starling is not a bird

The whip shoots came out of the soil, and they stood up when they saw the wind. Layers of dark brown bamboo shoots were left in pieces. The green new bamboos looked more and more tall and straight in the new rain. Before dawn, there were already farmers. Carrying bamboo baskets into the mountains to pick bamboo shoots.

Find a five-year-old bamboo and start digging along the slope. The new bamboo shoots will change color when they see the wind. Gently wave the hoe and dig them down without shaking off any soil. Cover the bamboo shoots with thatch with dew , There is already a mule cart waiting at the foot of the mountain, and after another hour, these bamboo shoots will follow the mule cart, enter the city gate safely, and arrive at the market in the capital.

The best bamboo shoots are all in the south of the Yangtze River. The north wind is too cold, and the bamboo shoots will inevitably become thinner in the cold wind. After adding the fatty streaky flowers and frying them, they still feel a little sticky in the mouth.

: "Father, I heard that Qingfeng Tower is willing to exchange a penny for a catty of good bamboo shoots!" The middle-aged man enviously planed the soil bumps, looked up at the sky: "Today's bamboo shoots are fat, let's take a trip by ourselves send it in?"

: "When you enter the city, you will be charged according to the head. We have all these things, and if those soldiers get a little more money, I will give it to your cousin. He is familiar with him, so why break the friendship?" The old man did not follow his son's advice. Talk, old people, always think more.

"Father, Huangzhuang doesn't pay to go in there, if only we can get in touch with their village head!" The middle-aged man put the bamboo shoots wrapped in mud into the bamboo basket, "You know that too. It's Huangzhuang, what do you use to manage it? The best water is for them to use first, what do you have that others are rare? Stop thinking about messy things and dig quickly." The old man swung the hoe faster!

Looking at the lowered head of his son, the old man stopped the hoe: "The hot spring water from the west of Beijing was imported from the village over there, and the glazed tiles of foreigners were used to build a big shed. The vegetables produced there are better than those brought in by fast horses from the south. It’s fresher and sweeter. You can’t buy it for a penny or a tael! People don’t sell it very often, but your cousin said that it’s all brought in for the princes to eat!”

The middle-aged man sighed and said: "The fourth aunt said before that there is a shortage of people in the village over there, so I want to buy some boys to enter. Unfortunately, it is a death contract, otherwise my big tiger and two bulls can also enter! Let's not talk about it at home. The baby also has a future."

The old man smiled: "How can they sign a contract of living in such a land? We don't have to worry about food and drink, so why sell the baby to be a slave? The years have been good, and if you save some money, you will be dragged away. Hu recommended to work in a restaurant in the city, it is also learning skills!"

The shoulders of the middle-aged man seemed to relax a little, and his subordinates worked harder: "Isn't it! There is nothing to do if the age is not good, but as long as there is something to eat, the baby will suffer along with it. How can there be no time for it?"

With a tacit understanding, the father and son dug up most of the bamboo shoots on the slope in one go, carried them down the mountain, picked the big ones and sold them to the uncle, and took the small ones back to eat at home. At the waist, the steps became brisk: "Hurry up, it's time to put water in the rice fields."

The farmer in the village was very upset with his abacus: "Master Belle said that last year, the money was paid less, and the harvest of vegetables and fruits also failed. This year, it is not allowed to do this again, but there are not enough manpower!"

: "I have inquired around, and no one wants to sell their children!"

: "Then go a little further, there are always too many people living in the mountains who can't get enough to eat, right? If we don't add more people this year, I'm afraid Lord Baylor will be unhappy!"

The calculations of farmers in the Spring Festival are very simple, good weather requires good strength, and the harvest of one year old is all in these few months, so you can't work hard!

It is also Chinese New Year. Many people in the capital and even in the southeast and northwest of the Qing Dynasty did not feel the warmth of the spring breeze at all, but lived in the cold winter.

Ling Pu's life in the prison was not at all uncomfortable, and soon, this discomfort turned into discomfort, and life was worse than death, and he didn't even have the chance to ask for forgiveness.

His eyelids were covered with blood, his hands and feet were shackled, the floor was cold, and the straw was moldy. This was the ending he never dreamed of. Your Highness, are you okay?Your Royal Highness, why don't you save this slave!

It was destined to be one restless night after another, when the emperor's thunderous anger erupted, all civil and military officials trembled, and the prince's lineage was stared at by passers-by, rushing to show their loyalty.

Li Guangdi replaced his confidant in the past, frequently entered the palace, frequently had private talks with the emperor, and the candles in the Hall of Mental Cultivation were extinguished later and later.

Lord A Ling'a quietly invited his younger brother and nephew to have an evening gathering, and his words were quite colorful: "Now that the crown prince is in trouble, we have to think of ways to share the emperor's worries!"

The nephew asked stupidly: "What does the emperor mean?"

Lord Aling'a's expression turned serious: "The emperor finally understands, the prince is unreliable!"

The nephew rolled his eyes: "The crown prince is unreliable, uncle you are even more unreliable!"

Ah Ling was so angry that he vomited blood and smashed the cup: "I can't be trusted, so can my son-in-law be unreliable?"

The younger brother smiled and said in a wicked way, "Brother, you have many sons-in-law, which one is it?"

Lord Alinga blushed: "What do you think?"

The nephew and the younger brother looked at each other: "Don't be impatient, wait and see what the emperor wants, the elder brother is still here!"

Lord Alinga snorted: "Where can you expect that kind of trash?"

The younger brother hesitated for a while before saying: "The king of Chengjun is the eldest, there are so many princes in front, brother, are you too impatient!"

