Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

"What is this for?" Su Wen looked at the mask handed over by the servant, and said unhappy.

"Oh, elder brother, isn't this fun? No one will recognize it later." Su Wanyun pulled La Suwen's sleeve, she had already put on the fox mask.

"Naughty." Su Wen waved his sleeves and turned around to leave, but he heard the sound of the piano coming from the plum garden, and noticed a pause, Su Wanyun had already walked in by him.

"This is interesting, Brother Su, why don't you go in and take a look?" Fan Yu took a bull's head mask in his hand, patted Su Wen on the shoulder, and laughed.

In this plum festival, most of the nobles and dignitaries did not come to their homes. Even if they came, it was these young children and ladies who came to join in the fun. No one regarded this as a formal social banquet.

A group of people walked into the plum garden with a grin, but saw that the scenery inside was really good, all kinds of warm pavilions dotted among the blooming plum forest, the fragrance floated, and there was the sound of the piano floating from a distance, and there was a place for a while Not a human feeling.

Everyone was felt by the sound of the piano and stopped at the door. When the sound of the piano was over, they let them go, but they saw that there were amusement arrangements everywhere inside. The maidservants who came and went were all dressed in blue and white shirts with skirts floating around. A red plum, intertwined with the plum color of the garden.

"That was Cheng Jia's piano just now?" Fan Yu asked Su Wen.

Su Wen frowned, nodded hesitantly, and said, "It sounds like, but why would he come?"

Most of these people have family acquaintances. The Cheng family, the Su family, and Fan Jiamei’s family are the Qingliu four families. The children in the family naturally grew up together. They have good personal relationships, but the four eldest sons of Bianjing, Cheng Jiayi, Zhao Mingliang, Wang Xuanzhong, Cheng Jia sixteen After the top pick in the middle of the year went into office, there was less time to play with them.

"It's rare that Cheng Jia is here, so let's say it's a worthwhile trip! Let's have fun when you come." Fan Yu laughed.

"The son is a good piano player!" Ling Qingyu said in admiration, and even those who don't know much about piano were fascinated by it. I was really a master.

"Fortunately." Cheng Jia left in front of the piano seat, knelt down at the table, and began to order tea. The water here was all plum blossom snow water that Han Mian had woken up in advance, which saved the process.

"I actually let the champion man play the piano and order tea, I really..." Seeing Cheng Jia looked up at her, Ling Qingyu covered his chest and said: "Vanity is greatly satisfied."

Cheng Jia was stunned for a moment, his eyes rolled, and his subordinates kept saying, "Can I think that this is the boss of the house?" When I am a little boy?

"I'm obviously complimenting you!" Ling Qingyu immediately put on a very serious expression. It was awful, and he was used to not covering his mouth.

"Cheng also has to charge." Cheng Jia's movements were graceful and not chaotic, boiling water into the tea bowl, placing a bowl of tea in front of Ling Qingyu, and asking: "Ling masters, what is liberating productivity."

This one? You are not a family prince? You are a businessman like me! Too realistic!

Picking up the tea bowl and taking a sip, Ling Qingyu sighed: "The price is not right. Explaining this problem is very troublesome."

"Oh, Master Ling can make a price." Cheng Jia ordered a cup for herself, relaxed her body, took a soft cushion and leaned on her back, raising her eyebrows and smiling.

Ling Qingyu was leaning on the soft couch, but he was sitting half leaning directly on the thick blanket, which was actually on the ground. When he raised his head and raised his eyebrows, his face with ordinary facial features had an endless grace and a hint of flattery. .

Puff, Ling Qingyu sprayed, pointing at him for a long time and could not speak.

Cheng Jia smiled slowly and said, "Jia is also good at flute, I don't know if it is enough."

"Enough enough!" Ling Qingyu coughed hard, then took a slobber, and said, "I'm afraid of you!"

When talking about productivity, I’m afraid that even dialectical materialism has to be said. A thousand years in advance, don’t let it scare you. After thinking about it, Ling Qingyu said, "Let’s put it this way, if you are a farmer and plant ten acres. Land, the harvest is ten shi rice a year. If the system means that the government wants to collect half of the harvest, then there will be five shi to be handed in. But if we change the method, for example, I don’t collect half, I only collect 30% of the tax. , Then what will you do?"

Cheng Jia frowned and said, "I have more of my own, so I will naturally work harder to cultivate."

"Yes, you will work harder, because you have more things, instead of making clothes for others, you will study how to increase the yield, such as using cattle, improving farm tools, increasing the use of manure, building water conservancy, With intensive cultivation, at this time, you will not have ten stones a year, but a harvest of twenty stones. What is the 30% of the official harvest? It is six stones." Ling Qingyu waited, seeing Cheng Jia's eyes moved, and continued. "Then, your family requires ten shi for a year of rations. If it was before, there would be insufficient food and clothing, but now you have fourteen shi and there are more rations, then you will have time left. You can use it to grow mulberry trees, raise chickens and ducks, and then raise some fish."

"You have so many products and gains, then who do these gains belong to?" Ling Qingyu continued: "If these incomes belong to others, then you will naturally not do it again, but now these gains belong to you, and you are If you can’t eat it, you will naturally sell these products in exchange for money or what you need. At this time, the circulation of materials and the formation of production relations are formed.” Ling Qingyu stopped, drank saliva, and then asked, “I see. ?"

Cheng Jia watched Ling Qingyu's eyes gradually darken, and said, "Continue."

"Productivity is composed of three elements, laborer, labor technology, and labor object." Ling Qingyu lamented in his heart, and said: "The laborer is you, labor technology is the science and technology you use, the object of labor, who you serve, These three elements constitute productivity. Production relations refer to the social and economic relations formed by people in the process of material production. Productivity affects production relations, and production relations in turn restrict productivity. Forget it, I can’t tell you. "This is a doctrine hundreds of years later, and I am not a philosopher. Whoever has nothing to study this system, knows that it is done, and Ling Qingyu is ready to run away.

