A piece of paper

Although Hachizhang Xuan's success makes people happy, it makes people very depressed when they think that this success is related to He Xianjin: Chen Sanlang thought so.

That night, everyone drank strong wine and ate barbecue outside the ceiling. Xian Jin had no one to send him, so he went to Zhen Sanlang's land in Longchuan River to beg three altars of sorghum wine, and then went to the banker on the mountain to purchase more than a dozen running dogs. Pheasants, half a pig, a lamb and a large net of fish came back.

Xianjin originally wanted to pay, but was stopped by Zhen Sanlang angrily, "You come to Longchuanxi Wharf and you pay!? If this word spreads, I, the third master of the wharf, will no longer have the title of Master Zhen!"

Xian Jin thought about it and realized this was the truth.

We have to give someone some face.

Xianjin turned around and rounded up the dozen or so rabbits on the head of the farmer's village. He pointed at Master Zhen and said, "Put it on Master Zhen's account at Dingding Daming Wharf!"

Zhen Sanlang is such a good man.

Chen remembers team building, the Zhen family pays, and calls Zhen Sanlang next time we have dinner.

Xian Jin happily held a free bonfire party.

Dozens of young and middle-aged people were holding meat in one hand and wine bottles in the other, as happy as soldiers who had won a battle.

Happiness belongs to them, and all I have is shabby bedding that is so damp that it becomes moldy!

Chen Sanlang was like a white maggot crawling crazily in the bed, making a large puddle of dark water.

Not urine, but tears.

They are tears of jealousy, tears of pain, and tears of distortion.

"Button..." The wooden board beside the bed made a tentative and reserved sound.

Chen Sanlang emerged from the bed with his maggot head in tears.

Oncoming was the roommate Qiu Dihuang, whose face was dark and slightly red.

"Why don't you go drink and eat meat? Everyone is so happy." Chen Sanlang muttered.

"I looked around and didn't see you," Qiu Dihuang said in a low voice, his face dark and red, red and black, "I'm afraid you haven't eaten and will be hungry easily."

Qiu Dihuang took out a pack of oil paper cloth from behind his back and carefully opened it with one hand, "I roasted a chicken leg and two sweet potatoes for you. Do you want to eat it?"

Chen Sanlang sniffed his nose, the aroma filling his nose, he wrapped the sheet around his chest, leaned weakly on the bedpost, took the sweet potato with one hand, bit his lower lip with his upper teeth, and opened it with a little effort. The sweet potato is red, soft and fluffy.

"It's so kind of you."

Chen Sanlang buried his head and suddenly felt a little lucky to have come to this advancement camp that made him very painful both physically and mentally.

The next morning, Xianjin was woken up by a strong fragrance. He rubbed his eyes and saw that there were several blooming jasmine flowers hidden in the bushes outside the window. He fell into a dazed sleep and said, "That's weird. What blooms at the end of June and the beginning of July?" Flowers?—It’s spring.”

When Ba Zhangxuan was finished, Xianjin picked out two good ones, rolled them up, sealed them with gold-gilded cloth strips, and took a mule cart back to Chen's house in person. One of them was sent to Gianma Hall, and he and Mrs. Qu had a frivolous meal. For lunch, I drank two sips of poisonous chicken soup that turned white, and then went to Baige Hall.

Qiao Fangzhi looked more energetic, his cheeks were fleshy, his hair was black and green, and he could even stand up and take two steps.

"If you want to drink tea, pour it yourself! How can you ask a lame old man to pour tea for his disciples!"

Qiao Fangzhi stood on the ground, holding a tea cup in one hand and a tea cup in the other. When he saw Xian Jin, who was slumped on the Grand Master's chair as soon as he arrived, he became angry, "I don't have the eyesight to see!"

Yes, the voice is also full of energy.

Xianjin sat upright in an instant, his face almost bursting from laughter, "Yi Zheng Wang is so good at medical treatment. You look so comfortable. I have to pay more for Doctor Wang."

