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    Fearing that Shen Mo could not get used to the straw mat called tatami, Shen Jing and him went back to the main room, slept on the big bed, and talked all night.  When the two talked about studying, fighting, and catching birds together when they were young, those beautiful memories flowed like a clear stream, making the two of them talk about it so much, as if they were back to that youthful era.

    It turned out that I didn¡¯t go to bed until dawn, and I didn¡¯t get up until the sun was up. After a little freshening up, Nanako invited the two of them to the front hall for dinner.  Small wontons and beef vermicelli are all authentic Jiangnan flavors.

    Nanako looked nervously at Shen Mo and tasted a few chopsticks. After he showed a satisfied expression, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Although I have studied very seriously, I am still worried that the taste will be bad and make uncle angry."

    Silence praised: "It's already very good, and it's much worse than the craftsmanship in restaurants." He said with a smile: "I thought I could eat balls, grilled fish, natto and miso juice."

    "You know those things too? It's too crude." Shen Jing said with a smile: "It is estimated that the food our ancestors ate two thousand years ago was thinner than this."

    Nanako smiled and did not answer, and said to Shen Mo: "Mao Sang has come back and is sleeping in his room, saying that you can wake him up at any time."

    "Let's finish the meal," Shen Mo nodded and said, "Gao Ling, come with me to meet thisMao Sang."

    "It's still in the hut," Shen Jing said with a chuckle, "Okay."

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    In the afternoon, Shen Mo finally met Wang Zhi's adoptive son Mao Haifeng, a man in his thirties who was not tall, with big hands and feet, thick muscles, and a fierce complexion.

    Tilting his head to look at him for a while, Mao Haifeng sat down opposite Shen Mo with a loud voice, pressed his hands on the table and said, "Are you the official sent by Beijing to open the sea?"

    Silence didn't answer him, but just nodded slightly.

    The haughty attitude did not cause Mao Haifeng any displeasure, because in his opinion, court officials should be like this, and if the silence is too enthusiastic, he will look down on him.

    "Why are you so young?" Mao Haifeng curled his lips and said, "Can you count if you say so?"

    "Yes." Shen Mo nodded and said a word.

    "Really?" Mao Haifeng said in disbelief, "You won't play tricks on me, will you?"

    "My name is Shen Mo." Shen Mo said lightly: "Have you heard of this name?"

    Mao Haifeng was stunned: "Is that Shen Zhuoyan who won six dollars in a row?"

    "That's right." Shen Mo nodded slightly and said, "Do you need to prove that I am Shen Mo?"

    Mao Haifeng's attitude suddenly took a big turn, and he became a little cautious. He stood up at a loss and said, "No need, who doesn't know that Shen Liushou is suave, young and handsome? This is the match, the match."

    Mo Mo didn't expect his name to be so famous, so he couldn't help being a little happy, of course he didn't show it on his face, pointing to the opposite stool and said: "Sit down and talk."

    "Hey, sit down and talk, sit down and talk." Mao Haifeng hurriedly nodded and sat down, looked at the silence with admiration on his face and said, "Didn't you say it earlier, if you knew it was you, I would have gone to visit early in the morning."

    This silence felt strange, and asked: "Do you often hear people mention me?"

    "Of course," Mao Haifeng said excitedly, "You are the first of the four great talents of the Ming Dynasty. Those good friends talk about you all day long, saying that if they can meet you, they would rather give you money."

    Silence is sweating After a long time of trouble, it turned out that it was because of his reputation in the brothel industry. He looked at this Mao Haifeng calmly, wanting to see if he was pretending to be stupid to make himself happy.

    However, Mao Haifeng's excited face was all lit up, and he looked at him adoringly, and even the silence was so deep, he couldn't figure out the details, and he couldn't help but muttered secretly: 'Is it really wise and stupid?  Or is it really like what Hu Zongxian said, a little bit two?  ¡¯Looking at Shen Jing, Shen Jing curled his lips, meaning that this guy has always been so unreliable, just get used to it.

    Ordinarily, as the chief negotiator, he shouldn¡¯t have this level of IQ, but thinking about Wang Zhi¡¯s innocence when he was young, he was silent and didn¡¯t dare to conclude that the other party was cheating, so he asked slowly, ¡°I haven¡¯t consulted Brother Mao¡¯s platform yet.  just."

    Mao Haifeng's face was dull for a moment, and he suddenly said: "Ask me about my watch name? I didn't have that at first, but later my godfather changed my name to Wang Ao, and named me Haitian."

    "Good name and good characters," Mo Mo praised: "It has momentum."

    "But you should always call me Haifeng," Mao Haifeng shy?Intuitively, Suzhou Prefecture, which is the country¡¯s granary, should be full of rice fields, but I can only see large areas of mulberry trees in the countryside in the city and in the fields on the mountains.  Even in the fields, mulberry is planted here and there, and its planting area is far larger than the planting of rice and wheat and other food crops.

    ? No wonder people now say ¡®Huguang is ripe, the world is full¡¯, Shen Mo couldn¡¯t help sighing: ¡®It turns out that Suzhou doesn¡¯t grow much food anymore, it¡¯s time to play with cash crops.  ¡¯ This mulberry tree can neither be eaten nor worn, but the people in Wuzhong are fanatical in planting it, which must be profitable.  Mo Mo couldn't help sighing secretly: "I have always heard that Japanese pirates prefer raw silk to gold and silver when they rob. It seems that there is indeed a big market for this kind of thing."  '

    This is of course, he only saw that there are more than 30 factories in Wujiang County, and even ordinary people basically have several looms for as many women as they have.  As for the men, they all went to work in the silk reeling and weaving factories run by big households.  Shen Mo asked the reason. It was said that on the one hand, the factory did not accept women, and on the other hand, because small households were limited in the amount of raw silk, a few looms were enough, and there was no need for men to be at home.

    Silence was indeed shocked, and he repeatedly said to himself: ¡®This is the legendary sprout of capitalism, right?  ¡¯ Can I nurture it to grow?  Or can't change its fate of never growing up?

    All the way to the north, seeing scenes that made him unforgettable, the sense of responsibility in Shen Mo's heart increased a little bit-if he had been struggling to find a way to change history, now, he finally stood there  In front of the door, he really felt a new kind of power bursting out. Although it was difficult to predict the danger of the future, at the bottom line, he saw hope and found a direction¡ª¡ª

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