When Manager Wang heard Zhang Shisan's words, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Thirteenth Master, look at what you said, how dare I do that? Go down to the top of the mountain tomorrow morning and have a look. The people working here are all tops."
They are all good-looking farm men."
"Where did the manpower come from?"
"To be honest, the population in our village is indeed limited, but the imperial court just moved dozens of families from Huaixi to settle here, so the manpower is naturally enough."
When they heard that they were new immigrants, Xia Xun and Zhang Shisan suddenly realized. In the past thirty years, from the founding of the Ming Dynasty to the present, the imperial court has successively immigrated to Shandong more than ten times from Shanxi, Hebei, Anhui, Jiangsu, Sichuan and other places.
There was no way. At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, natural disasters continued, and Shandong was the hardest hit area. When Zhu Yuanzhang went on the Northern Expedition to expel the Northern Yuan Dynasty, Shandong was the main battlefield again. Natural and man-made disasters caused the local population to drop sharply and a lot of land was deserted.
After the founding of the People's Republic of China, Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to use immigration policy to quickly change the population depression in Shandong. However, the Han people were most obsessed with their homeland. The old people paid attention to returning to their roots after falling leaves, while the young people paid attention to the fact that their parents were not traveling far away. It was difficult for them to move there.
God, they would rather beg for food in their hometown than leave their hometown. Emperor Zhu had no choice but to force immigration. At least he persisted in this immigration policy.
Qingzhou is not a key resettlement area for immigrants, but there are also a lot of immigrants. It is summer now, and the immigrants who have moved here have missed the season. Although the fields have been divided, at least there will be nothing to plant this year. Xia Xun’s family
The quarry provides them with an opportunity to work and earn money to supplement their families, which invisibly helps the government a lot and is conducive to the stability of immigrants.
Of course, when spring starts tomorrow, many people will still quit their jobs and go home to farm. No matter how much they earn from part-time work, it will not be as secure as the three acres of land at home. But by then, this quarry
It may not necessarily require so many manpower. There are not many families like Prince Qi's Mansion that need a large amount of stone materials at once.
Xia Xun chatted with the foremen and stewards for a while, then Zhang Shisan glanced at Xia Xun, stood up and said, "Okay, Master, I'm very tired along the way. You all should go back. Master is here this time.
You will stay here for ten days and a half to rest and recuperate, and avoid the heat. As for you, please work harder and work harder, and the master will naturally not deprive you of your benefits."
After they exited, Xia Xun jumped up from his seat and said excitedly: "Thirteenth Lang, I hid it from them, but no one saw my flaw!"
Zhang Shisan poured a basin of cold water on his head: "Don't be too happy. These people have only met Yang Xu once. If even they can see the flaws, what use are you? Go to bed early, tomorrow will be updated five times."
Get up and start training."
With a "squeak", the door opened and closed, and Zhang Shisan went out. Xia Xun smiled slightly, like Kasyapa holding flowers.
At five o'clock in the morning, when the sky was still dark, Zhang Shisan appeared at Xia Xun's bedside like a ghost.
So they brushed their teeth and washed their face, combed their hair and changed clothes, and then left the quarry with Zhang Shisan and went to practice equestrianism on the deserted grassland at the foot of Shishi Mountain in the morning light. At two o'clock in the morning, they came back, because the beginners of equestrianism had not yet mastered the technical essentials.
Xia Xun was so tired that his back ached and his whole body was covered in sweat.
In the yard, several stewards who live in the quarry have sent their mothers-in-law to cook breakfast for their bosses. The aroma of the food fills the nostrils. Country women cannot cook exquisite dishes, but at least the portions are enough and the food is golden and clear.
Millet porridge, steaming white flour steamed buns, fragrant scrambled eggs are all served in pots... There are six grown men living in the yard, all of them are of a very big appetite.
Xia Xun was not busy eating, but went to the backyard and started taking a bath. It was uncomfortable to be sweating profusely. Everyone in the yard knew the rules. No one dared to break in without summons and permission. There were two large water tanks in the backyard.
Just under the porch, almost every household had such a water tank at that time. Firstly, it was convenient to draw water. Secondly, if a fire broke out, it could be put out with water nearby.
Xia Xun was standing next to the water tank, wearing only a pair of calf-nosed trousers, holding a large wooden basin to water her body. When the basin of water was poured down, water droplets splashed lively, and her wheat-colored skin shone in the sun.
He has a muscular body, a slim waist, smooth curves, muscular arms, strong chest muscles and six-pack abs, all showing the masculine beauty of a man.
Zhang Shisan stood under the dripping eaves with his arms folded, his eyes wandering over Xia Xun's body. His usually critical eyes showed a rare hint of appreciation: "I can't believe that your body is so strong. Well, it's very
nice……"
Xia Xun's body was actually not that strong originally. After coming to this era, he knew that he had nothing to rely on. Instead, he paid more attention to physical exercise than before, using modern fitness methods, plus learning martial arts and practicing water-based skills with Hu Liujiu.
