I found a bachelor who was good at writing regular script. After carefully writing it twice, I was finally satisfied with the old man. Then the couplet made by Zhu Yunxi was carefully posted in front of the door of the old man's palace.
"Pu Bucheng, I will engrave it on the wooden board later and use it next year!" the old man ordered with a smile.
"I obey the order!" Pu Bucheng responded with a smile, "Your Majesty, your highness, the manufacturing office has sent twelve boxes of firecrackers and fireworks. Please tell me how to deal with them!"
"We don't like to look at his things. Let's send them to the East Palace so that the children can have fun!" The old man said casually, but he turned his eyes slightly and saw the thoughtful Zhu Yunxi and said, "Grandson, what are you thinking about?"
Fireworks are a good thing, the two young girls in the East Palace have said this several times. The young princes in the palace who have not yet entered the feudal dynasty are also counting the days for the fireworks on their fingers.
However, Zhu Biao had just passed away, and according to custom, couplets could not be posted in the East Palace for three years, nor could firecrackers be set off.
"Grandpa Huang, father..."
"Oh!" The old man slapped his forehead, and the smile on his face suddenly turned into sadness, "Hey, we were so happy just now that we forgot about this matter. Your East Palace is so unpopular and cold-faced this year!" He said in a different tone.
He turned furious and said to Pu Bucheng, "We didn't think of it just now, and you didn't know to remind us? And those people who sent the fireworks, do they have Junfu in their hearts?"
"This slave deserves to die!" Pu Bucheng quickly knelt down.
"Grandpa Emperor!" Zhu Yunxi spoke hastily and said with a smile, "My grandson doesn't think it's better than this. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, he released it by the Xuanwu Lake and let the people in the capital liven it up!"
The old man nodded slightly, "That's fine! The whole world celebrates bathing in the emperor's grace!" He said, and then said, "Did you write the edict to reward the common people of the capital during the Spring Festival?"
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"My grandson has already written that for those with ten or more capitals, they will be given three dou of rice, two kilograms of meat, and one kilogram of wine. Those who are widowed and lonely will be given a special gift of cloth!" After saying that, Zhu Yunxi whispered, "It's all the money from the confiscation of homes in Hangzhou, and it will be divided among them."
After giving it to the wronged people, there is still a lot left over, and it is just right to take it from the people and use it for the people!"
"Well done!" The old man broke into tears and smiled.
After posting Spring Festival couplets, I started posting door gods again.
After the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the emperor ordered that the clothing and etiquette be imitated in the Tang Dynasty. Therefore, the door gods are not Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong, but the retro Shen Tu and Yu Lei (not lei but lu).
However, after the episode just now, the old man seemed to be thinking of his deceased son, and the old man felt a little depressed and forced a smile.
During the festive season, we miss our loved ones even more, and people with white hair give gifts to people with black hair. In fact, the older people are, the more likely they are to feel sad during the New Year and festivals.
After the ministers retreated, only their grandfather and grandson were left in the majestic palace, which was draped in red and decorated with new year decorations.
The old man was sitting in the hall, holding a heater in his hand, looking at the scene outside the hall, and murmuring, "In the past, when your grandmother made dumplings during the Chinese New Year, she would always put some small money in them. Whoever ate them would be the winner.
Have good luck next year!" He said and sighed, "Since your grandmother passed away, we have never had such good dumplings!"
Following the old man's words, those memories came to mind.
In Zhu Yunxi's memory, his grandmother's cooking skills were not very good. The dumplings always had the same fillings, including cabbage meat, celery meat, and green onion meat. They were far less delicious than those made by the imperial chef in the small kitchen of the East Palace.
However, after all, it was made by relatives, and the food tasted like relatives.
Seeing that the old man was a little sad, Zhu Yunxi smiled and said, "Grandpa Huang, when my grandson came back just now, the city was busy. How about we go out for a walk and have fun with the people?"
The old man thought about it and said with a smile, "Don't tell me, we really mean it!" Then he laughed and said, "I wonder if that small restaurant in Huaixi is still open? We really miss their dog meat!"
"Walk?" Zhu Yunxi smiled.
"Let's go!" The old man stood up.
Both of them were wearing common clothes and there was no need to change. Pu Bucheng gave a few orders and dozens of guards cleared the way. The two men left the palace through the small door and walked into the well of the capital city.
After leaving the Imperial City and arriving at Qianmen Street, the lively atmosphere of the marketplace hit us. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and there is still an endless stream of people shopping on the street.
The products on the shelves are even more dazzling, including dried pine nuts from Liaodong, yellow flowers and golden needles from northern Jiangsu, and eagle-billed bamboo shoots, Polygonatum sibiricum and black essence from Wudang.
In addition to food, there are also drinks. Teas include Usnea, Tianchi, Shaoxing Mecha, and Jingshan Huqiu Tea.
The clothes and materials are even more dazzling, and there are also various boxes of snacks and famous wines from the north and south.
Everyone is wearing new clothes and hats, and everyone has a smile on their face. When acquaintances meet, they bow to each other and say hello.
The adults were carrying the New Year's goods they had purchased, and their heads were covered with sweat. The children were holding candy figures in their hands, licking them, and smiling, all full of satisfaction.
"Grandpa, the prosperous times are nothing more than this!"