"So, the leader of Ling said that the current labor system used by Tieye is not suitable because the production relationship does not conform to the development of productivity?" Cheng Jia asked Ling Qingyu to sit back.

by! Who said the ancients are stupid! Ling Qingyu leaned back again, nodded and said: "Yeah."

"If the distribution method is changed, the enthusiasm of those iron households will be much higher, and the actual income received by the court will be higher?" Cheng Jia asked, and then ordered her a cup of tea again.

Ling Qingyu looked at the pattern of Xiuzhu Yuanshan slowly appearing on the tea surface, praised again in his heart, and said, "Master Cheng is brilliant."

Seeing her staring at the tea bowl, Cheng Jia didn't say that it meant that he understood Gaoming or ordering tea, and he felt like he said, "Listening to the Lord is better than reading ten years. Jiaduo thanked Ling."

Ling Qingyu laughed twice, holding up the tea bowl, don't praise me, this is not my theory.

Yan San lifted the curtain to enter, put some food on the table, and then said: "Master, Miss Su is here, and said I will come and find you later."

"Okay." Ling Qingyu's joy jumped to the face, talking to someone who was too smart was actually a torture.

Yan San glanced at Cheng Jia, and the eyes of the two silently met for a moment, then bowed their heads and walked out.

Cheng Jia lowered his head and was silent for a while, then raised his head and smiled: "Does the Ling master want to hear it? It would be nice for Jia to play another song."

"I'm not familiar with this, Master Cheng is not afraid to play the piano to cows?" Ling Qingyu smiled lightly.

Cheng Jia smiled faintly, knelt back to the piano seat, and drew a string of notes on the strings with his fingers, and then a melody of plum blossoms rang out from under his fingers.

The quiet and quiet music sounds like a cold fragrance in the lungs, with the meaning of frost, one stack of two stacks three stacks, making people's heartstrings beating.

The sound of the piano is indeed fascinating, but Ling Qingyu is a little speechless, son, what do you mean by playing this three clubs? Is it because you're so cold? Or am I lonely and no confidant?

When he finished playing the song and looked over, Ling Qingyu coughed slightly and said, "I think it's better to ask for the phoenix. Pooh, no, it's the **** and man Chang." Seeing pity, she remembers There are only a few guqin tunes, and I was dragged to listen to them.

"Shen Ren Chang?" Cheng Jia asked with a smile, and without waiting for Ling Qingyu's answer, waved his hands on the strings, and the simplicity of the air came to his face.

The noble sons and ladies who were staying in Meilin's heart trembled, and Fan Yu stumbled directly.

Just now, the elegant and noble plum three lanes made them all absorbed in their minds. What turned out to be such a rough and simple tone, sonorous rhythm, ancient and vigorous.

The syllables are clear and translucent, like rivers and rivers, and like sun and menstruation.

"It must be Cheng Lang! Go find it for me!" A noble lady's order to the maid awakened everyone. After the sound of the piano faded, they went to the warm house to find someone.

"But it's just like the intention of the head of Ling?" Cheng Jia put her hands in her hands, and smiled while looking at Ling Qingyu, who was half-mouthed.

Ling Qingyu closed his chin and said, "Well, what else do you have to ask."

"The master, everyone outside is looking for him." Yan San leaned forward and said coldly.

Ling Qingyu raised his eyebrows, winked at Cheng Jia, and made a please gesture.

Cheng Jia picked up the teacup and took a sip, before Ling Qingyu's face was completely darkened, he said, "Jia will come as soon as he goes."

Standing up gracefully from the kneeling posture, he lifted the curtain, and his long sleeves fluttered away.

Yan San came in and poured out the cold tea, then flushed the pot again.

"Are there many people here?" Ling Qingyu regained his lazy appearance, leaned on the soft couch, and then raised the curtain to look out.

There were already quite a few people in Meilin, Yixiang's temples, and Bai Xue Hongmei formed a scene.

Just looking at the costumes of those people, most of them are young people, and there are basically no ladies at the level. Even if they have, they are the family members of those middle-level officials. Mrs. Xiao miscalculated, I am afraid that these people who received the post did not take the Xiao family’s It's a matter of invitation, these people are just coming to join in the fun.

Seeing Cheng Jia coming out of the Meilin, many young princes greeted him and headed towards Wendoutai with a smile. Some ladies took the maid to find the nearby warm pavilion and sat down, and picked the gauze to see outside. The sons are fighting against each other.

Ling Qingyu took a closer look and found that the higher-ranking families were all in the nearest warm pavilion, while the female relatives of some middle-level officials were in some warm pavilions, and some of them had been led away by maids to the greenhouse where jewelry was placed.

Han Yan's arrangement really touched the minds of these people. The four big princes in the capital were all born in the family of nobles. Now only Zhao Mingliang, the eldest son of the Zhao family, has decided to kiss, and the others are the sweet buns of those high-class ladies. Mo, it depends on their fighting in Wendouwu. Naturally, they must be in the front position. Although other locations are far away, it does not prevent the ladies and ladies from watching the excitement. Moreover, there is no distinction between men and Wendouwu. They all rely on real skills, maybe you can find a wishful man or something.

Hey, the trouble called Mrs. Xiao was obviously a sales meeting of the Ling family, how could it become a blind date meeting!

It was really a blind date meeting. Cheng Jia did not wear a mask when he went out, and then he took off the mask and wrote a poem when he admired it. Then the sons who came up naturally also took off the obstructive mask. For a while, There was a shout of applause in front of the wentai, which attracted countless eyes.