Qiao Fangzhi took a sip from the tea cup and put one hand on the table casually, "It's time to add money. Your old lady sends people to check her pulse every now and then. She either says she has palpitations or leg pain - I heard that the old man of the Chen family After his death, your old lady was very depressed for a while, ignoring everything and not asking about anything. Now it seems that she cherishes her life, and she can live for at least another five hundred years."

Chen Sanlang is her heart-saving pill, her medicine introduction, her light, her electricity, and her only myth.

Xian Jin: "Haha."

Qiao Fangzhi raised his eyelids, looked at the roll of paper presented by Xian Jin, and said with a smile, "Has Ba Zhang Xuan been made?"

Xianjin smiled and nodded, "It's done. I'll bring you the first one."

Qiao Fangzhi nodded, "The article is terrible, but the filial piety is very good."

Xianjin licked Zhang's little face, "You can't be useless in life!" Qiao Fangzhi wiped his hands with a silk handkerchief. After his hands were clean, he carefully touched the corner of Ba Zhangxuan and sighed, "A piece of paper is worth a thousand pieces of gold." That’s it.”

"This paper has always been a tribute. If you give it to me, I can only treasure it and not use it."

Qiao Fangzhi seemed to be thinking of something, raised his eyes and asked, "Besides our rice paper, what other paper was selected for this paper tribute?"

"Fujian jade button paper." Xian Jin pursed his lips.

As expected, Qiao Fangzhi twitched his beard and leaned sideways on the back of the Grand Master's chair, "Then you have to be prepared, your Ba Zhangxuan may lose the election."

Xian Jin was not surprised at all when Qiao Fangzhi said this.

In other words, she came today, firstly, to care about her master, and secondly, just for this matter.

Fujian jade buckle paper, focusing on Fujian.

The imperial court had just finished fighting the Japanese.

Where did it come from?

Fujian.

Fujian jade buckle paper is rarely selected as tribute paper. Historically, tribute paper was basically wrapped up by the paper industries in Huaihuai, Sichuan and Huaichuan.

So why did you choose rice paper and Fujian jade paper this time?

When she heard the name "Fujian Jade Button Paper", Xianjin had a vague guess in her mind, but she couldn't accurately pick out this guess from thousands of thoughts, let alone express it clearly. come out.

"Why?" Xianjin gradually straightened his back.

Qiao Fangzhi pinched his newly grown beard and said, "A large part of the voice in the court is that they want peace talks. The Wei Dynasty talks with the Japanese as a victor."

Xian Jin nodded, she knew this, Qiao Hui said it.

When Qiao Fangzhi saw Xian Jin nodding, he couldn't help but snorted happily, "Bao Yuan told you, right?"

Xian Jin nodded again.

Qiao Fangzhi felt even happier.

Pleasure is pleasure, and teaching disciples is the business.

"Since it is a peace negotiation, according to the rules, both sides should give gifts when they meet. We are a victorious country, and what we want to do in this peace negotiation is colonization. The attitude must be tough - what is more insulting than giving away the specialties of the other side's defeated territory? You are superior. What about?"

Xianjin suddenly realized.

Just like you like the roses in the garden of your deskmate's home. You go to the garden of your deskmate's home in the middle of the night. After a fierce battle, you lose. You sit down to discuss it under the witness of the class teacher. The class teacher says, "Okay, okay." Now, everyone gives each other gifts and we are still good friends.”

Then I saw your deskmate proudly take out the rose from under the desk and throw it skillfully into your face.

What do you think?

Will you be furious, do you want to open the skull of your deskmate and shove the rose into the brain of your deskmate?

Peace talks.

It's essentially a quarrel.

At most, we all agreed that if we quarrel, we should quarrel, be polite, and try not to be rude in our words.

A peace negotiation that does not overthrow the other party is not a successful bargain.

Xian Jin pursed his lips, lowered his head, and clenched his hands tightly: I'm so angry, I really want to transform into a Cantonese, and perform live like a Fujianese.

To Fujian book friends:

I like Fujian very much, and I love Chaoshan cuisine very much.

To Guangdong book friends:

I like Guangdong very much, Fujian people are so delicious.

We are all good friends!