Guide to traveling through the Northern Song Dynasty

Li Hanzhang didn't like Zheng Hong very much, and Zheng Hong also didn't like playing with Li Hanzhang.

Isn’t it worth staying in Yangzhou City to watch the women’s corner?

The Zheng family has a women's sumo wrestling team, which causes a sensation every time there is a competition. In the past, I could even show my chest topless, but then I was scolded by Zhizhou, and now I can only show my arms at most.

It looks good if you only show your arms, but the chest is exposed when you hit it, and half-covering it is more interesting.

The road up the mountain was extremely muddy, and Zheng Hong had already taken off his shoes and socks and threw them to his servants.

This guy came running barefoot, looking familiar. He first bowed to Li Hanzhang and Bai Chongyan, and then saluted the Zhu family father and son with clasped fists.

Then, he sat down, grabbed the preserved fruit and ate it.

"It's really hard to find this place. I spent a lot of effort to find it." Zheng Hong looked around and found that there was no extra wine glass, so he picked up the tea cup and drank from it. Then he told the servant, "The tea is cold. Let’s heat up the fire.”

Although Bai Chongyan also despised this person, he really couldn't offend him, so he asked the servant to bring him a pair of chopsticks and a wine glass.

After pouring the wine, Zheng Hong drank it down. Feeling a little cold, he chuckled and said, "You continue talking, just pretend I'm not here."

Li Hanzhang became annoyed when he saw this fat man. He couldn't help it anymore. He opened the skylight and said frankly: "Zheng Erlang, your sister is only thirteen years old, but I am already twenty-six this year. There is a huge age difference, so I'm afraid it's not suitable. Please give me some advice." Please tell me, your Majesty, please don’t talk about marriage anymore.”

"I don't have to," Zheng Hong still smiled broadly, "I came back this time to accompany Brother Kezhen on a sightseeing tour."

Li Hanzhang thought to himself: I was enjoying myself traveling around the mountains and rivers, but when I saw you, I lost all my mood.

Neither side could afford to neglect, so Bai Chongyan could only come forward to smooth things over. He raised his glass and said, "The countryside is remote and I have wronged a small official. You might as well stay in a humble house for a few more days."

"Excuse me," Zheng Hong waited for this sentence and then looked at the Zhu family and his son, "Who are these two?"

Bai Chongyan introduced: "Two friends from Guangnan, this is Zhu... By the way, Mr. Zhu, I haven't asked for my cousin's name yet."

Before his father could speak, Zhu Ming suddenly said: "My father's surname is Yuanzhang, and as for me, the cursive character is successful."

"Pfft...cough cough cough!"

Zhu Guoxiang, who was drinking, spat out the drink and coughed repeatedly.

Ju Ming smiled and comforted his father: "Dad, you haven't drank for a long time, so don't drink too much."

Zhu Guoxiang glanced at his son secretly, and then apologized: "I'm too drunk to make you laugh."

"It doesn't matter." Bai Chongyan continued to introduce.

The two parties exchanged names, saluted with clasped fists, drank wine and ate meat.

After a few glasses of wine, the fat man couldn't sit up straight. He leaned on the stone table very casually, as if this was his own backyard.

He picked up the wine that Bai Chongyan poured and suddenly said: "It's not interesting to drink it dry. How about throwing a pot? I brought everything here."

While he was talking, the Zheng family servant came forward, holding a porcelain vase with an arrow in his arms.

Zheng Hong knew his shortcomings, and he was sure to lose and make a fool of himself by playing tricks. Touhu is very simple and elegant. Sima Guang wrote a book called "New Style of Hut".

This thing is loved by both literati and military men. Yue Fei is a pot throwing enthusiast. Every time he entertains guests, he must throw pots for fun.

Sure enough, although Li Hanzhang hated Zheng Hong, he had no objection to throwing pots, and even took out his arm to show off his hands.

The servant took an arrow to measure the distance and placed the porcelain vase outside the pavilion.

