Guide to Traveling through the Northern Song Dynasty.

Chapter 434 0429 [The Story of the Mooncake]

The autumn wind brings coolness, and the bright moon hangs high.

Zhu Ming walked into the yard, and saw Zhong Miaoyun standing on the porch, with a maid holding a pen and paper beside him.

"We sang martial arts last night, and we sang literary ones tonight?" Ju Ming thought it was very interesting.

Zhong Miaoyun leaned forward to salute, and said with a smile: "Sister Zhe said that Mr. Xianggong knocked down his spear with a single mace, so he had to walk through the corridor and enter the house. Why don't you change it to a poem tonight, so that Mr. Zhe looks both civil and military, and maybe we can leave a good story through the ages."

Ju Ming has already done some research on rhyme books, and if he really asks him to write poems and lyrics, he can still compose a poem without copying.

Of course, if you can copy or copy, you don't need to worry about it.

Zhong Miaoyun pointed to the moon in the sky: "Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, my husband may wish to write a song "Zhe Gui Ling", and the words must be related to Mid-Autumn Festival or the bright moon."

Before Ju Ming could speak, the maid came over with pen and paper, and another maid held a lantern for lighting.

Zhu Ming picked up his pen and brushed his ink away: "Who grinds a round of flying mirror? It shines through the universe and penetrates the mountains and rivers. The jade dew is cold and clear, washing the autumn sky and the silver and Han without waves. It is more clear than the constant night, and it will not hinder the osmanthus shadow dancing."

Seeing this, Zhong Miaoyun already showed a happy expression, waiting to see what will be written later.

The first few sentences are all describing the scenery, and then it is time to describe the love, just like drawing the dragon shape to add the dragon's eyes.

"I sang a song to ask Chang'e. How about not getting drunk?"

Zhong Miaoyun smiled when he saw it, because the phrase "Lao Tzu" was not the Taoist patriarch Lao Tzu, but a self-proclaimed Lao Tzu in the common saying.

Vulgar and vulgar enough, but also wild and uninhibited.

I'm singing under the moon, just want to ask Chang'e, if I'm in a bad mood on Mid-Autumn Festival night, what else can I do besides drinking?
"Is this Xianggong's old work?" Zhong Miaoyun asked curiously.

Zhu Ming said nonsense: "I wrote it before the army was raised. That year's Mid-Autumn Festival was quite depressing. I figured it out after a drink."

Zhong Miaoyun asked: "Have you figured it out and raised your troops?"

"That's right," Ju Ming was still painting himself, "I'm living in Guizhou during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I can't control everything, so I'm depressed and irritable. After drinking with Chang'e, I figured out everything. Since the king is unkind, I will take his place. .”

If things like rebellion were put in the past, Zhong Miaoyun would be extremely disgusted.

But the person in front of her is her husband, and he is also very good-looking, and now there is a good song, she can understand Ju Ming's depression and difficulties in an instant.

Zhong Miaoyun said: "It's really a good poem, but the rhythm is a bit wrong."

"Since we want to recreate the universe, why not change the rhythm?" Zhu Ming lied more and more smoothly.

Of course, the rhythm has changed. Zhong Miaoyun asked him to write the lyrics, but Zhu Ming copied Yuan Qu.

"Zhegui Ling" has evolved from Ci Pai to Qu Pai, and there have been many changes. This is just one of them, and the number of words has been increased by two.Among Yuan operas, there is even a hundred-character winning order that adds dozens of characters.

Zhong Miaoyun said: "It's a pity that I don't know how to compose music, otherwise I must compose a new song for it."

"You don't need to compose a new song, just make some changes," Zhu Ming said, "You can take it to Teacher Li tomorrow, and she will definitely be able to make a suitable song."

"I would like to follow the order of my lord," Zhong Miaoyun suddenly became polite and said stoopingly, "My husband has passed the test, please go into the house to rest."

This girl is much more interesting, and she prepared fine wine and some snacks in the house.

She asked Zhu Ming to sit down, poured wine by the sleeve, and said, "Tonight, my husband doesn't have to drink with Chang'e. I have slaves to accompany me to drink as much as I want."

