Daming Yinghua

"Is sister Aya at home?"

Before the smoke cleared in the early morning, when the hoarders were weeding and composting in their fields one after another, Ashan, a carpenter, was asking loudly outside the fence.

Aya came out with the baby in her arms and opened the door, she let Ashan into the yard with a smile.

The three-and-two hoarders in the past, as well as the neighbors living nearby, naturally saw it.

They suddenly realized that they were smart.

No wonder there were girls from Chongming who came to see the theater and juggling before, but Ah Shan was not seen. It stands to reason that this young bachelor should not be so indifferent. Could it be that he should keep his dead daughter-in-law's chastity?
In the past few days, everyone finally got a clue. It turns out that this kid is very smart, and he has taken a fancy to Mrs. Zheng's subordinates.

Although this Aya was young, she was able to bring a boatload of people to Chongming Island and healed the rotten hooves of several mules and horses. Madam Zheng and Steward Wu did not speak to her like they would to servants. tone.

Thinking about it, Ah Shan is skilled and smart, if he is a little bit taller and married to the little widow A Ya, it will be easier to be valued by Mrs. Zheng.

Ah Shan calmly pushed Chaimen lightly, cutting off the meaningful gazes of fellow villagers. When he turned around, he was already smiling and greeted: "Little Doubao, come and see for fun."

Xiaodoubao is Aya's daughter, over two years old.The girl was born early, and Xiaodoubao has been running around with her mother since she was a baby. She has a good sense of security and knowledge. At this young age, she is already quite familiar with dealing with adults.

She took a look at her mother's face, then stepped forward resolutely, happily dragged the wooden pony with wooden wheels, ran a few steps, then turned back to Ah Shan, and picked up a small horse from the hollow frame on the horse's back. Making wooden traps one by one, the voice asked Ah Shan sweetly: "Uncle, what are these? How do you play?"

Ah Shan squatted down, grabbed the four curved wooden crutches, aligned the tenons, and after a few snaps, a perfect circle was formed. When it slipped to the ground, the wooden circle rolled up, and Doubao quickly chased after it, giggling. happy.

Aya said softly, "These tenons are so interesting."

Ah Shan raised his eyes and looked at her: "That's right, the patriarch Lu Ban gave us food, carpentry has been handed down for 2000 years, and now in our Ming Dynasty, there are dozens of types of mortise and tenon joints alone, and there is nothing that can't be done. In two years, if I bring out apprentices, we can connect master and apprentice with tenons, build a bridge on the small river outside, and keep it for a hundred years without collapsing."

Aya's face stretched, but her mind was in a state of highly accepting information.She was memorizing every word of Ah Shan, and then quickly made a preliminary judgment, looking for doubts.

Zheng Haizhu sent her a mission to investigate Ah Shan, and helped her get started.A few days ago, Zheng Haizhu and Ah Shan chatted casually, Xiaodoubao was regarded as her daughter-in-law, and asked Ah Shan to make some wooden toys for her to make the children happy, which was better than those rigid and fragile clay dolls in the county town .

In the name of gratitude, Aya sent a few meals to Ah Shan, took the opportunity to chat, and asked a lot of questions with the natural curiosity and compassion of a woman.

According to Ms. Zheng, if Ah Shan made up his source, then he might give different details about the same question to different people at different times.

But after chatting a few times, Aya wrote down the answer, and when she went to report to Miss Zheng, she saw a slightly disappointed look in Miss Zheng's eyes.

Obviously, there is no inconsistency in Ah Shan's rhetoric.

At this moment, Aya entered the room and brought out tea, handed it to Ashan, and sat down to watch the man demonstrate how to connect the mortise and tenon to the doll.

In this pleasant atmosphere under the sun, Aya said in harmony: "It's really not easy. People in Liaodong can forge iron, but there are very few skilled carpenters."

A hint of pride flashed in Ah Shan's eyes: "Famous teachers give birth to high-achieving apprentices. My master was originally a famous carpenter in my hometown in Shandong, and he made furniture for wealthy families."

"Then why did you go to Liaodong and go outside Kuandian Pass?" Aya asked suddenly.

Ah Shan built a small bridge for the bean buns without hesitation: "Master is fond of wine, he hurt someone when he was drunk, and after he was fined, he couldn't eat and bully him, so he escaped from customs and settled in our village."

He spoke very naturally.

This is the truth, Ah Shan thought, if there was no such a Shandong master, he would not have been a carpenter since he was a child, he would not have learned a Shandong accent of Chinese, and he would not have been rejected in this plan to come south. Four Baylor entrusted with important tasks.

Aya asked again: "Then your master is still in Liaodong?"

Ah Shan sighed: "Master is dead."

"He was also killed by Tartars? Dog Tartars!"