Zheng Hong smiled and said: "Brother Ke Zhen please come first."

"Then I won't refuse." Li Hanzhang took an arrow.

There were twelve arrows in total. Li Hanzhang's first shot missed, but the second shot finally fell into the pot, and the beans inserted at the bottom of the bottle did not pop out.

"Brother Ke Zhen is a great shot!"

Bai Chongyan clapped his hands in admiration and praised the stinky feet very promptly.

Then things got better, and the third and fourth shots were all hits.

The servant has been keeping score by the side. Since the first one missed, the second shot was a loose arrow (only one point).

"Xiao Jian, get ten chips!"

The servant suddenly shouted, but it was Li Hanzhang's sixth arrow. It was thrown into the pot, popped out, and then fell into the pot again. This shot directly scored ten points.

After throwing twelve arrows, Li Hanzhang scored a total of 48 points.

The servant stepped forward and took the arrow back.

Li Hanzhang smiled and said, "Brother Juncai, please come."

Bai Chongyan said: "Brother Yuanzhang invites you first."

Zhu Guoxiang's reported age is in his thirties, while Zhu Ming's reported age is fifteen. If based on age, both of them can be called brothers.

As soon as he heard the word "Yuanzhang", Zhu Guoxiang felt awkward and could only settle the score with his son afterwards.

After three consecutive shots, Zhu Guoxiang all missed the target, and he only found the feeling with the fourth arrow. Moreover, the sensitivity of the five senses brought by time travel greatly improved his accuracy, and he hit six arrows one after another.

Everyone asked Ju Ming to throw the pot again, and Ju Ming smiled and said: "It's better for Mr. Zheng to come first."

Zheng Hong didn't talk too much, and he didn't wear his shirt sleeves either. He just rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned them. This guy is not good at studying, but he is good at throwing pots. He actually hit eleven arrows, and his score was more than twice that of Li Hanzhang.

"good!"

Even Li Hanzhang, who didn't like him, clapped his hands and cheered at this moment.

The little fat man was proud of himself and smiled at everyone: "I accept it, I accept it!"

The arrow was handed over to Ju Ming. He had never played this game before, and the first arrow was purely for feeling. It was thrown in, but it was a little crooked and the force was too heavy. It hit twice and flew out again.

The second arrow adjusted its strength and angle, and flew in with a swish. After that, the arrow entered the pot, eliciting continuous cheers.

Ju Ming got excited and asked, "Does hitting the ear of the pot count?"

"Forget it!" Zheng Hong said.

According to Sima Guang's rules, hitting the pot ear not only scores points, but also counts as extra points.

For the last arrow, Ju Ming did not throw it at the mouth of the pot, but deliberately aimed at the ear.

With full concentration and no distracting thoughts, a strange feeling emerged, and the arrow flew towards the pot's ear. Draw a beautiful parabola, accurately fall into the left ear, and stick firmly to the ground.

Penetrating the ear, ten points.

"Good accuracy!" Zheng Hong felt that Ju Ming had great potential and they could play together more often in the future.

By the time Bai Chongyan also finished throwing the pot, Zheng Hong had the first score, Zhu Ming had the second score, Li Hanzhang had the third score, and Zhu Guoxiang had the fourth score.

Mr. Bai Sanlang was laughed at by everyone and ordered to drink several glasses of wine as a penalty.

After several rounds of pot throwing, Bai Chongyan stood up and took everyone to visit his tea workshop.

The workshop is located near the water pool, and the tea leaves picked this morning are already being steamed. The tea farmers were so busy that the villagers at the foot of the mountain also came to help. They sat together to select tea leaves, packed tea buds of different grades in batches, and then brought in pool water to clean them.

Bai Chongwen, the eldest son of the Bai family, supervised at Chashan in the morning and came to the workshop to direct in the afternoon.

Although this person has an eccentric personality, he is extremely serious about his work and likes to do things himself.

He warmly received his third brother and his friends, took everyone to see the tea-making process, and even took the trouble to explain the secrets in detail.