"That's great. Chang'e is dumb, and she doesn't talk to me when she lives in Toad Palace." Zhu Ming said something funny.

Zhong Miaoyun didn't know whether it was because he had a low point of laughter, or he was deliberately ingratiating, so he covered his mouth and snickered when he was teased.

When Zhu Ming raised his glass, she quickly picked up the wine glass and clinked glasses with her husband for a sip.

Chatting and chatting, the two ordered drinking again, and finally said: "I have listened to Mr. Yuzhang's lectures for a few days. He fought against Confucians in Luoyang to defend his knowledge. Those Confucian scholars in Luoyang could not distinguish him. Later, someone Report to the officials, arrest him and put him in prison, he is the one who was ordered to be released by the Beijing Northwest Road Envoy.”

Mr. Yuzhang is Chen Yuan's younger brother Luo Congyan, and also Zhu Xi's father and teacher's teacher.

In the development of Cheng-Zhu Confucianism, Luo Congyan is a link between the past and the future.

His academic thinking was very aggressive in the early days, and he thought based on reality. He not only scolded Wang Anshi's reforms for disrupting the world, but also insinuated that Song Huizong was fatuous and immoral.Later, he experienced the national humiliation of Jingkang, and was disgusted by Zhao Gou. In his later years, he became isolated from the people, introspective and self-cultivating, and extremely indifferent.

To put it more bluntly, when I was young, I felt that the country could still be saved, and I wanted to revitalize the country after thinking about practical problems.In his later years, he has lost his interest, breaking the cans and smashing, not seeking to change the world, but sticking to his own heart and morality.

Zhu Ming asked, "Why did Mr. Yuzhang go to Luoyang?"

Zhong Miaoyun said: "More than ten years ago, he sold his land and went to Luoyang to study. In the first two years, he learned a lot and returned to Luoyang to thank Mr. Yichuan's descendants. At that time, my husband was managing Guizhou, and Mr. Yuzhang heard someone scold him. In the first debate, everyone was unconvinced, and another meeting was arranged. Mr. Yuzhang, alone, debated dozens of Confucian scholars. He fell, and then he was arrested by the government."

"Hahahaha," Ju Ming felt amused, "If there is a chance in the future, I would like to meet that Mr. Yuzhang in person."

What the hell, when Luo Congyan heard that Zhu Ming rebelled, his attitude immediately turned 180 degrees, and now he denounces Zhu Ming as a traitor every day.

Chong Miaoyun couldn't help but asked: "Does Xianggong really want to sit in the world? I know it's stupid to ask, but why didn't you learn from King Shu's reform at the beginning? My grandfather said that with the talent of Xianggong, he will be able to rule the world in the future." .If the rebellion succeeds, you can do whatever you want, and if it fails, everything will end."

"The Great Song Dynasty has accumulated evils that cannot be recovered, and Guan Zhong's resurrection cannot be saved." Zhu Ming said.

Zhong Miaoyun was quite worried. Although she had read history books, she still felt that her husband's territory was too small, and it was difficult to win in the end compared with the entire Song Dynasty.

But if you marry your husband and follow your husband, you must look forward to Ju Ming's success.

Zhong Miaoyun's face was flushed after drinking too much wine, he accidentally glanced at the bed, and instantly blushed up to his ears, and reminded: "It's getting late, my husband, let's rest."

Zhu Ming asked the maid to leave, and dragged Zhong Miaoyun to sleep.

But Zhong Miaoyun said in a low voice: "My husband picked up sister Zhe and threw her on the bed. I want to try it too."

Zhu Ming was stunned, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he really didn't realize that this girl was still a coquettish girl.

Seeing her timid look, Zhu Ming picked it up by the waist, and said viciously, "I am a bandit now, and you are Mrs. Yazhai I captured!"

Zhong Miaoyun immediately frightened and begged for mercy: "No, I want to go home, I beg the king to let me go back..."

Has this drama become so good?

The reaction is too fast.

