Inside the High Wall [Quick Transmigration]

Yinge Village is only [-] miles away from the canal. There is a butcher shop named Julong in the village, which has been selling "Xianfan Meat" for two generations, the most famous of which is pork urine soaked in pork.Maybe that's why it's called Xiamor meat, after all, the original name makes people lose their appetite.As for the meat that descends from the mortal world, it is mostly because the best days that people can think of are the days of immortals.

The waiter put the sliced ​​meat on the table, it was red, oily, and fragrant.

Zheng Zhao picked up a piece of pig's head, and didn't put it into his mouth in a hurry, but looked carefully at the light. The pig's skin was very clean, with almost no lint.He put the pork head meat in his mouth, it was fragrant and glutinous, fat but not greasy.Although the pork is used for all kinds of meat, there is absolutely no fishy smell in the taste.

"His family is very particular. He washes his intestines and stomachs with urine, and grabs the oil with salt. Wansheng often comes here to buy a few catties of wine." Seeing Zheng Zhao's curiosity, Jiang Yubai said enthusiastically, "I'm going down to earth now." Another advantage of meat is that it can be stored for half a month in winter without changing its taste, and it can be stored for three to five days in hot summer. If Luanying likes it, you can bring some back today.”

Zheng Zhao was noncommittal when he heard the words, and only concentrated on eating the meat.It's fun to say, this pig offal is something that the rich don't want to eat, so the price is low, but once the poor try to make food, the rich flock to it.

Thinking like this, after eating about five or six slices, Zheng Zhao put down his chopsticks.

Jiang Yubai saw that he ate deliciously and sweetly before, but he didn't eat more, and asked in surprise, "Why did Luanying stop chopsticks, is it not to your taste?"

Down to earth meat is delicious, but you can't eat too much.Zheng Zhao is not the old Tie who only pursues the delicious taste of food and focuses on his appetite. Although he wants to eat happily, he still has concerns.Although pork is mellow and fragrant, it is more important to keep it light and healthy.

"It's enough." Zheng Zhao drank the clear soup.

People say that he is free and unrestrained, but he himself knows that the so-called casualness is within the rules, but it is not in line with the public.Take a Jinshi exam, become a scholar, and then refuse to travel far away, but if you really don't care about famous teachings, you won't take the exam.

Zheng Zhao put down the spoon and went out for a walk now that he was full.

He also wanted to act entirely on his own will, but before he acted, there were always too many guesses, so that he looked forward and backward, was timid, and wanted to have fun but couldn't.These sounds easy to solve, but in fact they are difficult, because these guesses are always true.

"Further to the east is Jingning Temple, and the mud temple Chunhui, one of the ten scenic spots in Linqing, refers to this place." Jiang Yubai is still with Zheng Zhao. He is from Linqing, and he has interesting stories about Linqing. They all come at their fingertips, introducing the customs and customs of Linqing, and they are eloquent and eloquent.

Zheng Zhao likes this way more than a casual tour, but...

"Yue Bai, Wei Changfeng and I don't have a good relationship. If you ask Wei Changfeng for something, it's a waste of time to work on me."

Jiang Yubai was startled when he heard the words, and quickly waved his hands and said, "I'm not asking Wei Changfeng for something." After he finished speaking, he glanced at the calm Zheng Zhao, as if he didn't expect him to say such a thing.

Zheng Zhao saw clearly what happened in front of the Wuxiang tree. Jiang Yubai was a cynic, and Zhu Chengchou was bragging about himself, but he asked for peace because of Wei Changfeng.Being the host may be due to gratitude or admiration for fame, but Jiang Yubai's personality, such a company, must ask Wei Changfeng for something.

Zheng Zhao changed his words in a polite manner, and asked with a smile: "Then why are you looking for Wei Changfeng?"

