The Pastoral Life of a Reborn Farmer

Shen Ling took the wine and headed towards where Mr. Fu was. Mu Hongyuan was still squatting behind the rockery secretly sad, Shen Ling turned and walked over, "Hey, why don't you come with me and make a song by the way." Peach Blossom Poetry to show off yourself?"

Mu Hongyuan gave Shen Ling a sad look.

"Speaking of which, where's your third brother? Let him make a song for you!" Shen Ling said, he couldn't do it and wanted to go, so he could only take advantage of it.

"My father will kill me." Mu Hongyuan said.

Shen Ling thought for a while, and also felt that if Mu Hongyuan could do such a thing, Mu Futai might really beat him to death, so he stopped encouraging him, stood up and said, "It's time for dinner, remember to eat ! I'm going to get busy first."

"Oh." Mu Hongyuan looked sadly at Shen Lingyuan's back.

Shen Ling sent the wine to Mr. Fu and the others. Shangxian had moved tables, chairs and benches for them, and placed them in the best position for viewing the scenery. Shen Ling put the wine on the table, with the jade white wine bottle as the There are pink peach blossoms, and the Bifang wine next to it is a wine glass carved from white jade. Shen Ling took a step back, and stood in the gazebo, wearing a pink dress, a tulle waist, and a young girl with a peach blossom hairpin, stepped forward. Picking up the jug, poured the liquor into the wine glass, and after the girls finished pouring the first round of Bifang wine and left, Shen Ling said: "This first glass of wine is Bifang wine, made from lotus flowers. The lotus is a gentleman in the water. It comes out of the mud without being stained, and it is clean without being demonic. Therefore, this Bifang wine is also called a gentleman's wine. The more ordinary wine is put, the more mellow it is, but this wine is like a lotus flower. Leave it for a month, otherwise the taste of the wine will change, and only with a specific storage method, it can be stored for a month. It is a kind of wine that is extremely easy to change its taste. Even the best brewer can't change this habit of Bifang wine. , probably, this is also He's arrogance!"

Mr. Fu stroked his beard and didn't answer. He just took a sip of Bifang wine. The clear aroma of the wine lingered on the tip of his tongue, and the taste of the wine was not strong. It felt similar, and Mr. Fu didn't think the wine was so good, but after Shen Ling said so, he tasted it carefully, and sure enough, he tasted the fragrance of lotus, which seemed to have nothing, with a faint fragrance, Sliding through the mouth, it seems to clean the miscellaneous taste in the mouth, leaving only a faint fragrance.

Old Fu's eyes brightened slightly. He didn't like those strong wines. After all, he was old, drinking alcohol would hurt his body, and he couldn't stand the strong spicy taste, but this wine was very suitable for him. It even has the effect of cleaning, plus the meaning of gentleman's wine, Fu Lao nodded.

"This wine is very good!" Mr. Fu stroked his beard, very satisfied, and said to Shen Ling: "This wine is good, I wonder if there is a place to sell it in the capital?"

Shen Ling was very pleasantly surprised, he never thought that the Grand Tutor would actually like Bifang wine, and he planned to recite a lotus poem to improve the quality and cover up the flaws of the wine itself!Now it seems that it is not necessary, so he cupped his hands and said: "Bifang wine has just entered the world, and it has not been sold in Beijing yet."

Mr. Fu was a little dissatisfied, "Then I'll let my servants come to Huaizhou to buy it! I hope the boss will make it easier for you then, but this Bifang wine is so difficult to preserve..."

"Don't dare to bother your lord's servant, Shen Ling will sell this wine in the capital soon." Shen Ling cupped his hands.

Mr. Fu nodded in satisfaction, "That's good."

Shen Ling raised her hand to signal the maid next to her to pour a second glass of wine. The maid took a step forward, retrieved the white jade wine glass she had just filled, and replaced it with a white glazed peach blossom cup that matched the peach vase. There was still a cup holder under the peach blossom cup. Dotted with a few peach blossoms, it seems to be unintentionally sprinkled from the forest, which is quite interesting.

The maid's slender and white fingers are pinching the white-glazed jug, and gently holding the bottom of the jug with one hand. In the peach blossom forest, the girl wearing peach blossoms has a pink face with spring, and the jug pours wine that is as tender as peach blossoms, which is different from Bi The freshness of the fragrant wine, the moment the peach blossom wine is poured out, a faint sweet and delicate fragrance spreads out. The wines brought by Shen Ling are all the best, and they are freshly opened. They are full of natural floral fragrance, sweet and fragrant people.

