Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 327 This Monkey is Not for Sale

It was a great New Year's Day, but I almost ruined my life because of a meal. It would be so embarrassing if this got out.

No, it might be more than just a simple embarrassment. If they all have a bright and promising future, then this incident will definitely be recorded. More than a thousand years from now, the teacher will say this to the students in class:

"Students, you should know that history also contains some hilarious things. It is not boring. For example, during the Wei Dynasty more than a thousand years ago, many interesting things happened to Xia Lin, a famous writer and politician at the time. For example, he was poisoned by carbon monoxide due to a homemade heating stove, and he vomited and had diarrhea because he ate uncooked beans at the New Year's Eve dinner. Although history books mostly describe his achievements, from these details we can see that this person actually had a lively personality and strong innovative ability when he was young, just like you."

Think about it, if something like this really gets recorded, being laughed at isn't a big deal, not many people care. But if it gets written into history books and people laugh at it, that's bad luck.

After lying in bed for three whole days, he finally came to his senses. He felt that he could no longer let Lao Zhang cook. This time it was bean paste, but next time he might go to the mountains to pick some beautiful mushrooms, stew them in a pot, and then kill everyone in the room with drugs.

Because he needed to clean his stomach these days, he hasn't eaten anything substantial. His stomach is so hungry that it's making acid. Drinking just salt and sugar water doesn't help him feel hungry. Moreover, the extravagant eating and drinking during the first month of the year has nothing to do with him. The conditioning plan given by Doctor Sun is to eat a very light diet for at least half a month and absolutely not drink alcohol.

If we can't drink alcohol or eat meat during Chinese New Year, then this year will feel like a waste. Although we don't lack meat on normal days, the atmosphere is just not right. It won't taste as good as it does now.

Moreover, they both have to stay in the inpatient department of the medical school. After all, they have to ask Doctor Sun to run back and forth every day, and Doctor Sun is very old.

Now, with Zhang Zhongchun on the left, Xia Daosheng on the right, and Princess Pingyang living in the middle, the medical school is deserted during the New Year, with the three of them staring at each other during the day.

"Why don't we find someone to play mahjong?" Xia Lin said to Princess Pingyang as they sat there. "We'll play stripping. The winner will be determined by one round of cards. The loser has to take off one piece of clothing."

"That's great." Lao Zhang nodded seriously.

"Go away." The princess frowned, "You are sick."

"Of course I'm sick. Who would live in this damn place if I wasn't sick?" Xia Lin leaned against the bed with his legs crossed. "Oh, outside, the sound of firecrackers is ringing and the old year is gone. I'm trapped in this cage and I just feel uncomfortable all over my body."

In fact, the princess was also bored, very bored. She had lived here for many days, but there was still no sign of her being discharged from the hospital. Although her body had recovered, Dong Niang refused to let her go out this time, and said that if she collapsed again, there might be big problems.

But no matter how boring it was, she couldn't play strip mahjong with others, right? She didn't even need to spread the news, she felt that she was just stupid enough to say it.

What was the key to the gambling? Money? She had money, but did Xia Lin have money? Xia Lin was really poor. He got a salary every month, and he spent it all on eating and drinking. Even though he usually spent 30,000, 50,000, or even 100,000 yuan, it was all the government's money. All that money had to be recorded. He couldn't say that he had to take money from the government just to play mahjong, right?

The inspector ate it raw without even dipping it in soy sauce.

The huge amount of money he took out when acquiring the Tang family last time was actually all public money. Now Tang Baoer's Tang's Fuliang's shares are about 60%. The original Tang's business has now become a monster of public-private partnership. It's not that the partnership is a monster but the size is a monster.

Although Tang Baoer now holds only about 40% of the shares, its basic size is more than ten times the original size, and its profit in a year is even more than three times higher than before.

But the money belongs to Tang Baoer and has nothing to do with Xia Lin. Does he have to ask her to give him money to play mahjong?
and so……

"Lao Zhang, take out the money."

"I have some money." Lao Zhang spread his hands and said, "Ning'er paid for my return trip. I came here to ask you for some money."