"Really not..." Jiang Yubai was about to deny it again, but suddenly recalled that he was the one who was talking loudly just now, and Zheng Zhao just listened carefully and rarely said his own thoughts.It was indeed as gentle as the rumors, and getting along with him was like a spring breeze, but now that he thought about it carefully, he didn't have the slightest intention of heart-to-heart, and the spring was cold in his bones.

Jiang Yubai gritted his teeth and admitted: "I do have something to ask Wei Changfeng."

Zheng Zhao said: "Wei Changfeng is in the capital." If you want to find him, you should set off for the capital.

"Wansheng knows that Wei Changfeng is in the Hanlin Academy in the capital." Jiang Yubai said, "Wei Changfeng is a leader in the world, and he is appreciated by the chief assistant. If a student of Wansheng goes to knock on the door to ask for an interview, he will definitely not see anyone."

He wanted to believe it, but Zheng Zhao knew Jiang Yubai's purpose, so he said truthfully: "Wei Changfeng and I do have a casual relationship. He is from Linqing, and my father is in the village. It is more useful for you to go there than to come here."

"I went to the Wei Mansion and returned empty-handed. Before Wei Changfeng left, he told his old father that no matter who came to ask for anything, he would not agree." Jiang Yubai cupped his hands and said, "You and Wei Changfeng are also known as the Shuangbi of the Imperial College. No one in the forest knows, no one knows, I can only come to beg you."

"Why don't I give it to you?" Zheng Zhao asked.

Jiang Yubai said: "Wansheng can only beg in front of your house every day." He obviously planned to pester him endlessly.

Zheng Zhao raised his eyebrows and asked back: "Since you can ask for letters in front of my door every day, why can't you ask for an interview in front of Wei Changfeng's door every day? There are many people in the capital, so he will definitely let you in."

Jiang Yubai bowed and bowed, "The late student just wants to save a little bit of scholarly face."

"You have face with me like this?" Zheng Zhao smiled and said casually, "Even if I send you a letter, you will have face when you go to see Wei Changfeng, but sooner or later he will know what you did in Linqing Because, maybe even in the letter."

"Wan Sheng only wants a momentary face in front of Wei Changfeng." Jiang Yubai didn't get up, "Before he reads the letter, Wan Sheng will say what he wants."

The meaning behind his words is that once he tells why he went to Wei Changfeng, Wei Changfeng will not notice the letter.This is Jiang Yubai's confidence in his eloquence, and also his confidence in what he has to say.A student who has complained about the county school wants to find a local Jinshi and has to save face. What's the matter?

It is almost known that the Southland College has become a common practice, and people in the same college take care of each other and help each other in their careers, which has long replaced the party faction formed by geography.Before Changfeng was cleared, he hadn't been a Jinshi for five years.Zheng Zhao helped Jiang Yubai up, and asked, "You want to call Changfeng to form a society of scholars?"

Jiang Yubai was shocked, and stared at Zheng Zhao in disbelief. He only planned this matter in his heart and never told anyone about it. How did Zheng Luanying know?

He solemnly said: "Although the late students are only freshmen, the most in Daliang Shilin are the freshmen. There may not be a place where there are no scholars, but there must be talents. The freshmen can see officials without worshiping, and they can participate in local government affairs. The association of students means that they have established roots in various places."

Formation of cliques for private interests has never been repeated repeatedly, and has always been deeply rooted.

But this is indeed a good idea. If the low-level scholars can be used like their arms, and officials and students can feed back up and down, it will be a huge net.But there is a huge prerequisite for this, that is, the net can be tied.

Wei Changfeng was the number one scholar and was the head of the Imperial College. He is famous and convincing, and he is also a native of Linqing. It couldn't be more suitable.

Zheng Zhao closed his eyes and sighed, and said, "I can't give you the letter, but if you go to the capital to ask Wei Changfeng and tell him about the association, even if you lose face at the door, he will seriously consider it."

Jiang Yubai frowned, struggled for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your advice, brother."

