In the morning, before Brother Zhang arrived, the crown prince of Liao Kingdom came, but Su Dongpo and Huang Tingjian arrived. They came to ask Brother Zhang for comment...
What's the point of the evaluation? Whose calligraphy is better...
Su Dongpo drank too much last night. In order to save Huang Tingjian's face, he gave up on calligraphy. But today he became more and more angry when he thought about it, so he first asked Huang Tingjian to discuss it. However, although Huang Tingjian admitted that he was talented in poetry
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Then the two started fighting each other, and then they wanted to find someone to criticize them, but who in the world was qualified to criticize them? One was an official, but Su Che was still an official in the court... Su Shi wanted face, and he
But he had just come back from exile and was rescued by his younger brother. How unlucky was Su Shi's younger brother who was the culprit of Su Shi? Ever since he entered the officialdom, Su Zhe had been running around trying to rescue his brother, so the shameless Su Shi didn't drink.
Under the premise, I still feel embarrassed to bother my brother too much.
After all, if you really go to the officials for comment, and when the officials hear that they are in trouble with the imperial court because of this kind of forced matter, they will say "It's hard to tell? Then don't tell them apart" and then send one of them to Leizhou and the other to Qiongzhou...
Therefore, the official path is not feasible. It is a pity that Yan Shu is no longer there. If Yan Shu is still there, he can do it. In fact, Ouyang Xiu can also do it, but he is Su Shi's teacher. It is not easy to judge a teacher like this, because
If he said Su Shi won, people would say he was showing favoritism. If he said Huang Tingjian won, Su Shi couldn't stand it.
As for the other people, as far as their cultural attainments were concerned, he, Su Dongpo, really didn't look at them. Anshi, the eighth king of Gogou, was even more of a stinky chess player and was unworthy.
Therefore, the only person left to judge the quality of the two at this moment is Zhang Zhifu of Yuhang Prefecture.
Although Magistrate Zhang doesn't usually have time to chant flowers and admire the moon, it is well known that his calligraphy is really good. Even Su Shi and Huang Tingjian couldn't fault it if they looked at it together. If you don't know who he is and just look at his calligraphy, you will basically
Everyone in the world will conclude that this was written by a man with fifty or sixty years of skill.
Therefore, even though Brother Zhang is not well-known in the literary world, his good calligraphy is still very prestigious in the circle, so the two of them came to see Brother Zhang early in the morning despite their hangovers and headaches.
"You guys."
Brother Zhang was eating when they rushed in. A bowl of simple pumpkin porridge, some pickles, and the molded tofu that he got from the restaurant yesterday was Brother Zhang's breakfast.
"Let's eat something together first."
They had met before, because after all, Su Shi and Huang Tingjian were both officials of the imperial court. It was unreasonable not to pay homage to the dock when they came to their territory, and their fifth-grade prefect was of a higher rank than both of them.
"Zhong Pu, come and judge us two!"
Brother Zhang's background is that of a child without a father and mother, so his name was given to him by the emperor who was his father-in-law. He hoped that he would be a middle-aged person in the world and be impartial, mediocre, upright, and peaceful.
Long-term existence coincides with the golden mean.
Brother Zhang asked someone to help these two immortals get some pumpkin porridge to eat. After all, they were still hungover and still had energy to fight here. It was really...
Su Shi sighed after taking a mouthful of pumpkin porridge, then ate a few more side dishes, and then finished the bowl of porridge in two or three mouthfuls: "One more bowl."
"This pumpkin is so sweet? I remember, aren't all pumpkins made from powdery chaff? How can it be so moist and sweet?"
"Well, it's a variety improved from Yuhang. I think you must like to eat it." Brother Zhang put down the bowl: "Is it okay?"
Su Shi is about ten years older than Brother Zhang, but he has a free and easy nature and doesn't care about his age. He didn't show off after Brother Zhang asked: "Hey, I pride myself on being able to eat, but compared to you Zhong Pu, I'm still inferior.
Some. I am just a good eater who picks up and eats things that others don’t eat. You’re better off. If you take back the dregs that others don’t eat and change them, you can turn them into delicacies. The pork also became delicious after you changed it.
It’s delicious, and there’s also the net-raised herring. How many times in the past have I eaten herring with a layer of oil and water in its belly?”
Brother Zhang waved to the people behind him, and then he said: "Bring the canned fruit and beef jerky and let the two adults have a taste."
"What?" Huang Tingjian was stunned: "Beef?"
