Daming Yinghua

Chapter 187

The concierge of the Jiang family is an old servant for many years, and Mr. Jiang treats him well.Now this half-destroyed haunted house has no one to take over, and the loyal old servant is still guarding it conscientiously.

The old servant saw that Zheng Haizhu, Yonghai, and Xu Yilong were all dusty but sincere, and heard that Zheng Haizhu claimed that he was instructed by an eminent monk from the south, and he came to the door to watch the piano, so he didn't have any indifference and rejection, and talked to the guests Come.

Mr. Jiang is not one of the richest people in the Lianghuai salt merchants, but because he doesn't like gardening and raising noodles, his savings are quite considerable.Brothers-in-law, wife and children are all in their hometown. There is only this small house in Yangzhou. The concubine who bought it in Nanjing and accompanied him for many years takes care of Mr. Jiang's daily life.This concubine plays the qin very well, and Mr. Jiang also loves to listen to the qin, so he bought "Songshi Jianyi" with a huge sum of money. I don't want to think that within two years, both people and the qin will suffer from such a calamity.

The old servant finally lamented: "Last year, someone from my hometown came to take care of the funeral, and the salt merchants in the Tongxiang Hall said when they expressed their condolences, the piano was used by Wenquxing in the sky, and it fell into the hands of our businessmen. Take Qin back to the sky, and don't care if Lei Huo killed my master."

Zheng Haizhu said a few words of comfort on the spot, and saw that the main house in the backyard had been burned down to the half-foot-high wooden pile, which could be seen clearly, so he took Yong Hai and others to leave.

Back in Songjiang, Wang Yuesheng and Zheng Haizhufu met each other, and they talked earnestly about the business of the firearms factory and the school. They were pleasantly surprised that the Zhang family had money to invest, and they looked competent.

When Yonghai was introduced by Zheng Haizhu, Wang Yuesheng first heard that the Japanese monk had played an overseas song signed by Shao Shengnian, and the slight disdain on his expression was fleeting, implying that it was probably a fake.Then I heard that the new owner of my Songshijianyi encountered a natural disaster, and the qin was also burned. The Yuesheng girl who was always as calm as orchid seemed to have been struck by lightning. Mr. Qin, there is no such thing in the world, I would rather be stolen by thieves", which made the Japanese monk Yonghai, a fan of Su Shi, sigh.

Zheng Haizhu looked at Wang Yuesheng's reaction at the time, and it was not a flaw. How could he have imagined that Liu Xiang, a maritime merchant, had a different origin and could act as a whistleblower.

A few days later, she went to ask Huang Zunsu again, but she still remembered that there were traces of repairs on the corners of the crown of "The Meaning of Songshi". Because when she was on Penghu Island, she was translated by Yan Siqi, and Yonghai mentioned that she had seen Teacher Mingren play it. The piano, the head of the piano has just been knocked off a corner.

Miao Ruiyun said with a satisfied smile: "You are so smart, how can I not worry about it. Zheng girl, she used to do her best to support women, and you are making good use of this convenience. The large ships entering Shanghai County are getting more and more. A lot."

Wang Yuesheng nodded.

Gu Mansion, outside the Buddhist hall in the depths of Luxiang Garden, at the end of noon, the brightest sunlight of the day shines on the Hunan-colored silk base specially used by Gu Embroidery.

"Yuesheng, Madam knows that you are as hard-boned as Fang Xueshi, but kind-hearted. The salt merchant and concubine fell in love with Song Shi, and asked to leave without paying back the price. You feel a little bit of sympathy for them. Love, pity that they have become unjust ghosts for nothing, right?"

Miao Ruiyun stared at the raging fire in the embroidery, and murmured: "I never expected that the Danqing craftsman among the Hongyi people would not be frightened when the two armies were fighting each other. Soldiers, all of them have been painted. Yuesheng, look at our historians, and what they record are all things that confuse black and white."

Miao Ruiyun sighed: "Your mind is a scholar's heart and a Buddha's spirit. But what we want to keep in our chests now is ambition and a decisive spirit. At the beginning, the Lord's righteousness and stagnation suddenly appeared. After Chuan Guo Yuxi smashed the corner of the piano, he went to the beach and met the monk from the Wa Kingdom, and the monk remembered that the corner of the piano was missing. Although the piano seemed to be repaired in good condition, the concubine of the salt merchant played it for more than two years. What did you notice? Even if you didn’t notice, Zheng girl brought the monk to visit the door, and those who know the piano will always find that the gray tire and paint are not right. Therefore, neither the person nor the piano can be kept. Yuesheng, Madam, if you don’t That Huang Zunsu hasn't stroked the piano a few times, so he doesn't know about this section, otherwise, Ah Tai won't be able to keep his life."

