Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

What is this for? Su Wen looked at the mask handed over by the servant and asked displeasedly.

Oh, brother, isn't this fun? No one will recognize anyone later. Su Wanyun pulled Su Wen's sleeve, and she had already put on the fox mask.

Nonsense. Su Wen waved his sleeves and turned around to leave, but when he heard the sound of the piano coming from the plum garden, he paused in his steps, and Su Wanyun had already walked in from beside him.

This is interesting. Brother Su, why don't you go in and take a look? Fan Zhen held a bull-head mask in his hand, patted Su Wen on the shoulder, and said with a smile.

Most of the nobles and dignitaries' families did not come to this plum appreciation party. Even if people did come, it was these young men and ladies who came just to join in the fun and have fun. No one regarded this as a formal social banquet.

A group of people walked into the plum garden with smiles, but they saw that the scenery inside was really good. Various types of warm pavilions were dotted among the blooming plum trees. There was a faint fragrance floating around, and the sound of the piano came from a distance. Suddenly, there was this place. It’s not a human feeling.

Everyone was moved by the sound of the piano and stopped at the door. When the music ended, they let go and walked around. However, they saw entertainment arrangements everywhere inside. The maids coming and going were all dressed in blue and white shirts with their skirts fluttering. A branch of red plum blossoms blends beautifully with the plum blossoms in the garden.

That was Cheng Jia's piano just now? Fan Zheng asked Su Wendao.

Su Wen frowned, nodded hesitantly, and said, It sounds like it, but why did he come?

Most of their families have family friends. The Cheng family, the Su family, the Fan family, and the Mei family are the four Qingliu families. The children in the family naturally grew up together and have good personal relationships. However, among the four great princes Cheng Jiajie, Zhao Mingliang, and Wang Xuan are rumored in Bianjing, Cheng Jiaxiu is the sixteenth. After winning the first prize at the age of 18 and embarking on an official career, he had less time to play with them.

It's rare that Cheng Jia is here, so it's worth our trip! Let's have fun while we're here. Fan Zheng said with a smile.

Young Master is good at playing the piano! Ling Qingyu praised unconsciously. Even I, who don't know much about the piano, was fascinated by it. He is really a master.

It's okay. Cheng Jia left the piano seat, knelt in front of the table, and started ordering tea. The water here was plum blossom snow water that Han Zong had prepared in advance, which saved a lot of work.

I actually let the number one scholar play the piano and order tea. I'm really... Seeing Cheng Jia looking up at her, Ling Qingyu covered her chest and said, My vanity has been greatly satisfied.

Cheng Jia was stunned for a moment, rolled his eyes, and kept moving, saying: Can I think that the master of the house is a slave to me? Do you want to be my little boy?

I'm obviously complimenting you! Ling Qingyu immediately put on a very serious expression. Too bad, he was used to speaking without restraint.

Mr. Cheng also charges a fee. Cheng Jia moved gracefully and without any confusion, poured boiling water into the tea bowl, placed a bowl of tea in front of Ling Qingyu, and asked: Master Ling, what does it mean to liberate productivity?

this? Are you not a young man from an aristocratic family? You are a businessman like me! So realistic!

Picking up the tea bowl and taking a sip, Ling Qingyu sighed: The price is wrong. It's very troublesome to explain this problem.

Oh, Mr. Ling can give you a price. Cheng Jia ordered a cup for himself, relaxed his body, took a soft cushion and leaned on it half-way, raising his eyebrows and smiling.

Ling Qingyu was leaning on the soft couch, but he was sitting half-reclined on the thick blanket, which was actually on the ground. When he raised his head and raised his eyebrows, his face with ordinary facial features was filled with endless elegance and a hint of charm. .

Poof, Ling Qingyu squirted, pointing at him and being speechless for a long time.

Cheng Jia smiled slowly and said, Jia is also good at the flute, I don't know if that's enough.

Enough! Ling Qingyu coughed twice, took a swig of water, and said, I'm afraid of you!

