(The order of the previous chapter was wrong again)
With the oracle bones engraved with oracle bones, Di Renjie and Wen Wen became more and more silent.
Because the continuous appearance of these things can only prove that what Chunyu said is correct.
There are indeed texts in the world that are more distant than bronze inscriptions.
This discovery made Di Renjie both excited and very frustrated.
Perhaps, this is the power of Li Yifu.
A scoundrel who is full of knowledge is a hundred times scarier than a scoundrel who is a fool.
The men's worries did not affect the women's happiness. When Yu Xiurong sent them away from the Yun family, Di Renjie's wife and Gentle's wife were obviously drunk.
They were helped into the carriage by their respective maids. Immediately, two men with dark faces and children also got into the carriage. It is estimated that there will be a fight in their boudoir tomorrow.
Yu Xiurong was almost drunk, and she was still preparing to feed her two children. Worried that the children would get drunk after drinking her milk, Yun Chu decided to give the two children milk.
As soon as Zijuan helped Yu Xiurong lie down, the woman began to vomit, so Yun Chu had to take the two children to sleep next door, leaving Zijuan to stay with Yu Xiurong.
Early the next morning, Yu Xiurong stood in front of Yunchu's bed with disheveled hair, looked directly at him and said, "I have been looking for you all night."
Yun Chu said: "Now that I have found it, sleep well."
Yu Xiurong jumped on the bed, found a warm position next to Yun Chu, and then put his arms around his two children. After a while, he began to snore.
The day before New Year's Eve, Fei Jiu came back.
The pock-marked man who had suffered a lot in Tuyuhun came back, and Yun Chu felt that his family seemed to be reunited.
Every year on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, the Yun family will make a lot of dumplings, wrap some of them, and leave them outside to freeze hard. This stuff will be the Yun family's main food for the next three days.
Everyone will participate in this work, even Fei Jiu, who has just returned.
Today, Yunchu and Feijiu made tofu dumplings, which were part of the gift to Master Xuanzang.
The master now likes to eat soy products very much. In other words, it is not that he likes to eat soy products. A monk who has long had no desires and desires has long been indifferent to the desire of the tongue. He is not tasting the taste of soy products, but likes it.
Taste the friendship and warmth contained in this soy product.
Master Xuanzang, who has been isolated from the human world, no longer relies on his mind to experience the world, but begins to perceive the world with instinct, as pure as a baby.
Fei Jiu's hands were very dark, but they were washed very, very clean. After staying on the plateau for a long time, his fingernails became pitted.
Fortunately, the ten fingers are still flexible, and the dumplings made are as plump as before, and the shape is like a gold ingot.
"The days have finally calmed down. Don't you plan to marry a wife and continue the family line?"
Yunchu didn't ask Fei Jiu what he did in Tuyuhun. He just hoped that this pockmarked man would find a good home.
"Mr. Lang, I told you that I have children and a wife, and they are still protecting me. Why do you want me to betray them?"
"I know, but you didn't go looking for them for so many years, and you tortured them and tortured you, so why bother?"
"I still remember telling you that I did something shameless in public. I was afraid of committing suicide, so I had no choice but to put my face in a frying pan and fry it again, just to survive."
"I used to watch someone say goodbye to me in Baqiao, and for some reason I became very interested in poetry. I recited a poem, and even hugged a singer and kissed her hard in public. After I came back, my wife asked her again and again, but I couldn't resist.
Zhao, just say there is no such thing, look, aren't we doing well now?"
Fei Jiu shook his head and said: "It's different. If it was such a small thing, I could go home feeling angry, but it's a pity...
Lang Jun, you won’t ask me what’s going on, right?”
Yun Chu shook his head and said, "No, you managed to survive. If your scars are uncovered again, you won't be able to survive."
Fei Jiu smiled and said: "Thank you for your understanding, sir. Why don't we talk about Tuyuhun."
Yun Chu shook his head and said: "When you come back, Tuyuhun has nothing to do with our family. Neither Xu Jingye nor Zhang Jianzhi is a worry-free person.
So, I gave Tuyuhun to them and we don’t want it anymore. The cattle you brought back and the rich households in Tuyuhun have been of great help to our family. Since the purpose has been achieved, there is no need to bother with it anymore. Since
If we want to break it, let’s break it cleanly.”
Fei Jiu asked doubtfully: "Why didn't Mr. Lang make arrangements earlier?"
Yunchu wrapped a dumpling and placed it on the curtain made of sorghum poles, and said softly: "What is the layout? Laying out our own territory? This is too early for me. Don't forget to turn over the New Year. I am only nineteen years old."
The age of nineteen is the time to move forward boldly, but it is not the time to plan a fallback path. Sometimes if a fallback path is laid out too early, you will lose your enterprising spirit.
The only thing I can do now is to find like-minded people and bring them together firmly.
What we have to do is not something that happens once and for all, but something that has far-reaching impact and can completely change the thinking of the people of the Tang Dynasty.
Accumulation is what we want. As for territory and wealth, these are just things that can perish at any time, so why bother with them?"
