"The princes are at peace."
A calm and calm voice sounded, followed by sitting down, polite greetings, and greetings.
During this period, Jiang Sheng secretly raised his head and took a look. He felt that the man on the dragon chair was ordinary. He had neither a handsome appearance nor an unparalleled domineering look. Instead, he looked a bit like the uncle selling vegetables in the neighboring village.
That uncle didn't have much ambition. He just wanted to make money to survive, save a dowry for his daughter, send his son to school, and buy clothes for his wife.
He always said, "Life is a good life. You don't have too many extravagant expectations. If you think too much, you will get tired easily."
Jiang Sheng understood this deeply.
In the past, it was enough to eat enough, but later I had to work hard to make money. Now it is even more difficult, and I have to compete with others for wits and courage.
The little girl held her chin, watching the food falling on the table like water, seeing the flowers and beauties surrounded, listening to the congratulations and congratulations from all parties, but what she was thinking about was the two beggars fighting over half a piece of steamed bun to their death.
I think the people in Shilipu Village can only eat two mouthfuls of meat during the Chinese New Year. They have to taste it carefully on the tip of their tongues and let it melt before they are willing to swallow it.
I think of the smoke from the cooking pots in the secular world, and I think of brothers and sisters talking freely when they get together.
Unlike now, everyone has a dignified posture, and they have to "report to the emperor" when they say something, and they are cautious about what they say and do for fear of being caught.
Sure enough, that sentence is correct. The life a person lives in childhood determines his thoughts for half his life.
Jiang Sheng lowered his eyes, looked at the big elbow that had obviously cooled down, and asked in a low voice, "Xiaoyu, no one has touched these meals, what will happen after the banquet is over?"
"It will be thrown away." Jiang Chengyu was slightly startled, a little unsure, "It may be eaten by the palace maids and eunuchs, or thrown to the beggars outside the city."
The last words sounded comforting.
Jiang Sheng smiled, feeling a little sorry for the big elbow, but even more sorry for the hungry beggars, and for the common people who couldn't eat meat.
But she is no longer the little girl who first entered Fengjing.
In the past, when she looked at the imperial city, she would lament the vastness of the area, would want to give it to beggars to live in, and would think it was empty and wasteful.
That was Jiang Sheng standing at the bottom, only aware of the hardships of people's livelihood, but unaware of the sufferings of the upper class.
No matter how empty the imperial city is, it is impossible for beggars to live in it. Only with enough money and status can nobility be built up. Only when the position of the Tianjia is secure can the Dayu Dynasty be stable.
It would be a pity to throw away these meaty dishes, but distributing them to ordinary people will only attract countless lazy people. Everyone is waiting to pick up delicious food, and no one will work hard.
In the end, it was still the foundation of the entire dynasty that was affected.
Something can happen that proves necessary.
Some things can exist and prove to be justified.
But if waste can be reduced, the benefits will ultimately outweigh the disadvantages.
Jiang Sheng was so immersed in his own thoughts that he didn't see Uncle Jiang in front of him, he hesitated to speak and turned his head several times.
"Master, what's wrong with you?" the second lady asked in a low voice, "Is there acne on your butt?"
Being able to raise two children with unruly personalities shows that Mrs. Jiang Er is also a wonderful person.
On the other hand, Jiang Jizong, who had always been serious, turned slightly red. After making sure that no one else heard, he gritted his teeth and said, "Madam, this is a palace banquet."
"You still know it's a palace banquet." Mrs. Jiang Er sat up straight.
Jiang Jizong shut up. Of course he knew about the palace banquet. It was at the palace banquet that he could put aside the wat board and see clearly the true face of the fifth prince in Lushan.
The result is not known until you see it, but you will be shocked when you see it.
According to legend, the face of the fifth prince who returned from recuperation looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere but had no impression of it.
If it were anyone else, they wouldn't be able to remember.
However, everyone in Jiang's family knew that Xiao Jiang Sheng's brother was lost and they were sadly looking for him.
The two factors were connected in series, and Jiang Jizong couldn't help but feel suspicious in his heart. Jiang Jizong turned around several times, thinking about whether to remind his niece.