When talking about productivity, I am afraid that even dialectical materialism has to be mentioned. A thousand years in advance, it is better not to use it to scare people. After thinking about it, Ling Qingyu said: Let's put it this way, if you are a farmer and plant ten acres The land can harvest ten shi of rice a year. If the system means that the government has to collect half of the harvest, then there will be 5 shi to hand over. But if we change the way, for example, I don’t collect half, I only collect 30% of the tax. , then what will you do?

Cheng Jia frowned and said, If I get more, I will naturally work harder.

Yes, you will work harder because you have more things. Instead of making wedding clothes for others, you will study how to increase production, such as using cattle, improving farm tools, increasing the use of manure, building water conservancy, If you work hard, your harvest will not be ten stones a year, but twenty stones. So what is the 30% the government collects? Six stones. Ling Qingyu waited, saw the corner of Cheng Jia's eyes move, and continued. : Then, your family needs a ration of ten dan for a year. If it were before, it would definitely be insufficient for food and clothing. But now that you have fourteen dan and more rations, then you will have the remaining time. The remaining time You can use it to plant mulberry trees, raise chickens, ducks, and some fish.”

You have so many products and gains, so who do these gains belong to? Ling Qingyu continued: If these incomes belong to others, then you will naturally not do it anymore, but now these gains belong to you, and you If you can't eat them anymore, you will naturally sell these products in exchange for money or things you need. At this time, material circulation occurs and production relations are formed. Ling Qingyu paused, took a sip of water, and then asked: I understand. ?”

Cheng Jia looked at Ling Qingyu, his eyes slowly darkened, and said, Continue.

Productivity consists of three elements, workers, labor technology, and labor objects. Ling Qingyu sighed inwardly and said: The laborer is you, labor technology is the science and technology you use, and the labor object is who you serve. These three constitute productivity. Production relations refer to the social and economic relationships formed by people in the process of producing material materials. Productivity affects production relations, and production relations in turn restrict productivity. Forget it, I can’t explain it to you. This is a theory from hundreds of years later, and I am not a philosopher. Who has nothing to do to study this system? Just know how to use it. Ling Qingyu is ready to run away.

So, Mr. Ling said that the labor system currently used in Iron Smelting is inappropriate because production relations are not in line with the development of productivity? Cheng Jia made Ling Qingyu sit back with one sentence.

Depend on! Who says the ancients were stupid! Ling Qingyu leaned back again, nodded and said: Yes.

If the distribution method is changed, then the enthusiasm of those iron households will be much higher, and the actual income received by the court will be higher? Cheng Jia asked, and then ordered a new cup of tea for her.

Ling Qingyu looked at the pattern of Xiuzhu Yuanshan slowly appearing on the tea surface, and praised him again in his heart, saying: Young Master Cheng is so smart.

When Cheng Jia saw her staring at the tea bowl, he didn't say whether it meant he was a master of understanding or ordering tea. He thought to himself and said, Listening to your words is worth ten years of reading. Jia Duo Xie Ling is the head of the family.

Ling Qingyu laughed twice and held up the tea bowl. Don't praise me, this is not my theory.

Yan San opened the curtain and came in, put some food on the table, and then said: Master, Miss Su is here. She said she would come to see you later.

Okay. Ling Qingyu's face was full of joy. Talking to someone who was too smart was actually a kind of torture.

Yan San glanced at Cheng Jia, and the two looked at each other silently for a moment, then lowered their heads and retreated.

Cheng Jia lowered his head and was silent for a while, then raised his head and smiled: Is there anything you want to hear, Master Ling? How about Jia playing another song.

I'm not familiar with this. Mr. Cheng, aren't you afraid of playing the piano to a cow? Ling Qingyu chuckled.

Cheng Jia smiled faintly, knelt back on the piano seat, drew a string of notes on the strings with his fingers, and then a plum blossom song played from under his fingers.