"No, my heart hurts, it hurts to death," Ah Shan's expression froze suddenly, he stared blankly at the lumps in front of him, and then he said again, "But you're right, a tartar is a dog, no, even a dog Why not. The Tartars killed my mother. My mother knew how to make tenons when she was alive, and she told me that when she had grandchildren, she would accompany them to build small bridges and carts, small tables and small chairs."

Aya stared at Ah Shan, and she couldn't find any flaws in the fact that the other party was not looking at her, because it was not because of dodging, but because of tears.

The man's tears are not rippling, but they are also tears, falling one by one on the tenon.

Xiaodoubao, who was playing vigorously, quickly stopped his hands, tilted his head to look at Uncle Ah Shan's eye sockets, then wiped away the sporadic sawdust in his palm, and raised his hand to wipe away the teardrops hanging on Ah Shan's cheekbones.

Ah Shan's heart skipped a beat.

He remembered that when he was young, Ama treated Erniang badly, Ren Fangfujin bullied Erniang, and he also helped Erniang wipe away tears countless times like a little bean bag.

Ah Shan stroked Xiaodoubao's furry head, grinned and said, "Come on, let's continue building this little bridge."

Then, he raised his head again, looking deeply at Aya: "Sister, Doubao is really sensible, you are so lucky."

Ah Shan grasps the gentleness of a man towards a woman, which is not difficult for a son like him who is married in Hetuala.

On that day, Zheng Haizhu suddenly appeared in the workshop. Although he encouraged him to make a good car, he didn't look suspicious, but Ah Shan turned his head and thought about it, remembering that Sibeile had said when he was hunting with him that the trap must be covered. The grass leaves and dead branches should be similar to those around them, otherwise they will arouse the alertness of the prey.

Then he realized that he was also a legitimate young bachelor, how could he show no interest in finding a wife.

Therefore, the day Aya appeared beside Zheng Haizhu, he pretended to sneak a few times.

But at this moment, the demure mother and lovely daughter in Chaifei's small courtyard make Ah Shan feel that the hypocrisy of acting is not so obvious.

He even carefully considered Aya's accent, and finally understood why he felt a strange sense of familiarity with this Nikan woman (Jurchen's name for Han people) after only a few encounters.

A certain ending sound in Ayahan's language is very similar to the accent of Princess Meng Gu Zhezhe, and the latter is Yehe Jurchen.

Ashan and Aya, these two people who have the blood of the Jurchen tribe but are their own masters, when they secretly have different thoughts, there is a gong outside the courtyard, accompanied by Tang Po's majestic and loud voice.

"It's been vaccinated, it's been vaccinated, everyone at home, go to the gate of Mrs. Zheng's house to vaccinate, the doctor has come from Songjiang."

After Ah Shan heard the words clearly, he asked A Ya: "What kind of vaccination?"

Aya said: "It's a way to prevent smallpox."

As soon as she arrived in Chongming this time, Zheng Haizhu asked her if her daughter had any acne.

Zheng Haizhu got acquainted with Boss Fang, the head of the Yiyang opera troupe, and his hometown is Yiyang, Jiangxi Province, which is the place where Daming is best at blowing acne.Dilute the serum from the chickenpox of smallpox patients with well water and blow it into the nasal cavity of healthy people to have an immune effect. Many doctors in Yiyang are well versed in this method.

But after Zheng Haizhu asked about this method, he told the local doctor in Songjiang recommended by Huang Zunsu to extract the acne scabs that were about to dry out. Although it was less active, the immune effect was not bad, and it might be safer.Moreover, it is best to use the "accepting pox method", that is, to relay the scabbed chickenpox powder of patients who have been inoculated but still produce flowers. After five or six times, the symptoms of high fever of the inoculated person will be reduced, and the risk will be further reduced.

Before the emergence of the vaccinia method in later generations, since the Longqing period, the people in the area from the south of the Daming to Ganzhou were no strangers to the method of inoculating human pox and preventing smallpox, and they did not resist it.

After the Liao people came, in addition to Grandma Tang's testimony, Zheng Haizhu also invited several students from Chongming County who had gone to the Suzhou government to take the exam to explain the vaccination method to the hoarders, so as to dispel the doubts of the northerners because they didn't know the reason.

But Ah Shan still didn't believe it.

He remembered that Sibeile had said many times that many Jurchen and Mongolian warriors were infected with smallpox by the Ming people who went out to do business and died.

How can I take the initiative to contaminate the dirty things of people with acne!
So, when Aya picked up her daughter and turned around to ask Ah Shan why she didn't get vaccinated, Ah Shan said: "When I was young, I had acne."

"Oh?" Aya stared at him, "What's wrong with your face..."

"Why are there no pockmarks, right?" Ah Shan rubbed his cheek, "I came out early, and my mother tied my hands to prevent me from being caught. After the scabs fell off, I didn't fall into the pit."