Chapter 74: Thousand-year-old ginseng, ten-thousand-year-old playboy
When Jiang Qingzhi first traveled to the Ming Dynasty, he was on his way to exile in Taizhou Prefecture, and the road ahead was difficult.
Despair, numbness, hope...
After making amends, Jiang Qingzhi looked at and felt the world seriously for the first time.
The air is very good, so good that it makes people excited.
On the roads, merchants and travelers are everywhere; in the fields, farmers are bending over to work; in the workshops, the sound of iron forging is powerful and sparks are flying...
It's all so harmonious and yet so strange.
It reminded him of his childhood in his hometown in the countryside.
Everything was slow, as if nothing could make these people anxious.
Everyone is busy, but it gives people a very lazy and comfortable feeling.
Busyness and laziness are contradictory, but they are perfectly unified in these people.
"Look at the knife!"
Early in the morning, Sun Chonglou and Fucheng were practicing sword skills.
Jiang Qingzhi was also practicing, and because his body was recuperating, he stopped in less than half an hour.
After Sun Chonglou finished practicing, he threw away his sword and hurried to the kitchen to see what to eat for breakfast.
After coming out of the kitchen, the boy opened the door and went out in a hurry.
Every morning, a peddler would walk into this street carrying a load on his shoulder.
A leisurely voice came.
"Lotus leaf rice dumpling, lotus leaf rice dumpling with big chunks of braised pork!"
"Give me some!"
Sun Chonglou's joyful voice made this morning come alive.
He came in with a zongzi, "Master."
"I won't eat it." Fucheng doesn't eat glutinous food very often.
Dou Jialan shook his head as usual without waiting for him to ask.
"Master."
The title of Young Master is now only used by Sun Chonglou in the Earl's Mansion. This guy is used to it and feels uncomfortable when he is called Master occasionally. Jiang Qingzhi just lets him do it.
"Half of it."
The rice dumpling is filled with braised pork belly. I didn’t taste it at the first bite, but the pure taste of glutinous rice mixed with the fragrance of lotus leaves made me feel relaxed.
The family next door was still asleep, and various noises could be heard faintly in the alley...
Just like the curling smoke from a cooking stove, it brings a sense of peace to people’s hearts.
The second bite was into the meat filling, and the salty and rich flavor of the marinated meat hit me immediately. The glutinous rice wrapped in the outer layer was pressed down by chewing and mixed...
Jiang Qingzhi felt that his taste buds and body were awakening at the same time.
The entire city of Beijing is slowly waking up at this moment.
The shop opened and the yawning clerk walked out lazily and looked around.
The vendors along the street set up their stalls and took out the dry food they brought from home to eat a few bites while there were no customers.
The crowing of cocks gradually faded away...
"Duoduo!"
Sun Chonglou searched the world for the cat.
"This kid is busy with nothing." Fu Cheng said with a smile.
But Jiang Qingzhi sensed laziness.
He suddenly understood.
Being busy and being lazy are never contradictory.
Being busy is only physical, but being lazy is mental.
Sun Chonglou is constantly busy, but his spiritual world is extremely simple and relaxed, so people feel lazy.
In the high-intensity atmosphere of internal competition, people in later generations have a feeling of being busy even if they do things slowly, which reveals the high tension and anxiety in the spiritual world.
This is the Ming Dynasty, not the future, relax...
After breakfast, Jiang Qingzhi walked in the yard for a quarter of an hour, and then went into the study to study military books.
The more he read, the more he felt that the world of military strategy was wonderful.
"Master, someone is coming from the palace."
Sun Chonglou finally caught the cat. Duoduo walked into the study room very dissatisfied and climbed onto Jiang Qingzhi's shoulder.
"I've met my uncle."
Someone from the palace said, "There is a poetry gathering in the city today. His Majesty wants you to go."
Poetry party?
A picture emerged in Jiang Qingzhi's mind.
A group of bored scholars were drinking and having fun in someone's back garden, occasionally writing a few sarcastic poems and praising each other.
Jiang Qingzhi has seen many occasions of commercial flattery.
"Am I not grounded?"
