Go to Kaifeng to be a civil servant

"Caizhou?!"

Jin Qian raised his neck strenuously, and read two words from the stone-carved doorplate on the majestic blue-brick city gate in front of him.

Cai Cai Cai, Cai Zhou?Vegetable porridge?

Jin Qian, who opened his mouth half open, now has black lines all over his face.

Using his newly mastered lightness kungfu to jump up and down like a national treasure golden monkey, he drove for seven or eight days before he finally saw a place that looked like a town.Just looking at the name of this city, Jin Qian could only choose to be dumbfounded again.

Although I can't be called a high-achieving student, I have completed the nine-year compulsory education quite satisfactorily.However, the explanations in geography textbooks such as "China has a vast land and abundant resources, with a radius of 960 square kilometers and 56 ethnic minorities" are obviously too advanced.For an ancient road idiot like myself who only knows "Chang'an" for ancient place names, it is obviously a technically difficult operation to judge the current geographical situation.

After straightening the package tied around his waist, Jin Qian bit the bullet and walked towards the city gate.

The flat background image that appeared on the costume TV series spread out in front of my eyes instantly in a three-dimensional manner.

The street is straight, and there are many shops on both sides. The signboards of each shop are written on the curtains of different colors, and they are hung in front of the street.The streets were bustling with crowds, including men, women, and children. Most of them were dressed in ordinary clothes with darker colors, but compared to Jin Qian, at least they were neat and tidy.

Jin Qian looked around while walking, thinking about the current era background in his mind.

First of all, it is certainly not the Qing Dynasty: the men on the street all wear buns on their heads, and there is no penchant for half-bald heads.Secondly, it is not the Tang Dynasty: look at those women's necklines tightly tied, not even the slightest bit of wind can pass through.I remember that the Tang Dynasty was said to be the frontier of fashion in the world at that time, and most women looked beautiful with open breasts and open backs.In the end, it was concluded that it was probably one of the remaining Song, Yuan, and Ming—but with Jin Qian's poor historical knowledge, it was really impossible to judge.

At this time, we must have the spirit of not being ashamed to ask questions.

Thinking of this, Jin Qian made up his mind to stop an uncle who seemed to be more talkative.

"Uncle, I would like to ask what time is it?"

The uncle was dressed in common clothes, and he didn't look like a high-end person, but when he saw Jin Qian's hand, he hid back, avoiding his body, and said, "It should be almost time."

dead body?

Before Jin Qian could make a few black lines, the uncle walked away with a brisk kick.

"Hello..." Half of Jin Qian's words got stuck in his throat, and he was speechless.Looking at the uncle's appearance, he seemed to be carrying some kind of plague.

Looking down at his face, Jin Qian couldn't help but smile wryly.

Unexpectedly, I am a man of the future, but now I am acting like a savage.No wonder the uncle avoided it for fear. He stayed in that barren mountain and wild forest for more than a year, but there was no water to bathe.Coupled with the rush to travel these few days, I have made myself look like a skinny African refugee with a vicissitudes of life-to be honest, it would be good if I didn't consider myself a member of the beggar gang.

Thinking about the question just now, it seems that I asked it inappropriately.

What the uncle answered seems to be the current time—Sishi.Jin Qian counted with his fingers, and it should be almost eleven o'clock. No wonder his stomach tended to play empty tricks—thanks to being forced by his father to memorize the charts of the Chinese zodiac, he could barely convert the time, otherwise Isn't he now an idiot who can't even tell the time...

But what to ask?

Dude over there, may I ask how old it is now?

Jin Qian does not think that people of this era can give an academic answer: it is now 2007 AD.

Wait, who is the leader of this era?Maybe he could meet a familiar emperor's name.

Thinking of this, Jin Qian hurriedly stopped another young man.

"My man, who is the current emperor?"

The young man seemed to be taken aback, his eyes widened, and he waved his hands hurriedly and ran away.

