This is a historical story based on a real person's real name.
The protagonist started out as an apprentice with only 200 yuan. It took him 16 years to become rich and wealthy. At the same time, he showed the perseverance and courageous spirit of our nation.
In the early autumn of the ancient canal, the water is like a soft green silk surrounding the ancient town. The lotus flowers in Xiaolianzhuang, a famous garden in the south of the Yangtze River, are blooming against the morning glow. The ancient books in the Jiaye Hall library are silent. In the glow, a gauze-like mist curtain
, giving Nanxun, a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, a crystal clear autumn color.
I strolled along the ancient bluestone road, walked through the streets and alleys, and traced my roots, as if I had returned to the glorious years recorded in the yellowed local chronicles.
In 1842, after Shanghai was established as a treaty port, the intelligent Nanxun people relied on the world-famous "Jili Lake Silk" to walk from the bluestone road in their hometown to Shanghai Beach, where they did business with foreigners and created a national industry - Jili Lake silk.
It was the first time for silk to go directly to the world, and a group of extremely wealthy businessmen also emerged, commonly known as the "Four Elephants and Eight Oxen", which was the largest group of silk merchants in modern China. These famous families left many mansions. When I stepped into each
In the mansion of a famous family and the deep courtyard, looking up at the brick-carved gatehouses, you feel as if you are meeting with the sages wearing robes, mandarin jackets or suits and leather shoes, and listening to their stories of family traditions that have gone through centuries of vicissitudes.
The imprint of history lingering on the bluestone is the golden years "weaved" by a strand of silk.
Standing on the stone bridge engraved with the traces of time, you can see the long water and the long road, which have penetrated the dust of history, soaked in hundreds of years, and continue to this day.
After the founding of the People's Republic of China, Xiaolianzhuang stationed 10 units including the "Jiuba Hospital". They played both a protective and destructive role in Xiaolianzhuang.
That night, I had the opportunity to have long conversations with the then administrators, Tang Fuzhang and Yi Huang, many times. I learned many stories about what happened here.
The memory of Nanxun when I was a child, I slept alone upstairs in the Osmanthus Hall of Xiaolianzhuang, and the drizzle patted on the window lattice, as if telling me many stories that had happened here. At that time, I had the idea to build this place.
I wrote the story to inherit the spirit and culture of our nation. It took me many years to master a large amount of historical data, and now I have completely sorted it out and dedicated it to everyone.
The story is ups and downs and complicated. It involves local human history, traditional culture and national spirit. I hope readers will like it. This chapter has been completed!