Chapter 100: The Deep Pool

The queen mother is dead, the world has not stopped, and the watermelon that should be eaten still has to be eaten, even if it is old-fashioned like Sang Hongyang, he thinks this is reasonable.

"This thing has a high yield, and it doesn't pick the land, and the more sandy the soil, the more barren the watermelons that grow on the rocky beach, the sweeter the watermelons will be.

Poor families can plant one or two acres and exchange them for half a year's rations. ”

Yun Lang ate a piece of watermelon, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and said to Sang Hongyang, who was trying to deal with the watermelon.

Sometimes Yun Lang feels that the Han people are very pitiful.

In addition to the boiled food, it is roasted, or it is raw, and a sheep is boiled in a hundred and ten pounds of bronze tripod, and when it is delivered, it is also necessary for the master to stand on the edge of the bronze tripod and poke it with a knife, and mark it well, so that the servant knows which suitable person to give that piece of meat.

Every time he eats like this at someone else's house, watching the servant tremblingly send most of the fat pork legs, Yun Lang wants to cry.

Sang Hongyang did not encounter any of these in the Yun family, and after eating the watermelon, he became very interested in the Yun family's unique porcelain plates.

Gently tapping has the sound of gold and stone, it does not look like jade, but it is more moist than jade, especially some cyan patterns are inlaid in it, and the appearance of shining in the sun suddenly makes Sang Hongyang's breathing become short.

People who know the goods see good things like this, Yun Lang has seen them many times, from Princess Changping to the poor ghost Dongfang Shuo, everyone will be surprised when they see this thing, as for Cao Xiang, as long as he comes to Yun's family, such surprises are there every day, and after every surprise, he will ask for ......

"Yunhou, is this Tao ......?"

Yun Lang casually threw the porcelain plate in his hand on the table and said, "I invite you to eat rare delicacies in the world, but you pay attention to the plate made of clay, which is a bit tyrannical." ”

Sang Hongyang raised his head helplessly, he really wanted to tell Yun Lang that he had already learned about Yun's exquisite food, but now, he wanted to know more about the origin of these plates.

Even if this thing is Yun's own porcelain kiln, it is difficult to guarantee that it will be fired successfully every time, and as for the fine porcelain like today's meal, it is even more rare to see, and with the dishes that complement the porcelain, the reason why it is taken out is to shock the soil bun of Sang Hongyang.

It's ridiculous to say, Yun Lang likes tea the most, however, after Cao Xiang got the tea from Yun's, he liked to add some messy things to it, put some frosting, dried fruits, and Yun Lang recognized it, Zhao Ponu's bastard thing, and even liked to put mutton fat in it, and it could attract a group of people to follow suit!

In the era when eating fat meat is a blessing, Yun Lang wants to find a person who is used to accompanying him through thick and thin, so he can only rely on himself to cultivate.

Sang Hongyang came to Yunlang's study, originally to judge Yun's loss, and when he opened the door, he saw a beautiful ink painting......

Then, he forgot about the fact that spies had once entered this study, but discussed with Yun Lang the strange new art form of ink landscape.

Seeing that Yun Lang used ink and cinnabar, a few strokes sketched a picture of "Plum Blossoms in the Snow", and Sang Hongyang was shocked that Yunlang was a celestial.

"Change, change is very important, after a new thing is perfected, it should be constantly explored and studied, and in this regard, Your Majesty is at the forefront...... As for a certain family, it's just Dong Shi's imitation. ”

Yun Lang put away the brush without a trace, and pointed to the imperial "Song of the Great Wind" on the front wall of the study and said to Sang Hongyang.

Sang Hongyang's expression was a little solemn, and after carefully observing the calligraphy and painting works of His Majesty the Emperor, he also deliberately arched his hand to show respect.

Seeing that Sang Hongyang had seen the importance of the Yun family in the emperor's heart, Yun Lang took a hand-copied copy of "Spring and Autumn" from the bookshelf and put it in Sang Hongyang's hand and said: "I heard that Dr. Sang has always loved "Spring and Autumn", and today coincides with his meeting, the transcription of "Spring and Autumn" has been completed, a total of six copies, send one to Mr. ”

More than 18,000 words of "Spring and Autumn" copied on the paper only a thin one, Sang Hongyang opened the book, glanced at the neat handwriting inside, read a paragraph, closed the book and sighed: "Devil's axe!" ”

Only then did Yun Lang smile and point to the dense books in Yun's study and say to Sang Hongyang: "Now, Doctor Sang should know what Yun thought at that time after learning that someone had infiltrated my study!"

