Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

Five cauldrons lined up in a row, under the roasting of the red fire tongue exudes a rich bean fragrance. A huge stone mill was working on the side, and at the other end, the hot soy milk flowed down the bamboo pipe into the wooden barrel of the restaurant.

A Sheng led people into the back kitchen from the side door. First, he checked the consistency of soy milk and millet porridge, and then whether there was a fire hazard where the firewood was placed. The third was the hygiene of pots and pans. situation. After barely passing the three items, she nodded to the terrified cooks and walked forward.

Breakfast time is not over, so the restaurant is very lively. The children of Weihai Academy lined up with dinner plates, walked to the steward in turn, and carried a family rule on their backs, and they were able to receive soy milk, millet porridge, an egg, and a pinch of salty seaweed. Most of the teachers were orphans from previous classes, who set an example by memorizing the rules and were given the same food, but without eggs.

Cao's new rules have undergone several changes, and they are quite different from the original version, but the tradition of memorizing family rules before meals is still passed down. No one needs to declare, everyone will voluntarily line up the team. This strict sense of order has once again brushed the three views on the guests.

Zheng Yi was young, so he could blend in with the schoolchildren without being conspicuous when he took off his Huaqiu. In the blink of an eye, he walked around and ran back. "Their breakfast is the same as what we have just eaten."

Sun Li, who is in charge of eating, explained with a smile: "This is the Mengxue canteen, with floor heating and thick walls, which is considered the best. Even the main family's food sometimes comes from here. The shipyard and the port are the strictest. The tenant canteen at the foot of the mountain and the mountain canteen to the east are relatively simple, with open-air seating, and you can eat hot in winter.”

Hot mouth. Easy to say, but how can anyone who has lived through a few years of famine know how valuable this is?

And this is not just a matter of food and clothing, the Cao family's intention to implement population count and ideological control through the free breakfast couldn't be clearer. Whenever someone goes missing, falls ill, or gets injured in a fight between servants, when it's breakfast time, nothing can be hidden from the master's eyes.

Control is nuanced and quiet. Both benevolence and deterrence.

It's exactly what Cao Sheng feels.

A Sheng picked a corner and sat down, watching the children who got up late hurried in, carefully answered the questions and got the meal, and then devoured it and hurried to class. The number of people in the restaurant gradually dwindled, and it was the turn of the older children on duty to arrange the dishes and clean up. The cooks started the second round of work: the unfinished soy milk was made into tofu, and the unfinished millet was pressed into rice cakes. These are all evening delicacies. The mountain people's canteen and the tenant canteen do not open fire at night, so there are ox carts to carry the excess soy milk and rice porridge up the mountain.

"I can only serve a meal in the morning. It is still necessary for them to go back to their respective homes in the evening, and it is necessary for the family to get together for dinner. But I think, even if some people's family is too poor to open the pot , I have a bowl of hot porridge in the morning, so I won't starve to death."

Immediately Zheng Xuan took the lead, and several Confucian scholars bowed deeply to Ah Sheng: "I only learned about the benevolence and righteousness of the son today, and there are thousands of living refugees, but I am still worried that I am not doing enough."

This kind of compliment is fine, Ah Sheng will not take it to heart. It's time for her to check the roster compiled by the five cafeterias. Counting the dependent mountain people and fishermen, Weihai has a population of tens of thousands, and there will always be absentees every day: those who are on sick leave and those who are on injury leave should have food and medicine delivered to their door; those who have died should be verified and written off; reason.

Fortunately, there is nothing major today, more than a dozen sick people just finished reading it in the blink of an eye. Even the cleaning kids haven't retreated yet.

A Sheng held his chin and looked at it: "The child with the patch on his left knee seems to be bullied." There was an echo in the empty restaurant, although A Sheng's voice was not sound It was big, but it was still heard clearly by everyone present.

The boy turned and knelt, his head on the ground motionless.

The other children were a little unwilling, and knelt down in twos and threes.

Xiao Zhengyi saw it too. The child with the patch on his left knee was obviously thin and gloomy. He was assigned to wash dishes, his hands were soaked in cold water, and no one helped him. Someone else deliberately threw the wooden bowl into the sink, splashing him with cold water. If it wasn't for the underfloor heating in the Mengxue cafeteria, it wouldn't freeze to death if you put it outside?

Seeing that Ah Sheng also wanted to ask, Xiao Zhengyi's sense of justice burst out: "They are all classmates, why do you deliberately bully others?"

"Who is bullying?" A boy with a mole on the corner of his mouth raised his head and retorted. He was the one who threw the wooden bowl into the sink.

"Ayi is impulsive, and there is a reason for this." A-sheng first let Zheng Yi sit down, and then ordered a girl who was kneeling at the farthest place wearing a wall flower: "Yu Yan, You are the group leader, you said."

Yu Yan obviously did not expect that the superior master would call out his name, but he stood up and replied without being arrogant or humble: "Ding Guang's father used to be the steward of the chicken farm. He took advantage of the language barrier to deduct more than 500 eggs from mountain children and asked for bribes, so he was sentenced to 20 sticks three years ago and demoted to a coolie for three years."

It was silent, only the little girl Yu stood there firmly.