Jin Qian was very strange, and asked a few more questions one after another, but unexpectedly the reaction was exactly the same, they all regarded themselves as crazy.

It wasn't until a kind aunt reminded him that Jin Qian suddenly realized.

"Young man, don't ask nonsense. Who can call the emperor by his name? This is a serious crime!"

Before leaving, the aunt whispered in Jinqian's ear.

Jin Qian was dripping with cold sweat.Only then did I realize that I had made a huge mistake.The old man of the emperor in ancient times was a guy who was very stingy with his name, and he also had a lot of experience in the scenes of beheading and execution.

But what does the phrase "boy" mean?

Pulling the clothes on his body, looking at a certain part that was becoming flatter and somewhat excessive, Jin Qian felt: Does he still have a bit of "transvestite" talent?

-

"Yuanhui Pawnshop" is located on the East Street in the city, and it is the leading pawnshop in the city.The owner of the pawnshop, surnamed Li, was known to be harsh and stingy.But this is also natural, but whoever runs a pawnshop, how can there be a person who is willing to give?

Today, it was almost noon, there was no business in the pawnshop, but the restaurant next door was crowded with people.

A young guy wearing a cloth cap was sitting at a counter tall enough to shoot flies, when he heard a sound at the door, he walked in hastily.

Seeing this person, the buddy couldn't help being a little funny.When will it be the turn of beggars to visit this pawn shop?

The person who came was thin, and was wearing a short coat of coarse cloth, which was covered with wind and dust, and there were a few tatters on the sleeves. Looking at this person's face, it was even more miserable.With messy hair, dusty face, thick eyebrows full of dust, only a pair of slender eyes that are still alive, it seems that he is only seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Man, is this a pawnshop?" the visitor asked.

The clerk glanced lazily, and replied: "That's right, may I ask the guest officer whether he should live or die?"

Anyone who has been in the pawn shop for a long time will inevitably develop a pair of skills in knowing people and things.Judging by the ragged clothes and disheveled appearance of this man, there must be nothing good to buy.It must be the kind of poor people who can't live on to pawn their clothes for their livelihood.

"Deadly? Lively? What do you mean?"

"Even if you are alive, you can still redeem it, but if you are dead, you can't redeem it. You can get more taels of silver when you are dead than if you are alive." The clerk turned his eyebrows back and said.He thought to himself: This man is really poor, he has never even been in a pawn shop, he has never even heard of a live pawn or a dead pawn.

"Then die."

The visitor put the package tied around his waist on the counter without thinking.

The clerk reached out to take the package, opened it and inspected it.As expected, there are only some common clothes and robes inside, and the texture of the clothes on the person who came here is not much different.Judging by the quantity, it is worth twenty copper coins at most.

"Five copper coins," said the man.

"Ah?" The people under the counter seemed a little surprised, and couldn't help but hesitate, "So little? Can't you pay more?"

"What? These five copper coins are extra for you. It's just your rags and tattered clothes. It's good if someone asks for it." The man looked displeased and threw the burden aside.This is a common method in pawnshops.Generally, people who come to this pawn shop are mostly waiting for money, so the more they say that the pawn is worthless, the faster the business will be facilitated.

Sure enough, the person under the cabinet showed a look of embarrassment.After hesitating for a long time, he slowly unbuttoned his belt and pulled out a cloth bag from inside.

"Then how much do you think this is worth?"

The man took the cloth bag and looked it over carefully.This cloth bag is only two inches in size, the inside seems to be layered, it is quite thick, there are two long straps on the bag tightly fastened to the main body.

He untied the long belt and unfolded the cloth bag, the man couldn't help being surprised.

This is not an ordinary cloth bag, but a long cloth bag with a width of about two inches folded.Unfolding the long bag, it was more than three feet long. On the long bag, there were two rows of neatly tied long silver needles.Brilliant streamers, dazzling, delicate needles, more than a hundred in number.

"Guest officer, do you want to be this?" At this moment, the clerk seemed to be a different person and asked with a smile on his face.

The man under the cabinet nodded.