Zheng Haizhu had to temporarily put aside his doubts.

Miao Ruiyun stopped the needle, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Don't say, I really didn't like the Hongyi watercolor paintings brought back by Zheng girl from Fujian at first, but I can't do without these after a field embroidery. It's time to draw."

Wang Yuesheng felt a familiar sense of creepiness flashing and disappearing.

From autumn to spring, Miao Ruiyun was in Luxiang Garden and Han Ximeng was in Wenzhe Garden. The embroidery work of both of them was coming to an end.

"It should have faded away. When it was time to use me, she used it as usual. But," Wang Yuesheng paused, and said with hesitation, "It's just that Yuesheng helped that Japanese monk to play the piano recently. He looked like he was satisfied, and had several nightmares."

Hearing this, Miao Ruiyun's expression became more gentle and kind, as if it was more comforting than the warm spring sun.

Zheng Haizhu nodded: "Go, Auntie's map of Fujian sea war against barbarians, without your piano sound, I'm afraid it won't be able to end."

In the past half a year, Wang Yuesheng, as always, has been working hard at teaching in the school, in the workshop, and in the management of the firearms factory.

Huang Zunsu denied it after recalling it carefully.

Gu Embroidery was originally born out of Danqing's style, and the Luowan naval battle was a battle of gunboats that was far more intense than the previous anti-Japanese naval battle. Naturally, Miao Ruiyun and Han Ximeng were tempted by the novelty, and immediately decided to create this work according to their own ideas. Embroidery with magnificent themes.

There are two wooden shelves on the embroidered edge, one holds the paintings of Han Ximeng and Gu Shouqian, which are the warships under Yan Siqi's command recorded by the couple when they traveled to Taiwan; the other hangs the paintings in sketch style. Western watercolor paintings record the scene of the sea battle at Liaoluo Bay in the Ming Dynasty, the artillery attack of the Dutch Galen ship, and the encirclement and suppression by the fireboats of the Fujian Navy of the Ming army, vividly on the paper.

Wang Yuesheng respectfully said: "It also requires Auntie's eyes and divine skills to remove the rough and extract the essence, and turn this messy painting into a magnificent and exquisite embroidery on silk."

"By the way, Yuesheng, almost half a year has passed, and Miss Zheng hasn't bothered about that piano anymore, has she?"

After Wang Yuesheng finished the salute, his eyes wandered between the paintings on the wooden frame and the embroidery traces under Miao Ruiyun's needle.

The corners of her mouth curled up hard.

At this moment, Wang Yuesheng looked at the time, picked up his qin, and said to Zheng Haizhu: "Miss Zheng, I'm going to Mrs. Miao."

……

Miao Ruiyun's raised eyes were full of pity and pity.

Zheng Haizhu was surprised to find that among the Dutch captives in Kinmen, there were actually two painters who faithfully recorded the naval battle like the war photographers of later generations.Zheng Haizhu asked two painters to make a copy, brought it back to Songjiang, and showed it to Miao Ruiyun and Han Ximeng.

Sitting in front of the embroidery frame, Miao Ruiyun has just finished rolling the outline of the reef and the flames of the golden embroidery, and is about to start using net embroidery to represent the warships of the Ming army.

Wang Yuesheng bowed his head and whispered: "Those who don't want to write against their will will kill their family and family, and the sporadic blood that escaped from death will have to struggle in the lower ranks. From now on, there will be a gap between decent and decent."

Zhuxiang, Miao Ruiyun's maid, led Wang Yuesheng in from the front yard.

"Auntie, Yuesheng understands. Miss Zheng is suspicious, and Yuesheng must not be kicked out of the firearms factory by her. Don't worry, Mrs. Zheng asked me to count twenty matchlock guns out of the warehouse a while ago and send them to Fujian On the navy’s side, the ship that took Eunuch Liu’s Weaving Bureau to Yuegang. Miss Zheng told me that I should be responsible for the verification and write-off of Master Sun and Master Li.”

A few days later, at Wusongkou, Shanghai County, Songjiang Prefecture, the first cargo ship from Dengzhou slowly entered the port after the Liaohai Sea thawed out this year, and was scheduled among a large number of ships from Zhejiang.

"Eldest son! Master Zheng!"

Shouting loudly, Xu San walked quickly across the gangway of the firewood boat, boarded the trestle, and headed straight for Mao Chengbei and Zheng Haizhu.

Behind him is Zheng Haizhu's intelligence chief, Wu Bangde.

(End of this chapter)