Daming: Old Zhu, we agreed not to rush!

Chapter 123 Flying Flower Order

Under the night, in the small courtyard.

The bleak autumn wind is dispelled by the warm flames, and the freehand brushwork of life is light and peaceful.

The flame of the fire is naturally not used for grilling, but only for lighting.

Charcoal grilling is Su Jing's unique skill.

Pork skewers, lamb 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 specially ordered by a blacksmith.

Of course, the core of barbecue is never these props, but the mastery of the fire and the sprinkling of ingredients.

Every owner of a popular barbecue restaurant basically has his own unique secret recipe for mastering the ingredients.

Although Su Jing has never opened a barbecue restaurant, he does have his own secret recipe.

The flame continued to burn, and Maillard reacted, and the fragrance soon wafted in the small courtyard.

Zhu Biao and Zhu Huan looked at the skewers in Su Jing's hands eagerly, a little impatiently.

These are the two princes, they have never eaten anything good!
But that's the beauty of barbecue.

"It will be fine soon, don't worry."

At this moment, Su Jing is like a skilled barbecue stall owner, comforting his customers.

But, who can resist this delicious skewer?

As Su Jing picked up the secret sprinkler at hand, he swayed boldly.

Serve deliciously!

"Master Su's cooking is really delicious."

Zhu Huan praised while licking the skewers, the rich fat remained at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Zhu Wei no longer has any royal dining etiquette.

Zhu Biao took it for granted, "That's natural, Master Su's culinary skills are outstanding."

"I really want to eat barbecue made by Master Su for the rest of my life!"

Zhu Huan ate two skewers of mutton again, which was a beauty.

Su Jing was very satisfied when she saw the two of them licking skewers.

After eating for almost an hour, the barbecue was over.

This does not include the time for preparing the barbecue, so it can only be said that the three of them are quite full.

Zhu Wei was the youngest, and when he was full, he naturally wanted to sleep.

As the eldest brother, Zhu Biao naturally made arrangements for washing his face and feet, and sent Zhu Wei to the bed.

In the yard, only embers were left on the fire, and the autumn wind became even colder.

"Come on, the minor is asleep, it's time for dinner!"

Su Jing smiled and took out her own collection, self-brewed liquor from the room.

Although Zhu Biao is still a minor regardless of whether he is in the past life or the present life.

But drinking alone is always boring.

Besides, it's just a drink, it's harmless.

"Thank you, Master Su."

Zhu Biao is as always grateful.

As the prince of the Ming Dynasty, although Zhu Biao knew a thing or two about wine, his drinking capacity 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 a must!
"Sigh~"

Su Jing took a sip of the drink and suddenly felt his body heat up.

"Autumn wind with small wine, life is so happy!"

Su Jing laughed loudly.

Zhu Biao at the side also took a shallow sip, and in the blink of an eye, his face became rosy.

"Master Su is right, this autumn wind and wine are a perfect match!"

Zhu Biao agreed.

"Ha ha!"

Su Jing looked at Zhu Biao and said, "Niu Yi, it seems that you have already comprehended the true meaning of life at such a young age, not bad."

The two had a drink in the small courtyard, feeling very happy.

After drinking for three rounds, the night is getting dark.

Above the sky, the bright moon hangs high.

The big disc is extremely bright and clean.

"Niu Yi, the moonlight is so beautiful, why don't we have a flying flower show?"

This intoxication came to mind, and Su Jing also became interested.

Don't look at him teaching Zhu Wei mathematics, he looks like a man of science and engineering, but Su Jing still has a literati temperament in his heart.

"Okay, it's rare that Master Su is interested, and students naturally want to accompany him to the end."

Zhu Biao nodded immediately.

Fei Hualing knew it, such an interesting game, and with Su Jing, how could he refuse it?
"Then let's fly flowers with the word moon, I'll come first."

Su Jing said directly: "This first sentence, I thought of Li Bai, the poet fairy, who said that people today don't see the moon in ancient times, how could this month shine on the ancients."

Zhu Biao immediately followed up and said, "The student also said something about the poet, the white clouds reflect the water and shake the empty city, and the white dew drips down the autumn moon."

"People in the deep forest don't know, the bright moon will take pictures."

"The moon rises to startle the mountain birds, and the time sings in the spring stream."

