Yipin Farmer

Ting Hui lived in the west wing room at the last entrance of the East Kua Courtyard, sleeping soundly wrapped in a quilt.

Ting Shuang patted him: "Second brother, get up and have breakfast."

"Hmm..." Ting Hui groaned and continued to sleep.

"You are so old and you still sleep late, Daddy is angry."

"Don't bother me." Ting Hui didn't even open his eyes.

Ting Shuang was a little angry. Although he wanted to live a safe and prosperous life, he didn't want to eat and wait for death and do nothing. He really wanted to do something. Now he can't even wake up his younger brother. It's really...

"Little boy, I don't believe I can't even do this well." Ting Shuang was annoyed, ran to the window and opened it, the cold air rushed into the room, and then went back to the bed, grabbed someone and rolled the quilt up side.

Ting Hui shivered and curled up into a ball: "What are you doing?"

"Get up, I'm going to beat you if I don't mind." Ting Shuang forcibly picked him up, "If you stay in bed again, I'll deal with you like this."

Ting Hui got up reluctantly with a pout, and the maid Xiaomei held back a smile and came over to take care of washing and dressing.

Ting Shuang ordered: "Xiaomei, if the second young master stays in bed in the future, you should open all the windows and roll up the quilt."

"I dare not." Xiaomei covered her mouth and smiled.

"He dares to get angry, you tell me, and I will teach him a lesson."

After the family had breakfast, they sent their parents, Meng Kejian, to the store in a mule cart to take care of the business, while Yang took care of the housework. Ting Shuang was embarrassed to just enjoy the ready-made, and wanted to do something for her parents, but after figuring it out, she realized that she was a Useless waste material, what I learned was difficult to find a job in the previous life, and it is even more useless in this era. I want to learn it all over again, but I don’t know where to start. Although I know that the biggest wish of my parents is to hope that some of my sons will be able to pass the exam. It is really difficult to look at the book with vertical typesetting traditional characters and unbroken sentences. It is impossible to test for merit. Learning to do business does not understand the rules of this era and even the fineness of silver.

Ting Shuang was lying on the bed thinking about something, and felt her body stiff, so she jogged around the garden and prepared to take a swim in the pond. She put on a pose she thought was cool, and jumped into the pond with a beautiful fish leap.

"Ouch..." Ting Shuang gritted her teeth and scratched her head as she got up. The water in the pool was only up to her knees, and she couldn't swim, so she threw her head in vain.

I had to lie on the ground and do push-ups.

One time, two times, three times...

In school, he can do more than 100 push-ups in one go, and his arms are very strong.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Ting Hui squatted down and looked at him curiously, "There is no beautiful woman under your body, isn't your hard work in vain?"

Ting Ke fell to the ground laughing, and the maid blushed and turned her back.

After a while, Ting Shuang realized what she meant, her arms went limp, and she lay on the ground with a "ba chi".

He jumped up and punched him: "Boy, what are you talking about? It's too impure."

Ting Hui ran away with his head in his arms: "Don't hit me, someone posted a post for us."

"What's the matter?" Ting Shuang took the post and saw that it was vertically typed traditional characters without punctuation, so she didn't bother to think about it, and threw it back to him.

"Luo Fengnian invited us to practice riding and archery."

"Okay." Ting Shuang was bored and excited when he heard that there was something interesting to do. In his previous life, he knew how to shoot arrows, won prizes in city-wide competitions, and threw darts very accurately.

"Who is Luo Fengnian?" Ting Shuang asked again.

"He is your best friend and your classmate when you were in school. Now his father has been promoted to the prefect of Kaifeng, have you forgotten?"

Ting Shuang concealed and said: "Oh, I was in a coma for a few days, and I couldn't remember some things when I woke up."

Ting Hui and Ting Ke are young and careless, and they don't care.

The three brothers went back to the Kuayuan to change their clothes when they went out, but they met their mother Yang.

"Where are you going?"

Ting Shuang posted a post: "A friend invited us to practice riding and archery."

Yang frowned, and said firmly, "You are not allowed to go."

Ting Shuang didn't understand and asked, "Why?"

Practicing riding and archery is good for the body and mind, why not go?Moreover, isn't riding and shooting rewarded in this dynasty?Was his previous knowledge of history wrong?His knowledge of history comes from history textbooks and novels by Er Yuehe and Ling Li, and his knowledge of ancient life comes from "Dream of Red Mansions", so there shouldn't be much deviation.

Mrs. Yang taught with a straight face: "Don't think that I don't know what it means to practice riding and archery. The regulations of this dynasty prohibit gambling. But in order to reward riding and archery, gambling with archery is unavoidable. Therefore, some people take advantage of this Gambling with arrows is an empty game. Gambling is the easiest thing for people to learn to be bad. Anyone who participates in gambling is not a decent person. You are not allowed to go to that kind of place to play with dubious people."

