On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, there were only two days left until New Year's Eve. Zhujiagou was full of laughter and colorful ribbons flying, and there were also crackling firecrackers. However, in this era, there was no tradition of setting off firecrackers for weddings, but because the New Year happened to be approaching.
That's all.
Moreover, there were no actual firecrackers in this era. They just used long bamboo poles to burn section by section and make continuous explosion sounds.
Although it was just a concubine, the Li family showed enough respect. It was not just a small sedan being carried in from the side door. Although there were no six rituals, it was still a lively event. Ling Jing was specially invited to be the matchmaker.
Mrs. Zhu is not opposed to her son taking concubines, not to mention that she also knows that her son's status is now very different from last year. Although there are still many obstacles in front of him, marrying a noble girl in the future is not an extravagant hope... It's just that she has to wait.
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The process was relatively simple. With a wave of his hand, Li Shan set up a flowing mat in the grain drying field, regardless of whether he had enough money in his family's warehouse.
One of them actually came up to drink wine from Li Shan, but Li Shan drank the wine in turn and made each of them dizzy... The most convenient thing for Li Shan today is to get this kind of white wine as clear as water!
This time, the liquor used was a slightly lower alcohol content than the liquor in the white clay pot, but even so, there were also many drunk young men on the drying field.
"This is the kind of wine we sell." Li Shan explained in a low voice: "It uses a black clay pot and is decorated with plum blossom shapes on the bottle. The price is not expensive, it is about the same as Sanlejiang."
"Among Chang'an's famous wines, Sanlejiang is the most expensive." Ling Jing snorted, "There are no poems on it?"
"Uh, there are two sentences."
Ling Jing smiled and said, "Did you hear it in Lingnan again?"
"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone is boring." Li Shanqian laughed twice, "After all, two pots of wine, drinking alone is boring."
Ling Jing tasted the product and sighed: "Is there a complete version?"
"The whole story is a bit long..." Li Shan blinked, this was something he was sure would not be caught... Li Bai was still young before he was born!
Well, after being unable to judge whether the inventory in his mind should be released by consulting poetry collections, Li Shan targeted poets who must not have been born yet.
Such as Li Bai, such as Du Fu, such as Bai Juyi.
However, Du Fu's poems use many allusions and are too melancholy, which is not suitable for Li Shan's age.
Bai Juyi's poems are easy to understand, but their style was not high in the early Tang Dynasty.
Therefore, Li Shan targeted Li Bai as his main target.
"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date."
"Raise a glass to the bright moon and make three people in the shadow."
"The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me."
"For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring."
"My singing moon wanders, my dancing shadows are scattered."
"We make love together when we are awake, but we separate when we are drunk."
"We will never travel without love, and we will meet again in Yunhan and Han."
Ling Jing watched with his own eyes as Li Shan copied the poem on paper, murmured it several times, and sighed: "A person drinking alone, inviting the moon to drink with him, seems to be having fun, but in fact he is lonely."
"Why are you so emotional at such a young age?"
Li Shan coughed twice, "It's not my nephew's work, it was in Lingnan..."
"That's all, that's all."
Seeing Ling Jing turn around and leave expressionlessly, Xiao Man, who was grinding his ink aside, asked curiously: "Lang Jun, Mr. Ling is..."
Li Shan felt a little guilty. After all, he was a medical student. Although he liked poetry, he didn't know the weight of these poems... Come to think of it, none of the poems he memorized was a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages.
Obviously, Ling Jing, who was still thinking about whether to ghostwrite, was hit a bit hard.
Ling Jing has now figured it out. If there is anything difficult to explain about this guy... he will blame it all on Lingnan.
In fact, Su's mother once insinuated that Li Shan had never met Sun Simiao in Lingnan, let alone studied medicine with Sun Simiao as his teacher.
Hey, from now on it will be better to show the saint in front of fewer people, Li Shan thought to himself, this is not in line with his policy of doing things for a while, and there is only so much inventory!
However, although Li Bai was selected, this man's poems are obviously not suitable for use in the Jinshi examination... Otherwise, this guy's history would be so miserable.
Li Shan still hasn't decided which song to use...but he decided to use the chief's one!
Anyway, in his thinking mode, writing longer...should mean higher level.
That should be it, right?
"Will enter the wine"?
It seems that this is not suitable for use in the examination room. What I see on the examination paper is that all the sages from ancient times are lonely. Only the drinkers leave their names. I see what I see in life. You must enjoy yourself to the fullest. Don't let the gold bottle empty to face the moon... unless you are the one who evaluates the paper.
He is also an old drunkard.
"The Road to Shu is Difficult"?
I have never been to Shu at all, what would I say to others?
"Sleepwalking Tianmu Yin Farewell"?
That's all, An Neng is so humble that he can serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy... Why are you taking the imperial examination!
Li Bai's poems are all so virtuous, and later generations will sound wanton and unrestrained, but when people read them... let's change them!
"Pipa Play"?
It seems to be a narrative, but in fact it is about emotions, which is a bit different from my own personality.
"Song of Everlasting Sorrow"?
Forget it... Yang Yuhuan is not born yet.
After thinking about it for a while, Li Shan stopped thinking about it. Let's talk about it later. He has to do business now!
As soon as she entered the door, Ms. Zhou nervously stood up from the edge of the bed, first bowed her knees and saluted, and then came up to help Li Shan take off his fur coat. Xiao Man beside her pouted... This was her job before.
What makes Xiaoman most unhappy is...he and his husband used to sleep on this bed, and now they have to change it!
Mrs. Zhou personally brought over a bowl of sobering soup, and took Xiao Man to serve him. After saying a few words of soft words, Xiao Man obeyed.
Li Shan took a sip of the sobering soup and looked at this scene with a smile. He had already discovered that Zhou seemed to be unworthy of publicity. Whenever something happened or there were many people, his face would turn red. In fact, he was a little thoughtful.
of.
Although Xiao Man is quirky, cute and loved by Li Shan, he doesn't have deep thoughts.
"Let's take a shower first." Li Shan yawned and signaled Xiaoman to get out.
You can't go to the battlefield now. It's the 14th this year and the 15th of the New Year. You'll have to wait for at least a year before it's time to break the melon.
But Mrs. Zhou carefully looked at Li Shan's eyes and whispered: "Lang Jun, maybe you can ask your sister to help you wash your hair?"
Li Shan didn't care, as long as he didn't go to the battlefield.
The wooden barrels on the side were ready, and the fire in the kitchen was not extinguished. Two servant women came over with buckets of water.
After closing the door, Li Shan lay comfortably in the tub and leaned over as usual. Zhou helped him rub his body while Xiaoman untied his bun from behind and washed his long hair carefully.
Speaking of which, when Li Shan traveled to this era, the most inconvenient thing in his life was his long hair. It was too troublesome to wash it. He wished he could shave his head and get a wig.
Seeing that Xiaoman still refused to leave, Li Shan straightened up and carried Mrs. Zhou into the bathtub.