The name of the Kazakh princess is "Jibieke", which can also be translated as "Jibieke" and "Jibieke". When translated into Chinese, it means "silk".
When she was still in her infancy, news came from the front line that her father had died in battle. Then many tribes rebelled, everyone called themselves Khan, and some tribes even came to kill her directly.
Her mother took her and her three brothers and fled with a few loyal followers.
During the migration, an older brother died of illness, and the whole family took refuge with his uncle. Until the eldest brother turned sixteen, his uncle lent him 300 cavalrymen, plus dozens of his original tribe. With more than 300 cavalrymen, the eldest brother grew stronger step by step, and now he has
It already has 5,000 tents and controls more than 20,000 herdsmen.
For nomadic people, a thousand tents is considered a large tribe, and five thousand tents can definitely dominate a tribe.
Jibeike wore a pleated dress with a tightly tied belt, which highlighted her slightly sizable breasts. Her fourteenth birthday was spent in Hami. The weather was very cold at the time, so Hami Burke left them in the city.
Spend the winter there.
After the snow melted, we continued on our way, and it was already summer by the time we arrived in Henan.
The round fur hat on her head was also replaced by a small flower hat. There were agate decorations around the hat, which fell down like tassels. She was bored during the journey and braided many little braids.
Jibie misses his mother and brother a little, misses the grassland a little, and feels uneasy about the unknown fate.
From Jiayuguan to Jiangsu, she saw many Han cities and Han villages. These were completely different from the grasslands. They were novel and mysterious. She didn't know why the population of Han areas was so large. They were as numerous as cattle and sheep on the grasslands.
Same.
Official ship.
Li Cong walked to the princess's cabin, where two Kazakhs were already standing at the door.
Li Cong bowed his hands in greeting, and the Kazakh guard bowed in return and carefully opened the hatch.
Jibieke stood up, saluted, and greeted in broken Chinese: "Good morning, sir."
"Princess, please take a seat." Li Cong spoke in Mongolian.
Two Kazakh guards stood beside them to prevent any deviant behavior.
Jibie opened the primary school Chinese textbook that they bought in Gansu. Li Cong was responsible for teaching the princess Chinese.
"We are almost in Nanjing. Let's learn etiquette today." Li Cong said.
Jibieko said: "We Kazakhs also follow etiquette. If you pass by a yurt and see it filled with food, if the owner is not at home, you cannot touch the food even if you have been hungry for several days. This is very rude.
Behavior. If a guest comes to your home, it is also very rude to hide the delicious food and only feed the guest ordinary food. When a guest comes to your home, you should first ask him if he has eaten, and then prepare a sumptuous meal for the guest."
How does this all have to do with food?
Li Cong complained in his mind and said: "What we are going to talk about today is Han etiquette. The etiquette used to be very complicated, and your Majesty has simplified it a lot, but you should still pay attention to it at all times."
Jibie Ke said: "Sir, please speak."
Li Cong said: "If you want to learn Han etiquette, you must first know... Well, how should I translate this? Let me think about it."
Li Cong didn't know how to speak Kazakh, so he usually communicated in Mongolian. Jibeike, on the other hand, only learned half-assed Mongolian. His daily vocabulary was OK, but advanced vocabulary couldn't be translated at all.
After pondering for a long time, Li Cong continued: "There are heaven and earth in this world, as well as men and women. Heaven and men belong to 'yang', and earth and women belong to 'yin'. These are the two pronunciations in Chinese. His Majesty said
, Yin and Yang are one, heaven and earth are equal, men and women are also equal. But no matter what, there are differences between men and women, and it is reflected in etiquette. The left is yang and the right is yin, so in terms of etiquette, follow the principle of men on the left and women on the right...
"
Jibieke only turned 14 a few months ago. As a half-year-old child, he seemed to understand but not understand.
Li Cong gave an example: "For example, when you hold your fists in a salute, a man holds his right fist with his left hand, and a woman holds her left fist with her right hand. If it is reversed, it is a bad gesture and is very unlucky."
When saying goodbye, you can raise your hands and learn to do a woman’s fist-cup salute.
Li Cong added: "The "Book of Rites" records that in daily life, men tie their hair on the left side and women on the right side. Although the people no longer care about this, but in some discerning families, men still tie their hair on the left side and women on the right side. It seems that there is no such thing in the palace.
However, if the princess can fulfill this request, it will be a very polite sign. In addition, the position where you usually stand or sit should also be clear..."
Jibie felt that the etiquette of the Han family was really cumbersome, and there were not many rules to follow. It was hard to even remember them, let alone follow them.
But Li Cong taught very seriously, because he received expensive gifts. Ji Beike's brother asked him to teach the princess well, so that she would not be underestimated by the Nanjing monarchs.
It was not until noon that we docked for lunch. Jibieke was very tired. Remembering the messy etiquette gave her a headache.
After lunch, teaching begins again.
Jibie wanted to be lazy, so he took out his donbula and said with a smile: "I just had dinner, let me sing to my husband."
"I don't dare." Li Cong quickly evaded.
Jibeike started playing and singing to herself. She sang the Kazakh poem "Lark". The general content is that a brave and smart hunter, in order to hear the beneficial philosophy of the lark, agreed to let go of the prey he had already obtained.
It can be understood that only with losses can there be gains. It can also be understood that if you want to achieve your goals, you must learn to give up.
