Everyone drank a lot that night, and the past grudges were laughed away.
Hatred and relief between men come quickly, they are direct and intense, and the relationship changes very completely. Once you say you are relieved, you are truly relieved.
As for being drunk, that's another story.
The students of the Imperial Academy were crying, vomiting, and rolling on the ground. The dandies were so miserable that they opened the windows and shouted hysterically to the desolate wilderness. I want women, I want kabuki to entertain, and I want a row of brothel girls pouting with their backs to me...
Then everyone continued to drink, talking about their own pressure and depression. Later, for some reason, the two groups of people who were originally at odds ended up holding each other's arms and crying.
Li Qinzai did not participate in it. He just stood outside the door and quietly watched the disciples getting drunk and acting like monsters, shaking his head in disgust.
This amount of wine, this wine, tsk!
Their beloved husband, when he was the poorest and single in his previous life, after drinking too much, he just wanted to find a gentle girl to have his hair washed, but these unsatisfactory disciples actually wanted to line up...
It's really gratifying for Mr. Wang to be so outstanding.
The next day, it was three o'clock in the morning, and the students were still sleeping soundly. They were very drunk last night, and they all overslept. A few younger disciples did not drink, but the older ones were all sleeping, and the younger ones were even more so.
I'm so happy that I can't afford to stay in bed. Anyway, if the sky falls, there will be a tall man to hold it up.
Li Qinzai originally planned to be more diligent today and be a good and competent gentleman. After all, he saw such a touching and heartwarming scene yesterday.
However, these little bastards got off his back today. Li Qinzai walked around the school and simply decided not to attend class today. After these bastards sobered up, he would give them a hard slap.
Seeing that the autumn harvest is approaching, Cui Jie has been very busy recently, busy with each household's prediction of grain output.
There was a severe drought this year, and the harvest in Guanzhong was not ideal, and Ganjingzhuang was no exception.
Even if the villagers are exempted from rent and taxes, the remaining food will still be difficult to sustain a family's livelihood. People in the village have been unstable recently, and many villagers sighed and frowned.
As the matron of the house, Cui Jie is busy estimating the output, but she also has to appease people's hearts.
The landlords these days are not so cold-blooded. On the one hand, the emperors are saints and the ministers are wise. The good political atmosphere has infected the people. The landlords' sense of morality is also much stronger than in the previous dynasty.
The word "morality" was not a derogatory word in ancient times. It can really restrain people's words and deeds and improve people's cultivation. However, thousands of years later, these two words have been distorted by later generations, and it is disgusting to mention morality.
This is a very good era. Two classes that should have been in sharp opposition have experienced an extremely rare warmth and relaxation at this moment in history.
On the other hand, the population of Datang was really small, and villagers were a valuable labor force for the development of production. Landowners often needed the help of villagers.
In a period when land was not being annexed and occupied by powerful people and landlords, the relationship between landlords and villagers was more like a cooperation rather than a superior-downward attribute.
The basis of cooperation is of course mutual respect and mutual help.
For example, in times of disaster, landowners must take responsibility and do their best to help farmers survive natural disasters. By building a good reputation in the countryside, more farmers will help you farm in the coming year.
If a landlord takes advantage of a calamity year to inflict hardship on farmers, paying a penny in rent and tax, exploiting farmers, and ruining their families, then his reputation will be ruined in the streets.
Farmers will be exploited by other landlords. Even if they are sued to the government, the officials will be very contemptuous of them and the case will be lost.
In order to cope with the disaster year, Li Qinzai began to purchase grain after returning from Bingzhou and stocked it in Zhuangzi's granary, in order to help farmers cope with this year's disaster.
Cui Jie went door-to-door to reassure people, vowing to the farmers that they would be able to survive this year. She even took the farmers to the Li family's granary and let them see with their own eyes the warehouse filled with grain.
The men in Guanzhong had strong self-esteem and did not want to be given alms. Cui Jie told them that it didn't matter in disaster years, and food was not charity.
After this year's autumn harvest, the Li family will dig canals and build reservoirs. If farmers don't want to be given alms, they will work for the Li family after the autumn harvest, dig canals and build reservoirs, and use their working hours to earn food.
The bankers' worries turned to joy. Both the owner and the bankers were happy, and people's hearts finally stabilized.
With a virtuous wife, Li Qinzai felt much more relaxed, so he settled down again.
The crisp autumn air is perfect for cooking.
People in Guanzhong are accustomed to eating pasta, but most of it is hard food such as biscuits and pot helmets, which hurts their teeth and is difficult to digest.
Qiao'er is about to reach the age of teething, so Li Qinzai plans to make some softer noodles.
Having already missed his childhood, Li Qinzai hopes that he will not miss every stage of Qiao'er's life in the future.
It's hard not to leave regrets in life, and Qiao'er's childhood is Li Qinzai's eternal regret.
Knead the dough, ferment it, stretch it, flatten it, and cut it into noodles.
Put it in the pot and simmer for a while, then put it into a bowl. Spread a spoonful of minced and cooked meat on the noodles. The last spoonful of hot oil is poured on it. There is a stinging sound. The aroma is fragrant and a white mist curls up in the kitchen.
And up.
A bowl of Tang Dynasty style fried noodles is done.
Kono Sanliang, who was standing cautiously behind him, couldn't help sniffing.
Use chopsticks to mix the noodles and meat sauce, and smell it. Yes, it's very fragrant, but there still seems to be something missing. He inadvertently turns his head and sees Sanliang Kono, his eyes drooping and his nose slightly open, like a blind man.
A blind dog is looking for food through its sense of smell...
"Does it smell good?" Li Qinzai asked abruptly.
Konoye Zanliang was startled and quickly looked at his nose and nose, his mind was wandering.
"I don't know, this slave." Zanye Zanliang lowered his head and said.
"Tsk, what kind of statement is this? If it smells good, just say it smells good. If it doesn't, just say it doesn't smell good. If you say it wrong, will I beat you to death? Am I such a cruel person?"
Kono Sanliang nodded without hesitation: "Like!"
Then he was shocked and realized that he seemed to have answered the question wrong, so he quickly changed his words: "It smells good!"
Then he explained in panic: "My slave's Guanzhong dialect has a foreign accent. I just said 'fragrance', not 'like'..."
Li Qinzai sneered, God has a foreign accent, the overbearing president never listens to explanations, woman, you successfully aroused my anger.
He turned towards the kitchen and shouted: "Someone, drag her out and beat her to death!"
Kono Zanliang's complexion changed drastically. Why didn't he agree not to be beaten to death?
Then Li Qinzai suddenly smiled: "Okay, I'm scaring you, Mikami... Well, you are so generous and generous, how could I beat you to death?"
Kouno Zanliang's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and he pursed his lips with a look of grievance.
She was really frightened and cried just now.
Winking at her, Li Qinzai said tenderly: "Are you hungry? I'll feed you some."
Kono Zanliang pursed his lips and shook his head.
Passing the freshly made fried noodles in front of her, Li Qinzai signaled: "I'll give you the honor of having a new dish on the market, so you can eat it first."
"My slave, I don't dare." Zanye Zanliang lowered his head and said, still looking a little uneasy.
Gee, you're still being petty. If this routine continues, shouldn't the next step be to seduce her?
Of course Li Qinzai would not be so bloody.
"If you don't eat, you will be dragged out and beaten to death."
Kouno Zanliang quickly picked up the bowl and ate the noodles with a tragic look on his face as he was about to commit suicide.