When Zheng Guang heard this, he suddenly felt unbearable hunger in his stomach, so he stopped dancing the gun and walked into the room: "Use it now." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The little maid put down the tray, took out the contents and put them on the table, and retired, Zheng Guang saw at a glance, basically pasta, recalling that the Zheng family was originally from Shaanxi, and migrated from the north to settle in Suzhou, and understood that this is a family tradition, southerners generally eat white rice and soup, but there are too many foreign merchants and outsiders in Suzhou City, just like today's Shenzhen, all over the food can be eaten.

Zheng Guang saw that there were three big white buns on the plate in front of him, a boiled egg with a peeled shell, and four peach blossom siu mai, as well as a bowl of gruel, a plate of side dishes and a bowl of chicken soup, a very exquisite and typical breakfast, and it was also Zheng Guang's favorite breakfast.

The siu mai in the south is different from the siu mai in the north, the wrap in the siu mai in the south is basically based on minced meat, plus shrimp and other ingredients, and the siu mai in the north with glutinous rice as the main meat material is different, Zheng Guang likes to eat everything, peach blossom siu mai likes it very much, and he also likes to eat glutinous rice siu mai, and he practiced martial arts before, and the amount of food needed is also very large, obviously everyone in Zheng Mansion knows, so seeing so much breakfast, Zheng Guang is not surprised, he just feels more hungry in his stomach, washes his hands, grabs a big bun and bites it.

The dough of the bun is very exquisite, it should be made of good wheat, the filling inside is delicious, at a glance, it is all lean meat, the reason why it is so soft and delicious, probably because of the tofu added to it, there is no fat in it, Zheng Guang does not like to eat fatty meat, and in his previous memory, it is exactly the same, he hates fatty meat, and he will feel sick to his stomach when he eats a little, so he never buys fatty meat at home.

The Zheng family also only ate lean meat from that time, this bun is in line with their own taste, they didn't eat well for more than a day before, Zheng Guang only felt that he could eat a cow, the palm-sized bun bit down in three or two bites, stuffed it in his mouth and chewed hard, the flour sucked up all the water in his mouth, and he couldn't swallow it, so Zheng Guang scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup and poured it into his stomach, and the buns in the esophagus followed the soup into the stomach bag.

This feeling is very wonderful, and finally I feel that the empty stomach is filled, and a feeling of happiness arises spontaneously, and then I bite into the lower half of the siu mai, the delicious taste bursts out in the mouth, and I am even more satisfied, I take the gruel bowl and drink half a bowl of gruel in one go, and I stuff the boiled egg with the shell into my mouth, and swallow it in three or two times, extremely satisfied.

The temperature of the gruel is very suitable for Zheng Guang's taste, and the side dishes are also very exquisite, which is not only delicious in the mouth, but also lubricated, and feels more satisfying, which is very wonderful.

The ancients thought that eating and drinking to seven points was the best health habit, but Zheng Guang's martial arts practice was when he was growing his body, and the demand was naturally greater, so he didn't care about these, the ancients called the poor and rich in martial arts, probably so, so it stands to reason that martial artists should be more precious than literati, but whether it is the Great Song Dynasty or the Ming Dynasty, it seems that literati are more noble.

Great Song ...... Alas, Emperor Taizu, what are you thinking about to set such a national policy? What's going on in your heart? If strictly speaking, I am the last general of the Great Song Dynasty, the last commander of the Great Song army, the Great Song Dynasty you created, I am the one who guarded you to the end, although I failed, but I have done everything I could, but I still don't understand, what are you thinking in your heart?

A good man is not a soldier, a good iron does not hit nails, it seems to have started from the Great Song Dynasty, indeed, the army wants to die, and many people die, but this is not a lowly representative, on the contrary, this is the noblest representative, fighting to protect the country and dying, why is there a lowly? After all, a generation of heroes can be born, and the country can be revitalized in China, and the blood of the country will no longer exist, and it can only end up being a foreign race and throwing 100,000 people into the sea......

So, Mr. Lu, Mr. Wen, General Zhang, are you really willing?

Looking up at the roof in the room, Zheng Guang was a little distracted, and couldn't help but think of the conversation with Lu Xiufu at the beginning, all kinds of things at that time, closing his eyes, as if it was something that had just happened yesterday, Lu Xiufu's decision, the determination of the scholars, Zhang Shijie's final battle, Wen Tianxiang's last encouragement to himself, and the battle of Lingxiao City that almost happened yesterday......

Back to Da Song, what did I do? Is that year's struggle meaningful? Does anyone know that I fought to the death in those nine years? The Mongols will do their best to destroy all the materials I have, right?

With a long sigh, Zheng Guang stood up and walked out, everything before was meaningless, he had died in battle at that time, and once again crossed over, and came to the Ming Dynasty in the twenty-fifth year of Jiajing, now himself, can he say anything else? For a visitor, for a passerby, and looking at the world, what else is there to do, is what you need to do.

What is the meaning of my existence in Daming?

Habitually, Zheng Guang walked to his study, that is more than ten years of habit, before, there was his father's study, his father read and practiced calligraphy in it, accepted the teaching of Mr. Tang, and successfully won the first place in the Suzhou Mansion Examination Xiucai, is the pride and pride of the Zheng family, but unfortunately the sky is jealous of the talent, Jiajing eighteen years, the Japanese invaded, the Ming army on land, the Ming army was defeated and could not be defeated, the Japanese invaded as if they entered the realm of no one, the father evacuated to cover the villagers, and led away the Japanese chasing soldiers with fire, and died heroically.

