The struggle of the reborn prince

"Second Master, this..."

"Why, am I not good at speaking?" Zhao Tun saw that Zheng Fu was a little embarrassed, and asked unhappily.

"Second Master, no, no, the usual amount of money can reach ** catties, but I'm afraid they won't be able to carry twenty coins!" Zheng Fu hurriedly explained.

Zhao Tong suddenly realized that money at that time was not RMB, but copper coins. The usual money was 120 Wen, and a copper coin weighed [-] grams. Twenty Guan is now [-] kilograms. Qianguan's money is more than a ton, and I don't know how Lao Zheng got it back? "Then what do you think should be done?" He looked at the boys and asked for their opinions.

"Second Master, the manager is right. We really can't get such money. We can all trust Second Master. Why don't we just deposit the money into the account and let us go as we need it!" Zhao Yi stood up and said at this moment.

"Okay, okay, we can all trust that the second master will not renege on his debts, so just follow what Zhao Yi said!" The others also echoed.

"Okay, I guarantee that you can get the money at any time, and you will never renege on your debt!" Zhao Tong stretched out his little finger and hooked them.

"Second Lord, the lamb is ready to eat!" At this moment, Xin Zhao took a piece of meat from the neck of the sheep with a knife and handed it to Zhao Tun.

"Well, it's really delicious. Let's eat it together. It won't taste good when the meat is too old!" Zhao Tang tasted it and nodded, and then he looked at Zhao Xin. To the person with the highest status.

"Oh..." the servants cheered, sitting in a circle, waiting for Xin Zhao to cut the meat and distribute it to them. Xin Zhao seemed to be very proficient, the thickness of the meat slices was moderate, and each slice of meat had a golden crispy skin .

"Old Zheng, why don't you go to work?" Zhao Tun took a mustard pancake that was roasting on the fire, cut it open from the middle, sandwiched the barbecue, and suddenly found that Zheng Fu was still standing on the side.

"Second Lord, the little one hasn't eaten yet, I want to eat some together!" Zheng Fu licked his lips, swallowed his saliva and said with bright eyes.

"Haha, it seems that you are greedy. Everyone squeezes together, and make room for the chief steward to sit down!" Zhao Tang laughed and said, Zheng Fu seemed to be really greedy, and he couldn't take care of it. He sat down with his head down, rubbed his hands on his body, and went to cut the meat to eat. The two servants who came with him followed suit, found a place to sit down, and started to eat.

"Zhao Ren, where did you buy this sheep?" Zhao Tang asked while eating.

"Second Master, I bought it from the grass market. Is there something wrong?" Zhao Ren said, wiping the oil from the corner of his mouth.

"This sheep must be our local goat. The meat is a bit firewood. If it is a sheep on the grassland, it will be fresh and delicious when it is roasted with oil dripping. It is even more delicious than this!" Zhao Tang said.

"Second Lord, it's not easy to eat sheep on the prairie. The sheep we buy from the market every year are not enough for the officials in the palace and the capital, so they can't reach us!" Zheng Fu shook his head and said.

In the palace, "the royal kitchen only uses mutton", and in principle "do not use pig (pig) meat", that is to say, the emperor only eats mutton, not pork. As a result, the people will be proud of eating mutton and ashamed of pork.The supply of mutton is tight. Because of the origin, the sheep raised in the plains are naturally not as delicious as the ones on the grasslands. Otherwise, the current hairy crabs will not be sold at sky-high prices. Good mutton needs to be imported, but there is a quota. Priority is given to the rich and powerful families with 'well-established families', and ordinary people can only make do with it, eating some local sheep.

"What's the difficulty? When we grow up, we will recover the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun, fight on the grasslands, and make it our place. There are cattle and sheep everywhere, and don't you want to eat mutton?" Zhao Tang took over Zhao A leg of lamb that was handed over by the letter took a big bite and said.

"Okay, when the second master becomes the commander of Zhengbei, let's go to the grassland with the second master to grab sheep!" Zhao Yong said loudly, waving a sheep bone.

"Yes, let's all go, we can eat mutton every day after laying down the grassland!" A group of people were 'moved' by the beautiful life described by Zhao Tong.

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Just after the winter solstice, we arrived at Laba again in a blink of an eye. It is said that this day is the day when Buddha Sakyamuni became enlightened after drinking a bowl of "grocery porridge". The content of porridge has also been enriched with the passage of time. By the Song Dynasty, there were mostly seven things, such as glutinous rice, walnuts, pine nuts, milk, mushrooms, persimmons, and chestnuts. In the ceremony of bathing Buddha, the porridge is provided to the monks and to the donors and nobles.Influenced by Buddhism, lay people also began to follow the example of temples, making Laba porridge in Laba.

In the early morning of this day, the breakfast turned into Laba porridge. As soon as the meal was finished, the doctor Wang came, "Second Master, this is my new combination of Tiger Head Pill and Bashen Tusu, and I give it to everyone!" He took out several red pouches from his pocket, and sent one respectfully to Zhao Tun, and distributed the rest to Jianxi, Osmanthus fragrans and others in the room.