But before he could make a decision, Tianjia, who was sitting on the dragon throne, coughed twice and brought the banquet to the main topic, "I am able to hold the Spring Appreciation Banquet this time, thanks to... thanks to a few beloved ladies."
The head of the Fang family, who was waiting for praise, retreated from his smile.
Chang Yan, who slowly opened his eyes, raised his eyebrows.
"Several loved ones have the courage to donate money and have made outstanding contributions to driving away the Tartars from the frontier. We are hereby organizing a spring banquet to comfort our loved ones." Tianjia said with a smile on his face.
How many people love you when you open your mouth, and how many people love you when you keep your mouth shut, but I won’t say which ones.
Patriarch Fang and Patriarch Zhu looked at each other, hesitantly wondering whether they should stand up and take credit.
Chang Yan narrowed his eyes, ready to stand up at any moment.
He could not prevent the Spring Festival Banquet from happening, nor could he stop the Tian family from raising money for the frontier warriors, but he could try to prevent the Fang family from profiting and prepare for the fermentation of imperial examination fraud.
Of course, it would be far better if other aristocratic families could stand up than if he stepped forward himself.
Chang Yan glanced casually, originally trying to spy on his sister, but he didn't want to fall into Jiang Jizong's deep eyes.
One filled with inquiry.
A silent response.
Judging from the extent of the fifth brother's public appearance, not many people in the Fengjing family can recognize him. If he insists on denying it, there is nothing anyone can do.
But thinking about Jiang Sheng's relationship with the Jiang family, Chang Yan still smiled back.
It's a gesture of goodwill and a response.
Regardless of whether the Jiang family seizes the direct heir or not, they will not tolerate the Fang family becoming powerful.
There is only so much meat that the officialdom can eat. If the Fang family eats too much, other aristocratic families will naturally have to spit it out.
The battle of interests happened in an instant.
Jiang Jizong's thoughts flashed through his mind, and he stood up with cupped hands, "This is to inform your Majesty, I heard His Highness the Fifth Highness's advice that day and felt deeply about it. I hereby donate 20,000 taels of silver. I hope Your Majesty will not disapprove."
Obviously both the Fang family and the fifth prince mentioned it, but as soon as these words came out, it seemed that all the credit went to the fifth prince alone.
Some people were surprised, some curled their lips, and some were confused.
The Tian family raised their eyebrows, as if they did not expect the Jiang family to say this, but they still nodded happily, "Ai Qing, you are thoughtful. The frontier soldiers will thank you."
With this beginning, subsequent donations continued naturally.
The Dou family donated 20,000 taels of silver.
The He family donated 20,000 taels of silver.
The Yao family donated 20,000 taels of silver.
The Wu family has 10,000 taels of silver.
etc.
The brilliance that the Fang family, Zhu family and others received when they were granted the title was now transferred to other aristocratic families.
But the credit was taken away again, and the head of the Fang family frowned so hard that he could kill a fly.
He glanced at the eldest prince. This popular candidate for the throne could not hide his anger. The moment they looked at each other, he was planning revenge.
It was not only the officials of the aristocratic family who did not donate last time, but also the two princes.
The eldest prince secretly made up his mind to make things difficult for the fifth emperor's brother when he spoke. If he donated a lot of land, he would ask where he got the money. If he donated a small amount of land, he would laugh at him for being stingy.
After finally waiting for the fourth prince to stand up, he cupped his hands and said, "To inform my father, I will also donate ten thousand taels of silver."
Tianjia nodded with satisfaction, his eyes falling on his youngest son.
Worried, malicious, and observant, countless eyes shined upon him.
Zhang Yan stood up calmly, first bowed his hands and then sighed guiltily, "To inform my father, my body is in dilapidated state. Over the years, I have been taking medicine and drinking soup. I have exhausted my savings and pawned the jade left by my mother." I just barely got three thousand taels of silver, I hope my father won’t dislike me, and I hope my brothers and sisters won’t laugh at me.”
"If someone laughs at me, I don't dare to complain, because... I am a child without a mother."
