Tong Guowei, Lang Tan, and Tuershan were chatting with Yuanji, while learning from Yuanji's appearance, wiping his face with a hot towel and setting up dishes and chopsticks.

"Golden bowl and silver chopsticks, isn't this jade porcelain light?"

The porcelain pot with hot tea on the table, the porcelain cup and the open drying bottle are the "Kaiguang jade porcelain" that is well-known in the religious circles of Beijing.

"It must have opened the light."

Yuan Ji said unashamedly, "Not to mention the light, every kiln has to be sealed by the Dharma King, na, you see." ”

As he spoke, he picked up a thin and transparent blue and white jade porcelain plate, and flipped it over to reveal the bottom section, on which were the seven-character gold Kalachakra mantra and a vermilion seal, similar to the Olympic Chinese seal, "Look, Kelsang Rinpoche, this kiln was opened by one of the four great Jasak Lamas. ”

Suo Etu's eyes were strange, but Yuan Ji didn't notice anything, but was very proud: "In ancient times, there were official kilns, private kilns, and now there are lama kilns... Well, jade kiln, after a thousand years, Qingyu porcelain will not be worse than Yuan Qinghua, right? ”

"After a thousand years, the jade porcelain of the ninth master will have no price now, and it is all invited from the temple."

Tong Guowei talked about jade porcelain, and he was convinced, "The slave brother has just given birth to his eldest son, and he is afraid of dying, the old lady eats fasting and recites the Buddha, and asks the ninth master to give the Jade Buddha, so please go home and worship day and night." ”

Jade porcelain is the British bone china, the clay is added with three or four into the bone powder, the fetus is thin and strong, and the color is bright. However, as with diamonds, the surface will oxidize and dull, and it will only last if it is maintained.

Yuanji didn't take it seriously, and casually agreed, "I'll also back up the gift when I go back, the child didn't have a name, right?" ”

There are many children who die in these years, and they are generally not named before the age of one or even until weaning, for fear of being called by the little ghost.

"Ming'er got up early, called Oro Dai." Tong Guowei responded.

"Hey."

Yuan Ji smiled in his heart, the Tong family where Tong Guowei is located is a Han Chinese, a Han military banner, but because of Kangxi's biological mother, after being carried into the Manchurian flag, he regarded himself as a Manchurian everywhere.

The impostor climbed to the Tong Jia clan who saved Nurhachi at the beginning, and changed the surname "Tong" to "Tong Jia", not to mention, the name of the descendants is more like Manchurian than that of the Manchurians.

The Manchurian surnames are all turtles, and Tong Jia, Dong E, Ye He, etc., are the same as most Manchurian surnames, all of which are place names. The source theory is that they are all fellow villagers in the region, not the same clan by blood.

The Tong family was changed to Tong Jia, and the Manchurians heard it? Fellow!

But the ghost name of Oro Dai, why does it sound a little familiar? It is estimated that he is a person who has left a name in history.

A few people chatted, and as soon as the tea cup was put down, a pot of chrysanthemum white wine came up.

Chrysanthemum liquor is the imperial liquor, which is very simple liquor impregnated with medicinal herbs and distilled and extracted.

The palace drinks all "flower" wine, chrysanthemum, osmanthus, lotus, Wujiapi, etc., and then dips the medicinal herbs for distillation.

The wine of "heaven and earth" is the same as the recipe and brewing process in the palace, not necessarily good, but the same as what the emperor drinks.

A large scroll of ink landscape came up, and before raising the chopsticks, the six people at the table first raised their glasses and walked around.

There are also a few brushes on the picture scroll, and the waiter who serves the dish reports the name of the dish: "Picturesque rivers and mountains".

"Is this a dish?"

Suo Etu stared at a pair of painting scrolls unfolding in front of him, nine brushes, and was stunned, "Such as... Picturesque? ”

"Wipe the sword as a rafter, grind the inkstone in the five mountains, open the ink in the three rivers, and dye the mountains and rivers for 80,000 miles."