After visiting the tea-making workshop, Zhu Guoxiang proposed to visit the land and determine which land and forests to purchase.

Watching his third brother walking further and further away, Bai Chongwen's expression instantly darkened.

He already knew about his third brother's purchase of a pen. He bought a pen for sixty dollars, and his father actually agreed. He was in charge of the family's property, and every penny was spent with his hard work, yet it was just thrown away by his third brother indiscriminately.

There is also a third brother who spends money on studying every year.

Can it be so easy to pass the Jinshi exam?

If you don't pass the Jinshi exam, it will be of no use to you as a candidate. It's just a matter of honor.

But this face belongs to the third brother and has nothing to do with him, Bai Dalang.

They even had to give away ten acres of mountain land and ten acres of forest - Bai Chongwen didn't know yet that the Zhu family and his son had already refused to give away the gift.

Bai Chongwen was full of resentment. He felt that his father was old and confused and it would be better if he died immediately!

…

The pool is connected to the Han River through a stream, and the Bai family is unwilling to sell the mountainous land next to the stream.

Bai Chongyan stood on a hillside, pointed to the east and said: "From here to the east, you can take whatever piece of land you like. When it comes to irrigation, you can use the stream water without charging any money." But you can’t go to the pool to fetch water. The water in the pool is used to steam tea. It’s a pity that it is polluted by the dung bucket.”

Zhu Guoxiang estimated the distance with his naked eye. The land that the Bai family could sell was only one and a half miles away from the creek.

And there are no aqueducts, so irrigation water has to be carried on the shoulders. The further east you go, the steeper the mountain road becomes and the more scattered the farmland becomes. Affected by the terrain, small patches of farmland are only a few square meters, and the flattest and wide ones are only a few square feet.

There is no choice.

Zhu Guoxiang was too lazy to take a closer look and said casually: "Let's just start here and buy all the mountains and forests to the east until the total is twenty acres."

Bai Chongyan turned to the boy and said, "Shout Zeng."

Zeng Da was a tea farmer who lived by the pond. He hurriedly ran from the tea workshop and stood beside him, waiting for orders.

Bai Chongyan ordered: "I want to sell the land. Whose tenants are farming these? How big is a piece of land? Please tell me carefully."

Zeng Dazhu said: "This piece belongs to Yuan Er's family and is ten feet and three feet (about 15 square meters). That piece belongs to Liu's aunt's son and is only eight feet. That piece is..."

"Write it down." Bai Chongyan said to his boy.

The boy brought a pen and paper with him and quickly took notes on the spot. He didn't stop until he had collected ten acres.

Bai Chongyan also sent his servants to drive several wooden stakes to mark the boundaries of the land being sold.

After everything was done, Bai Chongyan said: "Brother Yuan Zhang..."

"You should call me Brother Zhu." Zhu Guoxiang really couldn't get used to this title.

Bai Chongyan didn't think much about it: "Mr. Zhu, the hillside circled just now must be more than ten acres. It is estimated that fifteen acres are left. There are many uncultivated fields among the cultivated land, with miscellaneous trees and weeds. According to the It is customary for tenants to cut firewood.”

"We will not break the rules." Zhu Guoxiang promised.

Zeng Da said happily: "I thank Mr. Zhu."

In other words, more than fifteen acres of mountainous land is nominally owned by the Zhu family. But the Zhu family has no right to dispose of more than five acres of barren slopes, which are reserved for tenants to chop firewood.

The next step was to purchase the forest. Neither party was too lazy to measure, so they estimated an area of ​​ten acres to mark.

Back at Biyunting, Bai Chongyan wrote the contract himself, and it was completed after both parties signed and signed it.

Zhu Guoxiang cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Sanlang, the money to buy the land will be sent to your house another day. Today I will talk to the tenants first."

"Excuse me, it's getting late and it's time for me to go down the mountain." Bai Chongyan said.

The little kid Bai Qi was already tired from wandering around the mountains.

