Villager of Daming

Chapter 722: Free construction is a mirror

On the snow outside the restaurant, the cabaret performers ran out and the band played in the snow.

'The fairy jasper Qiong Yao, dots of flowers, pieces of goose feathers...the noble one, the rough one? '

This is the Yuan Dynasty's Changong Qu·Xue, composed by Xue Angfu.

"Reward!" Zhu Yuanzhang rewarded him with money. He deliberately went to perform in the snow. It doesn't make sense not to give him money. It's cold!
Zhu Wentian also listened and watched, and secretly decided that he could no longer write eight-part essays that only took questions from fixed textbooks, otherwise he would end up with nothing to test in the end, and resorted to various tricks.

Historically, there were too few good poems from the Ming Dynasty. They inherited part of the Yuan operas, but they were far inferior to those of the Tang and Song dynasties. The Qing Dynasty was also better than the Ming Dynasty.

The biggest resistance comes from the political environment. It does not mean that there is nothing to write about. The political environment can change, because now I am not afraid of the clouds blocking my vision, just because I am at the top.

Change requires either rebellion from below or affecting those with vested rights.

This song was composed by the Uighurs and embodies the beauty of contrast, the comparison between elegance and vulgarity.

Now the Ming Dynasty is still very powerful. All civil and military officials in the dynasty can write poems and lyrics. If we want to keep it up, the beauty of Chinese literature lies in this.

"Your Highness, there is..." Zhu Taisan came back. He was responsible for finding someone to clear the snow in Nanjing and advance the Qinhuai River.

"Speak directly, even if it involves rebellion, I won't be afraid." When Zhu Yuanzhang saw Zhu Taisan coming back, he wanted to talk to the good boy alone, and ordered him not to worry.

Now there are all his people here, including those from Xiaqiu Village. If there is a problem with the officials, they can be taken down directly.

"Your Majesty, no one is rebelling, it's because we can't spend the money. When the people heard that His Highness the Prince wanted to hire people to clear the snow, they came out to help for free.

There are few people working now, so they just come out to clear the snow and warm themselves up, saying that they feel uncomfortable all the time if they don’t do anything.

The people eating lunch at the lunch box said hello and ran out to lead a team to help. I didn't do it well and didn't know how to give money. "

Zhu Taisan responded as if something had gone wrong, asking for the money, but he couldn't give it out.

"Oh! Those who eat in the box lunch restaurant are now the bosses of the workers, right?" Zhu Yuanzhang thought of something.

"Yes, people at the beginning formed their own teams and competed with each other. If they were dissatisfied or had conflicts, they would go to the box lunch shop to discuss and buy things from the delicatessen.

In this way, no one can take action to avoid casualties. The people who work know that Xiaqiu Village does not want anyone to fight among themselves.

Then when you get to the lunch box restaurant, you can be reasonable. A group of people leading the team will understand who is responsible for the loss, and this will be the last treat for the loss.

Anyone who dares to do something there will have others beaten to death. That is the place where they feel the warmest, no matter how rich they are. "

Zhu Taisan replied, saying that the main function of the Danqing lunch box restaurant is not only to sell lunch boxes and train cooking apprentices, but also to mediate internal conflicts.

All the leaders of the current teams are all suffering from the three-pen lunch boxes. No matter how big the conflict is, they can only sit down and talk slowly when entering the lunch box restaurant, and they can't even slap the table.

There was little work in winter, so they used to reminisce and experience the past. When they heard that His Royal Highness hired people to do work, they immediately looked for their own people.

"Yi Chang! How can our box lunch restaurant handle the disputes between Jianghu and Jianghu? Hehehehe!" Zhu Yuanzhang said to the chief with a smile.

Chief: "..."

He clasped his fists and said, "It's all thanks to friends on the street who give me some noodles, hehehehe!"

"Hahahaha..." Others laughed.

"If you don't want money, don't ask for money. Find someone to record it and see who helps. Then add meat and vegetables to send later. The palace will pay for it, not Xiaqiu Village."