He is now working as a farmer promotion official in Yuhang, and his teeth tremble when he hears the word beef... In recent years, after having the iron ox, private slaughter of farm cattle has become a common practice, but this is all done secretly, but today it is not
Appearing on the magistrate's dinner table in a grand manner, wouldn't it be fatal?
Soon the canned fruit and beef jerky arrived. The canned fruit contained peaches. Su Shi first took a piece and put it in his mouth. After chewing it for a while, his eyes lit up: "Hmm! Peach from Dangshan!"
After hearing this, Huang Tingjian also ate a piece. After entering his mouth, he only felt that the peach meat was soft, glutinous and sweet, with a slight sour taste. The peach flavor was rich and fragrant. But when he thought that it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, he could still eat such fresh and tender peaches.
Even a person who doesn't like to eat was surprised.
"How is this..." Su Shi, on the other hand, was a bit incoherent: "The peaches from Dangshan will fester and become bitter within two or three days of landing on the ground. They cannot be transported out of the country. I was lucky enough to eat them when I was passing by Dangshan when I was demoted.
How many times have you..."
"This is called canning." Brother Zhang said with a smile: "I brought the canning technology to Dangshan and helped them open the first canning processing plant. Now their peaches can be shipped out easily. You guys
Try this jar again."
Brother Zhang took out another jar. Although it was still peaches, the shape of the jar was a little different. Su Shi and Huang Tingjian ate another piece, and then they looked at each other with astonishment in their eyes. This jar followed the last jar.
Compared with the can, although the original peach flavor is less, the sweetness is more abundant, there is no sour taste, and the entrance is fragrant and sweet.
"Don't you want this juice? I can eat it if you don't want it."
As he spoke, Su Dongpo raised his head and drank the sugary juice from the can. The question he asked was simply unnecessary... he had no intention of leaving it for others.
People who know how to eat love to drink canned soup, and this is the same no matter where they are.
After finishing the drink, Mr. Dongpo smacked his mouth and felt satisfied. Then he didn't care about the beef, he directly grabbed a piece and put it into his mouth. As soon as he put it in his mouth, he felt that the beef was so hard that it hurt his teeth.
But as I chewed it slowly, the fresh, salty and spicy flavors in the beef jerky began to overflow from my lips and teeth.
It is said that the more you chew, the more delicious it becomes. If you add a bottle of wine now, it will be a perfect match.
Huang Tingjian watched Su Shi chew beef jerky like a dog chewing a bone. As an agricultural officer, he couldn't help but pick one up. He frowned when he first took it in, but after a while his eyes widened.
, and started eating with disbelief on his face.
"This is dried meat transported from the grassland. The nomadic people there have formed a settlement and are now vigorously developing the breeding industry. It is inconvenient to transport beef and mutton here, so they made dried meat. It takes three kilograms of beef to make it."
One pound of dried meat, how do you two feel?"
Brother Zhang urgently needs a foodie like Su Shi to try the food, because his publicity is the best advertisement, and when the advertisement is in place, more people will buy it, and as more people buy it, the income on the grassland will increase.
If there is more, there will be more income on the grassland, and there will naturally be more people raising cattle and sheep. By then, everyone will be busy making money, and who will worry about fighting.
"I have eaten jerky before. It was dry and hard to swallow. It had no oil or salt and was unpalatable. But this jerky is full of fragrance and leaves a fragrance on my lips and teeth. Even though it takes a bit of effort to eat, it makes me full.
, one or two sticks can barely cover a meal."
Su Shi pondered for a moment and then commented: "This should be stir-fried with butter first, adding spices and salt while stir-frying, and then hanging the semi-dry beef in a cool place to air-dry. The beef made in this way is fragrant and dry.
Instead of firewood, good meat, good meat, good meat.”
As he spoke, he grabbed the beef jerky with his hands and stuffed it into his pocket: "I am old and have weak bones. I will prepare more. Zhong Pu won't mind, right?"
Looking at the face of the world's greatest writer, Brother Zhang laughed out loud, and then ordered someone to bring ten kilograms of dried meat and divided it between the two of him: "You guys can do me a small favor."
"Easy to say, easy to say, Zhong Pu just opens his mouth."
"Publish more and promote more, so that people on the grassland can have a prosperous year."
Su Shi tilted his head and looked at Brother Zhang: "It's not the New Year in the grassland, right?"
"It will get over in the future."
