Inside the High Wall [Quick Transmigration]

Will crab eight pieces be used?

The crabs in the steamer came to the table, steaming hot, and the maids put eight pieces of crabs on the lotus leaf plate.

Small square table, round waist hammer, long-handled axe, long-handled fork, round-headed scissors, tweezers, chisels, and small spoons.The scraper is like a sword, the spoon is like a water bowl, and the crab meat is served by a three-legged jue.

The gold is too soft, the copper is too dirty, and the table is full of silver under the lamp.

Zheng Heng put the crab on the small table, picked up the round-tip scissors, cut the crab legs and looked at Zheng Zhao: "This crab was sent by my uncle this morning. I heard that it is very plump."

Zheng Zhao reached out and took a crab and ate it. Seeing that it was full of yellow, he poured some ginger vinegar.

"It's a good crab." He moved freely, with a relaxed expression, and there was no trace of embarrassment on his body, but a sense of pride.

Of course Zheng Zhao knew how to use eight pieces of crabs, but what he ate crabs for was a delicious meal. He didn't use them before, and he doesn't use them now.

As for the little tricks of the daughter's family... it can't be a shackle.

He is who he is, and will not become someone else because of it.

"Third Brother is refreshing to eat like this!" Zheng Yu, who was next to him, praised him, and then waved his hand to let the servant girl take away eight pieces of crabs, and he took a crab and ate it with his hands.

Zheng Chi followed suit, but ate even more urgently. Zheng Yu was still holding his claws, and he had already taken the next one.

Zheng Heng lowered his head and squeezed the small hammer around his waist, and kept beating on the crab shell.

Crabs are cold in nature, Xiao Zheng Ling was taken away by the nanny after eating a few mouthfuls, there were only five people left in the room, and the hot pot on the fan stove was changed from rice wine to shochu.

Seeing that the three young masters over there were eating happily, Zheng Qiang covered her mouth and smiled, and said to Zheng Heng in a low voice: "Third sister, what do you think of this new brother? I was worried that he was shabby and rotten before. It's like those scholars who always play in the play."

Zheng Heng ate a shell of crab roe that had been picked out, and his expression was not as happy as Zheng Qiang, but he also joked: "It's my brother after all, how can you think so?"

Zheng Qiang poured herself a glass of boiling hot shochu, and said while drinking: "Now I think I was wrong. I have been seeing how unsightly Fourth Brother is for so long. How can there be anyone who can't bear it?"

"Crabs can't stop your mouth." Zheng Heng shook his head and sighed, and said to the maid behind him, "Bring the chrysanthemum here."

On a golden autumn night, when the moon is high, it is advisable to taste crabs, drink wine, and enjoy chrysanthemums with candles.

The maidservants brought two pots of chrysanthemums, one red and one snow white, their petals were like silk like melons, both of them were lush with flowers and leaves, and had a wonderful fragrance. "Cinnabar and red frost, you can see thousands of birds lightly, these two varieties are rare." Zheng Yu's eyes lit up, and he went to the front of the flower to watch carefully, "The red is better than the peony, and the white is better than the lotus. There is no variegation. They really are two pots of good chrysanthemums." .”

"Of course it's a good chrysanthemum. Who can tell you that you can't do it?" Zheng Heng walked over with a smile, and asked the servant girl to prepare four sets of paper and pens, "I am the host, and I will not participate in your poetry. Three glasses of wine."

"Pfft." Zheng Qiang laughed so hard that the flowers and branches trembled wildly.

"Fourth sister, what are you laughing at?" Zheng Heng asked.

Zheng Qiang glanced at the three brothers, covered her stomach, walked to Zheng Heng's ear, and whispered, "It's meaningless for me to laugh at the third sister. The fourth brother must be the one who got drunk by you tonight. Look over there!" He's still scratching his head, what a pity, hahahaha."

Zheng Heng ignored her when he heard the words, just put away the rhyme card box, and said to the three elder brothers: "There is no limit to rhymes tonight, it's better to get a good sentence."

Zheng Yu beamed with joy, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Well, I don't like restricted rhymes the most. A good poem will only care about being difficult for others, and it's like archery. Whoever is faster and has more wins. A belly full of good sentences is overwhelmed by rhymes. limit, the resulting poems are a waste of pen and ink.”

