Li Hanzhang didn't like Zheng Hong very much, and Zheng Hong also didn't like playing with Li Hanzhang.
Isn’t it worth staying in Yangzhou City to watch the women’s corner?
The Zheng family has a women's sumo wrestling team, which always causes a sensation every time there is a competition. In the past, they could even compete with their breasts topless, but then they were scolded by Zhizhou, and now they can only show their arms at most.
It looks good if you only show your arms, but your breasts are exposed when you hit them, and half-covering them makes it more interesting.
The road up the mountain was extremely muddy, and Zheng Hong had already taken off his shoes and socks and threw them to his servants.
This guy came running barefoot, looking familiar. He first bowed to Li Hanzhang and Bai Chongyan, and then saluted the Zhu family father and son with clasped fists.
Then, he sat down, grabbed the preserved fruit and ate it.
"It's really hard to find this place. I spent a lot of effort to find it." Zheng Hong looked around and found that there was no extra wine glass, so he picked up the tea cup and drank from it. Then he ordered the servant, "The tea is cold. Let’s light a fire and heat it up.”
Although Bai Chongyan also despised this person, he really couldn't offend him, so he asked the servant to bring him a pair of chopsticks and a wine glass.
After pouring the wine, Zheng Hong drank it down. Feeling a little cold, he chuckled and said, "You continue talking, just pretend I'm not here."
Li Hanzhang became annoyed when he saw the fat man. He couldn't help it anymore. He opened the skylight and said frankly: "Zheng Erlang, your sister is only thirteen years old, but I am already twenty-six this year. There is a huge age difference. I'm afraid it's not suitable. Please give me some advice." Please tell me, your Majesty, please don’t talk about marriage anymore.”
"I don't mind," Zheng Hong still smiled broadly, "I came back this time to accompany Brother Kezhen on a sightseeing tour."
Li Hanzhang thought to himself: I was enjoying myself traveling around the mountains and rivers, but when I saw you, I lost all my mood.
Neither side could afford to neglect, so Bai Chongyan could only come forward to smooth things over, toasting and saying: "The countryside is remote and I have wronged a small official. I might as well stay in a humble house for a few more days."
"Excuse me," Zheng Hong waited for this sentence, then looked at the Zhu family and his son, "Who are these two?"
Bai Chongyan introduced: "Two friends from Guangnan, this is Zhu... By the way, Mr. Zhu, I haven't asked for my cousin's name yet."
Before his father could speak, Zhu Ming suddenly said: "My father's surname is Yuan Zhang, and as for me, the cursive calligraphy is successful."
"Pfft...cough cough cough!"
Zhu Guoxiang, who was drinking, spat it out and choked on the drink, causing him to cough repeatedly.
Zhu Ming smiled and comforted his father: "Dad, you haven't drank for a long time, so don't drink too much."
Zhu Guoxiang glanced at his son secretly, and then apologized: "I'm too drunk to make you laugh."
"No problem." Bai Chongyan continued to introduce.
The two parties exchanged names, saluted with clasped fists, drank wine and ate meat.
After a few glasses of wine, the fat man couldn't sit up straight. He leaned on the stone table very casually, as if this was his own backyard.
He picked up the wine that Bai Chongyan poured and suddenly said: "It's not interesting to drink it dry, how about throwing a pot? I brought everything here."
While he was talking, the Zheng family servant came forward, holding a porcelain vase with an arrow in his arms.
Zheng Hong knew his own shortcomings. Playing with words made him sure to lose, and he would definitely make a fool of himself. Tou Hu is very simple, and it is still elegant. Sima Guang wrote a book "New Style of Hu Tou".
This thing is loved by both literati and military men. Yue Fei is a lover of pot throwing. Every time he entertains guests at a banquet, he must throw pots for fun.
Sure enough, although Li Hanzhang disliked Zheng Hong, he had no objection to throwing pots and even took out his arm to show off his hands.
The servant took an arrow to measure the distance and placed the porcelain vase outside the pavilion.
