Afraid that there would be too many idiots in the audience, Master Li did not even dare to give the drinking order.
Because the drinking order is too difficult, the dandies cannot keep up. If the drinking order is too simple, they are afraid that Ju Ming and others will look down on him.
When the maid came to throw the pot, Master Li said, "Most of you gentlemen are acquaintances. There are four new friends today, so why not ask them to throw the pot first."
"Brother Chenggong comes first!" Qian Chen shouted with a smile.
The last time Zhu Ming played pot, he was playing with Bai Chongyan, Li Hanzhang and Zheng Hong at Biyunting in Shangbai Village not long ago.
At that time, Bai Chongyangui was the son of a local tycoon, and Li Hanzhang and Zheng Hong were even more unattainable big shots.
Bai Chongyan seemed to have thought of this too and laughed to himself.
However, Zhu Ming recalled that Li Hanzhang said that he was going to join the army, but he had not yet written a letter back.
Picking up the arrow branch, Zhu Ming aimed it at the mouth of the pot.
Although it missed the mark, it hit the right spot and landed firmly in the ear of the pot, which resulted in a higher score.
"color!"
The first throw won a full house.
Ju Ming's martial arts skills have not fallen behind, and he takes time to practice every day. Especially for archery, he goes home from get off work and practices in the garden for forty minutes.
His skill in throwing pots also improved greatly. Only one arrow hit the neck of the pot and popped out, while all the other arrows hit the target.
Among other things, those dandy boys were very impressed by Ju Ming's actions.
Zheng Hong also started to perform. This fat man could only throw pots well.
Several maids walked around the room, helping with pots and arrows from time to time, and filling wine glasses for the guests.
Probably because he was drunk, Han Zhao held a copper kettle and beat the fou while singing, and other young men also beat chopsticks to accompany him. In a blink of an eye, it became a large-scale karaoke scene.
Master Li saw that the atmosphere had become lively, so he asked the maid to bring the Analects of Confucius, jade candles and wine chips.
Li Shishi himself served as the "Mingfu", that is, the referee. Qian Chen and Cao Yu served as "recorders", one was responsible for managing dice, wine hooks and other theatrical tools, and the other was responsible for checking the order of drinking.
This thing doesn't require any literary talent. Each wine chip is engraved with the Analects of Confucius, and the number of dice is used to determine the drinking situation.
"Qi Erlang, drink five cents."
Master Li smiled.
The guy named Qi Erlang immediately drank half a glass of wine and then started rolling the dice.
This time I went to Cao Huai's place, but instead of drinking it myself, Master Li announced: "Please treat two people, and get 70% of the wine."
Cao Huai had been beaten before. Although he no longer pursued the case, he was still angry. He immediately pointed at Qian Chen and Han Zhao and said, "Just punish them both!"
For the money they were fined with, the two of them could only drink more than half of the glass.
Cao Huai continued to roll the dice, and this time he rolled the dice, which meant a pass.
After two rounds, Zhu Ming got the reward. The drinking order in the Analects of Confucius is "drink" and "yidao", which means you can drink as much as you want from your own pour, or even dip your mouth into the wine.
Li Shishi sang a song at the beginning, and spent the rest of the time chatting and playing games. She played a role in mediating the atmosphere. Even if Cao Yu started to act drunk again, Li Shishi could calm him down with a few words.
The atmosphere became more and more lively, and some guys could no longer sit up straight and were swaying to hug others.
From time to time, someone told a dirty joke, which made everyone laugh.
There are also people who don't want to drink anymore, and when they are punished with alcohol, they use praise programs instead.
They even started to take off their clothes, revealing half-body tattoos, and then competed with each other to see whose tattoos were more beautiful.
Bai Chongyan, Min Zishun and Zheng Hong, these three people were obviously drunk. They completely put aside their inferiority complex and started joking with the powerful children present.
Bai Chongyan even composed a lyric on the spot, which was quite as elegant as when he was in Shangbaicun.
Wine is a good thing, it can make people forget their worries temporarily.
Two gentlemen fell down hugging each other. One of them put his hand into the lapel of the other's clothes, groping around with his mouth. It seemed that he couldn't find the target after a long time, and he began to curse in a daze.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Everyone laughed, and Fatty Zheng even shouted: "Kiss one, kiss one!"
The man was completely drunk, and in a daze, he actually pursed his lips and kissed her. Hou Xuan laughed so hard that he slapped the table crazily.
"Teacher, please play music for me. I want to dance to a song!"
Cao Yu took off his shirt and threw it aside, then walked crookedly into the hall.
Li Shishi picked up the pipa and played the Phoenix Piano. Cao Yu's eyes were half-closed and he was so drunk that he couldn't stand up straight, but he was dancing to the accompaniment of the music.
Zhu Minglong had only drank more than ten glasses of rice wine in total. He was very sober at the moment. Looking at the people living in a dissolute manner, only four words came to his mind: Drunken life, dreaming and death.
Drinking from early evening until late at night, most of the guests passed out.
Master Li waved to the maid and gave a few instructions. The maid opened the door and invited them in to help the drunken guests home.
Apart from drinking and having fun, I didn't do anything.
Zhu Ming carried Min Zishun in one hand and Bai Chongyan in the other. As for Fatty Zheng, this thing was too heavy, so he asked the Zheng family servants to carry it.
"Zhu Dalang, please stay." Li Shishi said.
Ju Ming turned around: "What's the matter?"