Zhu Yunxi was not entirely trying to please the old man, but he was also inspired by his feelings. The people had money, there were goods on the streets, there were plenty of goods, and their purchasing power was strong, which was the epitome of a prosperous age.
The old man put his hands in his sleeves and looked at the crowd in the market with a smile on his face, but his tone was a bit solemn, "I dare not say that it is a prosperous age! The capital is where the elite of the world is, and it is natural to be prosperous. Whether it is a prosperous age depends on other places in the world, yes
Aren’t you so rich!”
As he said that, he smiled again, "Besides, whether the times are prosperous or not, it doesn't matter what we say, only what the people say!"
"Grandpa!" Zhu Yunxi also sighed in his heart, "Don't worry, my grandson will definitely help the Ming Dynasty reach its true prosperity in the future!" He said, looking at the crowd with firm eyes, "Let the people of the world no longer suffer from hunger and cold."
"Have ambition!" The old man patted Zhu Yunxi on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Based on your words, grandpa will have to drink a few cups in a while!"
The restaurant where the old man and I went out to eat meat last time was in an alley. After walking through the busy street for a while, I vaguely looked at the appearance of the restaurant.
"Wait a minute!" As he was walking, the old man suddenly stopped and said to Zhu Yunxi, "Why doesn't this house post couplets?"
The Spring Festival couplets were pasted on the doors of every house in the alley. There was only one inconspicuous courtyard where the Spring Festival couplets on the door were from last year, and they were messy.
"Maybe I didn't have time to post it?" Zhu Yunxi said.
"Does it count as celebrating the New Year if you don't post a couplet?" The old man said in a dull voice, "What kind of life is this family having?"
While the two men were talking, a tall and thick man, carrying a baggage under his arm, walked quickly into the courtyard with his head lowered.
"Hey, that man! You, it's you..." The old man stopped him, "Is this your home?"
The Chinese character was about forty years old, and his face was full of short words. He stopped when he heard the words, "Old man, this is my home, what do you want?"
"Where is your pair?" the old man asked, pointing to the door with the piece of paper remaining.
"Oops!" The man stamped his feet, "I was so busy that I forgot!"
Zhu Yunxi smiled and said, "What do you do that you can forget such a big thing?"
"I...I am..." The man was a little embarrassed, "I am a pig breeder! During the New Year, there were so many people buying pigs that I forgot about it.
!” He said, feeling annoyed, “It’s the Chinese New Year, where can I ask someone to write it? I don’t know if there are still people selling couplets?”
"You don't need to find someone to write it, and you don't need to buy it. We will find a way for you!" the old man said with a smile.
"Don't ask me to write! I don't have any couplets related to pigs in my stomach!" Zhu Yunxi was shocked.
A pig is a castrated pig. This thing is still a great craft in this era, just like eunuchs.
Thinking of this, Zhu Yunxi felt uneasy and couldn't help but glance at Pu Bucheng who was following him.
Sure enough, Lao Pu seemed to have thought of something, clamped his legs and turned pale.
"Can you... know how to write?" The man's dirty hands took out a paper bag from the bag, and with his radish-thick fingers, he picked out two pieces of peach cake and said with a smile, "Can you please help me?"
Got it!"
The old man didn’t mind it being dirty, so he took it and ate it.
"Well, let's think about it!" the old man said while eating, "Grandson, although your grandfather has little education, he can still write a Spring Festival couplet!" After that, he asked the man again, "Are you a pig breeder?"
"Yes!" The man nodded repeatedly.
"Listen up!" The old man stood with a golden sword and said with great momentum, "We are the superior company, splitting the road of life and death with both hands!"
"What does this couplet mean?" Zhu Yunxi asked.
"You pig, if you are not careful, you will kill the animal!" The old man said while chewing peach cake, "So it is a road between life and death!"
The man nodded, "Sounds new? Old man, where is the second line?"
The old man smiled and said, "Cut off the root of the problem with one knife!"
"Ha!" Zhu Yunxi laughed, "Grandpa, that's appropriate!"
"Cleave the road of life and death with both hands, and cut off the root of the problem with one knife!" The man read a few sentences, "I have to find someone to write it quickly! Don't forget it later!"
"No, just stay calm!" The old man waved his hand behind him, "Here comes someone who can write, write it for him!"
After saying that, he smiled and took half a piece of peach cake, and continued to move forward with Zhu Yunxi.
"Grandpa Huang, what you said is really appropriate!" Zhu Yunxi was laughing so hard that he was out of breath.
"Haha!" The old man also laughed, "This is called learning and applying!" As he said that, his eyes suddenly became strange, and he looked at Pu Bucheng behind him, "When you were purifying yourself, you were just like a pig!"
Pu Bucheng forced out a smile and said, "This servant was blindfolded at the time and felt a chill in his lower body..."
"Doesn't it hurt?" Zhu Yunxi asked curiously.
"Who knows what method the master used to cleanse the body? The slave felt cold at the time, and it only hurt afterward!"
The old man smiled from ear to ear, "The roots of the matter are gone, and my heart hurts even more! Haha!"
"I heard that after you are cleansed, you will be given a goose feather tube to urinate. Is it true?" Zhu Yunxi became interested and asked immediately.
Pu Bucheng lowered his head and said, "Your Highness, what I am cutting is the root, not the stem!"
~~~We had a great time dancing to the disco yesterday.
If you have the chance, let's all dance together.
This chapter has been completed!