Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 36 Xinghua Village

(I wish you all a healthy and happy new year!)

March three.

Outing in February and March.

The willows are already green, the birds are singing, the butterflies are dancing, and the weeds are full of fragrance.

As one of the three main gates of Chang'an City, Qixia Gate is naturally full of traffic.

Fortunately, the Qixia Gate is spacious enough for carriages carrying goods, pedestrians passing in and out, scholars riding donkeys, and ladies riding in Xi chariots to pass through without delaying each other.

Ordinarily, the young lady should wear fences, curtains and hats to cover her face, but the atmosphere of Datang is gradually opening up, I don't know if it is too self-confident, except for traveling far, she seldom wears fences.

In addition to the so-called safety and etiquette, wearing a fence when traveling far away is the most important thing: mosquito protection.

In the green and pollution-free Datang, mosquitoes are also very environmentally friendly.

The scholars shook their heads, dropped their book bags from time to time, and chanted a few lines of verses that they thought were brilliant, hoping to win the favor of some young lady.

The prevalence of poetry and martial arts is the style of the great Tang Dynasty.

If you can't get romance from swords and guns, you can talk about Lisao in poetry and books.

Poetry talents are inherently superior and inferior, but they are basically at the level, and those who can be presented have a little bit of quality, and it is impossible to be useless.

In this lively, boiling, and tolerant country, countless good poems have been handed down to later generations, but most of them are not too brilliant, and are slowly buried in the dust of history.

In addition to making the little lady look back and smile, poetry can also make a name for scholars, or become the capital for courting dignitaries.

Because the imperial examination is in the ascendant, the experience is not in place, and the examination papers are not vague, it is inevitable that the examiner's personal impression may add or subtract points.

For example, Bu Mou submitted a test paper to the examiner's office, and the examiner looked at it when he was grading the paper, oops, I have an impression of this person. The original rating of the middle and upper grades has become lower and lower, is it understandable?

Although during the reign of Wude, scholars were indeed allowed to participate in the imperial examinations without being recommended by the local government.

Even if this high-ranking official is not in charge of the imperial examination, who doesn't have a few colleagues?

On the left side of the road, there is a lawn, a wooden platform, and a huge rock next to it. There are three big characters in Feibai written on it, "Xinghua Village".

Feibai's strokes are silky and white, as if written with a dry brush. It is said that it was created by Cai Yong in the later Han Dynasty. Wang Xizhi's father and son loved Feibai very much, and the current emperor loves it, so it became more popular.

Anyway, according to this vigorous font, the person who wrote this stele must have a background.

On the stage, several rough clay pots were looming, one of which was opened, and a strong fragrance wafted on the road.

"Stop!"

There was a little lady on the shoulder, regardless of her appearance, jumped down, and came to the audience with a smile.

"Brother, my little sister is thirsty on the way, can I ask for a bowl of wine?"

Uh, this is the first time I've heard of people begging for wine when they're thirsty.

A small pottery bowl filled half a bowl of clear wine, and gently handed it to the little lady: "The wine is a bit strong, please take a sip."

The little lady raised the bowl, took a deep breath, and then swallowed deeply. Her unpainted cheeks turned red, her clear eyes became cloudy, and her grinning smile revealed a hint of comfort.

"The little girl has tasted famous wines all over the world, and she thinks that she has never made a mistake. The wine should be Fen wine, but for some reason, it has become much purer. Good wine!"

The members of the Xiangli clan chuckled: "Young lady is actually an expert! That's right, Xinghua Village was originally born out of Fenjiu, but its purification is a special skill, so I can't disclose it. Little lady thinks it's good, so she recommended it to her close friends, and Xinghua Village immediately Grateful."

"Why is it called Xinghua Village? Because Bi Village happens to be called Xinghua Village."

"Today is my Xinghua Village wine cellar. Although I got a poem from a sage, I still offer a reward to all the sages. No matter how high or low the poem is, there is always a bowl of wine. My family's head said that in the end, all poems will be selected publicly, and the top ten will be ten. The bounties of pennies, twenty pennies, thirty pennies, if they can surpass the poems of sages, one hundred pennies!"

The little lady sat back on her shoulders with a naive expression, and ordered: "Hurry up and send someone back to the Guanglu Temple Liangyin Office to report to Aye, Xinghua Village has good wine, it can be imperial wine!"

Liquor affairs in the world are under the administration of Liang Brew, and in bad harvest years, they can even force the world not to make grain wine—fruit wine is not within the scope of the ban.

The Good Brewing Order can arrange for good wine to be included in the imperial wine list, but if the good wine is not known, it will inevitably be regarded as dereliction of duty.

Liang Lingling Du Kan, although he didn't learn the skills of his ancestors to make wine, but his ability to taste fine wine is world-class. His daughter's family Du Shengxia, under the influence of his ears and eyes, is about [-]% to [-]% better than him in wine tasting.

Therefore, anyone who knew Du Shengxia would be proud of grabbing a bowl of wine.

When Du Shengxia said good wine, no one around her had the right to say otherwise.

This is professional!
Groups of scholars and young ladies came to the stage, and all kinds of poems emerged one after another. Although the level was average, occasionally you could hear some refreshing masterpieces.

A majestic black man, wearing a fringe, a blue round-neck robe, a pair of hemp shoes, and a horizontal knife hanging from his waist, came to the stage and said, "Serve the wine!"

The steward quickly responded: "Guest officer, today is an elegant event. We will meet friends through poetry. No matter how talented in poetry, we will have wine to drink."

The black man muttered a few words: "Trouble. Listen, there is good wine in Xinghua Village. Yeah, you can drink it. If you don't tell me to drink enough, I guarantee you will not have it tomorrow."

Du Shengxia covered her lips and smiled lightly.

The idlers in the audience booed: "Good poetry! Pour wine!"

The level of this poem directly broke the bottom line.

The black man drank a bowl of wine happily, his black face turned red, he scratched his head and said: "Good wine! It's cold in the mouth, but it warms up in the throat, and the whole body is warm. Aye must like it! Shopkeeper, let's have a jar. I'll take it back and give Aye a drink! It's not short of the few pennies!"

The steward smiled wryly: "Forgive me, my lord, today's wine is only for poetry. Another day, another day will definitely meet the needs of Su Guogong's mansion."

This black man is Cheng Yaojin's eldest son, Cheng Chumo, the captain of Zuowei's family, who hangs around when he has nothing to do.

The most unknown person in the entire government.

In terms of title, his Duke is theoretical, and he has to wait for decades, maybe he will let his grandson inherit the title with Cheng Yaojin's vigor and vigor.

That, the second younger brother Cheng Chuliang, Princess Qinghe who was nine years old in the seventh year of Zhenguan, was granted the title of Duke of Dong'e County, and the title is eye-catching.

The third brother, Cheng Chubi, was only eight years old, and he was born to his stepmother Cui, so it doesn't matter if we don't mention it.

Look at the age of marriage bestowed by the emperor, and you will know that the age of marriage in "The Law of Zhenguan" is a fart here.

"Why don't Lao Cheng write a few more poems and drink a bowl of wine?"

It's not that Cheng Chumo is unreasonable, he can't be fooled by playing tricks with merchants, right?
It's just that Cheng's style of poetry is shocking and weeping ghosts and gods!

The steward hurriedly crossed his hands: "Eldest Young Master, you have to give others a chance to be on stage. Another day, another day, you must invite Eldest Young Master to have fun!"

　In the second round of PK, I implore all sages to follow up, collect, and vote to help!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)