Zheng Xuan touched his son's little head: "You only saw them tease Ding Guang, but you didn't see Ding Guang's father ever oppressing them. In this world, what you see is not necessarily the truth, but you Things I didn't see." Those who bullied Ding Guang were mostly children from Shanmin's family, and even then they just pushed him the most tiring work, or made some tricks of splashing people with water. Humiliation and beating are not dare.

Once the cold violence develops into hot violence, the fist of the martial instructor will teach them to be human.

"Do you know where you are wrong? Start with Yan first."

The little girl was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a moment, she replied: "Yan knows wrong. As the leader of the group, he did not stop the disputes in the group, which resulted in the marginalization of some group members. people."

Very witty and stable. Ah Sheng secretly praised in his heart, he is indeed the leader of the fifth generation with a name and a surname. Now that the stalls are open, the thousands of school-age children in the fifth session, who can put their names on her, are the key observation objects.

With Yu Yan as the leader of the group, no matter what they thought, they all confessed their mistakes verbally, and then shared the work of washing dishes together. Seeing this, Sun Li took another dry cotton coat to put on for Ding Guang.

Ding Guang had a gloomy face when he was left out in the cold, but when he was suddenly taken care of, his tears couldn't help shedding. He knelt on the ground and refused to get up, his voice trembling like cotton wool: "Master, my father broke his leg after suffering those 20 strokes, and he couldn't do the heavy work at all. The hard labor has been pushed back year after year, as if there is no end to it. when."

Twenty boards, and she broke her leg. This is the time of execution. "I'll go check it out, but I can't promise you anything until the results come out." Ah Sheng stood up, "Go get busy. Study hard and work hard."

Out of the restaurant, the cold wind was blowing head-on, with the fishy smell of the sea.

A Sheng surrendered to Zheng Xuan: "In a small manor, there are people who are corrupt. Let Zheng Gong laugh."

"This is also something that can't be avoided. The second son manages the family and is already very clean. Xuan is curious how the second son will deal with this matter."

"To tell the truth, Ding Bao's case of corruption and egg corruption was brought before me. From judgment to execution, it was carried out according to the rules, and there was no place to go beyond. The only problem is that I never stipulated the responsibility of the stick. strength, but there is no way to regulate it.”

"Second son means you can't control it anymore?" Zheng Yi pouted, "I think that Ding Guang was implicated by his father, it's really pitiful. Moreover, this is obviously the executioner's cruel hand to make People are paralyzed on the bed and burdened with hard labor. They can't survive and die. What is it called? Manager Zhao? Zhao Qi? It's really cruel."

Zheng Yi is the age to argue with people. While walking down the mountain along the road paved with broken sand and lime, Ah Sheng replied: "One, Ding Bao is my mother's dowry. It has been fourteen years since my mother passed away. When it was difficult to give birth, I personally watched the big doctor who delivered him. Oh, at that time, Fangfeng was only a small doctor. You see, in terms of qualifications, feelings, and connections, their family is more important than the mountain people in Donglai. many."

Zheng Yi was stunned: "Is that second son trying to help their family?"

"However, in my place, qualifications, feelings, and connections are all suppressed."

"Huh?"

"The superiors cannot do things by their liking. If they are unwilling, they cannot. If they are selfish, they will lose justice. Medicines, or no medical treatment, or the labor service deliberately arranges for him to work **** his legs and feet. Then he should be compensated, and he should be punished.”

, it tickles people's hearts.

Asheng didn't look back, and continued with a stern face: "If you pretend to be sick, then you have to check it out before you deal with it. Zhao Qi, you've discounted your human legs after hitting twenty? "

The 22-year-old Zhao Puppy is 1.8 meters tall. He has wheat-colored skin, strong muscles, and vigorous gait because he is thrashing in the water on the boat all the year round. When he looks at others sincerely with his dark brown eyes, he looks like a simple black Labrador. "Does the master want to punish me? Then I will break my leg and make amends to the old thief Ding Bao. But as long as I stay in this position for a day, I have said that I hate corruption and oppression of the people the most."

Asheng didn't open his eyes and almost touched his forehead: "The process is all right, what reason should I use to punish you? Am I the kind of master who beats people out of my mood?"

Zhao Qi laughed suddenly, and put away the pitiful expression he deliberately put on: "It was my fault, I should not question the master's code of conduct." Then, he turned his head and gave Zheng Xuanxing A standard meeting ceremony for scholars: "I am under Zhao Qi, the word is heavy, and I have met Duke Zheng and all the distinguished guests."

He said a Luoyang elegant sound, which shocked everyone with a Shandong accent.

Xiao Zhengyi was about to explode: "You... are you that rude and vicious Zhao Qi?"

Zhao Qi blinked innocently, and then changed the topic: "Have you seen the rocks in front of the sea with white smoke? There is a soup spring. Whenever the night is five or ten, it is the host's home. During the bath time, the wounded and the old men will voluntarily evacuate when they arrive in the afternoon, and the tenant farmers and fishermen will not go there at night. Today is November 30. During the day, the guests follow the host to look around, and they will be tired if they want to come. Bubble hot spring is also a good activity.”

When he was twenty years old, he learned to be cute.