Humane Yongchang

Chapter 381 Common People
In the world, there may not be a satisfactory career.

Even if it is a top-level profession that is high in everyone's eyes and follows the law, there is no one or any rules in the world that can restrain it.

Just like on New Year's Eve, when ordinary people can reunite with their families, Chen Sheng had to go far to Xuzhou and didn't return until the early morning.

Another example is the first day of the first lunar month, when even beggars who are begging can give themselves a day off, but Chen Sheng had to get up early in the morning to tidy up his clothes and lead the Han court civil and military officials to hold a New Year's sacrificial ceremony, offering sacrifices to the three emperors and five emperors, the mountains, rivers, the earth, At four o'clock in the sun and the moon, I wish Han Ting good weather, good crops, and prosperity of people and animals this year...

After the work was over, I had to cheer myself up, feasting on the officials at the Han Palace, summarizing the past and looking forward to the future with a bunch of bad old men with a smile.

A set of routines went down, and when he went home, the galaxy was already hanging high.

Of course, he can ignore these trivial matters, and Meimei spends the New Year comfortably with her old father and wife at home.

Even as long as he is willing, canceling these ceremonies that have been circulating in the land of Kyushu for a long time is only a matter of words.

But compared with the series of negative effects caused by being lazy, it is obviously a very wise choice to aggrieve yourself to work hard for another day.

Although these old-fashioned processes, in his eyes, are all superficial skills of taking off his pants and farting.

But maybe this is life...

For this grand banquet, the cooks of the Han Palace have been busy preparing for more than a month. The extremes of summer and autumn are not very common green vegetables.

The civil and military officials all ate their mouths full of oil and wine.

Chen Sheng's food tasted like chewing wax, and his mind was filled with the steam from the cauldrons in his yard.

In essence, Chen Sheng is actually a very family-loving person.

Perhaps because he died once, he deeply understood the truth that wealth and power are like floating clouds in the face of death.

Or maybe it's because he's enjoyed better, most of the enjoyment in Kyushu's current productivity level is nothing to him.

Therefore, compared with the worldly desires of standing out, honoring the ancestors, becoming a high official, and making a lot of money, he actually hopes to waste time in the one-third of the acre of the Chen family compound.

Of course, it doesn't matter whether he has come to the stage where he is today or not.

Tens of millions of Han court people, and even the weight of the entire Kyushu human race, is enough to push his heart that wants to lie down and rush forward without stopping and striding forward!

There are two different things between lying flat and being responsible.

This may also be another sense of the times creating heroes.

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The carriage, under the escort of Wang Ting's bodyguards, drove smoothly into Chang'an Square.

In the carriage, he just took off his complicated crown suit, wearing only a thin black lining, Chen Sheng, leaning against the window with his chin resting tiredly, staring at the bright galaxy in the sky without focus.

Suddenly, a faint food smell mixed with the bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine and the musty smell unique to old corn entered his nose.

He subconsciously glanced in the direction where the smell came from, and saw a patch of dim candlelight in the gray snow reflecting the dim starlight, pouring into the snow through a fence window, shining brightly. .

With the help of the dim starlight reflected by the snow, Chen Sheng recognized the big house with the faint outline of a cuboid. The common people who spend the winter still occupy the majority, so it is not uncommon to see large heated kang houses in Chen County.

Chen Sheng hesitated for a few breaths, and finally sighed and said, "Stop the car."

"Shut up!"

The captain of the guard who was driving the car immediately restrained the horse that was pulling the cart.

Chen Sheng got up and got off the carriage, walking towards the only candlelight in the night, and the guards of the royal court hurriedly followed in his footsteps with torches.

However, he waved his hand and kept the large army around the carriage, with only two royal guards with torches to light up.

The sound in the heated kang mansion was noisy, and the three of them could not be found approaching.

The door of the house was open, and a thick straw curtain woven of straw was hung to block the cold wind.

Chen Sheng opened the straw curtain, and before he walked in, a compound heat wave mixed with the smell of feet, sweat, and the bitter taste of Chinese medicine rushed towards him.

Xun made him black in front of his eyes, so he didn't hold his breath!

He cursed several times in his heart to the head of the house, and then daringly stepped into the house, dazzling his eyes.

I saw no less than [-] black crowds in the house divided into two groups. Everyone was holding tableware and chopsticks. The inner three layers and the outer three layers were surrounded by two cauldrons. Everyone was staring at the front. , the "gudugudu" swallowing sounds came one after another, and no one even noticed that someone came into the room.

In the middle of the two cauldrons, there are still six people sitting scattered, busy.

The two used a hatchet to cut some wool such as bark, straw, wheat straw, dry wood and so on.

The two pushed the stone mill to grind the finely chopped wool into powder.

The two shook the bamboo sieve to pass the unknown powder from the stone mill.

Clear division of labor, skilled action.

At a glance, you can see that it is not the first day to do this work.

Chen Sheng looked at the brown-yellow powder, and then looked at the two steaming cauldrons, and seemed to have guessed something.