Zhu Yuanzhang also talked about the rules of the world and was in a good mood. There is no fighting team in Yingtian Mansion now. Even if someone robs the business, they still sit down and talk.

Usually, people from below grab it. People who eat box lunches at first will not deliberately break the rules, and convenience stores will set prices.

And this is all because of the Danqing lunch box restaurant and Danqing library. Many of their children borrowed books to read pictures and read, and it was the most difficult time to eat box lunches.Prices have risen, but the box lunch in Xiaqiu Village still costs three cents. Does it mean that Xiaqiu Village is not making money?The sales on that street are all from the village.

The years spent together are the most precious. The key is that Xiaqiu Village has too many backers. It’s useless to target Xiaqiu Village if you know the minister. I don’t dare to speak for you.

……

"It's a long journey in the snow. It's not cold in the evening, and the basket warms the wine. Today's clean color makes the night brighter. It's dark at the end of the month, and the clouds are scattered and the sky is full of stars. Ah! I'm home."

Liu Bowen picked up a pole and wandered home. He was so happy after drinking that he was so confused that he didn't want anyone else to accompany him and went home by himself.

Zhu Yuanzhang arranged a place for him. He could not always live in Xiaqiu Village and the library. After all, he was a former important minister.

Just next to the convenience store, we built a courtyard for his family to live.

He was followed by a group of people, who were the guards of the Prince's Mansion. They were afraid that he would fall. The load he carried was filled with food and medicine.

'Woof!Woof! 'There was a puppy meowing in the yard. It was a three-month-old puppy, brought from Xiaqiu Village, a Chinese pastoral dog.

"Oh! It's Chai Men who hears dogs barking and returns home on a snowy night!" Liu Bowen thought of a poem.

"Master, are you back? It's so late and I don't have anyone... uh... thank you all."

Just as Liu Bowen's second wife was about to complain, she noticed the group of people following her and thanked her slightly.

"We know, they are always following us, don't worry about it, ugh~! Is the heating installed in the house?"

Liu Bowen handed the burden to his two sons who ran out and waved his hand back.

"Dad, it's installed. The child took the instructions to burn the boiler himself. The windows of the house are installed with light blue glass."

Liu Lian took down one of the baskets carried on the pole, and his brother Liu Jing took the other.

This is Sanjin's courtyard, which is divided between the families of Liu Bowen and his two sons.

It is a one-story house without a second floor, so the boiler is larger and can pressurize the water to circulate.

"You eat, and we go to bed. The days ahead will be better, and you must learn more."

Liu Bowen endured the drunkenness and sleepiness, said a word and went back to rest.

Early the next morning, he woke up and asked, "What time is it? Where's my watch?"

"Here we are! It's 09:30, the house is warm, everyone got up late, and Xiaoqiu Village brought millet porridge and steamed buns stuffed with pork, green onions, leeks, eggs and shrimps."

His second wife is drawing her eyebrows in the mirror!As it goes, wake up late.

Burning a heater is different from burning a fire. I'm sleepy and haven't gotten used to it yet. I should be shivering when I wake up in the morning. It's cold even at [-] or [-] degrees above zero!
It's still around [-] degrees Celsius now. When I lift the quilt, it's fine. It's not cold at all.

"No side dishes? The buns have been given away, but still need side dishes?" Liu Bowen got out of bed and wanted to hold Xiaqiu Village accountable.

"Here we go, garlic cucumber, scallion oil shredded dried tofu, garlic eggplant, preserved egg tofu, and a watermelon fruit plate."

The third lady came in to talk and asked Liu Bowen to get up quickly. It would be lunch if there was no further delay.

"No fermented bean curd?" Liu Bowen continued to be critical.

"We have some at home, as well as shrimp oil and side dishes. Are you afraid that your majesty gave the master some fake wine?" the second lady put down her eyebrow pencil and said.

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(End of this chapter)