Daiyu of the Red Chamber raised a cat

Chapter 131

After seeing the bustle of Chen's family, I bought a musket and some rare foreign things.The two lived in the palace for a long time and rarely came out, so they both wanted to hang out more.Stop and go along the way, there are a wide variety of goods on both sides, and there are exquisite and rare ones, so stop to observe, buy if you like it, and it’s okay if you don’t like it.

Except for professional traders, many of them are ordinary people. They may have things that they don't need temporarily at home, and they go to the market to exchange two coins.

There are also many country people selling food and vegetables, and there are many shouts and shouts.

There were seven or eight children of different heights in front of a sugar blower stall, most of them were boys, only two girls, and they were all very small, they looked like they were only four or five years old.If she was two years older, her parents probably wouldn't let her run around with the boy like this.

The stall owner blew up a candy figurine, and several children were clamoring for it.

One of them looked older, about eight years old, taking advantage of his height, snatched the candy figurine from the stall owner, and slapped a copper coin on the sugar figurine's table. The little boy stared at him, smiled triumphantly, and walked away.

"Hey, you can't go!" The little boy pointed at him.

One of the girls pinched her waist and shouted, "Yes, we can't go, we came first!"

Boy Gao shook the sugar figurine in his hand: "I'll grab it first, it's mine."

"You—" the little boy who spoke before pointed his finger at him, and suddenly turned his head to look at the stall owner again, "Obviously we arrived first, why did you give it to him first?"

The stall owner said: "As soon as it was finished, someone asked for it, so I gave it to you. I didn't really see who came first and who came later. Brother, wait a minute, I will give it to you when I make it again."

While talking, the boy who snatched the sugar figurine had gone away, and the little boy Youyou was a little bit aggrieved, but there was nothing he could do.

"Give it to her first!" He pointed to a girl beside him, "She came earlier than me."

"Okay!" the stall owner yelled.

Li Zhao nodded, and said, "This little guy is interesting." Turning his head, he realized that his son was not by his side. Looking around, Zhou Hang was in front of the clay figurine booth opposite, holding his chin and watching intently.Smiling silently, Li Zhao walked over.

"Hang'er likes this?" he asked.

Zhou Hang raised his head, frowned slightly, and said, "I haven't seen it before, it's rare, look at it."

There are many kneaded clay figurines on the stalls, including various animals and mythical figures, the most popular ones are Monkey King, Zhu Bajie, Tang Sanzang, etc. It can be seen that the characters in Journey to the West are more popular.

Picking up a Monkey King and looking at it, Li Zhao asked, "How much is it worth?"

The shopkeeper said: "If you pinch the three Wen, if you pinch them like a human, it will be five Wen."

"Why?" Li Zhao raised his eyebrows, "Can you pinch it as it is now?"

The shopkeeper said: "The villain eats this bowl of rice. If you don't have this ability, what do you use to support your family? What does the master want to make, just tell me what it is, and the villain will make it for you."

Li Zhao laughed, pulled Zhou Hang over his shoulders, and said, "Squeeze one for me and my son, just do it like that."

Not to mention, the craftsmanship of the shop that made the clay figurines is really good, but it took only a quarter of an hour to make them.The clay figurines are lifelike, a loving father, holding a son with sword eyebrows and starry eyes. Both of them are jade trees facing the wind, and they are full of nobility, which seems to look down on the world.

Li Zhao was very satisfied, waved his hand, and rewarded the shopkeeper with five taels of silver.

The shopkeeper didn't expect that there was such a good thing as a pie in the sky, and the pie happened to fall on his own head.After being stunned for a long time, I realized what happened, and suddenly I was surrounded by a spring breeze. I was so happy that I didn't know what to do, and I said thank you, master, thank you son.

After Wei Xing'an handed the silver ingot to the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper's subconscious action was to bite it in his mouth, and then put the rest of the clay figurines together, saying: "Thank you, sir, for your reward. It's not worth a lot of money, so if the master and young master like it, they can take it. Otherwise, the little one will get so much reward for nothing, and I will feel uneasy!"

Seeing that the store owner was sincere, Li Zhao ordered Wei Xing'an to take it away.

So, the father and son returned to the palace with a large number of clay figurines.Sinongqing was already waiting outside the hall, and Li Zhao ordered to pass it in.Today, Sinongqing didn't open it himself, but brought an old farmer with him.The old farmer is 70 years old. Although he has always been a commoner, the biggest official he has ever seen is the magistrate of his county, and he doesn't know the etiquette of monarchs and ministers.But when he saw the emperor, he knew how to kneel down and kowtow to the mountain to say "long live", and when he asked him something, he could talk freely.

The old farmer was the one who planted high-yielding sweet potatoes last year, and he brought a lot of sweet potatoes grown by himself when he came.

Li Zhaoming brought in the sweet potatoes.Not long after, two guards came in with two sacks, unpacked them and poured them out, all of them were sweet potatoes as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and when they were weighed, each of them weighed more than two catties.

Li Zhao asked, "Are they all this big?"

"Of course not..." The old farmer chuckled, "For the emperor to see, it is natural to choose a big and good one."

Si Nongqing kept winking at the old farmer, and reminded with a low voice: "If you want to return to the emperor, the emperor will ask you to say the words 'return to the emperor'." Afraid that the old farmer is old and his ears are not good, he reminded the voice a little loudly .Except for the old farmer in the hall, everyone else probably heard it.