At this time, the six people who processed the powder also noticed that someone was coming in, and with a dazzling glance, their eyes suddenly straightened...

Of course, there are people in Chen County who do not recognize Chen Sheng.

But Chang'an Square is the gateway to Changning Square. The people here watch Chen Sheng in and out every day, and very few people don't recognize him.

The six people were so startled that they were about to jump up and salute, but they were stopped by Chen Sheng shaking his head and pressing his hand...

He walked to a crowd around the cauldron, patted the shoulder of the person in front of him, and whispered, "Can you let me in?"

The man put his toes on his toes, stretched his neck and stared in front of him, and replied without turning his head: "Don't worry, it hasn't been boiled yet, but I don't dare to eat it!"

Chen Sheng: "I'll take a look."

The man reluctantly stepped aside, and still mumbled without turning his head: "What are you looking at, it's not enough to look at..."

Chen Sheng said nothing, and squeezed his head into the crowd.

"Excuse me, let it go!"

"Don't worry, this thing is enough..."

Everyone he photographed was reluctant to look away, and they all made similar muttering noises, all turned to Chen Sheng, who should have insisted on going, and waited until Chen Sheng squeezed in front of him before secretly thinking about this person. Why are the clothes on your body so good?

Chen Sheng squeezed to the front very smoothly, and saw a large iron pot with a diameter of more than one meter wide, placed on the stove pit of the heated kang, and a pot of creamy dark brown "food" was boiled in the pot. With a half-height shovel, he turned the pot of "food" to prevent it from burning.

The candle in the room was hung on one side of the cauldron. The light in the cauldron was the brightest in the room. With the help of the woman's flipping movements, Chen Sheng could see clearly that what was simmering in the cauldron was not all dark brown powder. Also mixed with some corn, but the total amount is very small.

In a pot full of "food", the amount of corn is at most a quarter... and these corns are still moldy corn that cannot be used as military rations.

Chen Sheng stared at the pot of food for more than ten breaths before turning his head to look at the woman who shoveled the shovel, and smiled reluctantly: "Auntie, did this thing eat accumulated food?"

The woman raised her head and glanced at him, her eyes straightened in an instant, and she even swung the shovel in her hand.

The people around stared straight at the cauldron, and noticed that the master was not cooking, so he raised his eyes suspiciously, looked at the master, and then followed the master's gaze to Chen Sheng.

"Gudong."

The sound of swallowing one after another instantly turned into a whole.

After the air was stagnant for several breaths, the crowd of people surrounding the cauldron dispersed at once. Everyone bowed their knees to Chen Sheng and knelt down: "The grass people pay their respects to the king, long live my king, long live!"

"...Long live, long live, my king!"

In an instant, all the people in the big house fell to their knees and kowtowed to Chen Sheng.

Chen Sheng took the big shovel dropped by the woman's house, continued to turn over the food in the pot, and said without turning his head: "Get up, don't kneel to me, our more than 30 red-clothed soldiers are throwing their heads and blood on the front line. It means that the big guys can stand up straight and be a man in the future, and you kneel down to me, not to respect me, but to hurt me!"

Kneeling and kowtowing, the people heard the words, looked at each other excitedly, and soon stood up in twos and threes.

The Han court abolished the kneeling ceremony and only bowed. They were the people of Chen County, so it was impossible not to know.

It's just that I saw Chen Sheng at first sight, and it was so close that instinct took the upper hand...

"Give me a bowl."

Chen Sheng spread out a hand while flipping the food in the pot.

When the people in the house heard the words, they all glanced at the guy who was eating in their hands. In an instant, most of the people eliminated the guy who was eating by themselves... No matter how clean the bowl was, it would be fine. It's the hands of the dirty king!

After a while of chaos, a complete and new earthenware bowl, which was carefully washed several times with clean water, was delivered to Chen Sheng's palm.

There is no doubt that this pottery bowl must be the best bowl in this big house.

Chen Sheng took the bowl, scooped out a lump the size of an egg from the pot, picked it up and blew it.

Everyone in the house was shocked when they saw this.

"Don't, Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, your body is so precious, how can such pickled glutinous rice enter the mouth of Your Majesty?"

"The grass people are guilty, the king spares his life..."

Chen Sheng raised his head and took a sip. As soon as he entered the brown paste-like food, an extremely unpalatable and strange taste exploded in his mouth.

That kind of taste... It's very much like eating dried peanuts peeled and unshelled when I was a child. I accidentally ate a moldy peanut that had been eaten by insects.

He resisted the strange taste and wanted to swallow the food in his mouth that he didn't know if it could be called food, but he couldn't hold back and vomited, and almost spit out all the food in his stomach...

He had to slam his eyes shut, like a child drinking Chinese medicine, forcibly poured the rest of the food into his mouth at one time, stretched his neck and swallowed it, his face flushed red!
At this time, he thought of the dishes prepared by the chefs of the Han Dynasty's palace at the banquet of the Han Dynasty, but he ate the dishes as if they had completed the task.

