Guide to traveling through the Northern Song Dynasty

Fearing that there would be too many fools in the audience, Master Li did not even dare to give the drinking order.

Because the drinking order is too difficult, the dandy can’t keep up. If the drinking order is too simple, I am afraid that Ju Ming and others will look down upon it.

The maid moved to throw the pot, and Master Li said: "You gentlemen, most of them are acquaintances. There are four new friends today, so why not ask them to throw the pot first."

"Brother Chenggong comes first!" Qian Chen shouted with a smile.

The last time Zhu Ming played pot, he was playing with Bai Chongyan, Li Hanzhang, and Zheng Hong at Biyunting in Shangbai Village not long after he traveled through time.

At that time, Bai Chongyangui was the son of a local tycoon, and Li Hanzhang and Zheng Hong were unattainable big shots.

Bai Chongyan seemed to have thought of this too and laughed to himself.

However, Zhu Ming recalled that Li Hanzhang said that he was going to join the army, but he still hasn't written a letter back.

Picking up the arrow branch, Ju Ming aimed it at the spout of the pot.

Although it missed the mark, it hit the right spot and landed firmly in the ear of the pot, which resulted in a higher score.

"color!"

The first throw won a full house.

Ju Ming's martial arts skills have not fallen behind and he takes time to practice every day. Especially for archery, I went home from get off work and practiced in the garden for forty minutes.

His skill in throwing pots also improved greatly. Only one arrow hit the neck of the pot and popped out, while all the other arrows hit the target.

Among other things, those dandy boys were very impressed with Ju Ming's actions.

Zheng Hong also started to perform. The fat man could only throw the pot well.

Several maids walked around the room, helping with pots and arrows from time to time, and filling wine glasses for the guests.

Probably because he was drunk, Han Zhao held a copper kettle and beat the fou while singing, and other young men also beat chopsticks to accompany him, and in a blink of an eye it became a large-scale karaoke scene.

Master Li saw that the atmosphere had become lively, so he asked the maid to bring the Analects of Confucius, jade candles and wine chips.

Li Shishi himself served as the "Mingfu", that is, the referee. Qian Chen and Cao Yu were responsible for "recording affairs", one was responsible for managing dice, wine hooks and other theatrical tools, and the other was responsible for observing the order of drinking.

This thing doesn't require any literary talent. Each wine chip is engraved with the Analects of Confucius, and the number of dice is used to determine the drinking situation.

"Qi Erlang, drink five cents."

Master Li smiled.

The guy named Qi Erlang immediately drank half a glass of wine and then started rolling the dice.

This time he went to Cao Huai's place, but instead of drinking it himself, Master Li announced: "Please treat two people, and get 70% of the wine."

Cao Huai had been beaten before. Although he no longer pursued the case, he was still angry. He immediately pointed at Qian Chen and Han Zhao and said, "Just punish them both!"

Qian and Han, who were fined for drinking, could only drink more than half of the glass.

Cao Huai continued to roll the dice, and this time he rolled the dice, which meant a pass.

After two rounds, Ju Ming got the reward. The drinking order in the Analects of Confucius is "drink" and "yidao", that is, you can drink as much as you want from your own pour, or even dip your mouth into the wine.

Li Shishi also sang a song at the beginning, and then they were chatting and playing games. She played a role in mediating the atmosphere. Even if Cao Yu started to act drunk again, Master Li could calm him down with a few words.

The atmosphere became more and more lively, and some guys could no longer sit upright, leaning forward and hugging others.

From time to time, someone told a dirty joke, making everyone laugh.

There are also people who don't want to drink anymore, and when they are punished with alcohol, they use praise programs instead.

They even started to take off their clothes, revealing half-body tattoos, and then competed with each other to see whose tattoos were more beautiful.

Bai Chongyan, Min Zishun and Zheng Hong, these three people were obviously drunk. They completely put aside their inferiority complex and started joking with the powerful children present.

Bai Chongyan even wrote a lyric on the spot, which was quite as elegant as when he was in Shangbaicun.

Wine is a good thing that can make people forget their worries for a while.

Two gentlemen fell down hugging each other. One of them put his hand into the lapel of another person's clothes, groped around with his mouth. It seemed that he couldn't find the target for a long time, and he started to curse in a daze.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Everyone laughed, and Fatty Zheng even shouted: "Kiss me, kiss me!"

The man was completely drunk, and in a daze, he actually puckered his lips and kissed her. Hou Xuan laughed so hard that he slapped the table crazily.

"Teacher, please play music for me. I want to dance to a song!"

Cao Yu took off his shirt and threw it aside, then walked crookedly into the hall.

Li Shishi picked up the pipa and played the Phoenix Piano. Cao Yu's eyes were half-closed. He was so drunk that he couldn't stand up straight, but he was dancing to the accompaniment of the music.

Zhu Minglong had only drank more than ten cups of rice wine in total. He was very sober at the moment. Looking at the people living in such a dissolute manner, only four words came to his mind: drunken life and dreaming of death.

Drinking from early evening until late at night, most of the guests passed out.

Master Li waved to the maid and gave a few instructions. The maid opened the door and invited them in to help the drunken guests home.

Apart from drinking and having fun, I did nothing.

Zhu Ming held Min Zishun in one hand and Bai Chongyan in the other. As for Fatty Zheng, this thing is too heavy, so let the Zheng family servants carry it.

"Zhu Dalang, please stay." Li Shishi said.

