On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, there were only two days left until New Year's Eve. Zhujiagou was full of laughter and colorful ribbons flying, and there were also crackling firecrackers. However, in this era, there was no tradition of setting off firecrackers for weddings, but because the New Year happened to be approaching. That’s all.
Moreover, there were no actual firecrackers in this era. They just used long bamboo poles to burn section by section and make continuous explosion sounds.
Although it was just a concubine, the Li family showed enough respect. It was not just a small sedan being carried in from the side door. Although there were no six etiquettes, it was still a lively event. Ling Jing was specially invited to be the matchmaker.
Mrs. Zhu is not opposed to her son taking concubines, not to mention that she also knows that her son's status is now very different from last year. Although there are still many obstacles in front of him, marrying a noble girl in the future is not an extravagant hope... However, she has to wait. .
The process was relatively simple. With a wave of his hand, Li Shan set up a flowing mat in the grain drying field, regardless of whether the money in his family's warehouse was sufficient.
One of them actually came up to drink Li Shan's wine, but Li Shan drank it in turn and made them dizzy... The most convenient thing for Li Shan today is to get this kind of white wine as clear as water!
This time, the alcohol used was slightly lower than the liquor in the white pottery pot, but despite this, there were also many drunk young people on the grain drying field.
"This is the kind of wine we sell." Li Shan explained in a low voice: "It is made in a black clay pot and decorated with plum blossom shapes on the bottle. The price is not expensive, it is about the same as Sanlejiang."
"Sanlejiang is the most expensive of Chang'an's famous wines." Ling Jing snorted, "There are no poems on it?"
"Well, there are two sentences."
Ling Jing smiled and said, "Did you hear it in Lingnan again?"
"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone is boring." Li Shanqian laughed twice, "After all, two pots of wine, drinking alone is boring."
Ling Jing tasted the product and sighed: "Is there a complete version?"
"The whole story is a bit long..." Li Shan blinked, this was something he was sure would not be caught... Li Bai was still young before he was born!
Well, after being unable to judge whether the inventory in his mind should be released by consulting poetry collections, Li Shan targeted poets who must not have been born yet.
Such as Li Bai, such as Du Fu, such as Bai Juyi.
However, Du Fu's poems use many allusions and are too melancholy, which is not consistent with Li Shan's age.
Bai Juyi's poems are easy to understand, but their style was not high in the early Tang Dynasty.
Therefore, Li Shan targeted Li Bai as his main target.
"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date."
"Raise a glass to the bright moon and make three people in the shadows."
"The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me."
"For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring."
"My singing moon wanders, my dancing shadows are scattered."
"We make love together when we are awake, and we separate when we are drunk."
"We will never travel without love, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan."
Ling Jing watched with his own eyes as Li Shan copied the poem on paper, murmured it several times, and sighed: "A person drinking alone, inviting the moon to drink with him, seems to be enjoying himself, but in fact he is lonely."
"Why are you so emotional at such a young age?"
Li Shan coughed twice, "It's not my nephew's work, it was in Lingnan..."
"That's it, that's all."
Seeing Ling Jing turn around and leave expressionlessly, Xiao Man, who was grinding his ink aside, asked curiously: "Lang Jun, Mr. Ling is..."
Li Shan felt a little guilty. After all, he was a medical student. Although he liked poetry, he didn't know the weight of these poems... Come to think of it, none of the poems he memorized was a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages.
Obviously, Ling Jing, who was still thinking about whether to ghostwrite, was hit a bit hard.
Ling Jing has now figured it out. If there is anything difficult to explain about this guy... he will blame it all on Lingnan.
In fact, Su's mother once insinuated that Li Shan had never met Sun Simiao in Lingnan, let alone studied medicine with Sun Simiao as his teacher.
Hey, from now on it will be better to show the saint in front of fewer people, Li Shan thought to himself, this is not in line with his policy of doing things for a while, and there is only so much stock!
However, although Li Bai was selected, this man's poems are obviously not suitable for use in the Jinshi examination... Otherwise, this guy's history would be so miserable.
Li Shan still hasn't decided which song to use...but he decided to use the chief's one!
Anyway, in his thinking mode, longer writing...should mean higher level.
Probably?
"Will enter the wine"?
This seems not suitable for use in the examination room. What I see on the examination paper is that all the sages from ancient times are lonely. Only the drinkers leave their names. I see what I see in life. You must rejoice to the fullest. Don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon... unless you are the one who evaluates the paper. Also an old drunkard.
"The Road to Shu is Difficult"?
I have never been to Shu at all. What would I say if others asked me?
"Sleepwalking Tianmu Yin Farewell"?
That's all, An Neng has to bend his waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy... Why are you taking the imperial examination!
Li Bai's poems are all so virtuous. Later generations will sound wanton and free. But when people read them... let's change them!
"Pipa Xing"?
It seems to be a narrative, but it is actually about emotions, which is a bit different from my own personality.
"Song of Everlasting Sorrow"?
Forget it... Yang Yuhuan is not born yet.
After thinking about it for a while, Li Shan stopped thinking about it. Let's talk about it later. He has to do business now!
As soon as she entered the door, Mrs. Zhou nervously stood up from the edge of the bed, first curtsied and saluted, and then came up to help Li Shan take off his fur coat. Xiao Man beside her pouted... This was her job before.
What makes Xiaoman most unhappy is...he and his husband used to sleep on this bed, but now they have to change it!
Mrs. Zhou personally brought over a bowl of sobering soup, and took Xiao Man to serve her. After saying a few words of soft words, Xiao Man obeyed.
Li Shan took a sip of the hangover soup and looked at this scene with a smile. He had noticed a long time ago that Mr. Zhou seemed to be unworthy of publicity. Whenever something happened or there were many people, his face would turn red. In fact, he was a little thoughtful. of.
Although Xiaoman is quirky, cute and loved by Li Shan, he doesn't have deep thoughts.
"Let's take a shower first." Li Shan yawned and signaled Xiaoman to get out.
You can't go to the battlefield now. This year is 14, and it will be the 15th of the New Year. You will have to wait for at least a year before you can break the melon.
But Mrs. Zhou carefully looked at Li Shan's eyes and whispered, "Lang Jun, maybe you can ask your sister to help wash your hair?"
Li Shan didn't care, as long as he didn't go to the battlefield.
The wooden barrels on the side were ready, and the fire in the kitchen was not extinguished. Two servant women came over carrying buckets of water.
After closing the door, Li Shan lay comfortably in the tub and leaned over as usual. Zhou helped him rub his body while Xiaoman untied his bun from behind and washed his long hair carefully.
Speaking of which, when Li Shan traveled to this era, the most inconvenient thing in his life was his long hair. It was too troublesome to wash it. He wished he could shave his head and get a wig.
Seeing that Xiaoman still refused to leave, Li Shan straightened up and carried Mr. Zhou into the bathtub.
Two consecutive exclamations came. The first one was from Mrs. Zhou who was startled, and the second one was from Xiaoman who was covering his eyes and running out, saying that he was about to get a needle eye.
That night, the mandarin ducks were paired up under the quilt, and Li Shan kept tossing it until midnight.
Li Shan got up late the next day. He had no choice but to plow the fields, only the cows were exhausted.