Mr. Fu's expression was a little indifferent this time, and he seemed indifferent to the beautiful scenery in front of him. On the contrary, the other people who were indifferent to Bifang wine just now seemed a little fluctuant this time. Shen Ling noticed that many people were breathing slightly, as if they liked this wine very much Fragrant taste.The pure peach blossom fragrance is not uncommon, but the strange thing is that the peach blossom and wine fragrance blend together, which makes people salivate a little.

Shen Ling cupped his hands and said: "This wine is peach blossom wine, and it is also the purpose of this Peach Blossom Poetry Meeting. There is an ancient poem beside the method of making this wine, Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Fairy in Peach Blossom Temple; Peach Blossom Fairy Plants Peach Trees, Picking peach blossoms for wine money. Shen Ling was so stupid that he forgot the end of the poem, so he held a poetry meeting and wanted to use the talents of the famous people present to complete the poem."

When it came to the peach blossom poem, Fu Lao's expression fluctuated a little, "This poem is interesting, and I really want to know what the second half of the poem should be, and I also want to know how the great talents present will complete this poem."

The people who listened with their ears upright were instantly shaken, and all of them felt that their talents were flowing like a spring, and they wished to be praised by the people in front of them immediately, so that they would become successful and have a smooth career.

Hearing the words, Mu Futai nodded slightly and respectfully said: "Since Mr. Fu is looking forward to it so much, why don't you invite the famous scholars and students present to write poems immediately!"

"Don't worry, wait for them to think about it before talking about it. Good poems can't be rushed." Fu Laoyou leisurely took a sip of the peach blossom wine in front of him, "Drink first and talk about it. Since we are tasting wine, admiring flowers and composing poems, how about this?" If you don’t taste the wine, and don’t appreciate the flowers, how can you feel the mood of this poet personally?”

Mu Futai nodded, "Old Fu is right."

Shen Ling heard this, and immediately asked his servants to bring peach blossom wine to everyone present. Of course, good wine should be the finale. If everyone who enters the venue has a glass and can drink as they want, then this peach blossom poetry meeting will be a complete failure.

A maid wearing a pink hairpin with peach blossoms rushed in, holding a white glazed tray with small and exquisite wine jugs and wine glasses in her side hand, walking among the crowd, and finally came to the middle of the peach blossom banquet, in the empty only Place wine jugs one by one on the table with peach blossoms on them, and arrange the peach blossoms in the tray according to the rehearsed position. The white glazed jugs are placed on the simple and precious pear blossom wood, setting off the peach blossom branches just picked , Full of ancient rhyme, the more lined jug is exquisite and delicate.

The maid took up the jug and filled the wine glasses one by one. The pink wine syrup fell into the white wine glass, and the wine made by Jing Meiren was even more beautiful.

The corners of Shen Ling's mouth curled slightly, very satisfied with the beautiful scenery he designed, and he cupped his hands to everyone: "Everyone, please."

There were only enough wine glasses for each person on the table, that is to say, after each person took his own glass, there was no next glass to drink. Wine is rare, very rare.

Everyone obviously noticed this too. People kept looking at Shen Ling, and Shen Ling faced each other calmly. Anyway, he had already planned, as long as someone asked, he would ask the maid to get the wine. Whoever asked would get it, no matter how much he drank. , but if you want to add wine to everyone, sorry, then everyone can only ask him for wine.Of course, only one glass of wine for the whole poetry meeting is obviously for scolding, and there will naturally be other peach blossom wines brought up during the meal later, but at this moment, sorry is gone.

There was a moment of silence in the whole venue, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, but with the arrogance of a literati standing there, naturally no one would come to Shen Ling to ask why there was only one glass of wine to drink, and everyone silently held their own wine glasses, Sipping the wine in the glass bit by bit, if you drink it without paying attention, and others are still holding the wine glass, then you will be embarrassed, besides, you have to write poems, and you will have no inspiration after drinking the wine source, how to write poetry?

Sitting in the gazebo, Mr. Fu turned to Mu's Terrace and said, "This Boss Shen has a delicate mind." I don't know if it was about the battle Shen Ling put on, or about him controlling his drinking.

Mu Futai nodded, "This man has always been extremely intelligent."

Mr. Fu stroked his beard and didn't speak. After the wine was tasted, the maids who served the meal rushed in again, put away the wine pots on the table, and went to the guests, saluted and took back the wine glasses. Many of them hadn't finished drinking yet. Seeing this, the wine drinker drank it in one gulp, and handed the glass to the maid, feeling quite embarrassed. If he had known this, he would have just drank it. Why is it that the cow chews the peony now, without tasting any taste, only leaving it in his mouth? There is a faint aftertaste.