Ju Ming turned around: "What's the matter?"

Master Li blushed and said, "It's already late and it's inconvenient to go home. Dalang can stay here for the night."

Ju Ming laughed and said, "Get a pen and paper."

Master Li was even more joyful. He brought a pen and paper and began to study the ink with his own hands: "Mr. Lang, please write down the ink."

Ju Ming wrote a poem called "Linjiang Immortal" by Wang Guowei: "Where are the passing time? The rustle is the sound of autumn again. The grass is fading in the sky and the clouds are flat. Where the setting sun falls, a tower pillows the lonely city. Who can say anything about the independence and coldness? Suddenly Looking back, the palace is majestic. The red wall is not distinguishable through the fog. The remaining light shines on the top floor alone. "

After writing, he put down his pen, picked up his friend, and walked away gracefully.

Master Li read it several times, frowning, puzzled by its meaning.

The poem is metrically wrong, and it seems a bit intentional. Coupled with the imagery written in the words, it was a bit strange. Although Li Shishi didn't understand it, he felt a little chilly.

Wang Guowei's original intention was to write about the decline of the Qing Dynasty.

But placed in this flower-filled Tokyo, it seems to have another layer of meaning, as if it has traveled ten years later to pay homage to it.

Li Shishi hurriedly chased after him and leaned in front of the door to see that Zhu Ming had gone far away.

There are many donkey carts and horse-drawn carriages parked nearby, like night taxi drivers waiting for business.

Ju Ming called a car, helped Bai Chongyan and Min Zishun get on, and paid the fare for the car.

He himself took the carriage given to Zhu Guoxiang by the emperor to go home. Bai Sheng and the Zheng family servants carried Fatty Zheng into the house like a dead pig.

Zheng Yuanyi was dozing off. When she heard the noise, she immediately called her maid out.

"Brother is back!" Zheng Yuanyi smiled happily. She knew where Ju Ming had gone, but she didn't stay outside.

Ju Ming sat down to rest: "Aren't you asleep yet?"

Zheng Yuanyi said: "I'm afraid that my husband will come back late and no one will take care of him. Do you want to make a bath?"

"It's too late. It's inconvenient to take a shower. Just wash your face with a basin of water." Zhu Ming said.

Zheng Yuanyi asked the maid to fetch water. With the briquette stove, hot water was very convenient. Half-closing the stove lid and letting the briquettes burn will keep the water temperature in the kettle and not waste much coal.

Nowadays, Tanhua stove and Tanhua coal have become popular all over the city.

There are even fires in the palace, ready to serve the nocturnal emperor.

Although Cai Jing hates Ju Ming very much, he does not hate Ju Ming's inventions. After just scolding him for a few times, he acquiesced to his slave burning briquettes. It was far away from his living courtyard anyway, so it was no big deal if he kept it out of sight.

Just as Zhu Ming was getting up, Zheng Yuanyi had already twisted the handkerchief and wiped his face carefully.

Wipe your face and wipe your neck again. Then she opened her clothes and wiped Ju Ming's chest and armpits. She blushed as she wiped them.

Perhaps it is because he has become younger after time travel. Although Ju Ming exercises every day, he has not yet developed the figure of an ancient general.

Deng Chun, who came to Tokyo with Zhu Guoxiang, has a standard figure.

Deng Chun eats meat every day and exercises every day. His belly is bulging and his body has sufficient fat reserves. You can't see how developed the muscles are. Instead, it looks like he has gained weight, but his strength has greatly increased due to this. After taking off my clothes, I even felt a layer of oil on the surface of my skin.

Ancient generals, modern strongmen, all with this body type.

While wiping, Zheng Yuanyi peeked with a blushing face, thinking: My brother took off his clothes, his skin is so white.

When she wiped it, she couldn't help but press it twice. The flesh on her chest was hard, so she must have been very strong.

"Mr. Lang met Mr. Li today?" Zheng Yuanyi couldn't help but ask.

Ju Ming leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes to enjoy: "See, her appearance is good, not extremely beautiful. But her singing voice is like the sound of nature, and her piano skills are also superb."

Zheng Yuanyi said: "If your husband likes it, I can also learn to sing. Today, the government sent a singer, called An Niang. She sings very well, and I can learn to sing from her."

"If you like it, go and learn it. If you don't like it, forget it," Ju Ming said. "Don't think about pleasing anyone. You will be happier if you are yourself."

Zheng Yuanyi smiled and said, "I like it."

"No need to wipe it," Zhu Ming put his arm around her shoulders and asked, "Are you homesick?"

Zheng Yuanyi's body became a little stiff: "I thought about it."

Ju Ming said: "In two or three years, you can go back and have a look."

Zheng Yuanyi said: "It's good to follow Lang Jun, but I miss Weng Weng a little. His health has never been very healthy."

Ju Ming said: "Your second brother is going back. Write a letter to the family and ask him to take it with him."

"Yes, it's already written." Zheng Yuanyi shrank because Ju Ming touched a place he shouldn't have touched.

She suddenly became active, twisted her body, and put her hands around the back of the man's neck: "Brother, it's time to rest."

Zhu Ming stood up with the girl in his arms. He walked quickly into the bedroom, kicked the door back and closed it with his foot.

Zheng Yuanyi's maid was brought from Yangzhou and they grew up together. The maid blushed and chased after him, closing the door that still had a crack, smiling shyly and leaning her ear against the wall.