"I first heard that the wild geese have no cicadas, and the hundred-foot-high water reaches the sky."

"Upstairs at dusk, the desire to rest, the jade ladder crosses the moon like a hook."

"When are the spring flowers and autumn moon, how much do you know about the past?"

"Saiyan Gaofei has not yet returned, and the wind and the moon are idle."

Su Jing and Zhu Biao kept flying flowers, even though it was Xiaojiu, Su Jing's face became more and more shocked.

I thought that Guwen himself was not Zhu Biao's opponent, and this ancient poem should be fine.

But now that the flowers are flying, Su Jing feels something is wrong.

Although both myself and Zhu Biao have a good reserve of poems, there is no stagnation at all.

But Zhu Biao is obviously better than this, because as soon as he finished the last sentence, Zhu Biao was able to speak another poem by the same poet.

This.
The difficulty of myself and Zhu Biao is not in the same order of magnitude at all.

Got crushed!

Completely crushed!
Su Jing looked at the rosy-faced apprentice Zhu Biao who was still shaking his head, and suddenly a different thought arose in his heart.

He immediately recited another sentence: "Osmanthus fragrans and jade, the first moon is all over the sky, and the night is as cool as washing."

Sure enough, after Su Jing uttered this sentence, Zhu Biao, who had been uttering the next sentence smoothly, got stuck.

His shaking head stopped, and he kept searching for the author of this poem in his memory.

But no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find it.

"Mr. Su, the student can't pick it up, it's the student who lost."

Zhu Biao finally gave up.

Su Jing shook her head and said, "No, I lost, Niu Yi, you are really enough to let the teacher, every sentence is answered by the same poet."

"If the teacher's poetry reserve is too poor, I probably won't be able to find it."

If you are beaten, you must stand at attention, and if you lose, you must admit it.

Su Jing is not a person who can't afford to play, he just raised his glass and drank it down.

"Master Su, student"

When Su Jing discovered his little Jiujiu, Zhu Biao's face was also a little ugly at this time.

Or overwhelmed.

After all, I still feel that my behavior like this is a little 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 didn't care.

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, you can go back to sleep."

Seeing this, Zhu Biao breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned to Su Jing and asked: "Master Su, the last line of the poem you said just now, the students have never read it, I don't know who wrote it, 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 taken aback for a moment, then realized that he seemed to be messing around a bit.

The phrase "Osmanthus fragrans and jade, the first moon is all over the sky, and the night is as cool as washing" is actually Wen Zhengming's "Nian Nujiao · Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon". It is completely normal that Zhu Biao has not read it.

Because Wen Zhengming was from the Ming Dynasty, he was not born yet.

For Zhu Biao, his poems are the poems of the future.

Su Jing also recited such a song on purpose after discovering Zhu Biao's careful thoughts just now.

It's just that when I saw Zhu Biao drunk, 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, not knowing how to answer.

You can't tell Zhu Biao, in fact, his teacher is a time-traveler and reborn.

"Master Su, what's wrong with you?"

Zhu Biao looked at Su Jing who was in a daze, and said a little strangely.

After hesitating for a moment, Su Jing replied: "Well, as a teacher, 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. For you."

Anyway, the poems and essays of all dynasties and dynasties are lost, and 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 this poem, and paused for a while before saying: "Osmanthus fragrans and jade, the first month is full of sky, the night is as cool as washing. The wind is blowing, the eyebrows and bones are cold, and people are in the Crystal Palace. The dragon is in danger, and the watch Sculpture, misty, singing and singing. Frost is all over the ground, wanting to fly across the colorful clouds."

"I remember last year tonight, at the Jiuxi Pavilion, the light moon clouds came and went. Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains were nothing like yesterday's dream, but in a blink of an eye, the autumn light is like this. The blue bird comes to the west, and the Chang'e repays me. The good times are approaching. Sending words to the couple, don't let Guanghan down Intoxicated."

"The name of the poem is Nian Nujiao, and the name of the poem is Mid-Autumn Festival."

Zhu Biao listened carefully to this poem, only to feel that the imagination of this poem is simply too rich and peculiar, and the things in heaven and earth are written wantonly.

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, only freedom and beauty!
Could this poem be written by Master Su?
In Zhu Biao's mind, such an idea popped up inexplicably.