Zheng Hong smiled and said: "Brother Ke Zhen please come first."
"Then I won't refuse." Li Hanzhang took an arrow.
There were twelve arrows in total. Li Hanzhang's first shot missed, and the second shot finally fell into the pot, and the beans inserted at the bottom of the bottle did not pop out.
"Brother Ke Zhen is a great shot!"
Bai Chongyan clapped his hands and praised him, and he praised his stinky feet very promptly.
Then things got better, and the third and fourth shots were all hits.
The servant has been keeping score by the side. Since the first shot missed, the second shot was a loose arrow (only one point).
"Xiao Jian, get ten chips!"
The servant suddenly shouted, but it was Li Hanzhang's sixth arrow. It was thrown into the pot, popped out, and then fell into the pot again. This shot directly scored ten points.
After throwing twelve arrows, Li Hanzhang scored a total of 48 points.
The servant stepped forward and took the arrow back.
Li Hanzhang smiled and said: "Brother Juncai, please."
Bai Chongyan said: "Brother Yuanzhang invites you first."
Zhu Guoxiang's reported age is in his thirties, while Zhu Ming's reported age is fifteen years old. According to their age, they can both be called brothers.
As soon as he heard the word "Yuanzhang", Zhu Guoxiang felt awkward and had no choice but to settle the score with his son afterwards.
After three consecutive shots, Zhu Guoxiang all missed the target, and he finally found the feeling for the fourth arrow. Moreover, the sensitivity of the five senses brought by the time-travel greatly improved his accuracy, and he hit six arrows one after another.
The crowd asked Ju Ming to throw the pot again, and Ju Ming smiled and said, "Guan Zheng should come first."
Zheng Hong didn't talk too much, and didn't wear his shirt sleeves. He rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned them. This guy was not good at reading, but he was good at throwing pots. He actually hit eleven arrows, and his score was more than twice that of Li Hanzhang.
"good!"
Even Li Hanzhang, who didn't like him, clapped his hands and cheered at this moment.
The little fat man was proud of himself and smiled at everyone: "I accept it, I accept it!"
The arrow was handed over to Ju Ming. He had never played this game before. The first arrow was purely for feeling. It went in, but it was a little crooked and the force was too heavy. It hit twice and then flew out.
The second arrow adjusted its strength and angle, and flew in with a swish. After that, the arrow entered the pot, eliciting continuous cheers.
Ju Ming got excited and asked, "Does hitting the ear of the pot count?"
"Forget it!" Zheng Hong said.
According to Sima Guang's rules, hitting the pot ear not only scores points, but also counts as bonus points.
For the last arrow, Ju Ming did not throw it at the mouth of the pot, but deliberately aimed at the ear.
With full concentration and no distracting thoughts, a strange feeling arose, and the arrow flew towards the ear of the pot. It drew a beautiful parabola, accurately landed in the left ear, and was firmly inserted into the ground.
Penetrating the ear, ten points.
"Good accuracy!" Zheng Hong thinks Ju Ming has great potential and they can play together more often in the future.
When Bai Chongyan also finished throwing the pot, Zheng Hong's score was first, Zhu Ming's score was second, Li Hanzhang's score was third, and Zhu Guoxiang's score was fourth.
Mr. Bai Sanlang was laughed at by everyone and was forced to drink several glasses of wine as a penalty.
After several rounds of pot throwing, Bai Chongyan stood up and took everyone to visit his tea workshop.
The workshop is near the water pool, and the tea leaves picked this morning are already being steamed one after another. The tea farmers are overwhelmed, and the villagers from the mountains also come to help, sitting together to select tea leaves, packing tea buds of different grades in batches, and then brewing
Come to the pond and clean it up.
Bai Chongwen, the eldest son of the Bai family, supervised at Chashan in the morning and came to the workshop to direct in the afternoon.
Although this person has an eccentric personality, he is extremely serious about his work and likes to do things himself.
He warmly received his third brother and his friends, took everyone to see the tea-making process, and even took the trouble to explain the secrets in detail.