Master Li blushed and said, "It's already late and it's inconvenient to go home. Dalang can stay here for the night."
Ju Ming laughed and said, "Get a pen and paper."
Master Li was even more happy. He brought a pen and paper and began to study the ink with his own hands: "Master, please write down the ink."
Ju Ming wrote a poem in Wang Guowei's "Linjiang Immortal": "Where is the passing time? The rustle is the sound of autumn again. The grass is fading in the sky and the clouds are flat. Where the setting sun falls, a tower pillows the lonely city. Who can say anything about being independent and desolate? Suddenly
Looking back, we can see the majestic palace. The red walls are not visible through the fog. The remaining light only covers the top floor."
After finishing writing, he put down his pen, picked up his friend, and walked away gracefully.
Li Shishi read it several times, frowning, not understanding its meaning.
The rhythm of this poem is wrong, and it seems to be intentional. Coupled with the imagery written in the poem, it is a bit strange. Although Li Shishi did not understand it, he felt a little chilled.
Wang Guowei's original intention was to write about the decline of the Qing Dynasty.
But placed in this flower-filled Tokyo, it seems to have another layer of meaning, as if it has traveled ten years later to pay homage to it.
Li Shishi hurriedly chased him out. He leaned in front of the door and saw that Zhu Ming had gone far away.
There are many donkey carts and carriages parked nearby, like night taxi drivers waiting for business.
Ju Ming called a car, helped Bai Chongyan and Min Zishun up, and paid the fare for the car.
He himself took the carriage given to Zhu Guoxiang by the emperor and went home. Bai Sheng and the Zheng family servants carried Fatty Zheng into the house like a dead pig.
Zheng Yuanyi was dozing off. When she heard the noise, she immediately called her maid out.
"Brother is back!" Zheng Yuanyi smiled happily. She knew where Ju Ming had gone, but she didn't stay outside.
Ju Ming sat down to rest: "Aren't you asleep yet?"
Zheng Yuanyi said: "I'm afraid that my husband will come back late and no one will take care of him. Do you want to make a bath?"
"It's too late. It's inconvenient to take a shower. Just wash your face with a basin of water," Zhu Ming said.
Zheng Yuanyi asked the maid to fetch water. With the honeycomb briquette stove, hot water was very convenient. Half closing the stove lid and letting the briquettes burn smoldering could keep the water temperature in the pot without wasting much coal.
Nowadays, Tanhua stove and Tanhua coal have become popular all over the city.
There are even fires in the palace, ready to serve the nocturnal emperor.
Although Cai Jing hated Ju Ming very much, he did not hate Ju Ming's inventions. He just scolded him a few times and then acquiesced in allowing his servants to burn briquettes. Anyway, it was far away from his living courtyard, so it was no big deal if it was out of sight.
Just as Zhu Ming was getting up, Zheng Yuanyi had already twisted the handkerchief and wiped his face carefully.
After wiping her face, she wiped her neck again. Then she opened her clothes and wiped Ju Ming's chest and armpits. She blushed as she wiped them.
Perhaps it is because he has become younger after time travel. Although Ju Ming exercises every day, he has not yet developed the figure of an ancient general.
Deng Chun, who came to Tokyo with Zhu Guoxiang, has a standard figure.
Deng Chun eats meat every day and exercises every day. His belly is bulging and his body has sufficient fat reserves. He can't see how developed his muscles are. Instead, he seems to have gained weight, but his strength has increased greatly. He took off his clothes.
, it even feels like there is a layer of oil on the surface of the skin.
Ancient generals, modern strongmen, they all have this kind of body type.
While wiping, Zheng Yuanyi peeked with a blushing face, thinking: My brother took off his clothes, his skin is really white.
When she was wiping it, she couldn't help but press it twice. The flesh on her chest was hard, so she must have been very strong.
"Mr. Lang met Mr. Li today?" Zheng Yuanyi couldn't help but ask.
Ju Ming leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes to enjoy: "See, she looks good, not very beautiful. But her singing voice is like the sound of nature, and her piano skills are also superb."
Zheng Yuanyi said: "If your husband likes it, I can also learn how to sing. Today, the government sent a singer, called An Niang. She sings very well, so I can learn to sing from her."
"If you like it, go and learn it. If you don't like it, forget it," Ju Ming said. "Don't think about pleasing anyone. You will be happier if you are yourself."
Zheng Yuanyi smiled and said, "I like it."
"No need to wipe it," Zhu Ming put his arm around her shoulders and asked, "Are you homesick?"
Zheng Yuanyi's body became a little stiff: "I thought about it."
Ju Ming said: "In two or three years, you can go back and have a look."
Zheng Yuanyi said: "It's good to follow Lang Jun, but I miss Weng Weng a little. His health has never been very healthy."
Ju Ming said: "Your second brother is going back. Write a letter to the family and ask him to take it with him."
"Yes, it's already written." Zheng Yuanyi shrank because Ju Ming touched a place he shouldn't have touched.
She suddenly became active, twisted her body, and put her hands around the back of the man's neck: "Brother, it's time to rest."
Zhu Ming stood up with the girl in his arms. He walked quickly into the bedroom, kicked the door back and closed it with his foot.
Zheng Yuanyi's maid was brought from Yangzhou and they grew up together. The maid blushed and chased after her, closed the door that still had a crack, smiled shyly and leaned her ear against the wall.
This chapter has been completed!