86_86695 people will become more realistic in the conditions of poverty. Bringing a car, something that can only appear in a purely industrialized society, appeared in the abandoned garden of King Zhijiang at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and Zhu Youzi's father and daughter actually didn't have any interest in bringing a car. The four eyes of the two men were fixed on the rice bag, the white flour bag, and the half pork fan placed on the cart.

When Zhu Youzi was young, the conditions of his family were okay, and the mansion of King Pan for more than 200 years, although there were no few disasters in several generations of Zhijiang kings, there were still some family backgrounds. Although his father was also more capable of disaster, he could maintain it at that time with some calligraphy, paintings, antiques and antiques left by his ancestors. It wasn't until his father himself died in a disaster that the family of the Zhijiang Mansion was completely ruined. The days that followed were the days of ordinary people.

By the time Zhu Weiyan was born, the Zhijiang Wang family was completely surrounded by four walls. Zhu Weiyan is actually fourteen years old, but because of malnutrition, her body is not very developed, and in Wang Shuhui's eyes, this little girl looks like a child about ten years old.

Wang Shuhui looked at the state of these two goods, and didn't say any nonsense, and asked Zhu Weiyan to find out his pot first, and in the house near the door, he made the iron stove, connected the white iron stove one by one, and then lit the honeycomb coal. Wang Shuhui asked Zhu Weiyan to wash the rice pot, put three bowls of rice in it, thought about it, put two more bowls of rice, simply washed it twice, and put the pot on the stove.

Wang Shuhui turned around and walked out of the door, originally thinking that two people would help move the things in the car into the house, but then turned around and saw that the two goods had gotten two big bowls from nowhere and were guarding the edge of the pot. Wang Shuhui sighed softly and went out to move things.

There were a lot of things, but they were moved in a while. At this time, the rice is also cooked. Fortunately, after all, he was born in the royal family, and he still has basic politeness, so he didn't have enough food and clothing to do it himself, waiting for Wang Shuhui.

Wang Shuhui ignored the two goods, took out a cutting board and kitchen knife, cut a large piece of pork, put the cooked rice aside, and took out an iron pot and boiled water. Blanch the pork, put in the rock sugar, soy sauce and cooking wine, and make braised pork. Wang Shuhui found that the two of them and the rice pot were very energetic, where the rice pot went, where the goods went, and nothing else, they kept holding the sea bowl and guarding the rice pot. It wasn't until a while that the aroma of braised pork came out, and he shifted his position and guarded the meat pot.

After the meal was ready, Wang Shuhui took out two stainless steel basins and served the food to the two of them first, before he could eat the food himself, in the words of Uncle Degang, the two of them staged a show, turning over the river and the sea, and hating to pour the food directly into the throat.

On the one hand, Wang Shuhui was surprised, and on the other hand, he sighed that the phoenix that landed was not as good as a chicken. Push forward a hundred years, just these two goods, it has to be the prince and county lord of the Ming Dynasty.

After eating, the two of them calmed down, and the tea was brewed, but the tea was the Jasmine Dragon Ball brought by Wang Shuhui. Hiccuping and drinking fragrant tea, probably knowing that his behavior just now was not very elegant, Zhu Youzi's father and daughter were a little embarrassed and didn't dare to speak. Or Wang Shuhui found something wrong, the teacup for making tea looks good, he took a closer look, it was really a bit unusual, it looked a little "Xuande blue glaze" taste.

As a history lover, Wang Shuhui, a university teacher, has seen a few treasures. Let's talk about porcelain, the monochrome glaze and variegated glaze during the Yongle Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty were priced at millions in the antique market in later generations. He knew that very well, because he had seen the real thing. Now the teacup in the hand is plump and vigorous, and the shape of the vessel is soft and round, giving people a sense of simplicity and solemnity.

Zhu Youzi found that Wang Shuhui took a closer look at the porcelain in his hand, and he was sure of one thing in his heart. This monk named Wang Shuhui seems to be from everyone's background. He is not very old, his face is fair, and he has not experienced any wind, frost, snow and rain at first glance. The fingers are slender and white, and I don't look like I've done any work at all. Although he is tall and strong, he speaks and acts elegantly and easily, and Wang Shuhui, who is also a layman, obviously has a good upbringing. The palace has also entertained guests with status for a long time, but there are not many people who can recognize the official kiln porcelain. Of course, although the remaining porcelain at home is from the official kiln, it is not an antiquity from the previous dynasty, but it is all something from this dynasty. But no matter how worthless it is, it is also produced by the official kiln, and this Wang Shuhui is still knowledgeable.

"Shizi, this is the official kiln in the Xuande period." Wang Shuhui asked strangely.

"Shuhui Gongzi doesn't need to be polite to the next, my family has been dismissed by the imperial court when my ancestor was a grandfather, and I haven't even received a grain of Lu rice from my father, where is still a son. What's more, the lives under him were still saved by the son, so it's good to call them casually. I think the son is only the year of the Yuan service, so he will be more arrogant, and call the son a nephew, if the son does not dislike it, it would be good to call the old man an uncle. Zhu Youzi said with a smile.

Wang Shuhui knows that the average life expectancy of Chinese during the Qing Dynasty was about thirty-three years old. The Ming Dynasty will not be much better than the Qing Dynasty, that is, at the age of thirty or forty. Zhu Youzi is now Chinese New Year's Eve three, although he thinks he is twenty years old, but he wants to be his uncle, and he is obviously suspected of taking advantage of both. But objectively speaking, not to mention this Zhu Youzi, it is the turnip-like Zhu Weiyan, for himself, it is also an antique from four hundred years ago, and he doesn't care much about the title.

"Then the little nephew, I will be presumptuous. The tea sets in Uncle Shi's house are all official kilns in the Xuande period. Wang Shuhui asked.

"The virtuous nephew has great knowledge, although it is not a valuable thing, but the porcelain of the humble house is also a real official kiln. It is also borrowed from the ancestors' legacy, according to the regulations, this official kiln porcelain is really not something that ordinary people can use. Zhu Youzi still remembers his royal identity.

"What's the use of my father saying this, the ancestors' legacy, can the ancestors' legacies feed and clothe our descendants in future generations, if it's not for the help of Brother Wang, otherwise even our lives will be lost." Zhu Weiyan is not the same as the ancient woman in Wang Shuhui's imagination, her personality is more like a child from a poor ordinary family, and her temperament is still relatively sparse and refreshing. Obviously, Zhu Weiyan was dissatisfied with her father's boasting of his identity and not solemnly thanking Wang Shuhui.

"The little woman is here to thank Brother Wang, the family has long been out of food and rice, and her father is sick again, Brother Wang Shi has saved her father's life, and has generously donated tea and rice, and the little woman is grateful here, and she can't repay it." Zhu Weiyan's style is quite similar to that of later generations, she speaks crisply, and her personality reveals a natural generosity.

"Don't bother, Uncle Shi and Shi Mei are also related to me, it's a trivial matter, it's nothing." Wang Shuhui originally faced the ancients with a curious mentality, and he really didn't take these things to heart.

However, after hearing Wang Shuhui's words, Zhu Weiyan's face turned red obviously, and Zhu Youzi, who was already well, also coughed a few times, which made Wang Shuhui a little confused