Classmates drinking, a big drunk.

Everyone drank a lot that night, and the grudges of the past were laughed at and gone.

The hatred and relief between men come quickly, they are direct and intense, and the relationship is also very thorough, once the relief is said, it is really relief.

As for getting drunk, that's a different story.

The students of the National Prison were crying and vomiting, rolling on the ground, and the gentlemen were in pain, opening the windows and shouting hysterically at the barren wilderness, I want women, I want kabuki to cheer up, and I want a row of women in the green house to pout with their backs to me......

Then everyone continued to drink, talking about their own pressure, their own depression, and then somehow, the two groups of people who were originally incompatible actually hugged their heads and cried.

Li Qinzai didn't participate in it, just stood outside the door and quietly watched the disciples get drunk and bewitched, shaking his head in disgust.

This amount of wine, this wine, tsk!

Their beloved gentleman, when he was the poorest and single in his previous life, he drank too much and at most just wanted to find a gentle girl in the shampoo room to pout, and this group of uncompetitive disciples actually wanted a row......

It is really gratifying for Mr. to be so blue.

The next day, the students were still asleep, they were drunk last night, they all overslept, a few young disciples didn't drink, but they saw that the older ones were sleeping, and the younger ones were even more happy to be out of bed, anyway, the sky fell and there were tall people on top.

Li Qinzai originally planned to be diligent today and be a good and competent gentleman, after all, he saw such a touching and warm scene yesterday.

However, today these little bastards dropped the chain for him, Li Qinzai took a turn in the school, and simply decided not to go to class today, and when these bastards woke up, they would give them a hard blow.

Seeing that the autumn harvest is approaching, Cui Jie has been very busy recently, busy estimating the grain output of each household.

This year's drought has made the harvest in Guanzhong very unsatisfactory, and Ganjingzhuang is no exception.

Even if the farmers are exempted from rent, the remaining grain is still difficult to maintain the livelihood of the family.

As the head of the house, Cui Jie is busy estimating the output while also reassuring people's hearts.

The landlords in these years were not so cold-blooded, on the one hand, they were kings and saints, and the good political atmosphere infected the common people, and the landlords' sense of morality was much stronger than that of the previous dynasty.

The word "morality" is not a derogatory term in ancient times, it can really restrain people's words and deeds, improve people's cultivation, but thousands of years later, these two words have been distorted by later generations, and morality is disgusting.

This is a very good era, and two classes that should have been sharply opposed, at this moment in the long river of history, there has been an extremely rare warmth and relaxation.

On the other hand, the population of Datang is really small, and the farmers are a valuable labor force for the development of production, and in many cases, the landlords need the help of the farmers.

In the period when the land was not massively annexed and occupied by the magnates and landlords, the relationship between the landlords and the farmers was more like a kind of cooperation than an upper and lower property.

The basis of cooperation is naturally mutual respect and mutual help.

For example, in a disaster year, the landlord must have a responsibility, make every effort to help the farmers survive the natural disaster, and have a good reputation in the ten miles and eight townships, so that there will be more farmers to help you farm in the coming year.

If any landlord takes advantage of the disaster year to fall into the well of the villagers, and pays a lot of rent for a penny, and also exploits the villagers, causing the people to die, then his reputation will stink on the street.

The farmers will be pried into the corner by other landlords, and even if they sue the government, the officials will despise him very much, and the case will be lost.

In order to cope with the disaster year, Li Qinzai began to buy grain after returning from Bingzhou and hoarded it in the granary of Zhuangzi, in order to help the farmers cope with this year's disaster.

Cui Jie went door-to-door to comfort people, swore that they would be able to pass this year, and even pulled the farmers to the Li family's granary, so that they could see the warehouse full of grain with their own eyes.

The men in Guanzhong have strong self-esteem and do not want to be charised, Cui Jie told them again that it doesn't matter if the disaster year is a disaster, and food is not a charity.

After the autumn harvest this year, the Li family will dig ditches and dig reservoirs, and if the farmers do not want to be given alms, they will work for the Li family after the autumn harvest, digging ditches and repairing reservoirs, and using man-hours to earn food.

Only then did the farmers turn their worries into joy, the main family and the farmers were happy, and the people's hearts finally stabilized.

With the help of Xian Nei, Li Qinzai was naturally much more relaxed, so he salted fish again.

Autumn is crisp and suitable for cooking.

Guanzhong people are accustomed to eating pasta, but most of them are hard foods such as Hu cakes and pot helmets, which are difficult to digest.

Buckwheat is almost old enough to change her teeth, and Li Qinzai plans to make some soft pasta.

has missed his childhood, and Li Qinzai hopes that he will not miss every stage of his life in the future.

It is difficult to leave no regrets in life, and Buckwheat's early childhood is Li Qinzai's eternal regret.

Mix the noodles, ferment, elongate, flatten, and cut the noodles with a knife.

After boiling for a while, I put it into a bowl, and a spoonful of chopped and boiled meat was spread on the noodles, and the last spoonful of hot oil was poured on it, and there was a stinging sound, and the kitchen was suddenly fragrant, and a white mist curled up.

A bowl of Tang Dynasty version of oil-splashed noodles is complete.

Zanra Tsuno, who was standing cautiously behind him, couldn't help but sniffle.

Mix the noodles and meat with chopsticks, and smell it closely, well, it is very fragrant, but it still seems that something is missing......

"Is it fragrant?" Li Qinzai asked coldly.

Cormorant Zanliang was taken aback, and hurriedly looked at his nose, nose and heart, and his heart was ape.

"The slave doesn't know." Zanra hung his head and said.

"Tsk, what's that? If you say incense, you will say incense, if you don't smell it, you will say that it is not fragrant, and if you say it wrong, will I kill you? Am I like that brutal person? ”

Zanra Nod without hesitation: "Like!" ”

Immediately, he felt as if he had answered the wrong question, and hurriedly changed his words: "Xiang! ”

Then he forcibly explained in fear: "The slave's Guanzhong dialect has a foreign accent, and it just said 'incense', not 'like'......"

Li Qinzai sneered, what a foreign accent, the domineering president never listens to explanations, woman, you have successfully caused my anger.

Turning his head to the kitchen, he shouted, "Come on, drag her out and beat her to death!" ”

Sonno Zanliang's face changed greatly, and he said that he would not be killed?

Then Li Qinzai suddenly smiled: "Okay, scare you, Mikami...... Well, how could I kill you. ”

Zanra had tears in his eyes and pursed his lips with an aggrieved expression.

She was really scared to cry just now.

Winking at her, Li Qinzai said warmly: "Are you hungry?" I'll give you something to eat. ”

Zanra Tsuno pursed his lips and shook his head.

Handing the freshly made oily noodles to her, Li Qinzai signaled: "I'll give you an honor, the new dish is on the market, let you eat it first." ”

"Slaves don't dare." Zanliang hung his head and said, looking still a little difficult to let go.

Tsk, I'm still playing a little temper, according to this routine, is it time to knock her next?

Of course, Li Qinjae will not be so bloody.

"If you don't eat, you will be dragged out and killed."

Zanliang Kuno quickly served the bowl, with a tragic face that had been given to commit suicide, and snorted and ate noodles.

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