care about each other. How can Wen Sheng and I sit idly by if you have something to do." Zhang Siwei shook his head with a smile, then looked at Zhu Ping'an seriously and said, "Zihou, you know, you That memorial has stirred up the lake in the capital."

(End of this chapter)