Zhou Jiuzhang told Yu Sheng that the so-called taking the throne was a method proposed by the city lord to deal with trivial matters in the city.
The four masters take turns presiding over the secular affairs of Yangzhou City every four years, and this year they happen to be the bankers.
"Zhuang Zisheng doesn't know who he hates. Don't bump into him." Zhou Jiuzhang warned.
"The city lord is really good," Yu Sheng said, "he actually found such a lazy way."
"There is a fly." Aunt Qing said, slapping Yu Sheng on the back of the head.
"Be gentle, I'm not a fly." Yu Sheng rubbed the sore spot and said to Zhou Jiuzhang, "Why are you the Four Families?"
"Because the four families pay a lot of money to the city lord's mansion every year," Zhou Jiuzhang said.
"Hey, this city lord is still greedy for money." As soon as Yu Sheng finished speaking, he was slapped on the back of his head again.
Aunt Qing blinked, "The fly just came back again."
"Shooted to death?"
"Maybe dead."
Yu Sheng believed it and continued to say to Zhou Jiuzhang: "Don't worry, we are civilized people and won't do anything."
"Trying to talk and curse? This suits you." Zhou Jiuzhang said.
"Childish, we used the knife." Seeing that they were restrained, Yu Sheng said again: "Use the kitchen knife to defeat the Cai family Shangxinlou in terms of cooking skills."
Bai Gaoxing's eyes lit up, "This is a good idea. Shangxinlou's signature products are Bijian Soup and Hezhi Soup. What can we do to overpower him?"
They are not worried about cooking for the rest of their lives, they are just very curious.
"My porridge is amazing." Yu Sheng asked the system to come out and thought about what kind of porridge to make.
"Then what?" everyone asked, even Aunt Qing looked at him curiously.
"Give you some time to prepare yourself mentally." I didn't make a good choice for the rest of my life, so I could only deal with it like this.
Everyone looked at him angrily, and when Mu Shang taught Yu Sheng a lesson, Yu Sheng promptly said: "Yes."
He said to everyone: "This porridge is called Bahuang Liuhe Weizunzong porridge, and it is also called Eternal and Everlasting Changchun porridge."
Everyone was shocked, "What a domineering name." Bai Gaoxing was so surprised that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
Of course there is no porridge with this name in the system menu, it is just a random name for the rest of my life.
But he had already made up his mind about what kind of porridge he would make.
However, three days after the recipe was redeemed, Yu Sheng asked Bai Gaoxing to borrow a donkey cart from Li Zheng, and left the others to go about their business.
Yu Sheng himself was attracted by Aunt Qing. They went up to the third floor, and Yu Sheng helped Aunt Qing decorate the house.
"Put the celadon on the table outside." Aunt Qing said.
On the corridor outside the attic is an exquisite wooden table with a pattern of a fish leaping over a dragon gate.
Yu Sheng heard his old man complain that before Yu Sheng was born, the two of them often drank together at the table, admiring the flowers, the moon and the rain.
Later, after Yu Sheng was born, the three of them were in the attic, listening to the wind and rain and listening to Yu Sheng.
Of course, now that I think about it carefully for the rest of my life, the "appreciating the rain" that the old man said may not really be rain.
Putting the celadon on the table, I ran downstairs feeling the monotony of the rest of my life.
Aunt Qing was puzzled and thought the boy was lazy.
Unexpectedly, Yu Sheng ran back a quarter of an hour later, holding a handful of colorful flowers in his hand and placing them in a celadon vase without saying a word.
Originally, Qianfeng was green and soft, and the rather elegant celadon placed on the table immediately seemed nondescript.
But Yu Sheng was very satisfied, "Not bad, not bad."
Aunt Qing could only laugh it off.
It's past noon and the sunshine is gradually easing.
The wind on the lake blew slowly, making the bells on the eaves ring crisply.
For the rest of my life, I lay on the railing and looked south.
The sky is very blue. Occasionally, a floating cloud, like a white coat, floats in between its curls and casts a shadow on the lake, turning it into a gray dog.
There are reeds near the lake and birds come and go.
In a peaceful and quiet place, at the edge of the vision, under the shadow of clouds, a big fish suddenly emerged from the water.