The voice of the cheongsam waiter is very good, pointing to the five mountains and three rivers on the painting, three horizontal, three vertical and one arc mountain, four high, four low and three plains, and introducing with a smile, "This is not a picturesque country, which one?" ”

A person was stunned by the waitress, but Yuan Ji waved his hand at the girl who was serving the food, and said, "Listen to her white work, emulsifying Jiang rice, yams, taro, referred to as emulsifying Jiangshan." ”

As he spoke, he picked up a brush and dipped it in the painting, picked it up and bit off the brush head, and hummed, "Taro pulling, taste, the taste of the five mountains and three rivers is different, and the taste of a few more mountains and rivers is very different." ”

The five guards glanced at each other, and they all saw an inexplicable look in each other's eyes, eating Jiangshan as a dish?

Lang Tan's eyes flashed even more when he looked at Cai, he led the troops to recruit and suppress Li Chuangyu's sins, and understood the key points of military geography.

From a dish, he immediately understood why the Hetao was called a corridor, and why the Western Regions would become an enclave when the narrow Hetao was broken.

He also understood at once the military advantages of the Beijing Division, as a flank salient, relative to the Mongolian Plateau.

He had a very complicated mood, took the brush and dipped the Jingshi flat, while sticking the brush head into his mouth and biting it off, tasting the taste of taro shreds, while having nothing to say, "Ninth Master, these are just a few brushes, I can't dip them in so many places, Jingshi is a little sweet, what kind of flavor do you have?" ”

"Sichuan Shu is a little spicy." Turshan chewed on the tip of the brush.

"Sheng Jing can eat the sweetness of corn and sweet potatoes."

Tong Guowei closed his eyes and savored it, "Mongolian Chahar, Horqin Department, it should be mutton fat." ”

"The Taihang Mountains are brown sugar, and I can eat it."

Suo Etu stared at the missing brush, with a suspicious expression, suspecting that there was something wrong with his sense of taste, "Is Lingnan broken?" How is it stinky? ”

"That's durian."

Yuan Ji chewed slowly, and said without raising his head, "A southern fruit, it seems that you are not used to eating it." ”

"Dongting should be fish sauce."

Huang Hai frowned slightly, "The members of the Zheng family, it seems to smell a little bit of roast chicken?" ”

"Ukrainian Night!"

Several people were discussing the taste of each other's eating, two cheongsam waitress brought another pot of vegetables, and the five of them waited for the second female child to lift the lid with anticipation, but the copper lid of the basin was lifted, and the table was in an uproar.

"What's that?"

Suo Etu was hit by the huge contrast between expectation and reality, and pointed to a pot of pig's trotters with silver chopsticks, looking stunned, "Isn't this a pig's trotters?" Why is it called Ukrainian Night? ”

A polite smile hung on the corner of the cheongsam girl's mouth: "Art comes from life and is higher than life." Is there an ant or a tree when an ant goes up a tree? Is there a Buddha in the Buddha jumping over the wall? ”

"Huh?"

Suo Etu was stunned, he didn't know like a woman, and turned his head to ask Yuan Ji, "Ninth Master, is there a reason for this strange name?" ”

"I don't know."

Yuan Ji bit the silver chopsticks, "There are all the cooks in Xiyi here, who knows what messy dishes to make, inexplicable, it is estimated that the territory called Ukraine is infested with wild boars at night." ”

Yuan Ji said secretly, how the do I know why pig's trotters are called Ukrainian Night? The architectural configuration of this "fairy hall" is according to the old Mo in the capital, the Moscow restaurant, where the pig's trotters are called Ukrainian Night.

I didn't give you an empty plate, it's good to call it "Stalin's purge".

A few people ate, drank, talked and laughed, drank three rounds, and the dishes had five flavors, and the remnants were withdrawn, and the fruit and green tea were re-served.

As soon as he took a sip of tea, Dai Min walked in from outside the compartment and reported: "Master, Shi Lang asks to see you." ”

"Huh?"

Yuan Ji frowned, let go again, waved his hand and said, "Tell him that the old people meet, drink tea together, eat melons, take a bath, press a rub, and don't talk about the rest." I don't need him to ask to see him, I invite him and ask him if he is coming! ”

Dai Min arched his hand and withdrew to reply.

"What are you doing with him?" Huang Hai, Suo Etu and the others all frowned.

"My old boss."

