Guide to traveling through the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 1144 Postscript 1 This Ming Dynasty is a bit strange

Chapter 1144 Postscript 1·This Ming Dynasty is a bit strange

Xie Yan sat cross-legged on the bed and looked up at the top of the mosquito net.

Covered by a mosquito net, there was a large carved bed, which seemed to be worth a lot of money.

Did I travel through time?

Xie Yan looked down at his clothes again, which looked a bit like a shirt. The material is excellent and feels smooth, as if it is made of silk.

Xie Yan was a little confused.

He was an ordinary question-answer from a small town who didn't understand anything when filling in his application for the college entrance examination. I don’t know where my father found an expert, and he analyzed everything and then filled in the civil engineering project in a daze.

During my internship, I happened to catch up with the last wave of real estate boom, and prices were rising all over the country to remove inventory. Although he worked hard and the wages were low, Xie Yan could still see hope after all.

In the second year after he became a full-time construction worker, the epidemic hit.

Xie Yan took off his construction clothes, took off his safety helmet, and put on a yellow robe full of grievances. He taught himself programming while delivering food, planning to transform from an honorable worker to an equally honorable farmer.

Coders are also farmers.

Obviously, the food delivery guys don’t have much time to study, so they are too tired to ride on a small electric donkey.

During the epidemic, Xie Yan read a lot of online novels, including historical novels. But with his historical knowledge, he is not qualified to argue with people online.

So, which dynasty is this?

He touched the top of his head and saw that his hair was still there, so it probably wasn't the Qing Dynasty.

Xie Yan looked everywhere for his clothes, but couldn't find them on the bed. He opened the mosquito net and found a pair of slippers on the low coffee table in front of the bed.

It's short and long, it shouldn't be a coffee table, right?

Xie Yan picked up the slippers and looked at them carefully. They were similar to modern styles. The soles are made of layers of hemp rope, and the contact surface of the heels actually has a layer of leather. It seems that the family I traveled through time was very wealthy.

There is a high stool next to the bed, and a set of clothes on the stool.

Not only were the clothes folded neatly, but the coat was placed on the bottom layer, making it easy for him to pick up the inner layer and put it on.

This thing also looks a bit like a shirt.

So what I'm wearing are pajamas?

As expected of a wealthy family in ancient times, they were so particular about their clothes.

After studying for a long time, Xie Yan put it on layer by layer. He was a self-taught person and actually put it on correctly, as if he still retained some of the daily habits of this body.

He didn't know much about Hanfu and couldn't recognize what these clothes were called.

The coat didn't even have buttons, it looked a bit like a windbreaker made of silk. It can be worn open or tied with a string at the waist.

After getting dressed, Xie Yan began to walk around the bedroom, and a floor-to-ceiling mirror caught his attention.

Was there such a big glass mirror in ancient times?

Xie Yan suddenly remembered the content in the novel. It seemed that ancient glass mirrors contained mercury.

There must be so much mercury in such a big mirror that it can poison someone!

At this moment, Xie Yan saw another clock.

It is not the Qing Dynasty, and there is a clock. It must have been brought by missionaries in the late Ming Dynasty.

Late Ming Dynasty?

Xie Yan was stunned for a moment. Dorgon was not going to kill him soon, was he?

Damn it!

Xie Yan could no longer care about his parents who missed him in another time and space, and a fear of the known history enveloped his whole body. All he wants to know now is whether he is in the south or the north, and whether the emperor at this moment is Wanli or Chongzhen.

Based on his mastery of the history of the Ming Dynasty, he could only remember Wanli and Chongzhen in the late Ming Dynasty. He knew that there were two emperors in between, but he forgot what their reign names were.

Hey, between Wanli and Chongzhen, were there two or three emperors?

Xie Yan faced the clock and thought hard for a long time, and finally remembered a carpenter emperor. It seems to be Chongzhen's brother, his name is Tianqi.

Damn it, I can neither govern a country nor lead an army to fight, so why did I travel to the late Ming Dynasty?

When the Eight Banners soldiers arrived, they surrendered and counted the ball.

But in novels written in the late Ming Dynasty, those Eight Banners soldiers burned, killed, and looted, and often even spared the surrendered gentry.

"Eaaah!"

The bedroom door was pushed open, and a girl came in with medicine and shouted in surprise: "Can the husband go to the ground?"

"Who are you……"

As soon as he uttered these two words, Xie Yan suddenly shut up.

He found that what he said and what the girl said were not Mandarin, and he didn't know where the dialect came from.

The girl put the tray down, picked up the medicine bowl and blew on it again and again.

Xie Yan looked at no one outside the house and asked tentatively: "What's wrong with me?"

The girl sighed: "Master, don't you still remember things? You and the Zhang family's eldest son went out on the street and were hit by a car rushing out. You have been drinking medicine for the past few days, and you are so confused that you don't even recognize your family."

"oh."

Xie Yan felt relieved for a moment, not afraid of being suspected if he said something wrong, and asked again: "What year is this? Well... I mean the year number."

"The third year of Jiaqing. What's wrong?" the girl answered casually.

Xie Yan took the initiative to replace Jiajing, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

He knew that Jiaqing was a cousin of Emperor Zhengde. He had read "The Ming Dynasty 1566" and it was still early before the Qing army entered the country at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

After thinking about it, Xie Yan felt something was strange. The one in the TV series seemed to be called Jiajing.

Jiajing, Jiajing, every house is clean.

After thinking hard, Xie Yan finally realized that Emperor Jiaqing seemed to be Cixi's husband.

That’s not right. Isn’t Cixi’s husband Daoguang?

