"In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu."

"Thousands of households always exchange new peaches for old charms."

Since Wang Anshi of the Northern Song Dynasty wrote this poem, pasting Spring Festival couplets has gradually become an indispensable part of the people's New Year.

The custom of Spring Festival couplets originated in the Song Dynasty and prevailed in the Ming and Qing dynasties, even if the family was poor, they had to prepare paper, make dim sum, and ask the old master of the private school to write a pair of Spring Festival couplets.

However, the time for posting the Spring Festival is not necessarily, and there are local customs and habits in various places, such as the 28th or 29th of the lunar month in the north, and some places in the south are posted on Chinese New Year's Eve or the first day of the new year.

Of course, at least in Qian Mansion, from top to bottom, there were basically all southerners, and until the morning of Chinese New Year's Eve, a group of people giggled and wrote dozens of Spring Festival stickers everywhere.

This is a relatively rare and should be said to be a very rare situation, generally speaking, Chinese New Year's Eve is an important holiday for family reunions, and it is almost impossible to go to the door.

But this year is an exception, firstly, because of the fear of the Japanese Kou cutting off the canal, so many wealthy southeastern scholars have gone to Beijing in advance, and secondly, because of the tandem of the first two days, plus the Jinyi guard will Xu Wei come over, more than a dozen Shaoxing scholars were kept by Qian Yuan, and even the entourage and scholars followed.

Qian Zheng stood at the gate of the courtyard, looking up at the two big characters carved in stone on the circular arch.

"Suiyuan".

Hey, with such a nephew, I really don't know whether to cry or laugh...... Yesterday, Qian Zheng and his wife couldn't help but reprimand Qian Yuan a few words, one of which was "too casual", and then Qian Yuan had a flash of inspiration and blurted out, "Then call it Suiyuan." ”

Yuan Mei had to cry to death......

However, Suiyuan is quite matched, at least it is quite worthy of Qian Yuan's two maids Keqing and Xiangling, because the Suiyuan in history was built by Cao Yin, a weaver in Jiangning, and later belonged to Yuan Mei, which is the prototype of the Grand View Garden in the Dream of Red Mansions.

Well, Suiyuan's reputation in history is mainly because of the "Suiyuan Cookbook", maybe the "Suiyuan Cookbook" in this life will come out in advance, and it will be better.

Walking a few steps inside, I saw seven or eight long tables in the open space from a distance, and everyone was rolling up their sleeves and splashing ink, and from time to time there were cheers...... Well, mixed with individual sarcastic words, Xu Wei is so virtuous.

"This one is well written." Qian Yuan praised: "You have to hang it at the gate...... Look at what, what you wrote is too dry and too thin, not festive! ”

Xu Wei was so angry that he had nothing to say, and there was a standard of "festive" in evaluating calligraphy?

"Brother Gangsheng." Zhang Juzheng put down his pen and smiled: "I'm smiling." ”

Qian Yuan's handwriting can only be said to be decent and has no aura, but Qian Zheng is like his ancestor Hetan Gong, and his poetry and calligraphy are quite famous.

"Uncle." Qian Zheng nodded and glanced at the Spring Festival couplets on the table, "I haven't played card games anymore today." ”

Before Zhang Juzheng and Qian Yuan could answer, someone in the room shouted, "Zhancai, remember to prepare supper tonight, and fight all night ......."

Everyone turned their heads to see that the man was walking out of the door, and he stepped on the air and fell down.

Qian Yuan can only look up at the sky, this guy is Xian Yan, the person of Shaoxing Huiji, the word Bomao, only sixteen years old this year, he may be the youngest person to take the exam in this subject, he is extremely talented, but he is a fun-loving person.

Zhang Ju didn't change his color and heart didn't beat, "There are still two months before the exam, everyone knows the severity, concentrate on preparing for the exam after the year, Brother Gangsheng can rest assured." ”

Qian Zheng's old face was stiff and speechless...... In the past few days, I have not seen Zhang Juzheng rubbing his hempness once or twice, and he is still shouting, and he has no calm appearance in the Hanlin Courtyard.

