Spring Festival, the first day of the Lunar New Year.
Early in the morning, Xia Yu was awakened by the silver screen.
Last night, on New Year's Eve, the house was very lively. Butler Xia Hong arranged a song and dance performance, as well as fine wine and food, as well as a lot of firecrackers.
Xia Yu also gave red envelopes to every servant - one month's wages, so that everyone could have a prosperous new year.
As for the three juniors Su Dingfang, Zuo Hui, and Han Ni, Xia Yu used a brocade bag to pack a small gold ingot, which was regarded as the Tang Dynasty version of lucky money.
The entire palace celebrated until midnight, and then the joy dispersed.
Because she was too excited and too late last night, Xia Yu was awakened and found herself in a dazed state when she opened her eyes.
Yinping snickered in her heart and quickly helped Xia Yu wash up.
Applying a hot towel to her face, Xia Yu immediately became more energetic and asked, "Is the breakfast prepared by the kitchen last night ready?"
"Go back to the father-in-law, okay, it's in the dining room."
"Let's go." Xia Yu rushed out like a meteor, looking very impatient.
Yinping hurriedly followed.
On the table in the dining room, a food box was placed. Xia Yu sat down and opened it, only to find hot dumplings and glutinous rice balls.
He didn't wait for Yinping to wait on him, so he took it out himself, then picked up the chopsticks and reached for the dumplings first.
“Well, it’s delicious!”
The dumplings were stuffed with mutton and pickled cabbage. They were delicious and made Xia Yu very happy. This was a familiar and nostalgic taste of hometown.
Actually, he prefers pork and leek filling.
But now in the Tang Dynasty, pork is very spicy and few people eat it. Moreover, there are no greenhouses now, so there are no green vegetables in winter.
Therefore, the only choice is mutton and pickled cabbage filling.
"Oh, it smells so good!"
Then, he took another bite of glutinous rice balls. After one bite, the sweet sesame filling inside poured into his mouth, making him very satisfied.
The screen on the side saw Xia Yu eating intoxicatedly, and it was very funny: "Master, are these glutinous rice balls the food of your hometown?"
Dumplings originated in the Han Dynasty and have been around since the Tang Dynasty.
However, glutinous rice balls originated in the Song Dynasty and do not exist yet, so the screen is a little curious.
"Yes." Xia Yu nodded and said happily: "When I was a child, every New Year's Day, my hometown would eat dumplings and glutinous rice balls."
"However, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, they cannot call them dumplings and glutinous rice balls, but instead call them 'Wanwansheng' and 'Big Yuanbao'."
"Wow, it's so festive!" The screen was surprised.
"Yes, this is a name specially chosen by the villagers for the sake of celebration. From now on, this will be eaten every New Year's Day in the mansion."
Xia Yu gave the order. He was the biggest in the Fufeng County government, so what he said was the rules.
"Okay, sir."
Xia Yu stopped talking, picked up the chopsticks and concentrated on eating the dumplings and glutinous rice balls. His eyes turned red when he tried to eat them.
This familiar smell of hometown reminded him of his parents.
Nowadays, although he is rich and prosperous, he is alone in the Tang Dynasty. I wonder how his modern parents are doing now?
During the Chinese New Year, will you miss his missing son?
Seeing Xia Yu eating, she stopped and her eyes were red. Yinping immediately guessed that Xia Yu was homesick.
Xia Yu has always said to the outside world that he is an orphan, his parents died very early, and he was raised by Guigumen.
There is an ancestral hall in the mansion to commemorate the ancestors, and he also asked the housekeeper Xia Hong to carve the tablets of his parents and grandparents as offerings.
Yinping felt pity in her heart. Although she was born in a humble background, at least her parents were still alive and thinking about her.
"My father-in-law, are you homesick?" Yinping softly comforted her in a low voice: "It's the Chinese New Year, so I don't want to shed tears. I want to be happy."
"Yes, be happy." Seeing that Xia Yu had lost her composure, she quickly wiped her tears and regained her composure.
At this moment, there was a whirlwind of footsteps outside the door, and Su Dingfang, Zuo Hui, and Han Ni rushed in like a whirlwind.
"Teacher, teacher, it's fun." Su Dingfang smiled strangely.
"Well, why are you so happy?" Xia Yu Daqi, who is so happy, went out and picked up five million?
Su Dingfang hurriedly sat down next to him and said excitedly: "Teacher, do you still remember that yesterday I sent couplets to the palace and every family?"
"Remember." Xia Yu nodded.
In addition to Li Yuan, he also sent couplets to Li Shimin, Yuchi Gong, Qin Qiong, Cheng Yaojin and other two or thirty families.
It can be said that there are all the major civil and military personnel who participated in the Eastern Expedition, as long as they have good relations with each other.
Of course, Li Yuanji ignored it.
"That's all the fun." Su Dingfang was a young man after all, not very stable, so he slapped his thigh happily, appearing to be extremely happy.
What kind of fun can you get from sending a couplet?