"Does the guest officer want to live or die?"

"Death."

When the guy heard it, he was overjoyed.Since he was an apprentice in this pawn shop, he has also cultivated some eyesight to recognize treasures.Although the origin of these silver needles cannot be explained, it can definitely be concluded that this object is not extraordinary.Now this person said he was dead, how could such a great opportunity be missed.

"Okay, wait a minute, guest officer..."

"and many more!"

The person under the cabinet suddenly reached out and snatched the silver needle belt back: "I still won't pawn it here. Those clothes just now are worth so little money. I'd better go to the pawn shop in front to have a look."

"Hey? Guest officer, don't be too busy." The man saw that the treasure in his hand was going to be lost, and hurriedly shouted, "Maybe I didn't look carefully just now, let me estimate the value again."

Pretentiously flipping through the packages on the counter, but thinking about those silver needles.After a while, the clerk got worried, raised his head and said, "Guest officer, I didn't see clearly just now, but these clothes are actually worth ten copper coins."

"I'll go to the pawn shop in front..."

"Wait a minute, I, I'll take a look again." The clerk was a little impatient, and glanced at the needle bag in the hand of the person who came out of the cabinet, "Fifteen copper coins."

"Forget it..." The man raised his leg to leave again.

"Wait... two or twenty copper coins..."

"..."

"Okay, okay!" The buddy closed his eyes and became cruel, "It's a hanging money."

"A penny?" The man seemed a little puzzled, looking at the buddy.

"It's already fifty copper coins, there can be no more." The man said.

The visitor raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Sure enough, this pawn shop is real. All right, it's up to you!"

When the clerk heard this, he hurriedly wrote down the pawn ticket, took out a sling of money from the cash drawer, and handed it to the visitor.

Seeing the visitor put the copper coins in a happy face, the clerk finally felt relieved, and hurriedly asked: "Guest officer, can you give me a careful estimate of the cloth bag in your hand?"

"Budai? Isn't the cloth bag already pawned?" the man asked with a look of surprise.

"I mean the little cloth bag in your hand."

"Oh...you mean this..." The man under the cabinet raised the bag in his hand, smiled, and stuffed it back into his waist, "I seem to have enough money, so this is inappropriate."

"What, what?" The man was stunned for a moment.

The person under the cabinet suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the one-person-high counter, moved his face closer and said, "Boy, 5000 years of bargaining experience is not just for bragging, you still lack hundreds of years of skill."

After all, he turned and left.But when he reached the door, he turned his head and asked a very weird question.

"Dude, what year is it?"

The buddy was shocked for a while, but he didn't think too much about the inappropriateness of this question. He just replied intuitively: "The third year of Qingli."

Hearing this, the man suddenly opened his tongue, looked up at the sky for a while, and then covered his forehead with one hand and walked out slowly.

The remaining clerk was in a daze for a long time, and then suddenly remembered the situation at this time, and couldn't help sweating.

A bag of rags is worth a dime, how should I explain this to the shopkeeper?

-

Those who can negotiate the price from the pawn shop, except for Jin Qian who has fallen from modern times to ancient times, naturally don't think about others.But even though he made this extraordinary move, Jin Qian was not happy in his heart.Firstly, the bag of tattered clothes did not get much money even if the "one hundred and eight silver needles" left by the master were used as "pawns"; secondly, the era I lived in was even more confusing.

"Three years of Qingli?" Jin Qian pouted his head and thought over and over for a long time, but he didn't have a clue.

If you want to talk about Kangxi, Yongzheng, Qianlong or Zhenguan, I still have a little impression, and now this "Qingli"...

Why don't you just send yourself to the Qing Dynasty? Anyway, I have seen "× Zhu Ge Ge", "× Xi Xi's Private Interview", "Joking × Long" and so on many times. Although I can't be called a historian, I am a mixed Half immortal or something is more than enough.

But now, in this era of "no health in the past, no work in the future", is there still room for this bellyful of historical knowledge (Note: refers to the TV series just now)?

