The wind seemed to come from the other side of the hillside, so people at the foot of the hill could smell the fermenting smell of the dunghills on the hillside.
It smells weird. If you say it smells, it does, but it's even more disgusting than smelly.
"This is what a pile of dead people smells like!"
The old man was sitting in the pavilion, squinting his eyes and shaking a notched cattail leaf fan, with an indifferent expression on his face.
Then, he opened his eyes slightly and looked into the distance, "Tell him to come back for a rest and eat!"
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The wind still blows and the smell is still there.
There is a basin on the table with dark water in it. There is also a large stoneware bowl with brown pickled melon stew in it.
Zhu Tie looked at the rice, then at the old man who was standing up and sitting at the dining table. He quickly picked up the big bowl and picked noodles for the old man.
"My father is rich all over the world, but he still doesn't forget to be frugal. My sons and ministers are really ashamed when they see it..."
"Have you ever eaten this black noodle?" The old man said, not wanting to hear his poor flattery.
Zhu Tie was stunned for a moment, then thought for a moment, "I had eaten it a few times earlier, on the way to Fengyang when I was fifteen years old..."
"We are similar in this respect!" the old man smiled, "You have only eaten black noodles like this two or three times when you have grown up. Before we were twenty-five years old, we all only ate black noodles like this."
Four or five times!”
Zhu's hand shaking the noodles almost spilled out.
"Black noodles are inferior noodles. Compared with white noodles, they can't be put on the table!" The old man ordered the noodles in the basin. "It's not as slippery or as soft as white noodles when you eat it. It smells like bran. Eat too much.
My stomach is bloated and my poop looks like stone balls!"
Zhu Zhu put down the bowl and lowered his hands to listen.
"Rich people don't eat it!" The old man pulled the bowl in front of him, then poured two spoonfuls of pickled melon marinade on the black noodles, started stirring with chopsticks, and looked up at Zhu Ru, "But for your father
, to your grandfather, and even your great-grandfather, the things that others don’t eat are rare delicacies in our family!”
Zhu Rui looked ashamed and wiped his eyes, "My sons and ministers are unfilial, forgetting the hardships of our ancestors, and even forgetting that it is not easy for my father to start a business..."
"You didn't forget!" The old man interrupted his son and said forcefully, "You never took it seriously. Even if I taught you how to do it before, you still didn't take it seriously and thought I was making a fuss out of a molehill. But you didn't dare to say it.
, so you can only pretend to be a son in front of us, but then you will behave recklessly when you get to the fiefdom."
Zhu Rui was shocked, "My son is in the fiefdom..."
"Eat!" the old man snorted.
Pu Bucheng, who was standing behind the old man, shook his head secretly and said in his heart, "Fifth Master, if you do this, you will be wasting the emperor's hard work. The emperor is talking about you, not just you!"
Zhu Ru also picked a bowl of black noodles for himself and poured some braised noodles on it.
I don’t know if it’s because of the strange smell in the air, but the noodles in my hands didn’t smell like food at all, and they looked... disgusting.
But at this moment, he still bit the bullet and took a big bite.
The black noodles are hard in the mouth and irritate your throat. The marinated pickled melon is almost killing people and has a fishy smell.
Whoops! Whoops!
The old man on the opposite side ate the food particularly sweetly. He even picked up a green onion and took a bite with a snap.
Zhu Rui took a look, lowered his head and ate.
But I didn't want to hear a click in the next second.
He opened his mouth and spat out a pebble.
"The pickled cucumber was not washed properly!" The old man turned around to look at Pu Bubu.
The latter grinned, "Your Majesty, he can't clean this thing!"
"It's because you can't wash it, it's not that it can't be washed!" The old man continued to slurp the noodles, "In the early days of hard times, Xiuying could wash all the dishes cleanly. She said, was the food good or bad?
What, but the things at the entrance must be clean. Just like being a human being, you can be poor and wear shabby clothes, but you must wash your face and clothes. In this way, even if you are poor, you will not be resented!"