"Physician Wang is interested, sit down and have a bowl of porridge together!" Zhao Tang thanked him, but he was still confused, what kind of medicine would his old man, who was healthy and safe, give him, so he asked Imperial Physician Wang to sit down and let the osmanthus flowers serve him Bowl of porridge.

The old man was not polite, and sat down and drank two bowls of porridge. During the conversation, Zhao Tang realized why the old man gave him medicine. It turned out that doctors in the Song Dynasty had a custom of making medicines in La Ri, called La Yao, and giving them to everyone was also a good idea. For the sake of celebration.

"Old doctor, Chinese New Year is coming soon, and it's time for you to go back to Beijing for the New Year. Do you want me to arrange someone to take you off? Is it enough?" Zhao Tong asked after finishing his porridge, rinsing his mouth and sitting down.

"My lord, I was just about to tell you about this. I don't want to go back during the Chinese New Year. I want to stay in the mansion for the New Year!"

"Old doctor, you have been away from home for a year, and you should go back to reunite and enjoy the family happiness. Don't hang around the mansion all the time. If you don't have enough money, you can go to the secretary to get it!"

"My lord, thanks to the grace of the imperial concubine, my boss has been selected as a Jinshi of the medical department this year and has entered the medical bureau. He has an official status. I have nothing to repay him. I have already written to the Imperial Hospital to ask for an official position, and I want to stay in the mansion and serve the prince wholeheartedly! "The old man stood up and bowed and said.

"Oh!" Zhao Tun was moved, his mother really spared no effort for himself, and the old man would always repay his kindness, "Who else is there in the old lady's doctor's family?" He asked again.

"There is an old wife and two concubines in the family, and two unmarried young children who live with us. The older ones have already been separated!"

"Okay, the old doctor will stay in the mansion, and the monthly salary will be doubled!" Zhao Tang thought for a while and said, the old man happily gave a gift and said goodbye. He also understood that as long as he serves the prince well, the noble concubine in Beijing will cover him. Family members, his eldest son's official career is sure to be smooth sailing.

"Jianxi, please discuss with the chief steward to see if there are any people in the mansion who cannot go home for the New Year. If you are willing to come here, arrange for someone to bring their whole family to celebrate the New Year together. If you don't want to come, buy some New Year's gift Come home!" Imperial Physician Wang went out, and Zhao Tang waved to Jian Xi and ordered.

"Second Lord, that's quite a lot of people, and it costs a lot, right?" Jian Xi said roughly, he knew that the prince was a 'money fan'.

"You, don't be stingy when you should spend the money. Everyone has worked hard for a year, and they can't even go home, and the year is not good. Don't feel sorry for the little money. This round trip fee, food and drink will be recorded in the account of the government. , Clean up all the houses in the outer courtyard, can't we just take over a Zhuangzi, and arrange it there!" Zhao Tong knocked and said happily.

"Yes, the little one will do it right away, everyone will be so happy to hear that!" Jian Xi said with a smile.

"Second Master, can I bring my parents here?" Osmanthus fragrans on the side asked carefully after listening for a long time.

"What do you think? It's fine if you're not from the mansion!" Zhao Tong teased her as he saw her nervousness.

"I'm from the mansion, who dares to say otherwise?" Osmanthus fragrans became anxious when she heard that, she looked at the smirking prince and blushed, "Second master will bully people, I'll write to my parents right away!" The little girl said coquettishly, and went happily.

As soon as the place was tidied up, Zhao Tang suddenly heard the sound of knocking wooden fish coming from outside, and could vaguely hear the voice of reciting Buddhist scriptures, "Second master, it must be the monks who have come to transform the fast!" Solution, hastily explained on the side.

"Let's go, let's go see the excitement too!" Zhao Tang frowned and said, he came to this era and didn't know much about other things, but he made up the lesson of traditional Chinese festivals.

There are too many various festivals in ancient times, and some festivals have never been heard of in previous lives. Let’s say that the winter solstice just passed, although it is also celebrated, but there are so many particulars, that is, eating some dumplings is over, but now it is regarded as a festival. The big festival has come, everyone wears new clothes, every family prepares food and wine, and worships ancestors. It is celebrated as the New Year, which is called "sub-year".

Zhao Tang and Jian Xi crossed the hall and came to the gate of the mansion. They saw a few monks standing outside the door, all wearing brand-new monk robes and red cassocks. Sitting upright is a sandalwood carved Buddha statue, painted with shiny gold lacquer, and smiling with flowers, it is very valuable to look at.Behind him are two monks who are holding wooden fish cloud boards and chanting scriptures while beating.

"Second Master, you're here!" Seeing Zhao Tong approaching, the two disciples saluted.

"After knocking for a long time, why don't they leave? Didn't they give anything?" Jianxi asked.

"The third manager has already given them a few liters of white rice, but they didn't think it was enough, so they didn't want to leave. They wanted some money, and the third manager went back to get it!" Menzi replied.

"Let them knock if they have the energy, a bunch of parasites, and don't give them a penny!" Zhao Tun said disdainfully, these monks just chanted sutras and Buddha every day and didn't have to give birth. Generally, temples have a lot of land. The tenants farm the land and collect the rent without paying taxes, so they are not the owners who are short of money. Now they are just trying to make money in a different way, and Zhao Tang doesn't bother to talk to them.