, the amount of exercise was ten times stronger than when he was in the police academy. Although life in Xiaoye'er Village was very difficult, Xiaoye'er Village was located in the south of the Yangtze River, and he made a living by fishing and catching frogs, small fish and shrimps.
I can eat enough things like yellow frogs and frogs, and I can keep up with my nutrition. I am now in extremely good shape.
Xia Xun said proudly: "Life in the countryside is hard, and I have to do all kinds of work, so I am as strong as an ox. I am not bragging to you, Thirteenth Lang. I wear less clothes when I fish, and I have such a big girl and a little wife."
Anyone who walks by me can't help but take a peek, and his eyes light up."
Zhang Shisan smiled and scolded: "You are really out of breath when you say you are fat. Take a bath quickly and then have a meal. After the meal, I will start explaining things about Yang Wenxuan to you."
"Yes, yes," Xia Xun also laughed, pouring another basin of water from his head.
In the morning, under the shady tree in the backyard, Zhang Shisan explained everything about Yang Wenxuan to Xia Xun in detail. There was a low table in the courtyard, with tea on it, as well as paper, ink, pen and inkstone. From time to time, Zhang Shisan
He also had to spread out the paper and draw a portrait with a pen, asking Xia Xun to carefully remember the appearance of the person he drew.
Naturally, the people who can be identified by portraits are those who are closely related to Yang Wenxuan, including close stewards, servants, friends, business partners, and dignitaries in Prince Qi’s palace. Tired of studying, the two
The man then stood up and, under Zhang Shisan's guidance, imitated Yang Wenxuan's speech, behavior, facial expressions, and common expressions in dealing with others.
As an outstanding secret agent in brocade, Zhang Shisan is a competent teacher, and Xia Xun has a strong ability to imitate. Whether things can succeed or not is of vital importance to Zhang Shisan and even more important to Xia Xun.
It was important, so the two of them were very serious about both teaching and learning. Just to avoid arousing Zhang Shisan's suspicion, Xia Xun did not show too much understanding at first, and it was not until two days later that he gradually entered the role.
"Something happened, something happened, someone was crushed by a rolling stone!"
When there was an exclamation in the distance, Manager Wang ran into the yard yelling and said to Xia Xun who came out of the backyard after hearing the news.
"How many people were injured? How were the injuries?" Xia Xun and Zhang Shisan asked as they followed Manager Wang out.
As he walked, Manager Wang said that it turned out that workers were quarrying on the hillside. The sledgehammer in the hand of one worker did not hit the steel drill, but instead hit the hand of the worker holding the drill. Both of them were newly arrived immigrants.
First, he had only been working for a few days and was unfamiliar with his skills, which is why he suffered this disaster. The worker's hand was severely injured when he was hit, and he would not be able to do the work for a while. It was impossible to give him some money to recuperate. Wang
The manager was in bad luck all the way.
When Xia Xun rushed to see him, the man's fellow villagers had already helped the injured man named Ma Zhiyuan down the hillside and made a simple bandage. Xia Xun comforted him with kind words and asked Manager Wang to pay him an extra month's wages.
He also asked his fellow villagers to send him home to recuperate. At the same time, he ordered that the newly recruited workers were not familiar with quarrying and told them to start with the transportation and post-processing of the stone. Seeing that the boss was so kind.
, those workers were very grateful, and after thanking him profusely, the worker who injured his partner collected wages for Ma Zhiyuan, and accompanied the man back to the village with another fellow villager.
"Brother Ma, I'm so sorry. It was my brother who was careless..." the man who caused the trouble said apologetically.
"Hey, we are all brothers. Why are you talking about this? You didn't mean it." The injured man endured the pain, patted his shoulder and smiled comfortingly, then turned to ask another person: "Where has the headmaster been moved?"
Where, can you find out?"
Another man shook his head and said: "Not yet. After we were moved to Shandong, we were divided into various prefectures and counties. I haven't found out where Headmaster Tang's family is now."
Brother Ma sighed and said: "If we can't find the master, our group of brothers is probably going to break up. Just in time, I took advantage of the opportunity to recuperate at home with my injured palm, so I went out and asked about the master.
His whereabouts. Inside the home..."
The two men said in unison: "Don't worry, Fourth Brother, we will take care of you at home."
Xia Xun and Zhang Shisan didn't know this little story that happened in their quarry. Both of them were focused on how to get into the role of Yang Xu as soon as possible.
In the afternoon of this day, it suddenly started raining heavily, and the sky and the earth were covered in darkness.
Standing in the hall and looking out, the rainwater under the dripping eaves was as dense as a curtain of beads. Even the area ten steps away from the hall could not be seen clearly. The workers had all gone to the cliff cave to take shelter from the rain. Xia Xun and Zhang Shisan also left.
He moved into the hall in the backyard and continued to imitate Yang Xu.