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he felt, Jin Qian couldn't help but get up in a hurry, and walked a few steps quickly, but felt his footsteps weakened for a while, and then realized that he hadn't eaten for a long time, and his stomach began to protest.

Just smelling the aroma of rice, Jin Qian raised his eyes and saw a restaurant standing in front of him.Regardless of researching the name of the restaurant, Jin Qian rushed in following the smell. (how like some kind of animal?)

The waiter in the store was much more sensible than the pawn shop guy, although he looked bad, he didn't send Jin Qian out, but let her sit on the table in the corner.

Knowing that he is now below the poverty line, Jin Qian did not dare to act rashly. After asking Xiao Er in detail, he carefully ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles worth two cents.As soon as the noodles were on the table, Jin Qian was even more aggrieved.I saw that the noodles in the bowl were as thick as a finger, and they would break when I pinched them. There were only a few malnourished green vegetables floating on the soup surface.

It's definitely not cheap.

Jin Qian secretly sighed inwardly, bit the bullet and started eating.

There is a saying that anyone who inquires about news and understands the situation must go to teahouses, restaurants and restaurants.Because there are a lot of people coming and going in these places, the so-called crowds are mixed, so the latest and fastest news can often be found in such places.

While fighting against the noodles with his cheeks, Jin Qian pricked up his ears to pay attention to the sounds around him, hoping to gain something.

But the bowl of noodles has bottomed out, and Jin Qian can't help but feel disappointed.

Don't people in this era know how to care about national affairs?Look, what nonsense gossip has been said for a long time.Widow Zhang on the West Street is writing Chinese characters again, Brother Li on the South Street is getting married, and the dog on the Back Street is in heat again... It's all a bunch of pornographic news, and the whole restaurant is almost buried in pink smoke.

Jin Qian, who couldn't bear it any longer, finally threw out two big coins angrily, and walked out.But before he could step out, a piece of news floated into Jinqian's ears—and it was a piece of news that almost made Jinqian fall to the ground.

"Recently, a strange news spread in Bianliang, the capital city."

"Oh? What news?"

"It seems that a woman who claims to be the original wife of the current consort went to Kaifeng to find her husband, and even sued Kaifeng Mansion."

"My son-in-law? Are you talking about the champion who won the first prize in the Golden Palace this year and was later recruited by the princess as a son-in-law?"

"Exactly, exactly."

"Brother, this is not a joke, how can the dignified son-in-law have an original wife?"

"That's why I say it's strange news. Besides, the Governor of Kaifeng didn't go to court to ask the case, so it must be just a rural rumor."

"I think so too..."

The following topics continued to return to the previous pornographic news, and the voice gradually became inaudible.

Jin Qian stood at the door for a long time, until Xiaoer came up to talk to him, then he recovered and left silently.

My God!What did I hear just now?Kaifeng mansion?Son-in-law?The original match of the son-in-law?

Walking to the side of the road, Jin Qian supported the wall with both hands, buried his head between his arms, and took a long time to breathe out.

Now I finally know what year this is.Although I can't tell the specific year, I don't know who the current emperor is.But with just three words of "Kaifeng Mansion", Jin Qian can sing a song to comment on the background of the age.

As the saying goes: There is a Bao Qingtian in Kaifeng...

Lao Bao, since we are fortunate enough to be here, it would be a bit unreasonable not to visit your old man, a famous historical figure!

The author has something to say: in history, the time when Lao Bao was in charge of Kaifeng Mansion was the first year of Jiayou (1056), but in Mo Xin’s article, Lao Bao had already become the governor of Kaifeng in the third year of Qingli (1043) .There is no way, Lao Bao traveled westward in the seventh year of Jiayou (1062), so we can’t let Lao Bao report to Yincao at the beginning of the story...

Therefore, Mo Xin's story may deviate from the real history, and hereby make a special statement not to confuse historical facts.This is also for the needs of the plot, readers, please turn your eyes and close your eyes.

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