That year, Zheng Guang was nine years old.

Grandfather and mother were so sad that they died one after another soon after, and three people died in a row within a year, and the Zheng family, which had just had the hope of revival, fell to the bottom in an instant, and after that, another seven years passed.

In my memory, this room used to be the place where my father was reading and learning words at the desk, and my mother was grinding for my father on the side, and it was also the place where my young self rushed into the room and my parents smiled at him, and it was also the place where my father smiled and picked himself up and put it on his lap, picking up books and teaching him word by word.

This heavy memory constantly impacted Zheng Guang's soul, a faint sadness hit his heart, Zheng Guang in the memory and Zheng Guang's own heart gradually merged together, everything Zheng Guang of the simple young man understood, and the last thought Zheng Guang also understood, since I have replaced you, then I will naturally do what you want to do for you.

Sitting on the chair, Zheng Guang picked up the brush that his father had been using, and after using it for a while, he could hardly use it anymore, but out of missing his father, Zheng Guang couldn't throw away this brush no matter what, just kept it by his side and could see it anytime and anywhere.

The room is full of books, almost every one of them has been read by my father, this is the evidence of my father's diligence, and it is also the biggest reliance on his ability to get the first place in Suzhou Mansion, not a special talent, but a real diligence and inquisitiveness, perhaps in the eyes of many people, and even in the eyes of Zheng Guang himself, Baguwen is the culprit who restricts the mind, but for those poor children who have eaten the last meal without the next meal, it is really a ladder to the sky.

Baguwen does bind the mind, but it does give the children of the Hanmen a chance to rise, the Ming Dynasty's cattle herding baby can pass the imperial examination to become the first assistant of the cabinet, and today, born from the imperial examination and the modern examination of the Baguwen, but did not give the children of the Hanmen any hope, just a pavilion in the air, the children of the Hanmen in ancient times could climb to the sky with the imperial examination, but the current children of the Hanmen can not do it.

A standard article of only three or five hundred words, but it can bring earth-shaking changes to people, no wonder those people are still insisting on it after they are seventy or eighty, and they have passed the first county examination of the imperial examination in their memory, and they are still the head of the case, so they don't need to participate in the re-examination after that, just wait for the government examination that starts in April, Zheng Guang couldn't help but smile, this is really a very high starting point.

The Zheng family is not poor, and it can even be said that it is rich, so it can provide Zheng Guang with such a superior living environment, Zheng Guang also lives up to this living environment, studies hard, and learns to do Bagu Wen, so that today, all kinds of the past appear in front of Zheng Guang's eyes like a movie, and he has fully understood everything now.

Picked up a book of "Shangshu", this is the book he chose, turned the pages, the familiar and unfamiliar typography, the thick fragrance of ink, conveying the accumulation of culture, this tranquility is what Lingxiao City can not give him anyway, at this time he got it, so he just wants to enjoy this peaceful time to the fullest.

Fan Qing got up early in the morning, washed up and had breakfast, handed over the government affairs to his master, took care of himself, chose some medicines to replenish his body, and took a few entourages out of the back door of the mansion, got into a small car, and went in the direction of Zhengfu, they all lived in Suzhou City, so the journey was not far, and Fan Qing arrived at Zhengfu in half an hour.

The news of the recovery of the Zheng family has spread, there are many people in the commercial street not far from the Zheng Mansion, it seems that the New Year is generally jubilant, Fan Qing sent people to inquire, and the news is that these small merchants and hawkers have been taken care of by the Zheng family for a long time, so in order to celebrate the Zheng family's small minister's turn from danger to safety, and at the same time wish the little minister a good result in the house test, specially cut the price by half on this day to express heartfelt congratulations, attracting a large number of people to come to sweep the goods, but also heartily to the Zheng family who have done good deeds and accumulated virtues.

"People are doing it, the sky is watching, and the hearts of the people have never been towards tyrannical hypocrites." Fan Qing sighed, said such a sentence, and then with a satisfied smile, handed the worship post to his subordinates: "Go, hand over the worship post, and say that Fan Wei, a friend of Xiao Xianggong, came to visit Xiao Xianggong." ”

The guard nodded and left, and came back after a while: "Fuzun, the Zheng family's junior minister is invited." ”

Fan Qing nodded, got up and got out of the car, walked a few steps and turned back and asked, "Do you know how to call this mansion?" ”

The guard was stunned for a moment, and immediately said, "Understood, sir." ”

Fan Qing nodded reassuringly, walked towards the Zheng Mansion, walked into the gate of the Zheng Mansion, the old porter of the Zheng Mansion immediately stepped forward and bowed, Fan Qing returned the salute, ordered the guards to present the gifts, the old porter accepted the gifts, and then led the way for Fan Qing, but he didn't take a few steps, at the gate of the guest hall, he saw Zheng Guang who seemed to be waiting for Fan Qing with a smile on his face, seeing Fan Qing, Zheng Guang was full of smiles, and bowed: "Brother Fan, don't come unharmed." ”

Fan Qing saw that Zheng Guang was recovering well, his complexion was as usual, and he stood tall, even better than three months ago, he was overjoyed in his heart, with a smile on his face, and he also bowed his hand: "Brother Zheng, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”