After visiting the tea-making workshop, Zhu Guoxiang proposed to visit the land and determine which land and forests to purchase.
Watching his third brother walking further and further away, Bai Chongwen's expression instantly darkened.
He already knew about his third brother's purchase of a pen. His father even agreed to buy a pen for sixty quid. He was responsible for the family's property, and every penny was his hard work. Yet, his third brother just spent it randomly.
go out.
My third brother also spends money on studying every year.
Can it be so easy to pass the Jinshi exam?
If you fail to pass the Jinshi examination, it will be of no use to you as a candidate, it will only make you look more honorable.
But this face belongs to the third brother and has nothing to do with him, Bai Dalang.
They even had to give away ten acres of mountain land and ten acres of forest - Bai Chongwen didn't know yet that the Zhu family and his son had already refused to give away the gift.
Bai Chongwen was full of resentment. He felt that his father was old and confused and it would be better if he died immediately!
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The pool is connected to the Han River through a stream, and the Bai family is unwilling to sell the mountainous land next to the stream.
Bai Chongyan stood on a hillside, pointed to the east and said: "Go east from here, you can take whatever piece of land you like. When it comes to irrigation, you can use the stream water without charging any money."
But you are not allowed to fetch water from the pond. The water in the pond is used to steam tea, so it is a pity that it has been polluted by the excrement bucket."
Zhu Guoxiang estimated the distance with his naked eye. The land that the Bai family could sell was only one and a half miles away from the creek.
Moreover, there are no diversion canals, so irrigation water has to be carried on the shoulders. The further east you go, the steeper the mountain road becomes, and the cultivated land becomes more scattered. Affected by the terrain, small plots of cultivated land are only a few square meters, and the flattest and wide ones are only a few square meters.
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There is no choice.
Zhu Guoxiang was too lazy to take a closer look and said casually: "Let's just start here and buy all the mountains and forests to the east until the total is twenty acres."
Bai Chongyan turned to his boy and said, "Shout Zeng."
Zeng Da was a tea farmer who lived by the pond. He hurriedly ran from the tea workshop and stood by the side, waiting for orders.
Bai Chongyan ordered: "I want to sell the land. Whose tenants are farming these? How big is a piece of land? Please tell me carefully."
Zeng Dazhu said: "This piece belongs to Yuan Er's family and is ten feet and three feet (about 15 square meters). That piece belongs to Liu's aunt's son and is only eight feet. That piece is..."
"Write it down." Bai Chongyan said to his boy.
The boy brought a pen and paper with him and quickly took notes on the spot. He didn't stop until he had collected ten acres.
Bai Chongyan also sent his slaves to drive several wooden stakes to mark the boundaries of the land being sold.
After everything was done, Bai Chongyan said: "Brother Yuan Zhang..."
"You should call me Brother Zhu." Zhu Guoxiang really couldn't get used to this title.
Bai Chongyan didn't think much about it: "Mr. Zhu, the hillside circled just now must be more than ten acres, and it is estimated that there are fifteen acres left. Among the cultivated land, there are many uncultivated areas with miscellaneous trees and weeds. According to the It is customary for tenants to cut firewood."
"We will not break the rules." Zhu Guoxiang promised.
Zeng Da said happily: "I thank Mr. Zhu."
In other words, more than fifteen acres of mountainous land is nominally owned by the Zhu family. However, the Zhu family has no right to dispose of more than five acres of barren slopes, which are reserved for tenants to chop firewood.
The next step was to purchase the forest. Neither party was too lazy to measure, so they estimated the area of ten acres to mark.
Back at Biyunting, Bai Chongyan wrote the contract in person, and it was completed after both parties signed and signed it.
Zhu Guoxiang cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Sanlang, the money to buy the land will be sent to your house another day. Today I will talk to the tenants about the matter."
"Excuse me, it's getting late and I should go down the mountain." Bai Chongyan said.
The little kid Bai Qi was already tired from wandering around the mountains.