"Look at how useless you are. Oh, you are such a loser."

"If you have a promising future, don't ask me for money."

Princess Pingyang couldn't help but watch them chattering for a long time, and pointed to the cabinet next to her: "Go, take out five hundred taels of banknotes from that cabinet, and I'll lend it to you."

Xia Lin turned his head to look at the princess and suddenly approached her quickly. The princess was frightened by his action and quickly shrank back, but at this moment Xia Lin's face was already in front of her.

"How much did you take?"

"Er Feng left me two thousand taels. What happened?"

"Okay!" Xia Lin rolled up his sleeves: "It's mine."

Then they dragged the dozing Dong Niang over, set up the table and started playing mahjong.

Take Xia Lin and Lao Zhang for example. One is good at calculation and the other is good at observation. They should both be good at playing mahjong.

But sometimes God is just blind. They can indeed calculate the cards in the hands of the princess and Dong Niang, and can also block the opponent from easily winning. But the problem is that no matter how good the calculation is, it can't prevent the opponent from self-drawing.

He and Lao Zhang each had 250 taels, and they lost all of it in less than two rounds. Then they asked the princess to borrow another 500 taels, and they still lost all of it in less than two rounds.

In the end, the princess's two thousand taels were still there, but Xia Lin and Lao Zhang already owed her three thousand five hundred taels of silver.

"I should have a stripping fight with you. I want to see how many hairs are on your two fair and tender buttocks."

Princess Pingyang held the IOU written by Lao Zhang and Xia Lin in her hand and said proudly: "Alas, some people don't know their own limitations."

Old Zhang turned his head and looked at Xia Lin: "Waste."

Xia Lin spat, "Same here."

The mahjong game ended, and the three of them drew the curtain and lay there to review the previous game. This went on until dinner time. The two men watched the princess eat delicacies from land and sea, and then looked at their own vegetable leaves and porridge, and sat there sighing sadly.

"Hey, hey, hey, why do we have to drink this stuff when she has delicious food?"

Xia Lin couldn't help but protest, but Dong Niang didn't even look at him: "She needs to eat some tonic, and you two need to clean your intestines. Who told you to eat anything you want?"

"Can you blame me? It was Zhang Zhongchun who poisoned me."

"I'm not poisoned? I'm not poisoned and I'm lying here?"

This was probably the first time that Princess Pingyang felt that she had the opportunity to show off in front of Xia Lin. The food that usually tasted bland seemed like heavenly food today.

Looking at the vegetable-covered thing next to him, I felt so happy that I wanted to laugh out loud.

But not long after, just as the sky was getting dark, Dong Niang, who had some hibernation properties, climbed into bed early and began to sleep. At this moment, Lao Zhang happened to come back from the toilet and passed by Dong Niang's room. He knocked on the door and asked, "Dong Niang, do you have any medicine today?"

After knocking on the door three times, Dong Niang gave a vague answer: "No more."

"Oh, then you continue to rest."

After saying that, Lao Zhang slowly returned to the ward, then leaned against the door, looking at Xia Lin with a shy look.

Xia Lin glanced at him. Lao Zhang didn't say anything, but just shook his head. Xia Lin put on his jacket without saying a word and followed him out.

The princess, who was sitting there in a daze, let out a cry, put on her shoes and followed them out. However, although the two people's steps were weak, they were swift, even giving people the feeling of an old man talking about the youth's wildness. Princess Li was weak and couldn't even keep up with their pace. After walking outside, the two people slowed down because their legs were weak from hunger. At this time, the princess caught up with them: "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing here? Go back." Xia Lin waved his hand: "What if you have another hemorrhage later?"

Princess Li looked back at the medical school and said, "I'll go tell Dong Niang to punish you."

"Oh..." Xia Lin walked forward and put her arm around Princess Li's shoulders: "Good sister, I was just kidding."

"Tell me clearly what you are going to do!"

"Today is the third day of the Chinese New Year, there are lanterns and fireworks by the river!"