Zhu Guoxiang asked the child to sit in the pavilion and said, "Wait here. Don't run around. I will come back to pick you up in a quarter or two at most."

"Okay!" Bai Qi nodded obediently.

The father and son took the tenant Zeng Da back to the land they had just bought.

Zhu Guoxiang kept picking out relatively flat and open land, with a total area of ​​about 0.7 acres, and told Zeng Dadao: "Go and tell the other tenants clearly that these pieces of land I have selected will not be plowed for the time being. In another twenty days, , you go down the mountain to my wife’s house, and I will bring the corn seedlings and teach you how to farm.”

"That... that's corn seedlings. We have never planted them before, and we don't know what kind of food they are." Zeng Da looked confused.

Zhu Guoxiang thought for a while and said: "For other lands, the rules are still the same. How much is the land rent? I will provide the seeds for the lands I selected without charging you a penny. If the corn harvest fails, the harvest will not be as good as planting. I don’t want you to rent a single grain of corn or sorghum.”

Zeng Da still felt unsure, but Zhu Guoxiang was the landowner, and for this reason, he would be asking for trouble if he didn't agree. He could only bite the bullet and say, "It's all arranged by Mr. Zhu."

Zhu Guoxiang warned again: "The pieces of land I selected must not be sown randomly. If anyone dares to make his own decisions, even if the seeds sprout, I will shovel them all!"

"Listen to Mr. Zhu." Zeng Da obediently agreed, feeling bitter and unable to vomit.

The tea farmers who work in the mountainous areas are all busy picking and making tea today, and Zhu Guoxiang cannot summon everyone together.

He sent Zeng Da away and went down the mountain with the land purchase contract.

Not far away, Zhu Guoxiang suddenly stopped: "Tell me, why am I called Zhu Yuanzhang?"

Ju Ming had a wicked look on his face: "Do you know what the Chinese character Zhu Yuanzhang is?"

"I only know his nickname is Chongba," Zhu Guoxiang said.

Ju Ming explained with a smile: "Zhu Yuanzhang, whose courtesy name is Guorui. Xiangrui, auspicious, auspicious and auspicious mean the same thing. What a coincidence. Your name is Zhu Guoxiang, which is no different from Zhu Guorui. It is only natural that the name Yuanzhang is used."

"I think you are crazy about wanting to be the emperor," Zhu Guoxiang rolled his eyes at his son, "Don't think I don't know. Zheng Chenggong should be called Zhu Chenggong. What does it mean when you choose the name "Success" for yourself?"

Zhu Ming immediately shouted that he was wronged and pretended to be weird: "Dad, my Dean Zhu, I don't have much knowledge, and the name and the surname must be the same. In addition to the epitaph, I remember that the inscription means to pay tribute, hastily Now I can only give myself a nickname called success."

Zhu Guoxiang heard a black line, what kind of bullshit is this?

Inexplicably, he became Zhu Yuanzhang, and his son was Zhu Chenggong.

Ju Ming pulled out a piece of weed and held it in his mouth. He looked back at the mountainous land he had just bought and said happily: "We will also be landlords from now on. Let's develop well for a year or two and be sure to gain a foothold here. By the way, when will we build a house? settle down?"

Zhu Guoxiang said: "I asked Mrs. Shen that those who can build houses and make furniture in the village are also ordinary farmers. They are very busy during this period. If they want to hire people to repair their houses, they have to wait until the rice planting is finished."

"Then just wait slowly and remember to pay Madam Shen for room and board." Zhu Ming was not in a hurry.

The father and son walked down the mountain leisurely. When they reached the middle of the mountain, the sky had turned dark.

Zhu Guoxiang suddenly frowned: "Did we forget something?"

"No." Ju Ming said.

"You must have forgotten something?" Zhu Guoxiang shook his head and thought.

Ju Ming slapped his thigh fiercely: "Damn it, Brother Qi is still in the mountain!"

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are also very arrogant when two men are allowed to look after the child.