Master A Ling'a spoke impassionedly: "Let's close the door and don't talk about face. The master has been entrusted to the princes for so many years. Whether it's good for the ministry or the banner, which one is better than the king of Dingjun? Will you work hard?" If you are willing to let go, you will not play tricks on us, so how can you be unsteady following him?"

The nephew nodded with concern: "What uncle said is true!"

When Lord A Ling'a wanted to continue to cheer, the younger brother said: "We also have a concubine in our palace, let's ask about it. "

Lord Alinga smiled: "You think your brother is a fool! The second brother is already tempted. I heard that Chengjun King has fooled him. We will do it again when the emperor slaps him to death."

Several Niu Hulu laughed together, raised their wine glasses, and silently drank a large glass for their elder brother who was about to be hit. Sure enough, they would fight if they had too many siblings!

Tong Jia's family also had a small gathering, but they are smarter, it's not a big banquet, Tong Jia's serious and serious arrangement of ancestor worship affairs during office hours, and communicated with each other while burning incense and kowtow.

There are those who rush to heat the kang, and there are also those who burn cold stoves. There are different opinions. In the end, the patriarch made the final decision: two flowers bloom, betting against the three armies!

Tong Jia's clan stood behind the emperor. There were many clansmen and heavy weight. They only pressed one person. If they missed, the clan would be destroyed. Besides, the emperor couldn't bear it, so he simply placed more bets. There are two Tong Jias!

As for who will follow who, well, let's discuss again, discuss again!The head of the patriarch held up high incense and burned it vigorously for the ancestors. Alas, the emperor is still on guard against us. The Tong Jia family in the palace has no roots, and even the prince has no one to marry the Tong Jia family!If you want to be rich and prosperous for a few lifetimes, you still have to live up to it!

Faced with the longing of his brother and his wife, Prince Yu chose to pretend to be sick without hesitation!He fell straight down, without a rehearsal, drinking bitter water and eating light porridge, he felt very satisfied, the elder brother was banned, and the crown prince was abolished. Worry!

Hearing that the emperor had handed over the House of Internal Affairs to Dingjun Wang, Prince Yu felt relieved a lot. The gentle and elegant Dingjun Wang came to hand over as usual. Prince Yu originally planned to see him, and he was too ill. How to hand over?

As a result, the concubine unceremoniously asked the son to go out and welcome King Dingjun in, and went directly to the inner room. Prince Yu had no choice but to support his waist and coughed a few times to respond to the situation.

Prince Ding held back a smile and said hello to Prince Yu, and casually asked a few words about the situation of the House of Internal Affairs. He blinked and watched Prince Yu not speak.

"Eighth elder brother, what else is there?" Prince Yu wished that the king of Dingjun would leave early, and he would feel dangerous if he stayed for a while.

King Dingjun sat down next to Prince Yu, and said softly, "Uncle Huang, my nephew has a merciless request!"

Prince Yu's scalp tingled for a while, it's over, it's over, does this mean to ask for help?I don't want to get involved in the muddy water of your stall!

: "Oh, my king is sick in bed, I'm afraid I'm powerless! Besides, this is a big matter, how can I entrust it to this king!" Prince Yu deliberately hoarse and pretended to be weak.

King Dingjun said with a smile: "I'm afraid Uncle Huang is thinking about it? Now that people are in panic and everyone is restless, how can my nephew bother Uncle Huang? I'm afraid Uncle Huang's illness will get worse!"

Prince Yu didn't answer, just stared at Prince Ding in silence, thinking how he could refuse him so as not to hurt each other's friendship, so as to leave help for his son.

King Dingjun said slowly: "The East Palace has been abolished, and people's hearts are fluctuating. If Huang Ama doesn't make a decision early, I'm afraid it will cause endless harm. My nephew doesn't want to do anything else, but I'm worried that someone with a heart will make trouble. I want to ask Uncle Huang to let me Go to see the elder brother, lest he be used by others, have a different heart, and take his life in vain."

Hearing this, Prince Yu was ashamed. Looking at King Dingjun's indifferent face, he felt that he had underestimated others and himself, and sighed, "I never thought you would think of protecting me at this time." He, it's not in vain that he hurt you!"

King Dingjun showed a bit of sadness on his face: "Anyway, I grew up together, and Concubine Hui was kind to me. I couldn't help him when he went in. Now I have to stop him no matter what. Those people outside, which one is really good?" One heart? They are relatives, and they are not much better than the world. How many people want to be tempted by Huang Ama's touching the prince, I really can't bear to see brothers fighting!"

Prince Yu was silent, and held King Dingjun's hand for a long time and said: "I know your heart very well, don't say anything else, you are as deep as the emperor in being kind, and I will definitely take care of you in this matter!"

Prince Ding blushed shyly: "Uncle Huang praises people indiscriminately, so aren't you afraid that my nephew will take it seriously?"

Prince Yu said earnestly: "I'm afraid you don't take it seriously, don't worry, I can't bear to see my nephews fighting each other. My Majesty, I'm a bit of a scumbag. I'll go to court in a few days. It cannot be delayed any longer!"

Prince Ding stood up and said goodbye: "Then wait for the good news from Uncle Huang!"

: "It will be a few days later, and tomorrow will be soon. I will arrange for someone to find you!" Prince Yu promised, looking over with more gentle eyes.

Da Ma left Prince Yu's mansion, Dingjun Wang did not go home directly: "Let's go to Dunbaile."

: "Old Ten, lend me a few people!" King Dingjun raised his sleeves and spoke calmly!