Lao Zhang added: "There is also wood-fired smoked chicken."

It was impossible for Princess Li not to be moved. She had been lying alone in the quiet medical school for quite some time, and no one came to visit her every day. It was not easy for these two gentlemen to be admitted to the hospital, and now she saw them running away. Naturally, she felt bad.

"I'll go as well."

Xia Lin thought for a moment and said, "Go, go, you can go, but let me make this clear, no matter who you meet, you must not be so manic again."

The princess was too lazy to pay attention to him and just asked him to lead the way.

Today is the third day of the Chinese New Year. According to tradition, lanterns are lit and the dock is lit all night. It's just the New Year, and everyone can wear new clothes. After a year, they have some money in their pockets. So, let's go to the night market tonight. Even Xia Lin didn't expect it to be so luxurious. After all, he hasn't celebrated the New Year in the base for several years. Now he was a little panicked when he saw it.

The ten-mile-long embankment was crowded with people, and the trees were hung with lanterns, making the whole street as bright as day. Because there were no fixed businesses around and there were only stalls, the flow of people seemed even more compact and dense.

In addition, there was a little fog today, and the light and shadow effects were just like Xue Shao meeting Taiping in The Song of the Daming Palace, showing the extreme liveliness and noise to the fullest.

Persian dancers were swaying their waists to the music on the roadside, and dark-skinned Southeast Asians were selling coconut candies.

The fireworks would soar into the sky once in a while, and each burst would illuminate the night sky.

Prosperous and elegant, this is what Chang'an is like in my dreams.

Standing on the street, Xia Lin couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. He thought back to when he first arrived in Xinping Township, it was still a wasteland by the river. There were not even a few children in the village, only some elderly people in their twilight years.

Looking at it now, the endless flow of people and the brilliant lights make it look like a Tang Dynasty city that never sleeps.

But this is neither the Tang Dynasty nor Chang'an. This is the city he built himself, a place whose name was almost wiped out.

This was also the first time for Princess Pingyang to celebrate the New Year in this place. Although she was not very experienced, she had never seen such a scene. This was simply a dimensionality reduction attack on her. Most places in the north were still under curfew, but here people could party all night long.

"Come quickly, the chicken will be ready soon."

Lao Zhang called out from not far away, and Xia Lin immediately broke free from the macro-narrative state, ran over happily, and waited there with a group of people.

This smoked chicken was actually originally a meal for kiln workers. It is said that the kiln has an air inlet and a fire outlet. The fire outlet usually does not require any operation, and it only serves the purpose of letting air in and out. Once the kiln is burning, it may last for two or three days or even three or four days. Naturally, the kiln workers cannot leave home, so many of them will put the food they brought from home on the fire outlet to heat it up in winter.

As time went by, the way of eating roasted chicken and roasted meat naturally emerged. In fact, this thing is just ordinary roasted chicken, but Fuliang has a developed trade, and there are many cheap spices. For example, pepper was originally the main commodity in Persia and the Arab world, but now it has become the main commodity of the steppe Turks. Because the people of the steppe are domineering, they think pepper is profitable, so they threaten to send troops to make them hand over part of their pepper production.

The Arabs didn't want to fight with them, so they surrendered obediently. But we are not fools. You are depriving me of my way of making money, so I will lower the price.

As a result of the massive dumping, pepper has gone from being an expensive spice to a must-have street food. Originally, one pound of pepper cost eight taels of silver, but now one tael of silver can buy eight pounds. Eight pounds of pepper ground into powder can feed an ordinary person black pepper beef fillet for three years...

However, even so, the pepper industry is still profitable, because it has a large production capacity, and it does not take up space during transportation. Now that trade routes are well developed, the main trade products between Persia and the Arab world have long become raw materials such as ores and gems.

They used these raw materials and various spices to exchange for handicraft products and various daily necessities from the Central Plains, and everyone's lives gradually improved.

