"Ladies of Pyong Kang Square, take a break. It's time for us to go up."
A student took a red packet and wanted to perform on such a beautiful night.
He went up to a stage, sat in front of a guqin, and bent his fingers to play.
He sang, "Sunset slanted fragrant hall, beautiful palace of time. Cold words to the winter snow, warmth to the spring breeze. The steps are rich with plum, flowers curled with candlelight. Celebrating the new year, welcoming and sending off all night. "
This was a poem written by Li Shimin. It was written for tonight, to stay up for the new year.
"Good, good!" The audience shouted, although they didn't really understand.
The other students thought of poems as fast as they could to see if they could use someone else's poem or if they could compose one themselves.
The six stages suddenly had more students. The people of Nanqu went to the side to drink light wine and eat some food.
Some students didn't have time to write poems, so they went up to play the flute or the pipa. They were all multi-talented.
The 42 students who came last year were especially outstanding. They stayed for a long time and brought their families, so there was less worry.
At the same time, they communicated with each other. Some questions were asked to Li Yi, and Li Yi answered.
Li Yi could always hit the nail on the head, including some content about the Four Books and Five Classics.
He looked at the imperial examination materials of the Ming Dynasty. The imperial examination of the Ming Dynasty was no longer a normal examination.
Take a few words out of one sentence and a paragraph out of another.
Together, this was the imperial examination of the Ming Dynasty.
The students of the Ming Dynasty studied the eight-legged essay until they were obsessed.
The most important thing was that nutrition kept up. With meat and vegetables, the body was healthy, and the memory and analysis ability were strong.
The 220 students who came later had their bodies adjusted. When they studied, they didn't feel tired often and didn't have to worry about illness.
The villagers watched and listened. They suddenly realized that their Zhuangzi was very powerful. There were so many scholars.
Those who had just arrived today, oh, it was yesterday. Those who had just arrived yesterday were dazzled by the sight.
They had been in a state of shock. It was already good to have some meat dumplings for the New Year's Eve dinner. If there was fish, the whole year would be different.
In the end, their Zhuangzi ate barbecue and hot pot. Eating dumplings and rice cakes was symbolic.
Vegetables in winter didn't cost money? He ate as much as he liked. After dipping the cut mutton rolls in the soup, the smell of oil was extraordinary.
There was also a group of beautiful women from Pyong Kang Square who came to perform. Dongzhu personally went up to sing and play.
Fireworks that had never been seen before bloomed one after another in the sky. It was too beautiful. He had just arrived and he already received a red packet.
Now, a large number of students were going on stage. How much foundation did Zhuangzi have?
After a few sips of wine, he was already drunk.
The children looked at the other children and reached for dried fruits, preserved fruits, black pears that had been melted in cold water, as well as fresh watermelons and cantaloupe pieces.
The woman who was looking at the child was at a loss. She wanted to hit the child and tell him not to take things casually, but then she realized that the children of the other villagers were very casual.
They knew that the food their families had tonight was not something they could have bought with the money they earned in the past year.
So some people pinched their legs, their arms, their children.
She pinched the child until he cried out in pain. She was also in pain. She was sure that she wasn't dreaming.
"Husband, in the future, you have to do as Dongzhu says." A woman said nervously to her husband.
"I know. Do I need you to tell me that? If I get kicked out, I'll lose everything. The child still has to study."
The man was also afraid that he would do something wrong and make Dongzhu angry.
On the other side, the supervisor of the Imperial Plantation, Wang Xing, was giving out red packets to the villagers and their subordinates.
The subordinates were from the palace, but the villagers were not. The land of the Imperial Plantation was rented to the tenants.
"After the New Year, I'll find the students from Li Dongzhu and Zhuangzi to teach your children." Wang Xing said as he gave out a red packet.
"Supervisor Wang, you won't leave next year, right? Go to a better position. "Some villagers were worried.
This year, they raised poultry, planted mushrooms and wood ears, and sold steamed pot chicken. They had earned a lot of money.