The elegantly dressed servant moved the table and set it up around the periphery. After taking the wine glass, the maid walked to the table with a delicate snack and put the snack down. Someone brought the roast duck skin and the duck skin dough. Arranged one by one, all kinds of dim sum dishes are served in small dishes, and chopsticks are also placed. The whole altar of peach blossom wine is moved to the pear wood table in the middle where the wine jug was originally placed. The servant opened the seal, and the strong sweet aroma Scattered in all directions, took out the wine utensils again, poured out the wine syrup into the wine jug, and handed it to the serving maid who poured the wine.

"Good wine!" The guests who hadn't tasted much just now, or who were bored, couldn't help but praise. Of course, what they praised might not be peach blossom wine, but the fact that there is still wine to drink. Here comes a peach blossom poem Yes, if he really only drank that one glass, and people ask him how the wine was when he went back, what would they say?I said there was only one cup, but I was reluctant to drink it at first, but when I put away the cup, I swallowed it down, and didn't taste any taste?Isn't it a joke.

With the opening of the wine jar, the atmosphere of the poetry meeting became more enthusiastic.

Shen Ling cupped his hands again and said, "Everyone, we usually have a table for one person or two or three people at banquets, and the banquet ends as soon as we sit down. Today Shen wants to do something different. If there is any impoliteness, please don't blame me."

Everyone had already seen that the servant was setting meals in the wrong place, and when they saw Shen Ling talking, they all raised their heads curiously.

Shen Ling said again: "For this banquet, you all take the small plates to eat by yourself. The used small plates are placed on the empty table over there and the maid will take care of them. You can carry the small plates and chat with your confidantes who want to chat together. With friends, stay wherever you want, enjoy the scenery, chat and taste wine, and behave casually. There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table next to the rockery. You can use them at any time. Invite two or three friends to gather around the table. You can write poems while eating with a small dish, you can do whatever you want, there is peach blossom wine on the table in the middle, and you can take it yourself, I hope everyone can feel at home, everyone, please do it yourself!" Shen Ling finally arched hand over.

Everyone started to move, some headed for the dining table, some headed for the peach blossom wine, and some went straight for the pen and ink, all thinking of writing the best poems and making a name for themselves here.

When Shen Ling walked into the gazebo, the maid had already placed all the dim sum dishes on the table inside. Shen Ling was going to promote the way of eating roast duck. Many people in Huaizhou know about this kind of thing. Those who don’t know how to eat it will wait. It seems that others can learn it, but the masters in the gazebo probably need him to teach it himself, and ask the maid to help with the bag.

Shen Ling talked with the people in the gazebo for a while, and a servant came over with poems written by the people in the venue, and handed them to Mu Futai and others for circulation. Shen Ling took a step back and said nothing.

"What do you think of Mr. Fu?" Mu Futai said with a smile. He thinks there are quite a few good songs among them, which should be praised by Mr. Fu.

Mr. Fu didn't speak, and his expression was not very satisfied. Mu Futai's smile restrained a little, "Mr. Fu doesn't think it's right?"

Only then did Mr. Fu speak, "Those four lines of poems are easy to understand, elegant and elegant, just like spoken language. Do you think it is appropriate to match these rhetoric and gorgeous poems?"

"This... is naturally inappropriate." Mu Futai's face was not very good-looking.

"Furthermore, Boss Shen also said just now that this poem comes from a certain hermit's notes. Although this poem has not yet revealed the poet's mood, I also know that it shouldn't be those who enjoy the scenery and flowers and look forward to the future. poetic."

"Indeed." Mu Futai nodded.

"What does Boss Shen think?" Mr. Fu turned to Shen Ling who was installing the pillars next to him.

Shen Ling paused, "This... Shen Ling doesn't know." Shen Ling lowered his head, should he say that their poems are not good in front of so many people?He is not a master.

"That being the case, let's continue writing!" Mr. Fu squinted his eyes, obviously not in a hurry, and he looked like he was not afraid of being late for a good poem. He is also the imperial tutor, and the poems and books in his belly are not comparable to others. Even if he does not know his identity, but a few casual pointers, these so-called literati who are not even Jinshi have benefited a lot, so everyone went back to write poems obediently Yes, no one is dissatisfied.

Shen Ling inexplicably had a bad premonition. He always felt that the next steps of the Shihui could not follow the intention of his master. It depended on the mood of the Taifu, but what was the Taifu thinking? ?Shen Ling had a bad feeling.