Suddenly I felt that the slogans I shouted loudly on weekdays were actually just a generation of "why not eat minced meat"!
After several breaths, Chen Shengcai let out a long breath, put the earthenware bowl on the stove lightly, and forced a smile: "It's really not very tasty."

The inside of the big house gradually calmed down, and the people who stared intently at him listened to the words and wanted to laugh, but they couldn't laugh, and there were some inexplicable mists floating in the eyes of many people.

They don't feel their life is hard at all.

But it was bitter for Chen Sheng to live the same life as them.

"Who is the Sheriff?"

Chen Sheng took a few more breaths, as if he wanted to use his breath to dissipate the bitter, astringent and musty odor in his mouth.

However, these three flavors seemed to have taken root, firmly entrenched in his mouth.

An old man with gray hair and patches on his gray robe, who was indistinguishable from the others just in appearance, stooped and walked quickly to Chen Sheng, and bowed to the end: "Little old man Peng Zhong, bye bye. Your Majesty, long live my king, long live, long live."

The head of the dormitory is a temporary cadre who is of the same nature as the class cadres, and is collectively elected by the people of the big house where he lives. He is responsible for connecting with the royal court. The various materials sent by the court, as well as the officials who assisted the royal court in managing the mansion where the heated kang was located.

For example, arranging people to take turns to watch the night, opening doors and windows regularly to change the air, to avoid excessive oxygen consumption in the house due to too many people, causing major accidents.

Another example is to supervise the people living in the big house, and regularly go to the public bathhouse opened by the royal court to take a bath, so as to avoid infectious diseases caused by personal hygiene problems...

In short, it is a temporary cadre with little power but a great role.

Chen Sheng lifted it up with both hands and smiled gently: "Old man, I have a few questions to ask you, please answer truthfully."

The flower-haired old man held his hand without hesitation and said, "Excuse me, Your Majesty, the little old man will say whatever he knows."

Chen Sheng nodded, pointed at the food that was still gurgling in the pot and asked, "I remember that after the winter, all the people in Chen County are given [-] taels of food every day. Although these [-] taels are definitely not enough to eat, they don't need to eat this. And today is the first day of the first month of the first lunar month. I remember that I instructed the officials in the royal court to distribute one or two more grains to each of them today... Why is this?"

That's why he had previously disagreed with Lees's cuts to the county's grain rations anyway.

The flower-haired old man replied calmly with a calm expression: "Returning to the king, the food rationed in the royal court is indeed four grains per person, but there are a lot of half-size cubs here, they are just the age they can eat and they can't stand hunger the most. The little old man was really helpless, so he put the ashes into the pot and squeezed out the food for these little brats to keep. Master Zhang also distributed enough food for the festival today to the little old man. It was the little old man who let everyone The guy saved some food, but didn't bring it out to cook... The little old man is convicted, ask the king to convict!"

Chen Sheng gave a noncommittal "um" and looked at the people who were in a daze.

Aware of Chen Sheng's gaze, someone immediately replied: "Your Majesty, Erbo Peng is right, all the food from the king's court has been sent to us, and it is we who put the ash in the pot to save an extra bite for the cubs. Yes, the grass and wood ash adults eat it, the little brat would never dare to eat it!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, when the harvest was good in the past, it was a bowl of wheat bran and half a bowl of corn. What kind of year is this? How can you waste corn and rice? Wasn't it more sinful than a good year?"

"Your Majesty, Erbo Peng is not talking nonsense. The matter of saving grain is decided by the big guys together. We want to send the grain we saved to the Red Army. For those of us who eat dry rice, we have corn and rice to eat every day and a heated kang. Sleep, our soldiers in the Red Army are still fighting against the wind and snow outside to kill the enemy..."

"Your Majesty, spring will begin soon, and you can start farming when spring begins. Good days will come soon."

Chen Sheng looked at their steadfast, proud, or longing faces, and there were a few things in his heart that he couldn't explain.

It is said that history is created by the people.

But when did history belong to the people?

Their sufferings, their joys and sorrows, do not fall into the history of history.

Or the lives of hundreds of thousands or millions of people can be exchanged for a handful of words in the history books.

It was as if they never existed and were false.

But Chen Sheng looked at them, everyone was so fresh!
The joys, sorrows and sorrows of the common people... are also joys, sorrows and sorrows!
He didn't ask any more.

Because those issues are no longer relevant.

"The food that the royal court distributes to the big guy, the big guy can eat it with confidence!"

Chen Sheng smiled brightly and said, "I won't starve our brothers in the Red Army!"

"Come here, pass my order to send twenty catties of corn to all the kang houses in the county."

"Come here, distribute these 'food' to all the adults in our royal court... Taste it well!"

　PS1: It took a lot of time to find this "real" feeling, the update is late, gentlemen forgive me...

　　PS2: Do you like this way of writing, please mention it in the chapter.

　　
　
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