The body of the fish is spindle-shaped and very large. It can be seen clearly even from a long distance away.
It jumped very high out of the water, and its dark body hung in the sky, making Yu Sheng feel that no matter how hard it tried, it could touch the white clouds.
"Look." Yu Sheng called to his aunt.
Aunt Qing turned around and saw the big fish hitting the water, splashing white water.
My aunt stared blankly at the white cloud, seeing it slowly drifting across the lake as light smoke, floating over the inn, and then blown away by a gust of wind.
"That's a harlot." After a long time, Aunt Qing told Yu Sheng, "It's a good tune. There was a saying about the gourd, drum, and harp, and the harlot listened to it on the waves and jumped up and down with joy."
For the rest of my life, I knew Huba, a superb lyre master who was rumored to be one of the immortals.
But it was no longer known for hundreds of years, and it was rumored that he went to study in fairy mountains overseas.
"The obscene fish jumped up just now. Could it be that he heard some extraterrestrial sound?" Yu Sheng wondered.
"Maybe." Aunt Qing was also a little confused.
She looked at the direction where the clouds were coming from, then at Yu Sheng who was lying on the railing, and finally shook her head.
For the rest of my life, I got tired of looking at the scenery on the lake, and turned my attention to the wilderness, the Western Mountains and the road.
Lao He was herding sheep, and the white sheep ran over both sides of the road.
There was someone upstream of the stone bridge. Yu Sheng took a closer look and saw that it was his little grandson. He was about to call the boy back when he saw a man wearing a bamboo hat accompanying him.
The two of them were fishing, and the grandson's laughter could be heard upstairs, so Yu Sheng ignored him.
In the fields of the town, golden rice rolled in the pure sunshine.
"The rice will be harvested in less than five days. It seems inappropriate to choose to cause trouble to Shangxinlou after three days."
"What's inappropriate?" Aunt Qing pointed to the golden rice fields, "Let me count them, this one, that one, and this one."
She looked at Yu Sheng, "There are just these fields with grass, what are you going to do?"
Yu Sheng smiled awkwardly, these pieces were all from the inn.
"I will plant beans when it rains." Yu Sheng said.
But for some unknown reason, there has been no rain this year, and the river level has almost dropped to the bottom.
"If it doesn't rain again, the waterwheel will not be used, and we will have to draw water from the lake." Yu Sheng looked at the waterwheel on the river, it was already weak.
The little white fox drove the geese and ducks into the river. They floated lazily on the water and seemed not interested in the small stream.
Aunt Qing also frowned, "It's okay for the town. If it doesn't rain, people in other parts of Yangzhou City are afraid that they won't be able to grow crops."
She looked back at Yu Sheng, "I really can't do it, so I can only pray for rain."
For the rest of my life, I don’t understand. Just ask for rain. It depends on what I do. I can’t make it rain.
Aunt Qing's brows relaxed and she no longer cared about the drought.
At the end of the field is a bamboo forest.
Yu Sheng saw the bamboo forest gradually climbing up the mountain, reaching the highest point and covering the forest behind.
There are just birds rising and falling, letting people know that the mountains are not peaceful.
Aunt Qing tidied the room and sat next to Yu Sheng, leaning against the beauty.
Her long hair, tied into a ponytail, became somewhat untied while she was working, and her hands were cluttered and untidy when she was arranging them.
"I'll do it." Yu Sheng held her hair, grabbed the gold ribbon, and helped her tie up her hair.
"You are so clumsy. I really don't know how long it took you to put on the beaded crown when you came to the inn." Yu Sheng said.
Aunt Qing bit her red lips and resisted the urge to lecture him, "My servants took care of me when I came here."
"Hey, it seems that she is still a young lady who has no fingers in the spring water." Yu Sheng suddenly found his self-esteem.
Yu Sheng wrapped the gold belt around his hand and asked, "How did you and my mother meet?"
He knew they were no longer biological sisters.
"That's how we met."
"So what?"
"Pa", the ponytail swung over Yu Sheng's face.
"That's how we met." Aunt Qing stared at him with murderous intent in her eyes!
For the rest of my life, I felt that my self-esteem had flown away again.