Yuan Ji smiled, "When he crossed the sea to attack Xiamen, he was the commander of the naval division of Fujian Province, and the governor of the right capital. The master is a half-collar horseman, a small vest. Ren Shi Junmen didn't treat us as a vest back then, but now people let us hang up, and I still think he is Shi Junmen back then, that is. ”

"The Ninth Master is righteous." Lang Tan and Turshan boasted.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Yuan Ji smiled, "People are now older than the grandfather, I just rely on the name of my father and ancestor to be noble, since I am an old man, and now I am down, but I can't see it." Ke Ye and Shi Lang have the same opinion, so they can't help him. ”

"The Ninth Master and the Last General have the same opinion?"

A man with a wide face and a white beard walked in, and when he heard the last sentence, he asked in a loud voice before he hit the horseshoe sleeves and prepared to bow down.

"Don't mind, I'm not even called the last general, who do you want?"

Yuan Ji didn't call Shi Lang any military gate, but stopped Shi Lang's invitation, sat on the chair and said bluntly, "Shi Lang, you posted "Border Troubles and Jingshu" last year, and the imperial court issued it, and I also read it, what you said makes sense." Zheng rebelled against only 20,000 soldiers and less than 200 ships, so it was better to suppress them as soon as possible than to let them go.

It's not that you will definitely be able to beat Zheng Wei, what happens at sea is uncertain, and a strong wind will stop all the dishes. The master is a pressure to fight for consumption, and Zheng is not able to fight for the Qing Dynasty. Rather than letting them harass the five coastal provinces and do the tricks of exhausting me and strengthening the other, it is better to fight for consumption. Use both soothing and appeasement to see who can't survive first.

Since the beginning of Yan Siqi's reign, Zheng Cheng and the natives in the mountains on Dayuan Island have added up to less than 100,000 people, and in the past 20 years, the annual population growth has only been 3 percent of the total population.

Even according to the rules of drawing Ding in the flag, five people are drawn per household, and two households are drawn by one ding, and the annual new number of soldiers is only 250 people, and it is a matter of knocking out three boats. If you boil it for three years, you can boil it in linen, and every household wears filial piety.

Even if you let the wind blow away, send another sailor general, and then stay up with Zheng Wei, just practice the sailor. ”

After a pause, he spread his hands again, "But you can't tell me, as soon as I guard the palace gate, you have to tell the emperor in the palace." ”

Shi Lang is now the second Weisu Jingshi and is hung in the capital. The last time was the thirteenth year of Shunzhi, and he was a minister in Beijing for three years, and he was so poor that he had to rely on his wife to sew people to make ends meet.

He didn't work for the country, but he wanted to avenge the killing of his father and brother's family.

Shi Lang descended three times, the first time was to follow Zheng Zhilong to descend to the Qing Dynasty, which is loyalty and righteousness.

Shi Lang ate Zheng Zhilong's meal, not the Ming Dynasty's meal, accompanied the eldest brother to descend and die together, which was loyalty and righteousness.

At least in the Spring and Autumn Period when it is necessary to leave the assassination and Qingji, Yu let cut off empty clothes, and the ethics of the Han Dynasty, this is the case.

Tian Heng's three hundred younger brothers also accompanied the eldest brother to die generously.

Of course, according to Confucianism, it must be a traitor, a private person, a public or something.

Loyalty and righteousness are not both, loyalty and filial piety are not both, three circles on the left and three circles on the right, the neck is twisted, the buttocks are twisted, what is said is quite reasonable.

Although your eldest brother is good to you, but if your eldest brother throws braids, you will have to kill your relatives in righteousness.

How can you betray the country and the Han people for the sake of the eldest brother? Traitor, traitor!

The Confucian moral theory does not talk about small righteousness, but also about major righteousness? Don't talk about righteousness, talk about righteousness? If you don't talk about faith, you can still talk about morality? This logic is so remarkable, it doesn't make sense to be traitors everywhere.

For what kind of bullshit country, bullshit Han, bullshit righteousness, actually kill relatives?

The relatives can be destroyed, but the Han people and the country can't be destroyed?

Relatives can be destroyed, so what can't be destroyed?

It's right to extinguish, if you find cancer cells, why keep them if they don't die?

Die together?

You either asked me to kill my relatives, or let me die for the country, Han, and this.

What the hell are you?

Why don't you die?