Zhu Guoxiang asked the child to sit in the pavilion and said, "Wait here. Don't run around. I will come back to pick you up in a quarter or two at most."
"Okay!" Bai Qi nodded obediently.
The father and son took the tenant Zeng Da back to the land they had just purchased.
Zhu Guoxiang kept picking out relatively flat and open land, with a total area of about 0.7 acres, and told Zeng Dadao: "Go and tell the other tenants clearly that these pieces of land I have selected will not be plowed for the time being. In another twenty days, , you go down the mountain to my wife’s house, and I will bring the corn seedlings and teach you how to farm.”
"That... that's corn seedlings. We have never planted them before, and we don't know what kind of food they are." Zeng Da looked confused.
Zhu Guoxiang thought for a while and said: "For other lands, the rules are still the same. How much is the land rent? I will provide the seeds for the lands I selected without charging you a penny. If the corn harvest fails, the harvest will not be as good as planting. I don’t want you to rent a single grain of corn or sorghum.”
Zeng Da was still unsure, but Zhu Guoxiang was the landowner, and for this reason, if he didn't agree, he would be asking for trouble. He could only bite the bullet and said: "It's all arranged by Mr. Zhu."
Zhu Guoxiang warned again: "The pieces of land I selected must not be sown randomly. If anyone dares to make his own decisions, even if the seeds sprout, I will shovel them all!"
"Listen to Mr. Zhu." Zeng Da obediently agreed, feeling bitter and unable to vomit.
The tea farmers who farm the mountainous areas are all busy picking and making tea today, and Zhu Guoxiang cannot summon everyone together.
He sent Zeng Da away and went down the mountain with the land purchase contract.
Not far away, Zhu Guoxiang suddenly stopped: "Tell me, why am I called Zhu Yuanzhang?"
Ju Ming had a wicked look on his face: "Do you know what the Chinese character Zhu Yuanzhang is?"
"I only know that his nickname is Chongba," Zhu Guoxiang said.
Zhu Ming explained with a smile: "Zhu Yuanzhang, whose courtesy name is Guorui. Xiangrui, Xiangrui, Xiang and Rui mean the same thing. What a coincidence. Your name is Zhu Guoxiang, which is no different from Zhu Guorui. It is only natural that the name Yuanzhang is also used."
"I think you are crazy about wanting to be the emperor," Zhu Guoxiang rolled his eyes at his son, "Don't think I don't know, Zheng Chenggong should be called Zhu Chenggong. What does it mean when you choose the word "success" for yourself?"
Zhu Ming immediately shouted that he was wronged and pretended to be weird: "Dad, my Dean Zhu, I don't have much knowledge, and the name and the name must be the same. In addition to the epitaph, I remember that the inscription means to pay tribute, hastily Now I can only give myself a nickname called success."
Zhu Guoxiang heard a black line, what kind of bullshit is this?
Inexplicably, he became Zhu Yuanzhang, and his son was Zhu Chenggong.
Ju Ming pulled out a piece of weed and held it in his mouth. He looked back at the mountainous land he had just bought and said happily: "We will also be landlords from now on. Let's develop well for a year or two and be sure to gain a foothold here. By the way, when will we build a house? settle down?"
Zhu Guoxiang said: "I asked Mrs. Shen that the people in the village who can build houses and make furniture are all ordinary farmers. They are very busy during this period. If they want to hire people to repair their houses, they have to wait until the rice transplanting is finished."
"Then just wait slowly and remember to pay Madam Shen for room and board." Zhu Ming was not in a hurry.
The father and son walked down the mountain leisurely, and when they reached halfway up the mountain, the sky had turned dark.
Zhu Guoxiang suddenly frowned: "Did we forget something?"
"No." Zhu Ming said.
"You must have forgotten something?" Zhu Guoxiang shook his head and thought.
Ju Ming slapped his thigh fiercely: "Damn it, Brother Qi is still in the mountains!"
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are also very arrogant when two men are allowed to look after the child.