Li Cong stood sideways, not daring to look directly at the princess to avoid suspicion. Although he could not understand the lyrics, the princess's crisp singing voice was so pleasing to the body and mind.
After singing "Lark", Jibieke sang "Farewell Song" again.
This is a song that a Kazakh bride sings to the door frame of her yurt at home when she is about to marry far away. She can only express her reluctance to the door frame.
"In front of the door is the green prairie, the door frame of my house, please don't let me go. How can I hold on without crying? Sadness is about to crush my heart. Flying in the sky is a skylark, its down is as soft as brocade. I want to be alone
I feel so sad to leave the grassland here. Goodbye, my door frame, I wish you peace, my dear hometown..."
As she sang, Jibieke shed tears quietly, thinking of her mother, brother and the grassland.
Li Cong caught a glimpse of the tears on the princess's cheeks and guessed that she was homesick, so he silently retreated outside the cabin door.
I don't know which factory on the shore has its chimney emitting black smoke, which seems a bit unexpected in rural China. Folk literati are divided into two groups. One group praises the steam factory and says that the big chimney has brought prosperity; the other group criticizes implicitly, thinking that
Factories destroyed the landscape and countryside.
Although the workers are working hard, it is not too outrageous.
With the use of primitive methods to refine oil, kerosene and asphalt have been born. However, the amount of extraction is still relatively small, and it is far away in Sichuan, Shaanxi and other provinces. The price of kerosene is relatively expensive in Jiangnan, and capitalists are reluctant to let workers light kerosene lamps to work night shifts.
Coal gas has also begun to be used. Craftsmen in the Ming Dynasty knew how to prepare coking coal, and the utilization of the by-product gas was natural.
However, gas lamps are very dangerous and have poisoned dozens of people. Now they are afraid to use them in the house. Even if they are used, they will open the windows in advance. Everyone is studying how to make gas lamps safe and reliable.
Li Cong looked at the black smoke in the distance and suddenly felt a little confused.
The times are developing too fast, and new things come out every year, so many people feel at a loss. The more intellectuals are, the stronger this feeling is, and the familiar environment gradually becomes unfamiliar.
In particular, the traditional concepts are increasingly being questioned. The cosmology of Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism can no longer explain the new world.
Li Cong leaned on the side of the boat and hummed to himself: "In order to save Li Lang from his home, who would have expected that he would win the first prize on the imperial list. He won the first prize, wearing a red robe, and wearing a palace flower in his hat. It's so fresh..."
The story of "The Female Consort" was told by Emperor Zhao to the King of Chu. The King of Chu asked someone to compile it into a novel and serialize it in "The Literature and Art of the King of Chu".
Due to the wonderful and bizarre plot, as well as the fact that a female Jinshi was born in this dynasty, the novel quickly became popular among all walks of life. Then, it was adapted into a storybook and disseminated again in the form of opera and storytelling.
Li Cong's hometown is in Anqing, and he could sing tea-picking opera since he was a child, which is the predecessor of Huangmei Diao.
In the Ming Dynasty, Anqing was one of the gathering places for grain transportation and became extremely prosperous. Although there is no water transportation now, the prosperous commercial transportation has made Anqing, which has an excellent geographical location, even more prosperous.
Business prosperity will inevitably lead to entertainment prosperity.
The tea-picking opera originated in Huangmei County and was carried forward in Anqing. Just like Kun Opera, which originated in Kunshan, was carried forward in Yangzhou.
Nowadays, several major drama genres compete for excellence.
Tea-picking opera suddenly emerged in Anqing and has been officially named Huangmei Opera.
Qingyang tune continued to grow and was brought to various places by Huizhou merchants. This thing is the predecessor of Peking Opera in another time and space.
Kunqiang (Kunqu Opera) continues to be popular in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.
Jiangxi's Yiyang Opera has a lot of distinguished opera fans and has occupied half of the Nanjing opera community, so it is also called "Beijing Opera".
In the fields on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, as the yellow plum tune disappears, new scenery comes into view.
A post ship, carrying documents, publications and letters, gradually caught up from behind the official ship, and then completed the overtake, and the shadow of the sail gradually faded away.
Li Cong suddenly began to recall the Han and Tang Dynasties, which were also prosperous times. What kind of life should the people of the Han and Tang Dynasties live?
Li Cong did not want to live in the Han and Tang Dynasties because he was a four-eyed boy and lost half his life without glasses.
After another two days, we finally arrived in Nanjing.
Li Cong took the princess and the Kazakh envoy and landed at the busy Nanjing Pier.
Jibieko had never stepped off the boat since he boarded the Grand Canal. Seeing such a huge city suddenly, he was stunned. The other Kazakhs also looked around stupidly.
This situation happens every year, and the people of Nanjing have long been accustomed to it.
But this time it was different, because Jibieke was so beautiful that the people around him couldn't help but look over.
Kazakh girls generally do not wear hijab, let alone cover their faces tightly.
Being stared at by so many people, Jibie was a little embarrassed. She asked Li Cong: "Sir, is this Nanjing?"
"This is Nanjing." Li Cong nodded.
Ji Beike felt uneasy. She heard Li Cong say that the emperor was a great hero. Although this made her secretly happy, she was also a little scared. Great heroes are often majestic and unapproachable.