They were afraid that if Wang Xing was promoted and someone else came, they would not be able to get along well with Li Dongzhu. Their days of waiting would be over again.
"Leave?" Wang Xing's voice became louder, "I won't be going. I'll be guarding Zhuangzi. Li Dongzhu has already informed me."
"Great!" The villagers cheered.
Wang Xing revealed a proud expression, "So it turns out that managing the Imperial Plantation is a tough job. Now that I'm in charge of the Imperial Plantation, no one can compete with me."
At this moment, the person he was most grateful to was King Song, Li Chengqi. If King Song didn't come that day and visit Zhuangzi, all these wouldn't have happened.
Song De urged them to go to sleep. Don't stay overnight. Zhuangzi still has to be operated tomorrow.
"Go back and sleep. You can't stay here any longer in case you get too excited. Yes, Dongzhu said that you might die suddenly. If that happens, even Dongzhu wouldn't be able to save you."
Song De explained the situation to the newly arrived soldiers and told them to go home.
The soldiers were very obedient and brought their families back home.
Lying on the bed and looking at the dim light shining in from the window, he thought about many things and fell asleep.
Li Yi also went to sleep. He had to ensure that his body was in good condition at all times.
When the sun shone on the first day of the Lunar New Year, the remaining quarter of the villagers went back to sleep in a daze.
Zhuangzi was revived once again.
Li Yi, who had slept for eight hours, felt refreshed. He looked at the official robes hanging on the wall and shook his head, "I'm not going to attend the court assembly. It's cold and boring."
"Brother Yi, Brother Yi, I'm here to see you." Li Yi put the infusion bottle on the child and asked the palace maid to look after him. When he arrived at the canteen, Li Chengqi arrived.
"Big brother, are you resting?" Li Yi looked at his big brother to see if he had any dark circles. If he did, he would arrange for him to sleep after the meal.
"I slept for more than six hours. Brother Yi, I have a question. What should I do if there are worms in the rice?"
Li Chengqi asked while holding the leftover chicken bone soup from last night's hotpot.
"There are worms in winter?" Li Yi expressed his disbelief. Where did the rice go? Was it on the radiator?
"The worms came out after autumn. No one took care of that warehouse. The day before yesterday, someone reported that the worms will come back to life again after spring."
Li Chengqi said while gritting his teeth. Obviously, he had taught the guards a lesson.
"Put them under the sun." Li Yi gave a solution.
"Can they be dried under the sun in winter?" Li Chengqi expressed his disbelief.
"Use star anise and put them in packs. Peppercorns and pepper can also be used. Put them in now and let them dry when the weather is hot. "
Li Yi gave a useful solution.
"What about the hollowed rice grains and the worms and eggs that died inside?" Li Chengqi still had a question.
"Then they can only be made into rice noodles. Qi Min Yao Shu has it." Li Yi said another food.
It was impossible to make them into feed for poultry and livestock.
"Qi Min Yao Shu again?" Li Chengqi was depressed. "Why are there so many problems?"
Li Yi lowered his head and ate the dumplings. He did not answer this question. If I told you about Qi Min Yao Shu, you could at least find the book.
If I told you about Tian Gong Kai Wu, where would you find it?
"Is this the leftover soup from last night's hotpot?" Li Chengqi stopped thinking about Qi Min Yao Shu and suddenly thought of the soup.
"Steward Song added tofu and dried vegetables to the leftover soup and sent it to the Grief Tian Square in the morning. I only knew about it when I woke up. Otherwise, I wouldn't have sent it. "
Li Yi mentioned the soup from last night's hotpot. There were no vegetables or meat. Everyone ate it while boiling for fear of wasting it.
There was oil on the meat and the soup was made from bones and chicken. The farmer did not want to eat it but felt that it was a pity to throw it away. Therefore, he added something to give to others.
Li Yi was very angry, but it was too late.
"You're kind-hearted." Li Chengqi felt that it was good and asked, "Is it bad for your health?"
Li Yi shook his head. "Impossible. It's boiled again. I just feel that it's disrespectful."
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