Hearing these five words, Su Shi trembled and frowned, but he quickly regained his composure. He stood up and cupped his hands towards Brother Zhang: "Then leave this matter to me, but when it comes to
I will also ask Zhong Pu to make a note for me in his merit book."
"The history will remain."
After all this fuss, Uncle Su actually forgot about letting people comment on the theory, and Brother Zhang finally got rid of this trouble. After all, they all said that Wen Wu was the first, and there was no way to comment on this theory. They could only wait until both of them had done so.
Once the ball is dead, there will be no progress and future generations will comment. Otherwise, anything said now is nonsense and can easily be slapped in the face.
It was about an hour after these two super talented men who were not doing their jobs left with food and drinks before the crown prince of Liao came to visit with his sister.
Brother Zhang didn't waste any time and took the two of them to visit the factory and the experimental field. Today, the Crown Prince of Liao Kingdom was very energetic and planned to study in this place for a while. After all, this is also a very important opportunity for Liao Kingdom.
.
The first stop for the three of them was at the textile factory, where they watched the huge textile machine operating while the technician next to them explained it to them and demonstrated safety demonstrations.
Next it’s time to experience it.
Both the Yelu brothers put on workers' clothes and stood in front of the textile machine. At first, they were full of confidence, thinking that this kind of thing was nothing more than that...
But less than half an hour later, beads of sweat as big as soybeans appeared on their foreheads. However, these beads of sweat could not drip onto the printed and dyed cloth rolls. They could only be wiped off with sleeves. After a while, the people changed.
It was so sour and smelly that the two of them were honest, but they were somewhat unwilling to admit defeat, so they kept their heads down and gritted their teeth while fucking.
In just two hours, the two of them couldn't hold it any longer, and they began to falter, and their fighting stance was unsteady. If it weren't for Brother Zhang who was watching from the side and his quick eyesight, Yelutri's white and tender little hands would have been rolled into the wheel.
Already.
"Okay, let's take a rest and go to the next factory."
The two princes and princesses were as tired as dead babies. They sat there and couldn't say anything. They just drank water while gulping down water. Only after they drank half a pot of cold water did they gain some energy.
Then they came to the second factory, which was the legendary steel factory. Because they had not received on-the-job training, they were not allowed to approach the steel-making furnace. After all, if that thing accidentally fell in, it would really become a Terminator 2.
Already.
But just for the task of tying steel bars, the two of them worked at a slower pace than a snail, especially little sister Yelu, who almost went through menopause when she was ten years old. If her brother hadn't been holding her down next to her, she would have lost her image.
He jumped into the pool at the back and took a bath.
But after all, he is the one who will inherit the throne. Xiao Jun is really awesome. Although his hands have blisters and scratches, he still puts on his gloves and grits his teeth. Half of the gloves are stained red.
Brother Zhang stopped.
It was almost noon now, so Brother Zhang took them to the canteen of the factory without making any special preparations, and had a big meal with those they regarded as inferior people.
This thing is better than what they usually eat, which is pig water, but the two of them ate like dogs fighting for a trough. They ate a big bowl without even eating, and even had to finish another bowl before eating.
full.
If we don’t talk about reforming people through labor, usually the most romantic people will work on the assembly line for a day and they will lose all their nonsense. But after the lunch break, Brother Zhang woke up the two brothers and sisters who were sleeping against the wall: "Your Highnesses, it's time to go
It’s in the fields.”
Today's task is to pick cotton... Because the cotton here is intended to be supplied to the Liao Kingdom for planting, so today I let the two of them pick it.
Brother Zhang was watching them put cotton into the big frame while explaining the importance of cotton and that this batch of cotton would be fully promoted in the Liao Kingdom next year. At this moment, the two highnesses under the scorching sun didn't even listen.
When we went in, one was dry and the other was tired. It can be said that it was very painful for our golden hands to do the work of triangular trade.
"If you want a country to prosper, poetry and songs are not enough. They are picked one by one, hammer by hammer. I hope your two highnesses will remember the pain of today."
Brother Zhang stood beside him and said with his hands behind his back: "Work is not fun and does not tolerate fun. It is a noble, rigorous and great thing. I hope your two highnesses can agree with this sentence from the bottom of their hearts, otherwise the Liao Kingdom will soon be
A country that becomes second-rate will eventually be destroyed without attack."
Neither of the two young men spoke. They just gritted their teeth and persisted. The pride of belonging to the royal family prevented them from giving up halfway, but they were really approaching their limit...