Xia Xun's clothing and hair style at this time were exactly the same as the real Yang Xu, and even his manners, movements, accent and tone were all imitated perfectly.
Originally, the accent and language are the most difficult parts of impersonating a person besides appearance, because it is easy to cover up something inappropriate in the manner or demeanor. You can say that you are not in good health or in a bad mood recently... you can find a bunch of them.
Reasons to find reasons for your different performance from the past, but you obviously have a thick voice, you can't have a thin voice just because you fell, right? Or maybe you obviously speak Hokkien, but you have been suffering from fever for two days.
If you have a cold, if you open your mouth again, it will become Shandong dialect. Who believes it?
Fortunately, Xia Xun not only looks similar to Yang Xu, but also has a similar voice. Although Zhang Shisan does not know ventriloquism and cannot imitate Yang Xu's speech perfectly, he can give him guidance. After many adjustments and imitations, the voice is very similar.
If you only listen to his voice, someone who is particularly familiar with him may feel a little strange, but if you see his appearance first and have a preconceived idea, it will be difficult to find any flaws.
As for language, by luck, Yang Wenxuan and Mr. Yang speak not Shandong dialect, but Fengyang Mandarin, which is the most popular in the world today. Mandarin is the official Mandarin. Of course, ordinary people have an indifferent attitude towards Mandarin.
Their ancestors have spoken dialects for generations, and their children and grandchildren still speak dialects. They don't care whether the foreigners with southern and northern accents can understand them. Most of them will never leave their homes more than ten miles away in their lives.
But those who want to become an official must be able to speak Mandarin. Otherwise, even if you pass the Jinshi examination, due to language barriers, there is absolutely no possibility of being an official outside the country, and you will have to endure hardships and become a poor official in the capital.
The chances of promotion in the future are also very small, so students who are studying and young men from wealthy families must learn Fengyang Mandarin from an early age. Yang Wenxuan speaks standard Fengyang Mandarin.
Xia Xun was originally from the Jianghuai area and had a foundation in Fengyang dialect. He shouted on the street, "I'm bringing a child. The back of the lamp fell off, and the black nose shines in the eyes. Hurry up and get out!"
Round, someone from Fengyang would immediately come forward to recognize him. Although the Fengyang dialect at this time was slightly different from a few hundred years later, he had already lived for a year in the Jiangnan area where Fengyang Mandarin was most popular, so
No problem.
Zhang Shisan is very pleased. There is no problem with Xia Xun's accent, language, clothing, and demeanor. As long as he can officially enter Yang Xu's life circle and be as calm as now, then...
…anymore question?
A satisfied smile slowly appeared on Zhang Shisan's face, but as soon as the smile spread, he discovered an important issue that he had ignored all this time, and his face suddenly became ugly...
He had noticed this problem when he first met Xia Xun. At that time, he almost thought that Yang Wenxuan had really come back from the dead. It was because of this obvious difference that he began to notice more differences between the two. This obvious difference
The difference is Xia Xun's skin. Xia Xun often works in the sun with his chest and shoulders exposed. His skin is much darker than that of the always pampered Young Master Yang. This problem is originally the most obvious, but because it is too obvious, it appears every day.
He could see it, but it was dark under the lamp, and he ignored it.
Xia Xun suddenly noticed something strange in Zhang Shisan's expression, immediately stopped his movements, and humbly asked for advice: "Is there something wrong?"
Zhang Shisan frowned and said, "Skin, your skin color is darker than Yang Xu's."
Xia Xun thought for a while and said, "What if I have been running around outside for more than ten days and been exposed to the scorching sun?"
Zhang Shisan shook his head and said: "This is a reason, but after only ten days of exposure, the skin cannot reach this level. Some are too obvious. If your skin can be whiter and more delicate, this reason can be
Prevaricate..."
Xia Xun's face also looked ugly: "What should we do?"
Zhang Shisan pondered for a long time, then suddenly slapped his forehead, ran behind the table, spread out a piece of white paper, picked up a pen and ink, and began to write hastily. Xia Xun curiously went over to take a look, but saw that Zhang Shisan was not drawing.
Instead, he was writing. Xia Xun was now pretending to be illiterate and blind. Although he really wanted to know what Zhang Shisan was writing, he couldn't continue reading, so he had to go aside and wait.
After Zhang Shisan finished writing the letter, he went to the corridor and called loudly. After a while, a nurse who lived in the wing hurriedly walked along the corridor. Zhang Shisan handed the letter to him and said: "This is Young Master.
A letter to Mr. An from Mr. An’s Silk Shop. You must rush back to Qingzhou immediately, hand it to Mr. An in person, and then come back after getting Mr. An’s reply. There is no delay along the way.”
The guard glanced at Xia Xun. Xia Xun nodded. The guard immediately put the letter in his arms and turned away. After a while, he put on his raincoat and bamboo hat, led his horse and saddled it, and braved