"Yuan'er, come here." Qian Zheng explained, turned his head and left, took a few steps, turned around and smiled reluctantly: "Everyone, go on, there is no need to be restrained." ”

Looking at the back of the uncle and nephew leaving, Chen Younian muttered: "If Zhancai doesn't pass this subject, it won't be blamed on us, right?" ”

"No, Qian Gangsheng is not that kind of person." Zhang Juzheng knows Qian Zheng very well, after all, mahjong is made by Qian Yuan.

"Anyway, it's just a few days, let's have a good time." This is the most playful Sin Yeong.

Xu Wei sneered: "At that time, if he wen, it was good luck if he was hit, and it was ...... if he didn't hit."

"Phew!" Sun Ling covered Xu Wei's mouth, "You can't just say such things casually!" ”

"This ......" Xu Wei struggled desperately, and said hesitantly: "This is not ...... With the garden? ”

Chen Younian looked at Xu Wei speechlessly, "Wen Chang, you are also a crow, you can't see that you are black, do you want to give you two sticks before entering?" ”

The sound of laughter resounded in the garden.

Laughter could still be heard in the distance, Qian Zheng looked back and asked in a low voice, "Is it all right?" ”

Qian Yuan was stunned for a moment before he smiled and said, "Uncle, don't worry, it's not the first time, it's naturally appropriate." ”

"Not for the first time?"

"Of course not." Qian Yuan blinked, "I was my nephew the year before last, and I was also a ...... in Hangzhou Food Garden last year."

"My nephew in Huizhou has also done it, and my uncle has also tasted it."

"But it's really hard to find things in Beijing, it's all pork and mutton, tofu and cabbage, at most fungus, and there are not many dried fruits, I'm afraid it's not in line with my uncle's appetite......"

Seeing that Qian Zheng's face was a little dark, Qian Yuan patted his chest and said: "But my nephew asked people to transport some winter bamboo shoots from the south, fill the wooden box with moist soil, bury the winter bamboo shoots, and send them to Beijing by speedboat. ”

Qian Zheng couldn't maintain his calm expression anymore, pulled his nephew to walk a few steps, and asked through gritted teeth: "It's about the series!" ”

Qian Yuan, who was eating hot pot at noon, couldn't help but feel full, and asked not the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner?

Qian Zheng went straight to the study with a cold face, and Qian Yuan, who had an embarrassed face, followed all the way.

"Uncle, don't worry, Xu Wei's house is looked down on, and others don't have this mind."

"Uncle Zhang? He fled to Suiyuan and refused to go out. ”

"The Sun family? The nephew and the eldest brother Sun Ling said this, and it should be fine. ”

Qian Yuan said as he looked at the congratulatory watch that had just been written on the table, and at first he spoke very smoothly, but gradually, gradually, his voice lowered.

In the end, Qian Yuan couldn't help but have a series of "cough cough ......"

"Uncle, are you persuading Your Majesty to abandon Xiyuan and return to the palace?" Qian Yuan was speechless.

"I just persuade Your Majesty to work hard, since Xia Guixi, Your Majesty has not been in court for seven or eight years." Qian Zhengchi asked: "Inappropriate? ”

It's not inappropriate!

It's called death!

Qian Yuan sighed, "The last dynasty is just a show, hundreds of officials only have a few words, chanting in front, and they can't hear it in the back, and they can only say five things at most, and it was discussed in advance between His Majesty and the cabinet and the six ministries...... Interesting? ”

"Of course, Mingjun has to go to court, such as Xiaozong is Mingjun." Qian Yuan swallowed, "But if you want to go to court, you have to go back to the palace, right?" ”

Qian Zheng thought for a moment before nodding.

"The story of Jiajing's twenty-one years, has my uncle forgotten?"

In the faint sigh, a layer of sweat broke out from Qian Zheng's body, and he stood up suddenly, his face pale.

In the twenty-first year of Jiajing, a group of palace maids actually had the audacity to assassinate Emperor Jiajing, and they almost succeeded.

Well, if he really dies like this, on the forum of later generations, I am afraid that he can be compared with Jin Jinggong.

From that year onwards, Emperor Jiajing moved out of the palace and rarely went back, until the twenty-sixth year of Jiajing, Empress Fang's family died in a fire, and Emperor Jiajing only lived in Xiyuan except for important festivals.

Qian Yuan raised his head and looked at Qian Zheng, who was still distracted, this uncle, is not just a head iron, maybe his brain is in water! Diagram of the Avenue of the Heavens