But after thinking about Xia Que carefully, it doesn't feel very similar, because Xia Que seems to be writing reminiscences, but in fact it shows a good sustenance for future life, which seems to mean wanting to become an official.

This.
It seems contradictory.

Doesn't Master Su have no idea about becoming an official?

Zhu Biao frowned, and the doubts in his mind could not be dissipated.

It's a pity that Su Jing didn't know, otherwise he would have to educate Zhu Biao on what is over-interpretation and what is brain supplementation.

I didn't write these words by myself, so I can think of so many words?

"Good words, the students will remember them."

Zhu Biao nodded, and then said: "It's getting late, the students are going to rest, and Master Su is also going to rest earlier."

"Well, I see, I'll go back and rest later."

Su Jing nodded and continued to drink by herself.

Seeing this, Zhu Biao didn't ask any more questions, he turned over and went back to his bedroom, but before going to bed, he first silently wrote the song "Nian Nujiao Mid-Autumn Festival Conversing with the Moon" read by Su Jing.

Once this brain supplement starts, it is difficult to stop.

Inside the courtyard.

Su Jing is still drinking from the moon.

"In a flash, it's been almost two years."

Su Jing slightly sighed: "Life is really fickle."

Zhejiang Province.

The floods caused by the autumn floods have affected several counties.

However, under the powerful organization of disaster relief operations by the Ming Dynasty, the impact of the flood was quickly brought under control.

Unlike the last years of the Ming Dynasty, when the imperial court's decrees were just waste paper when they came out of the capital, today's Ming Dynasty is still firmly in the hands of the royal family, or in the hands of Zhu Yuanzhang.

On the bank of the embankment, the county government is organizing flood relief.

The people are no longer disaster victims waiting to be rescued, but workers who actively ask to come to the river bank to fight the disaster.

After the food is no longer distributed free of charge, but instead of being paid for work, everything is much simpler than before.

Of course, for the elderly, weak, women and children, what should be paid still needs to be paid.

"I really don't know how Your Majesty came up with this method. Let the victims work instead of directly distributing food. This really greatly relieves the pressure on us for disaster relief!"

Chen Gu, the county magistrate, presided over the disaster relief work, and said with emotion.

If it is common sense to distribute free food to the victims, the work of fighting the disaster must be done, and the work of appeasing the victims and preventing chaos must also be done.

Many things are understaffed.

But it's different now.

Li Shanchang arranged for 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 knew how to do this kind of thing.

"Yes, Daming has His Majesty, it is really a blessing for the common people!"

The county magistrate on the side also agreed.

These officials in the early Ming Dynasty had not had time to get into the bad habits of the official circles in the late Ming Dynasty.

After all, they are all people who experienced the wars and disputes at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, and there are still many officials who are sympathetic to the people.

Of course, it also has something to do with Lao Zhu's unceremoniousness.

Severe punishment and harsh laws, old Zhu Na is not talking about joking, he will kill the head when it is necessary, and he will be merciless.

But no matter how severe the punishment is, it can't stop the greed of some people.

Tens of thousands of dans of disaster relief food allocated by neighboring provinces were blatantly appearing in the grain market of Lishui County at this moment.

Lishui County, Ping An Rice Bank.

"Boss, there has been 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 the report from the shopkeeper of Mihang, with a calm face.

That's right, this Ping An Rice Bank is also his property.

Everything about basic necessities of life is covered, this is not a joke.

Any industry that has reached a certain scale in Lishui County basically has the shadow of Su Jing.

"Interesting, according to their price, wouldn't this rice be at a loss?"

Su Jing said lightly.

The shopkeeper of Mihang said with a sad face: "Yes, boss, I don't know why it is sold at such a low price. It is simply not taking food as food. I can't figure it out."

Food, in a feudal society, was always hard currency.

No matter where the other party got the food or how low the cost was, it shouldn't be sold at a low price.

Su Jing said lightly: "It's not easy, someone is targeting me."

In price wars, the target will always be peers.

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper of Mihang asked suspiciously: "Boss, who is targeting you? No matter what happens, it can't be done like this, right?"

Is it too expensive to sell rice so cheaply and disrupt the market?

Su Jing smiled and said: "Who knows? I can only walk and watch."

"Then what do we do now?"

The shopkeeper of Mihang hurriedly asked.

Su Jing said lightly: "It's normal business, you don't have to do anything."

(End of this chapter)