Ting Shuang was taken aback, it turned out that there was such a trick in it.I think of what was written in "A Dream of Red Mansions", when Jia Zhen was in mourning, in order to relieve her boredom, she used archery as a pretense to gamble together, attracting a bunch of messy people to have fun.I didn't pay much attention to it when I was reading it. I thought it was the extravagant life of Jia's dude, but I didn't expect that this kind of play has a social basis. Jia Zhen is not a good thing, and this kind of person's play is probably not very good.

The brothers returned to their residence dejectedly.

Ting Hui said: "My mother is really lenient. We are all so old, and we still don't know what to do? What's wrong with everyone playing archery together? As long as we don't bet on the big ones, we will win."

"Since mother doesn't want us to go, let's not go, don't make her angry." Ting Ke obediently obeyed his mother's discipline.

Ting Hui satirized him: "You are really a good baby."

"My parents are old and experienced, so it makes sense to say that we are not allowed to go."

"It's time for you to get married, but look at you, when will you grow up? Do you have to go home and ask your parents if you can do anything before you start a family? It's really useless."

"It's not a matter of success." Ting Ke retorted, "If it's wrong, you shouldn't do it."

"Brother, what do you think?" Ting Hui asked the boss for his opinion.

Ting Shuang was a little hesitant. In his previous life, he had no parents and was used to being free and easy. Now that he has parents here, he is really not used to being disciplined and restrained all of a sudden.He is so old, can't he still tell the difference between good and bad?He likes archery. He really wants to see what archery was like in ancient times. Besides, his hair is almost growing when he is bored at home. It is really uncomfortable not to go out to play.

"We...we'd better go and have a look quietly, it's fine if we don't participate in the gambling." Ting Shuang still couldn't bear the temptation.

"Brother is right." Ting Hui cheered up.

Ting Ke scratched his head: "I... don't think this is good, my mother told me not to let us go."

"Then you can stay at home and hold the chicken baby." Ting Hui gave him a glare and pulled Ting Shuang out.

The two of them went out quietly through the back door of the kitchen with their respective servants, not daring to hail the family's car, and planned to hire a car on the street after going out of the street.

As soon as he came out of the street, he met a beautiful carriage. A young man poked his head out and invited Ting Hui to play in the Piaoxiangyuan.

Ting Shuang thought that Piaoxiang Courtyard was not a good place, and was about to object, but that person was Ting Hui's best friend Su Peng, and the two often played together. When Ting Hui heard that a new girl had arrived, Ting Hui couldn't help but I was curious, so I followed Su Peng to the Piaoxiangyuan.

Only Ting Shuang was left to take his servant to Luo Fengnian's house to practice archery safely.

When he got off at Luo's house, he had his own servants to take care of the chariots and horses, and a clever young man led him to Shepu.

It was Meng Tingshuang's friend Luo Fengnian who played the game. Seeing that Tingshuang was in good health, he went to greet other people and let him sit freely. Many of the friends present were friends of Meng Tingshuang. He came up to greet and chat with them, but Ting Shuang didn't know them, so he had to smile and say some nonsensical words.

"Hey, Second Master Bao is here, please." Luo Fengnian went up to greet a young son graciously.

Ting Shuang was attracted attention.

Master Bao?

Haha, is there still sister Lin?

Ting Shuang looked at the person who came, and saw that this young man was slender, wearing a moon-white gown, with a lake-colored cloak floating on his body, with vigorous steps, sword eyebrows and star eyes, red lips and white teeth, personable and elegant.

Ting Shuang stared intently, thinking: "The so-called Yushu Linfeng looks like this. If you are a model in modern times, with this figure and temperament, it will definitely be a good clothes rack."

As soon as this person came in, he attracted everyone's attention. It seemed that he was also used to other people's stares. He glanced at the pair of surprised and admiring eyes indifferently, and did not greet others. There is no one in sight.

"Who is this person? So rude." Some people whispered.

"It's definitely not an ordinary person." The people next to him guessed, "Luo Fengnian is the son of the magistrate, and his father is a local parent official. If he is so flattering and respectful to him, it can be seen that this person has a lot of background."

The host Luo Fengnian introduced to the guests: "This Mr. Bao is a nobleman from the capital. It's his first time here. He heard that archery is practiced here, so he appreciates it. We will all be friends from now on."

"This son is definitely a person of high status, maybe he is a member of the royal family and aristocrats." Said a young man in an azurite jacket.

"how do you know?"

"Look at his demeanor, he is not the son of an ordinary official. In addition, Young Master Luo flattered him so much, but only said that he was a nobleman from the capital, and did not directly mention his identity and name. In addition, his address, Probably full."

