At night, in the small courtyard.
The bleak autumn wind is dispersed by the warm flames, and the freehand brushwork of life is indifferent and calm.
The flames of the fire are naturally not used for barbecue, but only for lighting.
Charcoal barbecue is Su Jing’s unique skill.
Pork skewers, mutton skewers, beef skewers, chicken skewers, grilled whole eggs
Rows of threaded skewers were placed on the iron rack, and Su Jing kept flipping them back and forth to ensure that each side was grilled just right.
This shelf was custom-made by a blacksmith.
Of course, the core thing of barbecue is never these props, but the control of heat and sprinkling of ingredients.
Every popular barbecue restaurant owner basically has his own unique secret recipe when it comes to seasoning.
Although Su Jing has never opened a barbecue restaurant, he does have a unique secret recipe.
The flames continued to scorch, and under the Maillard reaction, the fragrance soon wafted through the small courtyard.
Zhu Biao and Zhu Ru looked eagerly at the kebabs in Su Jing's hands, somewhat impatiently.
These are two princes who have never tasted anything good!
But this is also part of the charm of barbecue.
"It'll be fine soon, don't worry."
Su Jing is like a skilled barbecue stall owner at this moment, comforting his customers.
But, who can resist this delicious skewers?
As Su Jing picked up the secret sauce at hand, she swayed it boldly.
Delicious and ready!
"Master Su's cooking is really delicious."
Zhu Xi praised it while fingering the skewer, and the rich oil remained in the corners of his mouth.
At this moment, Zhu Ru no longer had any royal dining etiquette.
Zhu Biao said matter-of-factly: "That's natural. Master Su's cooking skills are outstanding."
“I really want to be able to eat Master Su’s barbecue for the rest of my life!”
Zhu Zhu ate another two skewers of mutton, which was a beauty.
Su Jing was very satisfied watching the two of them having sex.
After eating for almost an hour, the barbecue was finally over.
This does not include the time for barbecue preparation. It can only be said that the three of them were quite full.
Zhu Ru was the youngest. After eating, he naturally wanted to sleep.
As the eldest brother, Zhu Biao naturally made all the arrangements for washing his face and feet, and sent Zhu Zhu to the bed.
In the yard, there were only embers left in the fire, and the autumn wind became even colder.
"Come on, the minors are asleep, it's time for dinner!"
Su Jing smiled and took out her own collection of home-brewed liquor from the house.
Although Zhu Biao is still a minor no matter in his previous life or in this life.
But drinking alone is always boring.
Besides, it's just a drink, nothing serious.
"Thank you Master Su."
Zhu Biao was grateful as always.
As the prince of the Ming Dynasty, although Zhu Biao knew a little about wine, his ability to drink was average, but he must drink Su Jing's wine.
Not because Su Jing is a teacher, but because Su Jing’s wine is also excellent!
"Hiss~"
Su Jing took a sip and suddenly felt her body heat up.
"Autumn wind goes with a little wine, life is happy!"
Su Jing laughed.
Zhu Biao on the side also took a shallow sip, and in the blink of an eye, his face turned rosy.
"Master Su is right, the autumn wind and wine are a perfect match!"
Zhu Biao echoed.
"Ha ha!"
Su Jing looked at Zhu Biao and said, "Niu Yi, it seems that you have already understood the true meaning of life at such a young age. Not bad."
The two of them were having a drink in the small courtyard, feeling very unhappy.
After three rounds of drinking, the night was getting darker.
Above the sky, the bright moon hangs high.
The big disc is extremely bright.
"Niu Yi, the moonlight is so beautiful, why don't we have a flower show?"
This drunkenness came to mind, and Su Jing also became interested.
Even though he taught Zhu Ji mathematics, he looked like a man of science and engineering, but Su Jing still had a scholarly temperament in his heart.
"Okay, it's rare that Master Su is interested, so the students will naturally accompany him to the end."
Zhu Biao nodded immediately.
He knew about Fei Hua Ling. He was playing such an interesting game with Su Jing, so how could he refuse it?
"Then let's fly the flower with the word "moon", I'll go first."
Su Jing said directly: "This first sentence reminds me of Li Bai's poem, "People today cannot see the moon of ancient times, but how can the moon of today never shine on the ancients."
Zhu Biao immediately took over: "The student also said something about the immortal poetry: white clouds reflect the water and shake the empty city, and the white dew drops drop the autumn moon."
"People in the deep forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine."
"The moonrise scares the mountains and birds sing in the spring streams."
"When I first heard about Zhengyan, there were no cicadas anymore, and the water reached the sky a hundred feet high."
"Upstairs, my desires rest at dusk, and the moon is like a hook across the jade staircase."