This reason was very strong, but the eunuch smiled and said, "His Majesty said that today's confinement will be extended to tomorrow."
"How can it be like this?" The makers of the rules are often also the breakers of the rules.
The eunuch sighed, "Your Majesty guessed that Master Bo would do this, so he said that Qingzhi would definitely refuse. Tell him that it's okay if he doesn't go, and I will find a woman for him to marry in the capital."
Is it a blind date?
A group of men and women gathered in a back garden. The men gathered together, peeping at the women and, under the stimulation of male hormones, vying with each other to show off their so-called talents.
The women covered half of their faces with fans or long sleeves, looking shy and timid...but in fact they were secretly excited to see these men with their peacock tails spread out.
"I go!"
The eunuch looked very proud that "everything is under the control of His Majesty". "The two princes will also go. In addition, His Majesty asked that the Earl take good care of them..."
"Who?"
"Then the uncle will know."
Why is the Taoist priest keeping us in suspense?
"Thanks for your hard work."
Fucheng sent the eunuch out of the door and quietly handed a small purse to him.
There are silver coins inside.
After Xia Yan bowed his head and confessed his guilt, Emperor Jiajing was very pleased and rewarded Jiang Qingzhi with more than ten carts of property.
Silks and satins should be put away and used to make clothes at home in the future, and can also be exchanged for money at critical moments.
Money is stored in the warehouse, which becomes the family assets.
So Fucheng was generous in its spending.
In the past, silver coins were only half their size at most.
The eunuch weighed it and said, "You're welcome."
As he mounted his horse, his companion said, "This Long Webber family doesn't look like... a wealthy family, but more like an ordinary family."
"What do you know?" The eunuch sneered, "He is a man of great talent who can teach two princes. Why do you think he cares about the aura of wealth and nobility? Besides, do you know what the aura of wealth and nobility is?"
"What?"
"upstart!"
"I see."
Jiang Qingzhi did not like luxurious decorations. When Fucheng suggested redecorating his home, he flatly refused.
"Master, would you like to change into this brocade robe?"
The maid brought several sets of clothes for Jiang Qingzhi to choose from.
Jiang Qingzhi shook his head, "Green shirt." Sun Chonglou said, "Master, green shirt will be embarrassing!"
"It is the people who are shameful, not the clothes."
Jiang Qingzhi changed into a blue shirt, waved his hands, and stood with his hands behind his back.
A beautiful boy with red lips and white teeth!
The two maids felt their eyes brighten and couldn't help feeling intoxicated.
"Walk."
Jiang Qingzhi went out with two guards.
The poetry reading was held at the home of a marquis.
Everyone had breakfast and slowly left home.
Jiang Qingzhi is quite interested in shopping, not for shopping, but because he is curious about the customs and culture of that era.
Being curious and eager to explore the world is the secret to maintaining your passion for life... This was the teaching of an old man back then.
"Ginseng, thousand-year-old ginseng!"
There is an old man hawking something in the front left.
"Thousand-year-old ginseng?"
Jiang Qingzhi became interested.
Ginseng gradually became famous at this time, but it had not yet reached the point of being deified in later generations.
Jiang Qing got off his horse and went over.
"Let me see."
The ginseng was wrapped in moss, and when opened, it looked very thin and long.
Could it be farmed or some kind of forest ginseng?
Jiang Qingzhi suddenly smiled and wondered where the farmed ginseng came from at this moment.
"how much is it?"
The old man praised first, "This is a thousand-year-old ginseng..."
"Come on, if the ginseng was a thousand years old, it would have turned into sawdust long ago."
The old man was embarrassed, "Young Master is an expert."
"Give me a real price."
After some bargaining, the two sides reached an agreement.
"Stones give money."
"Wait a minute!"
A man of about seventeen or eighteen years old came over, surrounded by several followers. Judging from his aura, no one doubted that he was from the Duke's Mansion.
"No matter how much you pay, I'll add 30%." The man was fair-skinned, with a strong air of arrogance in his eyes, which showed that he was usually domineering and overbearing.
Jiang Qingzhi shook his head. He had a few good ginsengs hidden at home. He might not use them in his lifetime, but when he needed them, he would be confident.
