Zhou Huiniang didn't have many decorations, she simply pulled her hair up and wore a bright red war jacket. She came gracefully, with a heroic figure and a strong bookish air coming towards her.
This woman's appearance is naturally excellent, but at first glance, the most touching thing is her elegant style. It really seems as if she has been soaked in ink.
Both Geng Jun and Yong were rough people, so it was hard to feel that at most, there was a feeling that this woman was special. But Zhang Ximeng could feel the self-confidence after reading poetry and books, blooming from the inside out.
In the past, Zhang Ximeng would not have felt it, but in the past two years, he studied with Jia Lu, and finally managed to improve his level and squeeze into the ranks of high-end scholars. But even so, Zhang Ximeng asked himself, he is still better than this woman
Much worse, even ashamed of myself.
Zhang Ximeng asked her to sit down and asked directly: "What do you call the girl?"
"My name is Zhou Huiniang." The woman agreed simply, lowering her head, looking intently, and without any unnecessary words.
Zhang Ximeng was startled, then smiled and said: "I am the commander of the capital. The girl is willing to join the army and fights side by side with the soldiers. She is already a leader in the army. I just have a normal conversation with the girl. I don't have any other meaning. After all.
If girls want to join the army, they must understand each other clearly."
Zhou Huiniang nodded, "I understand." She stopped talking again.
Zhang Ximeng said in his heart that you don't take the initiative to speak, which makes me very embarrassed... How to break the deadlock? He thought for a long time, and let's talk about her biggest characteristics!
"Has the girl read a book?"
Zhou Huiniang nodded slightly, "I have read a little bit... Mr. is young and holds a high position, so he should read a lot of poetry and books."
Zhang Ximeng laughed at himself, "I was just chasing a duck to get on the shelf... My father gave me enlightenment when I was young, but he didn't want me to pursue fame, so I just read some in a hurry. Although I dabbled in a lot, there were no rules. I just took it as I was interested.
Later, I joined my lord and was responsible for the paperwork, so I had to pick up the book and study hard for a while, not wanting to make any mistakes. It’s just that unlike those who have the ambition to take the imperial examination and fame, I didn’t have to suffer through ten years of poverty.
It's a lot worse. But girl, although I haven't seen her poems, but if you can play King Qin's breaking drum, you must have a big heart. In terms of literary attainments, you should be far above me."
Zhou Huiniang listened silently, and there seemed to be something in her heart. She praised: "Sir, you are too modest. The land allocation order you drafted is thoughtful and well-intentioned. Compared with previous ministers, it is no less generous. However, you are so young, and your future will be promising."
The limited quantity, although Xiao He and Chen Ping, cannot be compared."
Zhang Ximeng was stunned by these words, "How do you know that I wrote a land allocation order, and where did you read it?"
Zhou Huiniang couldn't help but smile, and instead of answering Zhang Ximeng's words, she said with a smile: "My husband asked me about studying, and he said that people study hard for ten years in order to gain fame in the imperial examination... But my husband knows that there is another kind of suffering in this world."
Read it?"
Zhang Ximeng was startled and said honestly: "I don't know!"
"Well, the little girl boldly said it... That kind of hard study means that if you can't memorize an article a day, can't recognize three hundred words, and can't write ten poems, you will starve. For three consecutive days, you will
He will be sent to a lower-class place to serve traffickers, pawns, and ruthless men... Only those who have endured hardship, read poems and songs, know everything about music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, can they be on the boat with the talented scholars and scholars.
They talked about poetry and became a great oiran that everyone admired." Zhou Huiniang raised her head and smiled sweetly at Zhang Ximeng, "Sir, you think this kind of hard study is better than the ten years of poor life of a scholar, so what?"
Zhang Ximeng was suddenly shocked and seemed to understand something.
In ancient times, brothels could also be divided into three, six and nine. Those who gave temporary pleasure to those traffickers and lackeys were naturally the lowest. Among them, there were those who were born ugly, and those who were old and discolored. Basically, there was no particularity.
There are even prostitutes who operate behind closed doors.
Going a little further up the ladder, one needs to be able to sing, dance, and speak, and be able to serve guests as if they were at home.
But these are not considered the best. The highest level naturally requires a collection of classics and history, poems and songs, all of which are known and known. One can write poems and paintings, be able to compete with those talented people, and not fall behind in the slightest. One must be able to talk about poems and essays, and even be able to write poems and essays.
Inspired by those top literary talents.
Only such a wonderful woman is worthy of the title of oiran, can she mingled among dignitaries, performs her art without selling herself, and is admired by thousands of literati. If she just plays a piece of music casually, some people will spend a lot of money just for beauty.
A smile.
Zhou Huiniang is the king who emerged from the beauty circle in Yangzhou.
In terms of appearance alone, she is not much better than Xue Jiao, but her literary talent is a thousand times better than that of Xue Jiao, which makes her stand out from the crowd and take the lead.
Everyone thought that this woman was so beautiful and blessed that she had unparalleled talents that were a thousand times better than those of men.
But it wasn't until this moment that Zhang Ximeng realized that her talent was actually acquired by being forced, beaten, and soaked in Coptis chinensis water.
"Hey, the brothel is a devil's cave. From top to bottom, there is no one who is not suffering! There are no talented and beautiful women, and there are good stories about them, but they are just cannibalism!"
Zhang Ximeng sighed, but Zhou Huiniang was quite shocked. How well she said it, it was just cannibalism!