"When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do you know about the past?"
"The flying geese have not returned yet, and the wind and moon are idle behind the curtain."
Su Jing and Zhu Biao kept flying flowers. Although they were drunk, Su Jing's face became more and more shocked.
I thought that Gu Wen himself was no match for Zhu Biao, and this ancient poem should be okay.
But now with flying flowers, Su Jing felt something was wrong.
Although both myself and Zhu Biao have good poetry reserves, there is no stagnation at all when you say one sentence to another.
But Zhu Biao was obviously better, because as soon as he finished the previous sentence, Zhu Biao could immediately read another poem by the same poet.
this.
The level of difficulty between myself and Zhu Biao is not at the same level.
Got crushed!
Completely crushed!
Su Jing looked at the rosy-faced apprentice Zhu Biao who was still shaking his head, and a different thought suddenly arose in his heart.
He immediately recited another sentence: "Osmanthus flowers and floating jade fill the streets in the first month of the year, and the night is as cool as a wash."
Sure enough, after Su Jing said this sentence, Zhu Biao, who had always been able to follow the next sentence very smoothly, got stuck.
His shaking head stopped, and his memory kept searching for the author of this poem.
But no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find it.
"Master Su, the students can't pick up the fight. It's the students who have lost."
Zhu Biao finally gave up.
Su Jing shook her head and said: "No, I lost. Niu Yi, you are really good enough to give in to the teacher. Every sentence you follow is the same poet."
"If the teacher's poetry reserve was too poor, he probably wouldn't have discovered it."
You must stand up when you are beaten, and you must admit defeat.
Su Jing was not someone who couldn't afford to play. She just raised her glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"Master Su, student"
When Su Jing discovered his Xiao Jiujiu, Zhu Biao's face looked a little ugly at this time.
Or at a loss.
After all, I still feel that my behavior is a bit too sorry for Su Jing.
"It's okay. It's just a game. Your poetry reserve is better than mine. There's nothing to feel guilty about."
Su Jing said indifferently.
Zhu Biao looked at Su Jing cautiously, as if to confirm whether Su Jing was really not angry or not.
Su Jing said helplessly: "Don't worry, I don't care. If it doesn't work, just go back to sleep."
Zhu Biao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.
He asked Su Jing: "Master Su, the student has never read the last line of the poem you just mentioned. I don't know who wrote it, and what is the full text?"
Zhu Biao reads a lot, but there are not many poems that he has no impression of at all.
Su Jing was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that she seemed to be messing around a bit.
The sentence "Osmanthus flowers and jade fill the streets in the first month, and the night is as cool as a wash" is actually Wen Zhengming's "Niannujiao·Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon". It is completely normal that Zhu Biao has not read it.
Because Wen Zhengming was born in the Ming Dynasty and was not born yet.
His poems, for Zhu Biao, are the poems of the future.
Su Jing also deliberately recited such a poem after discovering Zhu Biao's little thoughts just now.
But seeing Zhu Biao's drunk appearance at the time, I thought he wouldn't care.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Biao's face was rosy, but his mind was quite clear.
This made Su Jing a little embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.
You can't tell Zhu Biao that his teacher is actually a time traveler.
"Master Su, what's wrong with you?"
Zhu Biao looked at Su Jing in a daze and said a little strangely.
After Su Jing hesitated for a moment, she replied: "Well, I can't remember who wrote it. I don't know which ancient book I saw it in. I still remember the original text. If you want to hear it, you can I’ll read it to you.”
Anyway, the poems and articles of all dynasties and generations have been lost, so it is not uncommon to see them in some ancient books.
"Students naturally want to hear it."
Zhu Biao immediately replied that he had no doubts about Su Jing's words.
Su Jing immediately recalled the poem, paused for a while and then said: "Osmanthus flowers and floating jade fill the streets in the first month, and the night is as cool as washing. The wind blows and my eyebrows are cold, and I am in the Crystal Palace. The dragon is squatting, watching the palace. The sky is high, misty music and songs are boiling. The frost is all over the ground, and it wants to fly across the colorful clouds."
"I remember last year on this eve, drinking wine in the pavilion, and the pale moon clouds coming and going. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, yesterday's dream is different, but in the blink of an eye, the autumn scenery is like this. The green bird comes to the west, and Chang'e repays me, and the good times are approaching. I send you a message, don't let Guanghan go down. Intoxicated."
"The name of the poem is Niannujiao, and the name of the poem is Mid-Autumn Festival and the Moon."
Zhu Biao listened to this poem carefully, and felt that the imagination of this poem was so rich and strange, that things in heaven and earth could be written freely.
Especially the sentence "I want to fly across the colorful clouds" is simply a portrayal of Su Jing.