Xie Yan was suddenly shocked. Jiaqing should be the emperor of the Qing Dynasty. I have hair on my head, so I won’t be making trouble in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom right now, right? He is probably a child of a wealthy family in the territory of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

It was the end of the Qing Dynasty, so no wonder there were such big glass mirrors.

But it's still not right. If it was the territory of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, the maid should answer Hong Xiuquan's reign title.

The girl stared at Xie Yan and finished drinking the medicine, then picked up the bowl and walked out, admonishing: "My dear, don't walk around. I'll go and inform my wife."

Xie Yan's mind was in a mess now, because he thought of Emperor Xianfeng again. It seemed that it was Emperor Xianfeng who suppressed the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

So, who is Cixi's husband?

Xie Yan walked to the window in a daze. There was a writing desk with four treasures of the study and several books on the desk.

He glanced at the cover of the top book, and it was printed with four big characters "Australia Travel Notes".

It's over, it's indeed the Qing Dynasty, and it's the late Qing Dynasty.

Otherwise, how would the Ming Dynasty know Australia?

But what was the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty, Emperor Jiaqing? Was he Cixi's husband!

Xie Yan began to regret choosing science. If he had studied liberal arts, he would definitely know.

He flipped the book open and read. The author was Xia Changyong, and Xie Yan had no impression of this person.

And the preface reads: "In the eleventh year of Dingtai, I went to Southeast Asia at the invitation of a friend..."

Seeing this, Xie Yan was stunned. What was the reign title of Dingtai?

Was there an Emperor Dingtai in the Qing Dynasty?

I wouldn't have traveled to an imaginary world!

There were hurried footsteps outside, and a middle-aged woman came in. When she saw him, she was full of joy and said, "Liu Lang, you can finally walk! Where does your body still hurt? Does your head still hurt?"

Xie Yan immediately covered his forehead: "I still have a headache, and I can't remember anything."

The middle-aged woman hurriedly pulled him to sit down: "The doctor said that you have a head injury, and acupuncture and medicine have been used to dissolve the blood stasis. Don't use your brain these days, and you will recover slowly. Don't you remember anyone?"

Xie Yan pretended to think, then covered his head and said with a painful face: "I can't remember, I get a headache when I think about things."

The middle-aged woman was very distressed: "Oh, my poor son, if you can't remember, don't think about it. Wait until the evening, when your father and your brother and sister go home, you can recognize them again at that time."

"Mom, I remember." Xie Yan said.

The middle-aged woman smiled and said, "Where did you learn it from? You don't call mom anymore, but mother."

Xie Yan looked confused. Didn't people call mother in ancient times?

The mother and son chatted for a while, and Xie Yan roughly understood the family situation.

He had a father who worked, but he didn't know what he did.

The eldest brother stayed in his hometown, and this was not their hometown.

The second brother and sister were both studying in this city.

He was the third child in the family, but the sixth child among his cousins, so his mother always called him Liu Lang.

His mother was afraid that he would be tired, so she quickly took everyone away and left a boy to accompany him.

The boy was fifteen or sixteen years old, and his name was Wang Sheng.

Xie Yan asked, "Are you my book boy?"

Wang Sheng smiled and said, "I am your partner. My grandfather's generation followed the old man and worked as a servant in the Xie family. I have been your partner since I was a child. Book boys provide books and ink for the elders. We are called partners when we grow up together."

Xie Yan became more and more confused: "Do partners mean playing together?"

Wang Sheng said, "Playing together and studying together. The prime minister of the current dynasty and his childhood friend studied together and passed the imperial examination together. This matter has been passed down as a good story. You also made an agreement with me that we will pass the imperial examination together. Did you forget this?"

Xie Yan could only ask carefully, but fortunately Wang Sheng did not doubt anything.

In this seemingly imaginary world, servants can also take the imperial examination, and servants must sign a contract. The maximum contract period is five years, and it must be renewed when it expires.

However, in the past few decades, more and more people have been servants for generations. Because they are more convenient to use over time, employers and employees are willing to renew the contract indefinitely, and even the next generation will work as servants in this family.

Of course, once a servant passes the imperial examination, the master-servant contract must be terminated immediately, and the employer may not ask for liquidated damages.

So there are some tyrannical employers who will not allow their son's friends to take the imperial examination, no matter how well they study. Such matters can be sued. In principle, the imperial examination cannot be blocked, but in fact the government is too lazy to care.

There are also some far-sighted employers who encourage their servants to take the imperial examination, and even subsidize their servants to study for the imperial examination.

Wang Sheng said: "Some time ago, there was still a quarrel in the newspapers. Moral people called for the abolition of child labor, and that employment contracts should not be signed under the age of twelve, saying that the child labor in the factory was in a miserable situation. They also wanted to abolish domestic servants, and no one was allowed to employ children under the age of twelve."

"Factory? Newspaper?"

Xie Yan's eyes lit up when he heard it: "Where is the newspaper?"

Wang Sheng said: "In the study of my husband."

Xie Yan shared a study with his second brother and sister. Because he wanted to keep privacy, he often took books and pens back to his bedroom.

When he arrived at the study, Xie Yan was stunned instantly.

On the wall hung a picture of the "Ming Dynasty Territory Map"!

Xie Yan turned his head and asked, "What dynasty is this?"

"Ming Dynasty." Wang Sheng said.

Xie Yan asked again, "Which dynasty was before Ming Dynasty?"

"Song, Liao, Northern and Southern Dynasties." Wang Sheng said.

"What was before that?" Xie Yan asked.

Wang Sheng said, "Sui, Tang and Five Dynasties."