If those people are taking bamboo slips, even if they take away a hundred catties, what's the matter? How many words can be recorded on a hundred catties of bamboo slips?

However, Huang took away the books! There are as many as 300,000 words, which makes Yun swallow this evil breath! ”

Sang Hongyang stared at the Yun family's tall bookshelf blankly, and said with a long sigh: "It's the old man who takes it for granted, and the Yun family's affairs can't be the same as the affairs of other people."

When he was in Ganquan Palace, the old man still felt that Yunhou roared for a few books, which was too ungraceful.

Taking away 300,000 words, in the old man's house, is to empty the old man's study, which is indeed a little intolerable!

It's just that how did Yong'an Hou conclude that it was the Huang clan who took the Yun clan's secret treasure? ”

Yun Lang pushed open the window and pointed to He Chou You, who was teaching his daughter to practice martial arts with Huo Guang, and said, "What the old ancestor said ......"

Sang Hongyang only glanced at it, then closed the window casually and nodded: "It turns out that the Huang family actually did such a pickled thing behind the old man's back.

Although Yong'an Hou asked, the old man would not stop him! ”

Yun Lang pointed to the Yun Clan Workshop in the distance and said, "Actually, the Yun Clan has begun to study how to dye the silk cloth, and it is still good in terms of progress, among them, red, yellow, and blue have been deployed.

All that's left is to mix with three colors to get the color Yun wants.

The rest is left to the craftsmen, give them enough time, what color can't they get?

And Yun is only one in twenty this year, some are time, and some are patient to wait until the pigment appears.

Dealing with the Huang family is just a normal counterattack by the noble family, and using paint as an excuse just doesn't want to make it difficult for His Majesty.

He, the Huang Clan, can send someone to the Yun Clan to steal this time, and the next time he can come to the Yun Clan to take my head, is it tolerable!

The doctor now understands why Yun Lang is so out of shape in the matter of the Huang family, right? ”

Sang Hongyang left the Yun clan very disappointed, and when he left, he took two books and four watermelons with him, and he didn't return empty-handed.

He thought that no matter how powerful the Yun clan was, there would always be a place where he was needed, and after seeing the Yun clan, Sang Hongyang found that the Yun clan did not need him, or did not need his subordinates to show mercy, on the contrary, as Yun Lang said, the Yun clan was really self-restraint, and what he did was not excessive, and Yun Lang had firmly nailed the conflict to the level of the noble conflict, and did not intend to make things bigger, which was really rare.

Thinking of this, Sang Hongyang couldn't be happy anyway, and he suddenly discovered that there really was a self-sufficient family in this world.

At the moment when he saw He Chou who had brought a child to the Yun family, Sang Hongyang immediately extinguished any thoughts in his heart that he wanted to deal with the Yun family, and it was at this time that Sang Hongyang realized how stupid his idea of wanting to prevent the Yun family from becoming a member of the royal family was.

The Yun clan is a bottomless black pool, it doesn't look big from the outside, and God knows what kind of monsters live in this deep pool.

The farther the carriage left the Yun family, the lighter the oppression felt by Sang Hongyang, the 60,000 acres of land belonging to Sinong Temple on the path, seeing the wheat stacks piled up in the field, Sang Hongyang got off again, stood on the field and watched for a long time, before continuing to board the car and rushed back to Yanglingyi overnight.

Su Zhi didn't eat as usual, he held half a watermelon and ate it with a spoon, Song Qiao put down the chopsticks in his hand and said, "Why don't you eat well, that thing is just a fruit!" ”

Su Zhi snorted twice and continued to deal with the watermelon in front of him, next to her, Huo Guangzheng watched Su Zhi and Yunyin eat watermelon with envy, and the food in his mouth was tasteless at this time.

Yun Lang didn't care, the watermelon was full of water, at this time, it seemed that they were full, and they would be hungry after a while, not full, and when they were hungry, it would not be too late to eat.

"Mother's watermelon was delivered?" Yun Lang asked Song Qiao.

"I sent it, my mother liked it very much, so she said that such things should not be eaten more, husband, why don't you send it to Nagato Palace?"

"Hmph, if you want to eat two more bites of watermelon, just wait and send it again, now that you send it, the watermelon in the field will become a royal thing, this year, there is no possibility if you want to eat it."

Song Qiao nodded and said, "That husband and wife are too domineering, our family can't afford to mess with them!" ”

Yun Lang sighed, the empress dowager died, and the last person who could give Liu Che a little fetters disappeared, and from then on, the Great Han Kingdom completely embarked on the situation of Liu Che's words.