"That's right. Brother Chen is right. But, which one here is not a rich man, what is he dragging?"

"Generally Manchu families have very strict rules. Men don't need to salute each other when they meet, and they kiss each other, and women squat down to comfort each other when they meet. It's ridiculous to say auspicious words." That Mr. Chen laughed, looking very dismissive. .

"That's not it, I also greet my brothers. When I come back from the outside and ask how the rest of the family are, even relatives far away ask, and it's not too annoying. I heard that they eat boiled meat without salt during the festival. How do you eat it?" Going down? You don't think it's disgusting."

"Yeah, they don't call dumplings dumplings, they call them dumplings, and they fry the noodles in a pot, which is really weird." Others followed suit and talked about the customs of Manchurians, which was very funny.

Ting Shuang could see that these people were very repulsive to Mr. Bao. He didn't know if it was because he was a Manchu, or because his outstanding demeanor was enviable.

Ting Shuang has been listening to their conversation without interrupting, and feels that it is not good for these people to speak behind their backs like this.He has been educated in national unity since he was a child, and he has no rejection of ethnic minorities other than the Han nationality, so he is very pleasing to the eyes of Mr. Bao, and smiles at him from a distance.

Because it is a practice of archery, not a serious banquet, the table is simple fruit tea, and there are sixty white porcelain fruit plates on the table, which are filled with dim sum fruits of various colors. The dried fruits include candied walnuts, almonds, pine nuts, spiced peanuts and the like.Candied fruit includes candied dates, peach sticks, and green plums.Fresh fruits include lotus seeds, water chestnuts, and oranges.Desserts include yam cakes, chestnut cakes, jujube cakes, and cheese.

Ting Shuang tasted each of them, thinking that this fruit tea is similar to foreign afternoon tea or modern tea parties, but it is a pity that modern people forget their ancestors and think that these are all from foreign countries.

There were also some people who didn't drink tea, and the wine was relatively light wine. Those young gentlemen present secretly teased Mr. Bao, and someone walked up to Mr. Bao with a wine glass, and it was Mr. Chen who took the lead in making fun of the Manchus.

"Master Bao, it's the first time we meet, let me offer you a toast."

Mr. Bao glanced sideways at the wine vessel in his hand. It was a shining agate-embedded amphora silver cup with a capacity of nearly three buckets. Although the taste of the wine was light, it was still strong enough to drink from a cup.

Mr. Bao smiled slightly, and took the silver cup.

"Wait a minute." Mr. Chen stopped, "According to our rules, the guests who come here for the first time must drink the whole cup, and must drink it in one sitting to show their sincerity."

Drinking such a large glass of wine in one breath is a bit difficult. Ting Shuang was a little dissatisfied with these people, and couldn't help but said: "I will shoot arrows later. Drinking so much wine now will make the archers tremble."

After hearing this, Mr. Bao looked at him, smiled at him, said nothing, took the silver cup, like a long whale sucking water, took a few big gulps to suck out a small half, and drank without resting his head until the silver cup was tipped upside down. .

After drinking, he praised: "Good wine."

Holding the silver cup upside down to signal to the crowd, his eyes were clear, and he looked at the stunned crowd.

"Good drinker." Ting Shuang was the first to applaud, breaking the silence in the hall.

"Okay, okay." Everyone also shouted.

The owner Luo Fengnian came forward to say hello: "Now, let's go to the garden to shoot swans."

Ting Shuang followed the crowd to the garden, and only then did she see what happened to the ancient Shehu.

The shooting range is to set up a long place in the garden for archery. There are five open halls in the north, with tables and chairs, tea and fruit for people to rest, and tables with pens and inkstones for recording the victory and defeat.

There are several kinds of swan sheds in the south, and there are several kinds of shooting swans.One is shooting swans, with targets hanging high, one circle and one trap with many layers, and the red heart in the middle is called "central eye", commonly known as "sheep's eye".The second is to shoot the cloth, draw a mark on the cloth as a target, the cloth is soft and it is not easy to shoot.The third is silk shooting. The red silk is hung on a high place as a target for people to shoot. It is soft and small, not to mention fluttering with the wind, which is similar to shooting a live target.The fourth is to shoot incense heads. At night, light the incense sticks and place them in the distance, and shoot a little bit of incense heads at a distance of a hundred steps.

Ting Shuang felt that his forehead was sweating. At his level, it was okay to shoot a dead target in modern times. In ancient times, both cloth and silk would be ugly, let alone the incense head. Such a small incense head, Can't even see clearly, let alone shoot.I really shouldn't come here to make a fool of myself, now it's too late to regret it, I'd better choose an easier shot, not too conspicuous.