"Don't be shameless."
The man finally revealed his domineering aura.
Isn't this the bully's routine?
Jiang Qingzhi was happy.
As the cousin of Emperor Jiajing, he should have been the top playboy in the capital, but he just had no interest in it. Otherwise, if he brought his evil servants to run rampant in the capital every day, as long as he didn't commit any serious crimes, would the people of the Military Affairs Department dare to intervene?
So, he smiled happily.
The man waved his hand proudly, "Hurry up."
Jiang Qingzhi leisurely wrapped the ginseng with moss and said in a pleasant voice: "Whose crotch was not closed properly, and your thing came out."
This curse is so fucking funny and vicious.
There was constant laughter all around.
The man's face changed drastically, and he grabbed Jiang Qingzhi and shouted, "Hit me!"
Jiang Qingzhi was no longer a weakling, he easily avoided the grab and raised his leg.
"Ow!"
The man squeezed his legs together and slowly knelt down, just as Jiang Qingzhi raised his knee.
"Bah!"
The man's nose was bleeding profusely.
Several followers behind him were beaten up by Sun Chonglou, and Dou Jialan had no time to fight back.
"Walk."
Jiang Qing took the horse.
"I am Ouyang Shuo, if you have the ability, please leave your name."
The man was helped up by his followers. He wiped the blood from his nose and shouted angrily.
"Wannian County..."
The man's eyes lit up, and he waited to send someone to take revenge after knowing the name.
"your dad!"
Jiang Qingzhi's answer came in the wind.
Jiang Qingzhi was in a good mood after dealing with a tactless playboy.
He first went back to give the ginseng to Fucheng for safekeeping, but then he realized it was getting late and was worried that the Taoist priest would accuse him of being perfunctory, so he set out again in a hurry.
When they arrived, the host was very attentive. After asking their names, he immediately asked someone to take Sun Chonglou and the other two to rest nearby. The smell of wine and meat could be smelled from a long distance away, which showed that the hospitality was good.
The poetry reading is indeed the back garden where countless stories have taken place.
When Jiang Qingzhi arrived, there were already more than twenty men and women in the back garden.
Jiang Qingzhi saw the two brothers Zhu Zaigui, and there was a thin boy between them. Zhu Zaigui would occasionally hand him a handful of melon seeds or something.
But King Jing was not available.
"This poem by His Royal Highness Prince Jing..."
The host was a man in his thirties, with a conflicted look on his face. He seemed to want to praise but couldn't find any highlights.
Apparently, the poems had gone through several rounds, and King Jing had taken action on behalf of the royal family, but the effect was not good.
Across from him, a young man put away his folding fan and said with a smile, "In that case, I'll give in."
The prince was noble, but to the group of scholars and officials who dared to make fun of the emperor in private, that was all.
"Fourth brother, you seem to have embarrassed yourself." The young man was the eldest daughter of Emperor Jiajing, Zhu Shou'an.
King Jing was too embarrassed to sheath his sword, but the young man opposite him liked to beat the man when he was down, so he smiled and asked, "Your Highness, do you have any more poems? I am waiting for you."
Yes, please.
No, I'm sorry, today I will step on the prince's face and leap above the world.
King Jing looked unhappy. Zhu Zaigui sighed, "You have no talent for poetry. I told you that we won't write poetry, but just watch the fun. But you couldn't help it..."
Zhu Shou'an said with a sad face: "Third brother, fourth brother, this is really embarrassing, how can I tell my father when I go back?"
"Have you got it?" The young man seemed to be generous enough to give them time to compose poems, but he kept urging them.
"This is too much!" Zhu Zaizhen was angry, but this was writing poetry, not taking a shit.
His eyes turned and he stood up suddenly.
"Cousin!"
Seeing that he was overjoyed, everyone followed his gaze and saw a young man standing beside the waterside pavilion, looking over here with his hands behind his back, with a smile on his face, and very calm.
"It's very lively!"
……
Probably on Monday, which means it will be on the shelves the day after tomorrow! After it is on the shelves, there is nothing to say, and it is a must to be a hit. It was a hit on the first day...
Asking for votes.
(End of this chapter)
