There was a snowfall in Tsubame City.

It's not big, but it's beautiful.

It was very cold, and there were more people who went to Wayan to drink porridge in the morning.

Drink a bowl of porridge to warm up, bird's nest porridge, the kind that the emperor drinks.

The Great Yan Empire, handed down, is not the taste of other people's stews.

Jing Yuanshan used a few pots, stewed a hundred servings, and sold out before eight o'clock. Really don't worry about selling.

One hundred parts nine thousand nine? Profit of two thousand? Why wouldn't anyone dare?

If there are less than 200 grams of bird's nest, one gram is counted as 20 yuan, and if you can't sell it, you will lose 4,000. I am happy to earn 2,000, and I will scold my mother if I lose 3,000.

Stewed bird's nest porridge should be careful, and the hard work is really not too tiring. Rodin is in charge, but careful.

Rodin's house has been packed.

Feng Ruo and Wang Wei lived in one room, and Luo Liye used one.

I rented it to Ge Dongping before, and it was also in Jingcheng Garden, so it would be good for a few people to rent it and continue to live.

If Wayan can make money, everyone can live more comfortably.

You can stuff a few on the basement floor, and you can sleep on the sofa on the second floor.

Wayan is on the right track, and Jing Yuanshan is even busier.

The boyfriend seems to be busy cleaning up.

He Liang called Brother Jing: "Asked Song Xin to take a cover, but was ridiculed by the group." ”

Is it the last time I was looking for Jing Yuanshan? Everyone didn't want to mention Song Xin.

Here's an assistant, I'm going to order food here.

He Liang couldn't say clearly.

The assistant cow beeped and shouted: "Jing Yuanshan! ”

Jing Yuanshan threw out the rolling pin and ran away stupidly.

Mrs. Ye and a few ladies came over.

Jing Yuanshan greeted: "The weather is so good." ”

Mrs. Ye was amused: "It's good, are you free?" I'm looking for you to make small talk. ”

Must be available.

A lady looked: "Really dumplings? ”

Jing Yuanshan packed up: "What else should I do?" ”

Another looked: "You still have to hire someone." ”

Jing Yuanshan smiled: "I can't finish the meal." Just eat so much with such a big belly. My sister is empty, can add a few laborers. ”

She didn't care what her image was, a few people went up to the second floor and sat in the private room at the back.

This small private room is for ladies only, just like the Jing family is full of girls.

For ladies, the style will also change, and everyone will stay comfortable.

The room is warm, the coat is in the cupboard, and the bag is also in the cupboard. If you don't want to sit formally at the table, just sit on the couch, have a coffee table in front of you, and turn two more chairs.

Another bouquet of flowers on the coffee table is very beautiful.

Jing Yuanshan brought a pot of rose tea to the lady.

Mrs. Ye looks at her and understands tea, not only that, but it is a kind of bearing. It's not the kind of person who was cultivated to marry into a wealthy family, and now it's like the Dayan Empire in his bones, and it's getting more and more like the truth.

Several ladies can also see that if they are not in a wealthy family, they can't raise anything; To put it mildly, the nobles of France are not stupid.

Jing Yuanshan just invited a few people to tea, and by the way, don't lose the face of the Gu family.

Mrs. Ye smiled and asked, "How are you going to shoot in Changyin Pavilion?" ”

Jing Yuanshan was not surprised that she was well-informed: "What do you think?" ”

Mrs. Ye looked at her face with jealousy: "Everyone has been young, why haven't you tanned in the mountains in summer?" ”

Jing Yuanshan said: "Maybe God sees that I am poor and white, so I write on my face." ”

How many people are amused, white is this white? Mr. Jing is not poor now.

Mrs. Ye asked secretly: "What are you going to do at Jinhua Hotel?" ”

Jing Yuanshan said with a smile: "Officially build a five-star one, with a few yards behind, you can go there to play, which is more convenient than here." ”

Mrs. Ye clapped her hands: "Okay!" "I'm really not afraid to say, "It was a failure to imitate the countryside before, if it was built well, it was good to play." ”

Jing Yuanshan nodded: "Rice noodles look at who does it." Look in the field to see who grows what. I'm going to get two vegetable gardens, one with three points of land and one thatched hut? ”

Mrs. Ye guessed and guessed three points: "You won't go here?" ”

Jing Yuanshan said: "What did I do at the beginning? ”

Mrs. Ye smiled really and said seriously: "It's not bad to play by yourself." ”

There are a lot of people who can farm, some of them have not been planted before, and it is not difficult to plant now. Purely casual mentality.

Mrs. Ning said, "Is it made for leisure?" ”

Jing Yuanshan nodded: "There is a hotel in front, and there are already eating, drinking, and having fun in the back, and there are many ways to play, sitting under the tree with a pot of tea, a game of chess, and a book to take a nap, and a relaxed half a day has passed." Steal half a day of leisure, close to convenient. ”

Mrs. Ye felt: "Idle is not idle. Some people are idle, and some people are idle. There are few people who can relax physically and mentally. ”

Jing Yuanshan came to inspiration.

Just take down the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

A few people helped her get it. There are also onlookers who come to eat.

Ordinary people don't let in, and the quiet that comes in is on the side.

Get ready, Jing Yuanshan put pen to paper.

All in one go.

It feels very good, and the inscription may be handy.

Get it in the title, and it should be in the bridle; Get it in the bridle, and it should be in the hand; Get it in your hands, and you should do it in your heart. It is not to be seen, not to be driven; The heart is idle, the six reins are not disordered, and the twenty-four hooves are not wrong; Roundabout advance and retreat, all in the middle of the festival. Then there can be no room outside the wheel, and no room outside the horse's hoof; I haven't tasted the danger of the valley, and the original Xi Zhiyi is also seen.

Mrs. Ye made up the class and recognized the words "heart and body".

So, what she said was idle, and the whole meaning was off track, right?

It is not only Zhuangzi who said that Liezi was earlier than Zhuangzi. Zhuangzi said that "what is obtained in the hand should be in the heart", and there is almost no difference. Maybe it's a common state.

A group of appreciative people are going to crowd the small private room.

Ninety-three words, the heart is idle, freshly baked!

Although it is grassy, it embodies righteousness and rules, not constraints, but a kind of beauty.

Rules, such as symmetrical beauty, are inherently beautiful, and lie in whether they are flexible or rigid or not.

Mr. Jing grasped this trace of spiritual rhyme, in fact, it is still handy.

But work, life, are handy, naturally leisurely, and upright.

Only if you don't do well and have pressure, you won't be comfortable.

People are idle, and suddenly they all let go.

Handy is the foundation, and the mind is the higher goal.

The perfect blend of layering, rules and spirituality, this is a pinnacle!

Mrs. Ye thought to herself, Jing Yuanshan must have worked and had an understanding. Terrible perception, but also terrible seriousness.

If you don't take it seriously, how can you feel good about your work?

Everyone retreated, waiting for the heart to be framed and officially exhibited.

Later, I read another famous post.

Quarrel again.

"When the float is white!"

"This post should be out there!"

"If it's not suitable, just put it in a small private room."

"Big private room."

After the words were received, Jing Yuanshan went to cook again, and there was a big white dish to float.

Jing Yuanshan was in a good mood, and her stir-fry hands were very steady.

Yuan Fang always felt that the pot was also cursive, and she had to make up for the lessons, don't be illiterate.

It's really good!

Everybody's talking. Isn't it a pursuit? The body is upright, and it is natural to sit upright.

What will happen to Mr. Jing's pen? Countless people waited to see it, and some people called it, His Highness finally remembered that he was a calligrapher.