Our Hometown

Chapter One Two Four Ching Ming in Chaos

Yun Lang had decided to eat the bowl of Nongsang in his life.

Liu Che will need to eat even if he is tall in the cloud in the future. The taller he is, the more meals he will eat.

No one thinks that they have too much food for their own family. This is the truth that fools know.

Among all the big men who lack food and clothing, even if they kill people and commit crimes, as long as you give a pile of food, the emperor will forgive you, and it will be more active than you to pay copper.

People who can grow food are very precious in Han Dynasty. People like Yunlang who can improve seeds are invaluable treasures in Han Dynasty.

It has become an invaluable treasure. Even if the treasure is a little flawed, people will ignore it or forgive it.

A clever courtier and a loyal courtier have an unpredictable fate after the dynasty. However, even in the era of dynasty, capable courtiers will only be more valued by the new emperor.

Even if the new emperor is brutal and unconscious, as long as he is not stupid, facing a real official, an official who does not care about the government and devotes himself to the Nongsang, will also collect his temper and become a corporal.

After all, the empire has to continue, and the country needs to exist, and the officials are the most important cornerstones of the empire.

Changping ’s political wisdom is sufficient, as long as she lives long enough, under normal circumstances, Liu is safe.

Speaking of political wisdom, even if Yun Lang has seen the situation for thousands of years and knows the direction of many things, he still has a long way to go with people like Changping in grasping details.

Yun Lang believes this undoubtedly.

Liu Che lives next door. Therefore, Yun Lang and Huo went sick, and the group of people like Cao Xiang could do nothing but eat Huhaisi.

Even in the random fight of the Yuns, Da Changqiu would rush to come and ask what happened.

As a result, this group of people naturally became paralyzed.

Drinking, drinking, and continuing to drink, they seem to be drunk.

There are many people who come to drink, so it is easy to promote the change of wine. The wine made by grain is not easy to come by, and it is easily criticized.

Sima Qian was the first to oppose Yun's abuse of massive grain wine.

Since Sima Qian's wife and son came to Yunshi, Sima Qian has entered a state of seclusion.

Yun Lang, the head of the family, was very difficult to meet him.

Because their family moved to the most remote mountain house in the Yun Family. Except for the occasional maid who came out and asked Liang Weng for some living supplies, the rest of the time, they basically could not see a connection with Sima Qian character.

For him, it is enough to have books, paper, pens, inks, and landscapes, and seeing people will only make him irritable.

Yun's wine cellar happens to be on the edge of the mountain residence where Sima Qian lives. As long as he opens the window every day, he can see that Yun's servants are moving wine.

It didn't matter for a day or two, Sima Qian was still acceptable, until he walked out of Yun's cellar out of curiosity and broke out completely.

He had never imagined that Yun's wine storage would be so large. The huge, horse-drawn cellar was filled with all kinds of wine.

Sima Qian stood at the door of the wine cellar, his body trembling so badly, he wanted to ask Yunlang how much food was consumed for brewing so much wine.

"Not much, it looks like seven or eight thousand tan."

"Yunhou drunk and dreamed of death, can you know the people who are waiting to be fed?"

"You know, if they are hungry, they can come to Yunshi to work, and I will not let them go hungry."

"you--"

"What's wrong with me? There are no hungry people in Shanglinyuan, but anyone who feels that they are not full can go back to the mountain to carry coal, or come to work in Yunshi, Cao's, Huo's, Li's. The reason why we do n’t need slaves is that we are afraid that people with hunger will come to our door and we ca n’t place them. ”

"You-the food!"

"The food is grown by my family, the taxes have already been paid, and no one owes it to the Han Dynasty. Why, do you think I did it wrong?"

"You are not reasonable!"

"You are not reasonable, do I have no power to dispose of my own food?