Away from the troubles of the world, there is only freedom and beauty!
Could this poem be written by Master Su?
Such an idea suddenly appeared in Zhu Biao's mind.
But when I think about Xia Que carefully, I feel that it is not very similar, because Xia Que seems to be written in reminiscence, but in fact it expresses a good hope for future life, and seems to mean that I want to become an official.
this.
It seems contradictory.
Didn't Master Su have any thoughts about becoming an official?
Zhu Biao frowned, and the doubts in his mind could not be dissipated.
It's a pity that Su Jing doesn't know, otherwise he would have to educate Zhu Biao on what over-interpretation and brain-filling are.
You didn't even write this word yourself, how can you still force yourself to think of so many words?
"Good words, students remember them."
Zhu Biao nodded, and then said: "It's getting late. The students have gone to rest. Master Su will also rest early."
"Well, I understand. I'll go back and rest later."
Su Jing nodded and continued to pour and drink.
When Zhu Biao saw this, he didn't ask any questions and turned over directly back to his bedroom. However, before going to bed, he still silently wrote the song "Niannujiao·Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon" by Su Jingnian.
Once this brainstorming starts, it's hard to stop.
In the small courtyard.
Su Jing still drank to the moon.
“In a flash, it’s been almost two years.”
Su Jing sighed slightly: "Life is really unpredictable."
Zhejiang Province.
Floods caused by the autumn floods affected several counties.
However, under the powerful organization of disaster relief operations by the Ming Dynasty, the impact of the flood was quickly controlled.
Unlike the late Ming Dynasty, when the imperial decrees were discarded as waste paper after leaving the capital, today's Ming Dynasty is still firmly in the hands of the royal family, or in Zhu Yuanzhang's hands.
On the banks of the burst river, the county government is organizing flood relief efforts.
The people were no longer victims waiting to be rescued, but workers who took the initiative to come to the river banks to fight the disaster.
After food was no longer distributed for free but instead was paid for work, everything became much simpler than before.
Of course, for the elderly, weak, women and children, what should be paid should still be paid.
"I really don't know how His Majesty came up with this idea. Let the victims work instead of directly distributing food. This really reduces the pressure on us in disaster relief!"
Chen Gu, the county magistrate, was in charge of the disaster relief work and said with emotion.
If we follow common sense and distribute free food to the victims, we need to do disaster relief work, as well as appease the victims and prevent chaos.
For many things, manpower is insufficient.
But that's different now.
Li Shanchang arranged this work-for-relief matter, and at the same time he did not forget to attribute the credit to Zhu Yuanzhang.
Needless to say, he knows how to do this kind of thing.
"Yes, it is really a blessing for the people of Ming Dynasty to have His Majesty!"
The county magistrate on the side also echoed.
These officials in the early Ming Dynasty had not yet had time to get involved in the bad habits of the officialdom in the late Ming Dynasty.
After all, they are all people who have experienced the wars and disputes in the late Yuan Dynasty. There are still many officials who are considerate of the people.
Of course, it also has something to do with Lao Zhu starting to kill without being polite at all.
Lao Zhu was not just talking about severe punishment, he would behead his head when it was time to do so, without mercy at all.
But no matter how severe the punishment is, it cannot stop some people from being greedy.
Tens of thousands of loads of disaster relief grain allocated by neighboring provinces now openly appeared on the grain market in Lishui County.
Lishui County, Ping An Mihang.
"Boss, there is a lot of grain on the market recently, and the price is very low. Almost no one is buying the rice from our rice shop."
Su Jing sat, listening to shopkeeper Mi Xing's report, with a calm expression.
Yes, this Ping An Rice Shop is also his property.
It covers everything from food, clothing, housing and transportation. This is no joke.
Su Jing's presence is basically present in every large-scale industry in Lishui County.
"Interesting, according to their price, wouldn't this rice be a loss?"
Su Jing said lightly.
The shopkeeper of Mihang frowned and said: "Yes, boss, I don't know why it is sold at such a low price. It simply doesn't regard food as food. I can't figure it out."
Food, in feudal society, was always hard currency.
No matter where the other party gets the food from or how low the cost is, it shouldn't be sold at a low price.
Su Jing said lightly: "This is not simple, someone is targeting me."
In a price war, the target is always the same company.
Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper of Mihang asked doubtfully: "Boss, who is targeting you? You can't do this no matter what, right?"
Isn’t the cost of selling rice at such a low price and disrupting the market too high?
Su Jing smiled and said, "Who knows? I can only wait and see."
"Then what do we do now?"
Shopkeeper Mi Xing asked hurriedly.
Su Jing said calmly: "Business is normal, there is nothing to do."
(End of chapter)