"You talk a lot of nonsense." Zheng Qiang cursed with a smile, and then said to Zheng Heng, "Third Sister, light some incense, I don't want to talk to him."

Zheng Heng nodded, and the maid beside him lit a stick of Xiaolanxiang.

In the quiet fragrance, the four of them dispersed separately.Zheng Yu and the maids teased, this sister has good rouge, and that sister has oily hair.Zheng Zhao pushed the door open, and Zheng Chi moved a twig and sat in front of the chrysanthemum, sweating after scratching his ears and cheeks.Zheng Qiang handed a handkerchief to the fourth brother, and picked up a crooked one on the couch inside, playing with it with her hands, the red chrysanthemum set off it was as white as jade.

"I have it, I have it, thank you, sister." Zheng Yu bowed to a maidservant, laughed and walked to the desk, took a pen and ink, threw the poem scroll at Zheng Heng, turned around and said to the brothers and sisters who were still thinking, " Looks like brother Yu is going to get there first."

Zheng Heng received the poem volume, but didn't open it to read it. He just asked Zheng Chi who was in front of the flower: "Fourth brother, do you have any poems?"

Zheng Chi said: "If there is, let me think about it again, don't rush, don't rush me." As he spoke, he paced back and forth anxiously.

"I'm sleepy." Zheng Qiang yawned and got up from the couch, wrote a poem, opened her eyes and daubed it again, and handed it to Zheng Heng, "Sister, I'm going out to blow some air. "Before Zheng Heng could speak, she put on her cloak and went out.

The moon and stars were thin, Zheng Qiang saw the third brother sitting on the railing, the phoenix leaves fell on his clothes, but he was motionless, like a dusty wood carving in a Buddhist hall.

"Third brother!" She smiled and patted him on the shoulder from behind. Seeing him looking back at her, she smiled even more happily, "The second brother has already handed it in, and the fourth brother said that he has a draft."

Zheng Zhao looked at this younger sister who had tipped him off. She was only fourteen years old, with a golden hairpin on her head, and her face was flushed with alcohol, which seemed a little rich and noble.

"Does Third Brother have any poems?" she asked.

"Not yet." Zheng Zhao shook his head. After he went out, he has been distracted, thinking about his life, and he didn't even think about a poem.

Hearing this, Zheng Qiang lifted the curtain and went into the room, then came out again after a while, and said, "Third brother, there is only one inch of incense left."

Before they finished speaking, a servant girl came out of the house, walked in front of them, and said with a salute: "The fourth young master has also finished transcribing, and the third young lady said that she is going to read the paper, please invite the third young master and the fourth young lady to enter the room. "

"Fourth brother finished writing too?" Zheng Qiang asked back.

"Yes." The servant girl smiled and opened the curtain, "The fourth young master is very happy, and even said he would reward us."

Zheng Qiang wrinkled her nose lightly, and seeing her third brother enter the room without paying attention, she couldn't help doubting her eyesight.Gold and jade are outside, and mischief is inside. She couldn't have learned this lesson at a young age, right?

"Fourth sister, hurry up." Zheng Heng saw that Zheng Qiang had also returned and said with a smile, "I'll read the poems when everyone is here." As she spoke, she was about to open the scroll.

"Wait." It was Zheng Chi who interrupted her, and he walked up to Zheng Zhao with a jug of wine, his eyes faintly colored, "Third brother, you are a scholar, why haven't you written any poems yet? This jug You should drink the wine first."

Hearing what he said, Zheng Qiang turned her head away in disgust, but she didn't speak for Zheng Zhao.

"Fourth brother, I'm the boss. I have the final say on how to punish the wine." Zheng Heng took the jug from Zheng Chi's hand, she lowered her head and smiled, and said slowly, "I will punish the third brother to respect Tao Ranzhai every day." A pot of bar for everyone, including the waiters outside."

The maids who serve close to the house are all tight-lipped, and most of the wins and losses are confined to one room. If you count the maids outside, after the toast tonight, everyone in the Ming Dynasty will know that he can't write poetry, and he will be punished by the maids. Toast jokes.

"Good sister, this is not a punishment, this is clearly a reward." Before Zheng Zhao could speak, Zheng Yu complained, "I don't know some maids yet, why did I get to know others first? Besides, how can I get along with so many girls?" If a child drinks alcohol, even if he dies drunk, it is worth it today."