The clear and quiet music seems to have a cold fragrance that penetrates into the heart, with the meaning of frost, one after another, one after another, making people's heartstrings beat with it.

The sound of the piano is indeed fascinating, but Ling Qingyu is a little speechless. Master, what do you mean by playing the three plum blossoms? Is it because you feel so cold at a high place? Or am I aloof and have no confidant?

When he finished playing the song and looked over, Ling Qingyu coughed twice and said: I think it's better to play Phoenix for Phoenix, bah bah bah, no, it's the god Chang Chang. Tian Jian was so pitiful, she remembered. There are only a few guqin songs, so I was dragged to listen to them by Hua Dong.

God and man are free? Cheng Jiaxiao asked, and without waiting for Ling Qingyu's answer, he waved his hands on the strings, and the simple atmosphere came to his face.

The noble princes and noble ladies who were stationed in the Merlin trembled in their hearts, and Fan Zheng even staggered.

The three plum blossoms, which were still so elegant and noble just now, attracted their attention, and what they heard was such a rough and unsophisticated tone, with a sonorous rhythm, ancient and vigorous.

The syllables are clear and translucent, like rivers flowing on the earth, and like the sun and moon passing through the sky.

It must be Cheng Lang! Go and look for me quickly! A noble lady's instructions to the maid woke everyone up. After the sound of the piano faded, they all went to look for someone in the Nuan Pavilion.

Is this what Master Ling wants? Cheng Jia put his hands away and looked at Ling Qingyu, who was pouting, and said with a smile.

Ling Qingyu closed his chin and said, Okay, do you have anything else to ask?

Master, everyone outside is looking for him. Yan San leaned in and said coldly.

Ling Qingyu raised his eyebrows, winked at Cheng Jia, and made a gesture of invitation.

Cheng Jia picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Before Ling Qingyu's face turned completely dark, he said, Jia will come as soon as you go.

He stood up gracefully from his kneeling position, lifted the curtain, and let his long sleeves flutter away.

Yan San came in, poured out the cold tea, and made the pot again.

Are there many people here? Ling Qingyu returned to his lazy look, leaned on the soft couch, then lifted the curtain and looked outside.

There are already many people in the plum forest, with fragrant clothes and beautiful hair, forming a scene together with the white snow and red plum trees.

Just looking at the attire of those people, most of them are young people, and there are basically no ladies at the level. Even if there are, they are the family members of middle-level officials. Mrs. Xiao miscalculated. I am afraid that these people who received the post did not think of the Xiao family. The invitation is a big deal, these people are just here to join in the fun.

Seeing Cheng Jia coming out of the plum forest, many young gentlemen came up to him and headed towards the Wen Dou Terrace with laughter. Some noble ladies took their maids to find the nearby Nuan Pavilion and sat down, picked up gauze curtains and looked outside. The young men fought with each other in literature and martial arts.

Ling Qingyu took a closer look and found that the higher-ranking families were all in the nearest conservatories, while the female relatives of some middle-level officials were in the conservatories further inside, and some had been led by the maids to the conservatories where the jewelry was placed.

Han Ye's arrangement really revealed the thoughts of these people. The four eldest young masters in the capital all came from powerful families. Now only the eldest son of the Zhao family, Zhao Mingliang, is engaged, and the others are the fragrant buns of those high-class ladies. Mo, if you want to watch them fight in literature and martial arts, you naturally have to be in the front position. Although the other positions are far away, it does not prevent the ladies and ladies from watching the fun, and there is no such thing as family status when it comes to men fighting in literature and martial arts. It all depends on your true skills, and you might be able to find a good husband or something.

Hey, Mrs. Xiao made such a fuss. It was obviously a sales meeting of the Ling family, but how could it become a blind date meeting!

It was really a blind date meeting. Cheng Jia didn’t wear a mask when he went out, and then after his recommendation, Zeng Zheng also took off his mask and wrote a poem. The young men who came after him naturally took off their obstructive masks. For a moment, There were cheers in front of the desk, attracting countless gazes.