As she spoke, she let out a long sigh, "She also said that you should live a better life in poverty, and you can't just make do with it just because you are poor. Otherwise, even if you have a good life in the future, you won't be able to live well!"
When Zhu Ting heard this, his face showed a bit of sadness, "My mother also taught her sons..."
The old man raised his head and interrupted his son again, "Life was much better when I had you!" As he spoke, he raised his head and poured the last bit of noodle soup and water into his mouth.
Then he wiped his mouth, picked up the herbal tea and drank a large bowl of it.
The old man had finished eating his noodles, but Zhu Xi still had half a bowl of noodles.
Moreover, the old man was talking while eating, while Zhu Zhu seemed to be eating all the time, but never took in much.
"You've eaten it all, don't leave any leftovers!" The old man pointed at the remaining noodles with a bad look on his face, "If you waste food, you'll be struck by lightning!"
"Yes!" Zhu Ji picked up the bowl and poured it into his mouth with a slurp.
At this moment, let alone the hard-to-eat black noodles, he did not dare to hesitate even if it was poison.
Because he discovered that although the old man seemed to be gossiping, his tone was actually serious.
"All these years, all we have thought about is how to manage you!" the old man said slowly, "but we have never thought about how to teach you!"
"It is the blessing of the children to be disciplined by their fathers!" Zhu Zhu said incoherently.
But Pu Bucheng secretly frowned again.
What the old man said about management is not the management of discipline, nor the management of restraint, but the management of management.
A father is in charge of his son's food, clothing, housing and transportation, he is in charge of his son growing up, marrying a wife and having children, and he is in charge of his son's prosperity and wealth.
Although tube and discipline are the same word, their meanings are completely different.
One is doting, the other is strict.
"Hey!" The old man suddenly sighed and smiled bitterly.
Obviously, he was a little helpless that his son would be wrong about him.
Watching Zhu Ruo eat the last bit of noodles, the old man continued, "You have grown up and become adults. We can't beat and scold you at will like you did when you were children!" After that, he sighed again, "But we
Sometimes I think it would be better if you didn't grow up. At least when you were young, when you saw me angry, you would cry and say that your father and son are wrong!"
"Whether you really know you are wrong or not, at least you know how to tell the truth and don't hide it. You can change whatever I teach you. But now that you are older, you have learned to talk in a roundabout way to hide your inner thoughts from your father."
"Learn to observe words and emotions, and put all your thoughts on pleasing others. When you make a mistake, you don't think about correcting it, but how to prevent others from knowing it!"
Zhu Tie immediately stood up, lowered his hands and said, "My son is unfilial. He has been naughty since he was a child and made his father worried after he grew up..."
"Don't say you're unfilial!" The old man suddenly waved his hand, obviously with a bit of anger, "When have we ever expected you to be filial? If we want to surround ourselves with a group of filial sons and grandsons, we need to seal you all out and make you a countryman.
emperor?"
The old man's eyes were red, "We have told you a long time ago that we don't expect you to do anything, we just expect you to live a good life and be able to stand in this world like a human being. Don't make people laugh, don't
Let someone stab you in the back!"
At this point, the old man's eyes twitched, "Where did your cleverness go when you were a child? Now I'm telling you about the city gate building, and you tell us about the thatched building, okay?"
"Why are you all so aggressive? I have managed you so well, but you are starting to think about how to fool me? We are your father, can we harm you? Why can't we even listen to you even though we are talking to you?
A truly sincere statement?"
"Save these scenes for you to tell others after we die! Now that we are alive, it is like listening to our son say a few words from his heart!"
"Lao Wu, your father hasn't wronged you, right? Your father deserves you, right? Then why are you just making false claims with your father? It's not okay to admit your mistakes openly.
?"
"Tell your father, why don't you stop making mistakes in the future if you made mistakes in the past?"
"Father!" Zhu Xi suddenly cried, "My son has realized his mistake!"
Hearing his cry, Pu Bucheng couldn't help but turn his head.
"Fifth Master! The Emperor is saving you! Why don't you understand?"