Zheng Zhao smiled slightly. Jiang Yubai wanted face, but he actually wanted to compete with the officials for status in the society as a student.In the early stage of the association, this is no different from being a car with the arms of a mantis. It is better to just give up, and it seems sincere. His choice is good.

...why is he thinking these things?

Zheng Zhao couldn't help but tapped his forehead with a fan. He hated temples, but he didn't necessarily forget temples at all, no wonder he always pretended to be presumptuous.

Jiang Yubai felt smug when he got a point, he didn't see Zheng Zhao's annoyance, and his eyes were full of rushing to the capital to discuss the association with Wei Changfeng, and he bowed again and said goodbye.

After taking a walk, Zheng Zhao went back to the house, wrote down the recipe for the mortal meat, and then opened the picture of the old pine tree and looked at the candlelight.The writing is hasty, the ink lines are not at the best point, and the pine branches are a little monotonous, but he can draw better.

Xu said that the story in front of the Wuxiang tree was widely spread, and Zheng Zhao spent his days in Linqing relatively leisurely.

After sleeping until noon and getting up in the afternoon, to wash and eat, he took Pinghu and Danghu to paint ancient pine trees, and walked back at dusk.When I get home, I have dinner and go to the study to look at the pine that I drew one day, and try to figure out how to use the brush tomorrow.He didn't go to the eastern suburbs until the scorching summer.

At the end of June, there was no cool breeze in Linqing City, and he was sweating everywhere he went. Zheng Zhaoxian sorted out all the drawings at home, some were burned, some were kept, and some were still readable, but not enough to keep.It should be sold, but how?To polish the brush, to polish the brush, it is only when people come to ask for a painting to polish the brush, and it is the painter who sells the painting for money.For paintings of the same size and size, he has a few hundred taels, and the painter has a few taels. Throughout the ages, only poor scholars have sold paintings in the downtown area.

Zheng Zhao frowned. It's a pity that these paintings were burned, and it was just right to take them out and sell them.And once he sells paintings openly and aboveboard, without the fig leaf of Runbi, which is a fig leaf for scholars, I am afraid that Jiangnan and Jiangbei will provoke criticism.The public opinion should start from the love of money, through the fact that he has no literati style, and finally extended to his poor painting, which is not worth the price.

In a sense, the quality of a painting has nothing to do with how much it is worth.

The value of a painting has more to do with its reputation. If there are many people who are famous and recognized, it can be sold for a good price.Zheng Zhao took out a plum from the porcelain basin of crushed ice, and while eating, he wondered where his fame came from.

First, when I was thrushing the fourth sister's eyebrows. At that time, the fame should have come from the Duke Qing's mansion, and the game makeup of the nobles was from top to bottom.Then Linqing wrote a thousand-character prose for Chengzhizhai. His fame came from the leisurely chapters with Lan Zhuan. Merchants voted for scholars, bottom-up.The painting of red plums in the capital is the result of the convergence of the two.In the end, Jinshi refused to be an official, relying entirely on the influence of the imperial examination itself on Daliang.

Although there were calligraphy and painting first, and then Jinshi refused to be an official, but more people should first know that there was a Jinshi who refused to be an official, and then they knew that he was good at calligraphy and painting, which deepened the impression of calligraphy and painting.

Therefore, the quality of his paintings has less influence on the price of his calligraphy and paintings than the quality of his paintings that people say.

It should be cleaned up and burned...

Zheng Zhao put the plum cores into a small dish with hundreds of patterns, got up and picked up his tasteless sketches that had been put aside.He reached out and took out one, and put it in the brazier. The fire burned half of the drawing, and the ashes and sparks intertwined.He stood up and left the brazier with the remaining drawings in his arms.

If you care about the price, isn’t embellishment the same as selling paintings? What’s the point of deceiving yourself?

"Pinghu, go set up a shop."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-02-2701:28:10~2020-02-2801:44:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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