"Sir, do you know that it is not enough to be talented in literature and poetry? If you want to stand out among thousands of women, you must have special abilities."
"Special ability?"
"Well, you have to understand the overall situation and the general trend of the world. To be honest, in the tenth year of Zhizheng, someone told me about the White Lotus Sect and Monk Peng's Peng Party. Later, the one-eyed stone man came out and the world was in chaos. More
There are countless officials and talented people who come to our boat and talk about red scarves all over the place. We must use our learned skills to analyze and resolve their worries, talk to these talented people, and become close friends! There is no such thing
The only thing I can do is use my physical appearance to influence people. When my physical appearance eventually ages, it will naturally fall into the lower realms."
Zhang Ximeng was shocked again! He actually learned this!
This is too curly!
How many scholars are blind to what is going on outside the window, and it is impossible for them to explain clearly what the White Lotus Sect and the Red Scarf Army are.
A brothel girl has to know everything, talk eloquently, and help scholars solve their doubts. What kind of skill is this?
Any guest who comes to the brothel will be shocked when he sees this posture. He is willing to empty his pockets for no other reason than to be able to talk and be satisfied.
In their opinion, this woman must have extraordinary talent or be acquainted with high-ranking officials and powerful people, otherwise they can't make sense.
Mystery, talent, a strange woman in the world... Only such a deep impression can make these guests willingly take out the money in their pockets.
But what they didn't know was that the strange woman in front of them was actually taught by a group of people, and their careless words were all carefully planned.
Everything is an illusion created with painstaking efforts.
Zhang Ximeng sighed deeply, feeling more and more that this woman was extraordinary and that he had underestimated her.
"Miss Zhou, the energy expended on you must be extraordinary, so how did you get away? Also, why did you come to Chuzhou... Of course, if you find it inconvenient, we can talk about it later.
, or invite someone else to come.”
Zhou Huiniang smiled and said, "There's nothing bad to say. They cultivated me wholeheartedly, but they just regarded me as a cash cow. If I get old in a few years, or someone with more power wants to get me, it will only be a matter of words. I always
You won’t be so grateful for their cultivation, so you can repay them, right?”
"That's natural. I'm just curious, what does the girl think?" Zhang Ximeng said.
Zhou Huiniang smiled brightly again, "They asked me to study and deceive those talented scholars. But they never thought about it. The more I study, the more I think. I have all kinds of abilities, so how can they trap me?
?I rescued Uncle Jiang a few years ago. I asked him to help me drive my car for three years. Naturally, no one suspected me. I asked him to take me out of the city. There was a chaos of war outside and no one dared to chase me.
It's so easy to escape."
"It's just that the world is full of pits of fire and hell. No matter where you escape, it's still the same! I originally gave up, but more than a year ago, I heard that Chuzhou equalizes the land. Men and women are treated equally. They all have a share of ration land and a share of circulation land.
, I had some curiosity in my heart. Later, I heard that although Bantou Wu was an opera singer, he was respected, could stand up straight, and lived a decent life. I made up my mind and wanted to take a risk.
Try. At this time, Zhang Shicheng robbed several famous women from Yangzhou, so I made a quick decision and left Yangzhou City. This is what happened in the past."
Zhang Ximeng listened patiently. Zhou Huiniang's words really shocked him. They completely opened a door, but behind this door was not a beautiful new world, but a cruel hell.
Zhang Ximeng pondered for a long time before asking again: "Miss Zhou, I understand your origin, so why did you become a member of the army and help us with our work?"
Zhou Huinian smiled slightly, which was better than a peach blossom.
"Sir, what you said is wrong. I am not doing things for you. I am doing it for myself. I am also a poor person, and I am the most miserable and helpless person from head to toe. Don't you think so?"
Zhang Ximeng took a breath and said, "Of course this is true, but don't worry, girl, since you have joined us and become one of us, no one will discriminate against girls anymore."
"Seriously?" Zhou Huiniang said with a smile: "I'm just a prostitute, and I'm from a brothel. In the final analysis, I can't stand on the stage. If you, sir, can tolerate me, so can your army?"
"Must be able!"
Zhang Ximeng said categorically: "In this world, there is a childish heart that is not stained by dust. This childlike heart is everyone's original intention. Looking at it from the original intention, everyone is the same. The sage said that there is no difference in education, but he did not say that people cannot be different.
Teach, don’t teach!”
Zhou Huiniang was startled, and then sighed helplessly: "Sages also pay attention to dignity and inferiority!"
"Honor and inferiority depend on status, not on people's hearts. For example, if I am an official, the people below me will naturally obey my orders. If they commit malfeasance in their duties, they will be punished. This is a matter of course. If I feel that I am nobler than them, and I punish and insult them at will,
It is my fault to treat them as adults. The Yuan Dynasty regarded thousands of Han and Southerners as cattle and horses, and squeezed and killed them at will, so that the people could not make a living. When the ants are angry, the Yellow River bursts, and when the common man is angry, the emperor
Death! This has been the case since ancient times!"
When Zhou Huiniang heard this, her eyes widened and she was extremely surprised. She looked at Zhang Ximeng stupidly, her heart was beating wildly, and she said in admiration: "If you can do this, you can be a sage!"
Zhang Ximeng smiled hoarsely, "I can't be a sage, and I can't accomplish great things by myself. If you want things to come true, treat everyone as a saint, and a girl can also become a sage!"