Xia Yu became more and more confused. Monk Zhanger couldn't even care about eating. He put down his chopsticks and said hurriedly: "Please tell me carefully."
"It's like this," Su Dingfang came in a voice: "After the palace and each family received the couplets, they were very happy. They returned the gift to the government and immediately arranged for someone to put it up."
Is there nothing wrong with this? Xia Yu is puzzled.
"As soon as I posted it, it caused a stir. The couplets were something we didn't have in the Tang Dynasty before, and it attracted a lot of people to look at them with curiosity."
"Later, I heard that the couplet was actually written by a teacher, and many literati came to watch it."
"Some scholars who like calligraphy are so obsessed with it that they even forget to eat the New Year's Eve dinner and only focus on studying and studying."
"I heard that everyone is very happy and feels very proud."
"His Royal Highness the King of Qin was so kind that he even sent food and built a shed to avoid freezing and starving the fascinated scholars."
Su Dingfang felt ashamed of himself. His teacher was very awesome, and he also felt very proud.
Xia Yu was a little stunned.
He never expected that he would be so popular in the Tang Dynasty, and that just a few couplets would cause such a big commotion.
"Well, it seems that my Tang style of study is strong, which is a good thing!"
Although this guy is humble in his mouth, he is very proud in his heart. Needless to say, this is an elegant thing worth mentioning if it is passed down to future generations.
"Uncle Master, actually the fun is still to come." Zuo Hui said with admiration on the side.
Although all the sages of the Guigu sect in the past were heroes for a while, there really was no one like Xia Yu who became a national idol.
"Still behind?" Xia Yu became more and more puzzled. What else could happen?
Zuo Hui said with a snicker: "After late at night, all the houses closed their doors and took a rest, regardless of the scholars reading the couplets. But who wanted to open the door this morning? Everyone was shocked to find that there were stickers on the middle and side doors.
The couplets are all gone.”
"Missing?"
Before Xia Yu could figure it out, Han Ni couldn't help but feel happy and snickered: "I was taken advantage of by those scholars!"
Xia Yu: "..." said with shame, "This is an insult to gentlemen!"
Everyone is a scholar, so no matter how much you like it, you can’t steal it.
Well, maybe in the eyes of some people, if you borrow something from a scholar and enjoy it at home, can you call it stealing?
Thousands of years from now, this matter will probably become an interesting story in the literary world.
"Haha..." Su Dingfang was overjoyed: "Teacher, I heard that everyone was so angry that they were cursing on the street early in the morning. The curse is unethical and insulting to politeness."
Xia Yu Waterfall Khan: It’s the Chinese New Year and it’s really frustrating to be blocked early in the morning.
"Uncle Master," Zuo Hui continued: "After all the trouble, everyone knows that your couplets are a good thing. I heard that they immediately took off the couplets posted in the inner house and prepared to frame them for collection.
So as not to be submissive to me again."
Xia Yu became more and more dumbfounded: "I posted these couplets just to celebrate the New Year, so what's the point of mounting them?" She shook her head helplessly and suddenly thought: "Uh, are the couplets outside our door still there?"
Everyone was stunned, and Su Dingfang said with a surprised look: "It's still there, and there are still people outside the door admiring it. Uh, that's strange, how come no one stole our couplets?"
"That's different." Zuo Hui analyzed: "Uncle Shi is a literary sect of the first generation. These scholars respect him so much, how dare he make a mistake!?"
Su Dingfang suddenly realized: "That's it."
"I'm afraid that after a long time, there will still be people who are so happy to see the hunter that they can't help but take action. Uncle Master, how about we take it off and take it back," Han Ni suggested.
"Forget it, forget it." Xia Yu waved her hands quickly: "You can have as much of this thing as you want, don't treat it as a curiosity. It's an elegant thing for scholars, just take it as you like."
He didn't want people to think he was stingy with what he wrote casually.
"By the way," Xia Yu remembered something: "In the past two days, I will sort out "Thirty-Six Strategies". This is a military book and strategy that is no less than "Sun Tzu's Art of War". However, "Sun Tzu's Art of War"
It prefers military thinking, while "Thirty-Six Strategies" prefers application examples. You will all study hard when the time comes."
"Thank you, teacher." Su Dingfang was overjoyed upon hearing this.
He has obtained Li Jing's draft of the Art of War in the past two days and is studying it carefully. He has also read "Thirty-Six Strategies" and is even more happy.
"Thank you, uncle."
Zuo Hui was pleasantly surprised to see Xia Yu didn't show up, as you should know that he also mainly attacks military strategists.
"Uncle Master, do I want to learn it too?" After listening to Xia Yu's "Thirty-six Stratagems" being said so miraculously, Han Ni showed little interest: "I'm a girl."
The little girl studied agency news, Qi Men Dun Jia, sword fighting, and had no love for the art of war.
"Well, it's up to you." Xia Yu thought about it and it was right. If a girl learns the art of war, where can she lead troops to kill the enemy?
Do you think everyone is Princess Pingyang or Hua Mulan?