"It's late, even if your grandfather brings troops to attack the cottage, I will definitely not let you go back!" Zhu Ming grinned, his performance was too heavy, obviously he was not a good actor.

Zhong Miaoyun's acting skills are superb, and she actually cried with tears in her voice: "I have money in my family, can I use money to redeem him?"

"I don't rob wealth, today I only rob sex!"

Zhu Ming threw her on the bed, his hands curled up like a beast, and he let out a howling sound.

"It's so scary... Puff!" Zhong Miaoyun laughed at the groaning sound.

The next day, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the whole army distributed moon cakes.

Ju Ming originally wanted to give the soldiers some bean paste filling, but sugar was too expensive and he was still in a tight financial situation.Then just use some nuts to make the filling. There is not enough wheat in southern Sichuan, so you can barely make up the mooncakes with glutinous rice.

South of Jingmen, military camp.

There are the most troops garrisoned here, and soldiers and their families reclaim land together, and they also live with many refugees.

As for the cities along the river, there are 500 troops stationed in each city, and [-] people are rotated every three months.

"They're all here to get the mooncakes!" As a general, Han Shizhong often joked and bluffed when he wasn't fighting.

The moon cakes are made by the chefs of each army, and the methods are different. They can be steamed or baked. Anyway, they can be made into a round shape.

Some wealthy families in the Northern Song Dynasty already had the custom of eating cakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but it was far from being spread to ordinary families. It was not until the Southern Song Dynasty that moon appreciation was associated with eating cakes.

Han Shizhong said to the soldiers queuing up to receive the mooncakes: "The Generalissimo has let go. These mooncakes are eaten during the Mid-Autumn Festival. The cakes are round and family reunions are round. In the past, only rich families ate this. You have never heard of it. Let us serve as soldiers, eat cakes and admire the moon at the same time, from now on we will work hard to fight, so that all the people in the world can be reunited!"

The soldiers were all very happy, because each of them could get four, which means that the four seasons will be happy, not only for themselves, but also for their families.

The soldiers were not allowed to stay, they were all thinking about going home.

Anyway, all the military camps are very close to home, so it’s okay to come back tomorrow to enjoy the moon together.

Han Shizhong said to his lieutenant Zhong Yanchong: "Does the Chong family army distribute moon cakes?"

Zhong Yanchong said: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is just a holiday, how can there be so much food to distribute moon cakes?"

"It's going to be distributed here. No matter how scarce the food is, it has to be distributed." Han Shizhong didn't know what he was excited about. "You were born in the general family, so I don't know what the pawns are thinking. Don't look at just four pancakes per person, but the pawns are so happy Very well, I know that the Generalissimo misses them. Maybe for a bite of mooncake, someone remembers Enqing and sacrificed his life on the battlefield."

Chong Yanchong expressed doubts: "It's not that evil, is it?"

Han Shizhong smiled and said: "So you generals don't understand where the military spirit is at all. The Generalissimo does know that the military spirit is everywhere. As long as you treat the soldiers well at ordinary times, the soldiers will give up their lives when they go to the battlefield."

Chong Yanchong watched the soldiers happily receiving moon cakes, much happier than usual when receiving rations, so he stopped talking immediately, but thoughtfully,
"Let's eat mooncakes!"

The soldiers who lived near the military camp hurried home with the cakes in their arms. Before they even entered the door, they shouted: "Come out and eat moon cakes. These are only eaten by the rich. The generalissimo was thinking of us, so he specially asked the cook to make cakes for the soldiers. You can also enjoy it with the rich."

When the refugees next door heard this, they were all envious.

Moon cakes have not even been spread among the upper class, let alone the refugees at the bottom.But since it is eaten by wealthy households, it must be a good thing.

Some refugees who fled famine with their children were even harassed by the children to eat mooncakes, so they had to go to the soldiers' homes to see what mooncakes were.

Then I went home and used the newly harvested beans this year to make bean cakes for my children.

Sichuan, Hanzhong, Xiangyang, Nanyang... Since then, the whole family has the habit of eating moon cakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and even Xiaomin also bakes some round pancakes on this day.

(End of this chapter)