The rain during the plum rainy season in Qiaozhou can soak away the soft bones, but it cannot soak away the ghosts and ghosts in the hearts of the people in the old alleys.
Zhang Yanqing woke up from a pool of blood in the Yanqing Pavilion of the Southern Song Dynasty and became the fake daughter of the Zhang family for twenty years - first her stepmother held a stick to press for debts, and later her step-sister threw stones to kill her. In her arms, only half a piece of hot peach wood clapper and a torn piece of paper were written "Back Lane of Braised Meat Stalls". She hid her family background, which could make the emperor bow his head to borrow money. She wore a washed-white blue cloth gown and pretended to be poor in the old alleys of Fu'anli. However, she did not expect that the water pipe repairman Tan Shanjian would always talk about "my Yanqing", and there was something hidden in the copper lock. The key to the Lingmai Bank; the simple drawing of the mute shoemaker Zhang Guanqi is touching, but cannot hide the shadow behind his eyes; even the real daughter Zhang Xiaomei, who sells braised food, has the formula of the Taoist talisman mixed in the spices.
Half a piece of peach wood wakes up old memories in the old alley, and an erhu disperses the evil spirits in people's minds. When the secrets of the spiritual veins of the Southern Song Dynasty collided with the fireworks of the modern market, when the conspiracy hidden under the shoe repair stall, the blood debt deep in the bank, and the obsession of the descendants of the secret guard pavilion were revealed layer by layer, Zhang Yanqing understood: the warmth in the old alley is the talk of Shanshan. The hot buns handed over while repairing the water pipes are the clues hidden in the soles of Zhang Guanqi's shoes, and the thoughts accumulated by the little man in the hard days; and the coldness in the old alley is that the human heart is more unpredictable than the spiritual pulse, and the obsession is more hurtful than the evil spirit.
She was once the legitimate daughter of an extremely wealthy man, but now she just wants to play the erhu in the tavern, but she has to pick up the mahogany wooden box to protect her spiritual veins, the old alley, and the man who is always afraid that her bath will leak when repairing the water pipes. After all, in this world, gold and silver are not as good as a bowl of hot porridge under the old locust tree, and high-ranking officials are not as good as talking about palms in the mountains.
The writing is very exquisite😊hehe