Zhou Hang couldn't help but covered his mouth and smiled. Although Wei Xing'an didn't smile, his expression was obviously holding back.

Li Zhao said "Oh?" and asked, "Who taught you to choose the one for me?"

"Return to the emperor's words." Si Nongqing approached and reminded again.This time the old farmer heard it, and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "You don't need someone to teach the grassroots people to know what you want to do when you return to the emperor. Usually, when guests come to the grassland people's house, they have to bring out the best things in the house to entertain them. What do the guests want to see? It’s also about bringing out the best ones. What’s more, now that you’re coming to the capital to show the emperor, it’s not easy for the grassroots to fool you.”

Speaking of this, he listened for a while, then smiled and said: "If there is someone to teach, there must be one."

Zhou Hang thought the old man was very interesting, so he asked, "Oh? Who is it?"

The old farmer said: "If you go back to the emperor, it's the county magistrate..."

Before finishing a sentence, Wei Xing'an just scolded: "Presumptuous!" Pointing at Li Zhao, he said, "This is His Majesty the Emperor."

The old farmer shook his body in fright, kowtowed and said: "The grass people are guilty, the grass people are guilty..."

Li Zhao frowned and said, "He is a farmer. He is honest and responsible. He has never seen anything in the world. Why do you frighten him?" Yin said again, "Old man, get up quickly. Those who don't know are not guilty. It was my son who spoke just now. , the current prince, the future emperor!"

Just now when the old farmer said "return to the emperor's words", Si Nongqing was so frightened that he lost his soul, just like pouring a basin of ice water on his head in the twelfth lunar month of winter, making people cool from hair to heels.Secretly thought, the old farmer didn't know whether he was doing it on purpose, he didn't say what he should say, and he said it when he shouldn't.The emperor is the supreme place, and no one can desecrate it, but in front of the emperor, when he replied to His Royal Highness, he said the words of the emperor, which is a capital crime of beheading.If the emperor was really angry, the old farmer would not be able to survive, and even he would be implicated.

But I didn't expect that the emperor didn't even mean to be angry at all, but his tone was kind, and he didn't have any grudges against His Royal Highness.

The Holy One really dotes on His Highness the Crown Prince, he thought.

No, it is inaccurate to say favor, after all, favor is often short-lived, to be precise, it should be trust, trust from the bottom of my heart.

Seeing that the old man was getting old and fearing that he might not be physically strong enough, Li Zhao gave him a seat and asked him in detail about the cultivation of sweet potatoes, how life in Lingnan was like, how well the common people lived, and so on.The old farmers answered one by one, and said that the measures of lightening corvees and reducing taxes and promoting cultural governance in the past two years have brought many tangible benefits to the common people.

In the past two years, the lives of the common people have become more prosperous, and there are more people studying. They have not produced a scholar in the village for more than ten years, and a new one was admitted last year.

Li Zhaolian said hello a few times, and rewarded him with two hundred gold and ten pieces of fertile land for his contribution to the development of a new method of planting sweet potatoes.Knowing that he had waited in the palace for a long time and hadn't eaten yet, he ordered people to stay there to entertain him.

Then Li Zhao waved his hand and ordered people to take all the sweet potatoes brought by the old farmer to the imperial dining room to cook, and today all palaces eat sweet potato meals.

Zhou Hang has an urge to help his forehead, just cook sweet potatoes, isn't it too monotonous?He misses sweet potato balls, sweet potato cakes, shredded sweet potatoes, and sweet potato fries in the 21st century...

"Wait, father!" Zhou Hang stopped, he decided that he would open a sumptuous sweet potato feast in the palace, and tell everyone that sweet potatoes can be eaten in many ways, not necessarily boiled or raw.

In the Lin Mansion, Daiyu was sitting in the room, looking at the small clothes that had just been delivered from the sewing room, when she suddenly felt that something was pulling the corner of the skirt.Looking down, it was actually a villain sent by Zhou Hang, so he couldn't help being stunned.

Xueyan called softly: "Girl?"

Daiyu snapped back to her senses and said, "I'm tired, why don't you step back first?"

Everyone bowed to leave, Hui'er pursed her lips, and asked in a low voice, "Miss, do you want to take the little clothes away?"

The small clothes have just been delivered, there are four sets in total, and Daiyu hasn't had time to look at them yet.After thinking about it, she said, "No need, let's put it away for now." After the maids left, Daiyu put the little figure that had climbed up to her wrist on the table, and the little figure jumped up happily.Daiyu giggled and asked, "Brother Hang sent you here, is there something wrong?"

The villain nodded, and was about to speak when suddenly a little hair ball rushed over, firmly held the villain down with two paws, and stretched out his tongue to lick the villain's head.

"Oh, help! Sister Lin..." The villain called out miserably.

"Xue'er, come back!" Daiyu shouted again, while facing the villain, "Brother Hang's skill is getting more and more refined, you are so flexible and smart in doing it." Whether the manipulation is accurate or not depends on the skill of the person using it .Those with low skill can only simply pass it on to him, and those with higher skill can answer simple questions and answers, and monks above Jindan can even refine the spell into their own avatar, and what they see and hear with the spell is like what they have seen and heard.

While talking, Xueer had retreated to Daiyu's leg and was lying docilely on her stomach. She even gave a proud "meow" to the villain, as if she was swearing her sovereignty, the master is mine!