Come here and drink. If you do n’t drink the wine last year, it will become sour. You are also a person who likes to drink. Mo Yao wants to live up to this beautiful scenery. "

A wine bowl was stuffed by Yun Lang in his hand, and immediately a diligent servant filled him with wine.

Sima Qian looked around and saw that Nuodah's grass was full of drunkards, rickety drunks, and rosy women.

There were a bunch of musicians drumming and singing, and the music was melodious, and a group of singers relaxed in the breeze with long sleeves and graceful gestures.

Dahan's black doctors sat in the stream and talked, and the samurai warriors of the Han danced with swords and songs.

The long table was filled with rare treasures, a pile of wine jars stood in the middle of the grass, and an old housekeeper wearing a cyan hat smiled and asked every passing guest if he still needed wine.

"Hundreds of Cao Xiang's poems about wine fighting, Chang'an City went to sleep in the restaurant, the emperor could not get on the bus, and claimed to be a minister in the wine!"

Cao Xiang's male duck's voice is extremely distinct. A mouth is a good sentence, and it should be timely. The good one can't speak.

The applause rose, and the doctors praised, and the warriors gave a thumping applause.

Only the clouded skin is slightly red.

Sima was trembling straight.

"Hahaha, come again, and listen well, go to a sick day and spend a lot of money, drink like a long whale and a hundred rivers. Fang Zhuoran, Li Gan's five fights, eloquent and eloquent speeches ... Oops, I can't continue anymore.

I will call you one by one to become famous all over the world with a certain poem! "

Sima Qian looked at Cao Xiang with his arms around the tiger in one hand and raised his glass with the other, lying on the ground with his belly screaming and arrogant toward the sky, sighing: "You can't spoil things like this."

"It's not a mess. Every drop of wine in your stomach will turn into three points of pride. If you spit embroidered mouth, it's half the heyday."

Sima Qian looked at Yun Lang seriously: "Is it really a heyday now?"

Yun Lang chuckled and stretched an arm to embrace Sima Qian, saying: "Why is it not a prosperous age? Our soldiers are desperate in the outside world. The people are working hard at home. To be honest, these wines are taken for granted."

Yun Lang picked up the bowl and collided with Sima Qian and sipped it. Sima Qian looked at the wine in the bowl and sipped it. The wine entered his stomach and it was a mess. He could not taste the beauty, only endless bitterness.

"A Xiang is about to complete the construction of Guozi Supervisor. Will you enter at that time?" Yun Lang dragged Sima Qian's arm to find a quieter place and sat down.

"Do you think I should be a student or a husband?" Sima Qian said angrily.

"Go in and become an academic officer, first make your students full of the world, and then make your identity aloof and then say, otherwise, it will be difficult for you to live as long as you are.

"School officer? My qualifications are not enough."

"The current Guozijian is nothing, what kind of qualifications do you want, how can you wait for you to make the Guozijian very good, let your majesty value it, and then talk about the question of qualifications, but then, at that time, you have learned a long time ago. It's time to sit firmly. "

"How do you know that I can't live?"

By the way, what did you say to my father ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ During this time, his old man has taught me three times, and said to himself nothing special. "

Yun Lang raised the bowl again and touched Sima Qian to drink the wine and smiled: "I tell your father that your future achievements will be unmatched."

Sima Qian drank a drink and nodded casually, "I think so too. Sima wants to be famous all over the world and still has to rely on me.

By the way, I want to write a book similar to "Spring and Autumn", as long as this book is written, I think it is difficult to be famous. "

Yun Lang clapped his hands and said: "Then write quickly, I'll wait to see it."

Speaking of this matter, Sima Qian immediately settled down, lying lazily on the grass and gazing at the white clouds in the sky: "How can it be so easy!"

Yun Lang patted Sima Qian's hand and laughed: "Your Sima Qian is a rooster that can lay golden eggs. Your book is nothing but a golden egg bred in your stomach. As long as the time is ripe, enough knowledge is accumulated, laying eggs It's just natural! "