Moreover, the so-called Pepper War is almost impossible to happen in the Central Plains Dynasty. Seriously, in the current situation, although everyone in Wei says that it is at the end of its strength and has begun to decline gradually, for other dynasties, no matter whether it is Persia, the Arabs, the Western Regions, or even as far away as Egypt and Rome, they are all existences that they cannot get involved with.

Even though the Wei Dynasty was defeated in the war against the grassland, the grassland knew very well that they won because of the power struggle within the Wei Dynasty. At that time, they encountered neither the legendary elite army nor the top masters like Li Yuan and Li Jing. They defeated several exhausted armies and won a victory. Let's see if they dare to enter the Central Plains and attack those key passes?

It's nothing more than the herdsmen blocking the pass for survival in the winter. They really can't be defeated if a full-scale war is launched. Li Yuan's troops alone can rush all the way from Longxi to Constantinople.

If we have to measure it this way, even if we throw Wang Shichong, who is now living in Xuzhou and is trapped like a beast, to the vicinity of Daqin, it will take less than three years for Wang Shichong to turn Daqin into his territory.

It's not that I look down on these foreign barbarians, but the complexity of the current heroes in the world is probably comparable to that of the Three Kingdoms.

Didn't someone ask before, why was there no foreign invasion during the chaos of the Three Kingdoms? Why? What did the White Horse Volunteers who beat the Hu people do? Meng Huo, who was captured and released seven times, couldn't be a Han Chinese...

The situation is similar now, for example, the Eastern Roman Empire, the Persian Empire and the Arab Empire, together with the Turks and Goguryeo in the grasslands, jointly attacked the Central Plains Dynasty. At this time, all the warlords have completed their integration, and with the idea of ​​tomorrow, Li Yuan led the team to the west, Wang Shichong led the team to the east, and Lao Guo led the team to the north. Xia Lin was left behind and he could go south to sweep away the Southeast Asian monkeys who have been disobedient in recent years... Then everyone could even meet up on the banks of the Seine.

Again, the biggest enemy of the Central Plains Dynasty since ancient times is not outside, but inside. As long as the Central Plains Dynasty does not split, split, or experience large-scale unrest, there is basically no chance for foreign races. Usually, when the Central Plains Dynasty is at its peak of unification, it can basically challenge all the powerful bosses in the world at the same time.

It's a pity that there is no "if" in history. The Great Wei was defeated, defeated by separatism and the grassland. The declining Great Wei Dynasty is now held together by an aging emperor. Once the emperor is gone, it will be time for the Great Wei to disband.

"It would be great if the whole world could be so prosperous."

The princess sighed again, but when she turned around, Xia Lin and Lao Zhang were already squatting there, gnawing on the chicken. They took a bite of roast chicken and a sip of rice wine, and the aroma wafted out through her nostrils.

"Another one." After finishing his bite, Xia Lin waved at the boss and said, "Give me a whole smaller one. You can't finish the big one."

"Master Xia, please eat slowly. This is very dry. Don't choke." The boss ordered a chicken and said, "Master, what's wrong? Why are you so hungry?"

"I've been busy these days, working on your tax reduction plan for next year. Oh, don't mention it, I'll talk about it after I finish eating." Xia Lin took the chicken and started to eat it again: "The money is on account, I gave you my salary."

"Look at what you said, how can I take your money?" The boss said with a smile, "When the time comes, please help me come up with a name, and write "Old Kiln Worker's Roast Chicken". Mr. Xia said it's good."

"Okay, okay." Xia Lin nodded hurriedly: "Go get some paper and pen, I'll write it for you."

After eating two chickens, Xia Lin finally felt better. At this moment, Lao Zhang suddenly realized something: "Eh? When I was learning to collect herbs in Luoyang, I heard that people who haven't tasted meat for a long time shouldn't eat or drink too fast. They should do it slowly, otherwise something bad will happen."

"Who cares? I'm such a strong man, can I die from eating a roast chicken?"

Xia Lin stood up, and the oil on his hands accidentally smeared on the skirt of a beautiful sister who passed by him. When the princess saw this, her face wrinkled into a chrysanthemum...

(End of this chapter)