Zheng Heng smiled without saying a word, just looked at Zheng Zhao and asked, "What do you think, Third Brother?"

Zheng Zhao smiled and pointed to the incense burner on the case: "It hasn't burned yet."

Zheng Heng unfolded the poem scroll, shook his head and said with a smile: "Then I'll read the poem first, and third brother will wait to laugh at Lan Xiangjin."

The first one is Zheng Yu's, the poem is like the man, with countless beautiful characters carved, like a tower of seven treasures, dazzling the eyes.

The second one is Zheng Qiang's poem, which is written in light language, bright and clear, and its freshness is very different from the glamorous appearance of her face.

Zheng Zhao picked up the pen and brushed it away, just as he was laughing at Lan Xiangjin.

"Third brother finished writing." Zheng Heng's expression remained unchanged, he put his poem volume aside, picked up Zheng Chi's poem to read again, and commented: "Fourth brother wrote very neatly."

Zheng Qiang snickered as she leaned on the maid's shoulder, it was not easy for the third sister to come up with such a compliment.Although the fourth brother is capable of poetry, his talents and learning are comparable to the second brother's, but after careful study, the two of them are quite different.

The fourth brother is slightly higher than the second brother in art, and the second brother is far better than the fourth brother in miscellaneous studies.Moreover, he is blunt and inflexible, and writing poems is also regarded as writing stereotyped articles, rigid and mediocre.

"It's the third brother's." Zheng Heng finally picked up Zheng Zhao's poem scroll, glanced at it and said with a smile, "Suddenly there is a good poem in my eyes, and the arrangement of syntax is hard to find...Third brother, you have the suspicion of making up a sentence. .”

Zheng Zhao bowed his head and folded his hands, but he didn't speak.

"It would be very interesting to make up a sentence, let me have a look." Zheng Yu said as he took the poem volume, and after reading the complete poem, his reaction was quite different from Zheng Heng's, and he repeatedly clapped his hands and praised: "Wonderful, really Wonderful, the first couplet is wonderful, and the last couplet is even better."

Zheng Qiang raised her eyebrows, and also came over to read the poem, only Zheng Chi stood there with a strange expression.

The first two sentences of the poem are very simple, and the method of line drawing outlines the shape of the chrysanthemum, and the last two sentences are very freehand, deliberately using escape sentences to leave blank, and seduce the readers to guess and try to figure it out. This is not only wonderful, but also deeply understands people's hearts.After all, poetry is written by people and read by people.

As far as Zheng Zhao was concerned, the purpose of going to this poetry meeting was to live a more comfortable life before the autumn of August, but he didn't have to compete to be the first to show off.But in other words, it may be difficult for him to keep out of the limelight.

"Hahahaha, it seems that the fourth brother should drink this wine in the end." Zheng Qiang slapped the table and laughed, picked up the pot of wine and stuffed it into Zheng Chi's arms, "fourth brother, please go to toast."

"I heard that the fourth young master is going to toast." The maids all smiled and brought a cup over, singing and singing in front of him, which made Zheng Yu envious for a while.

Zheng Chi stood there with a blushing face, holding the flagon still and not moving.

The leader was a well-dressed maid. She smiled and held up an empty glass and asked, "We are all here, why don't we have a sip of wine? Will Fourth Young Master pour us wine?"

"You guys deserve me to pour the wine!" Zheng Chi suddenly threw the jug on the ground, "If the second brother offered you a toast, you would have filled the glass by yourself and waited. It's not my wife's life to bully me."

Then he turned around, pointed at Zheng Zhao angrily, and said, "Why is his poem better than mine? He didn't even finish his poem, so he made up a sentence. You all know that the master values ​​him, and you are all afraid of the master. If you offend him, come and make me cheap!"

Zheng Heng stepped forward to try to persuade him, but was pushed and staggered back a few steps. Fortunately, Zheng Yu held him up in time.Zheng Chi saw it, but walked out without looking back.The maid at the door didn't know, and wanted to keep the fourth young master when she saw him leave.

Zheng Qiang said coldly: "Don't stop him, let him go."

When he left, the maids retreated.Zheng Heng, who was pushed and disturbed, was fine, but Zheng Qiang, who was on the other side, was crying, tears streaming down his face.