Fei Jiu looked at the curtains covering the courtyard and the fat white dumplings sitting on them, and said thoughtfully: "This is a dish that I never get tired of eating on my Tang Dynasty dining table."
Yun Chu chuckled and said: "We can't even make it to the banquet now, but in the future, it will definitely become a well-known delicacy and will be integrated into their blood."
Fei Jiu chuckled and didn't ask Yun Chu what he wanted to do. He just felt that it was really comfortable to follow Yun Chu to do things. Now, he only wanted to be comfortable. Only in this way could he suppress the heavy feeling in his chest, which was almost like Mount Tai.
General sadness.
After making the dumplings, Yunchu wanted to eat a bowl, but Cui stopped him. Cui's reason was that since Yun's rule is to eat dumplings as a staple food from New Year's Eve to the third day of the Lunar New Year, then this rule
It cannot be destroyed.
Only rules that are strictly enforced can be spread for a long time.
There were frozen dumplings all over the yard, but Yun Chu had no dumplings to eat. He wanted to invite Fei Jiu to go shopping in Jinchangfang, but Fei Jiu just wanted to go to the small house next to his concierge to drink some tea.
Cover yourself with quilt and have a good sleep.
In the afternoon, snow began to fall in the sky, and Yunchu ordered Liu Yi to close the gate of Jinchangfang in preparation for a quiet Spring Festival.
Jinchangfang, which had been bustling for almost a year, suddenly became quiet. White snow fell on the giant phoenix's hair crown, making the giant phoenix look even more pure.
The white snow falls on the bluestone path and will melt soon. If it falls in the ditch, it will merge into the water. It will fall on the green bamboo. The green bamboo bends down and falls on the panda's head... You can't see anything. It is still the same as before.
stout.
Only the poor Big Wild Goose Pagoda looked even more brilliant and beautiful after the snow fell. A bunch of pigeons flew through the sky, and the pigeon whistles made a whining sound, echoing the sound of the windmill turning.
At this time, Jinchangfang was somewhat hiding in a small building and becoming unified, regardless of the sense of being out of the world in spring, summer, winter and autumn.
The appearance of wealth is what Jinchangfang looks like now. Even if you are isolated from the world, you will not feel panic, but can only be said to be calm and calm.
The red paper that Yu Xiurong had ordered years ago was finally delivered. There was a lot of it, enough for the entire Jinchangfang women.
During the Chinese New Year, red paper is used for many purposes, the first of which is to post Spring Festival couplets.
This thing did not exist before the Tang Dynasty. It was pioneered by Yunchu. The year before last, he wrote for the first time on Jinchang Fangfang Gate, "New Year's Day"
couplet.
Then, Liu Yi, the flatterer, ordered every household to write, which was hard to harm the people. Fortunately, there was no shortage of scholars in Jinchangfang, so various five-character couplets, seven-character couplets, and multi-character couplets were written.
Couplets appeared one after another.
The ink words falling on the red paper are really indescribably festive, and Jinchangfang is a good place that everyone in Chang'an must visit once a year.
Some scholars thought this method was very good, so they posted their own couplets on their doorsteps. After two years of fermentation, it would be very vulgar not to post a couplet on their doorsteps during the Chinese New Year.
Another function of red paper is paper cutting. In the past, most people in Chang'an used white paper for cutting. Since Yun Chu told Yu Xiurong to try using red paper, the practice of cutting paper with red paper and sticking it on the windows became popular.
Come.
On New Year's Eve, Yun Chu led all the people in Wannian County, riding horses, riding in cars and walking, through half of the city of Chang'an.
Today is actually the day of Xiu Mu, but Yun Chu hopes to let the people of Wannian County know that the government is still here during the Chinese New Year, and if there are lawbreakers, the black sheep will be severely punished.
He sent people to deliver wine, rice and food to the people in Pingzhun Medicine Hall, school, orphanage, and charity village. Yunchu announced that the six departments of the county government would seal the seal until the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, and then lift the seal and give them to the people.
This year's hard work has come to a successful end.
For the people of Chang'an, the Six Years of Yonghui has completely passed. What they don't know is that during the troubled Yonghui Six Years they passed through, later generations of historians will call it "Yonghui Six Years".
"Prosperity"!
In the past six years, the Tang Dynasty's national power has been booming, and there have been more years of good harvests than years of famine. Although there is still not enough to eat, peace is good, peace is good.
When it was getting dark, all the bells in Chang'an City were rung. Each bell placed people's good expectations for the new year.
Yunchu also hopes that people's wishes will come true.
He couldn't guarantee that elsewhere, at least in Wannian County, life in the first year of Xianqing would be better than in the Yonghui year.
And, it is certain.
I thought that after the event was over, I could just stay in the hotel and code, but then I was dragged to give a lecture on "The Aesthetic Structure of Internet Literature"...
I'm thinking now, how should I write, how should I speak, how should I make PPT, and how should I be so eloquent that I can make those college students understand that I am not a bastard in the Internet literature field?
