God blessed seven years, obviously after the beginning of spring, but the weather did not get warmer at all.

After a few cold snaps, the ice on the Yellow River is still frozen like steel, two or three feet thick, and it takes more than half a day to dig out an ice hole.

At this moment, there is an ice cave in front of Yuzhou Zhizhou Weichen, the area is not large, only one foot square, but it is three feet away from the ice surface to the water surface.

From time to time, one or two fish could be seen jumping up through this hole in the ice, churning on the surface of the water, and immediately swimming deeper again.

Wei Chen sat in front of the ice cave, wearing a big hat, wearing a felt hat, and holding a bamboo fishing rod in his hand.

For most of the year after coming to Yuzhou, Wei Chen has been so busy that his feet don't touch the ground, and he can't be idle for a moment.

However, it is the unremitting work of Weichen that has put Yuzhou on the right track, and all walks of life are thriving.

Moreover, after half a year of tempering, the newly promoted subordinate officials in the state government are becoming more and more sophisticated, and Wei Chen can finally liberate himself from the heavy government affairs and give himself a vacation.

Seeing the weather clear today, Wei Chen was very thoughtful, so he took Gu Tingye and Zhao Ceying out to the edge of the Yellow River to fish, and made a relaxing pastime.

It's just that Wei Chen really doesn't have any talent in fishing, and he has been busy for a long time, and there is no movement at all, which makes Gu Tingye look at him with contempt from time to time.

Gu Tingye was standing not far from Wei Chen, and there was also a one-foot-square ice cave in front of him.

I saw that he took a spear, paced around the ice cave with his waist, and then saw the right time, poked the spear into the ice cave, and when he mentioned it again, he brought up a big fish that had been pierced through the heart.

Gu Tingye struck a successful blow, he couldn't help screaming excitedly, turned around and shook the spear, and the big fish that only had half a breath left suddenly fell to Wei Chen's side, and slapped the ice with the tail of the fish weakly.

"Xingyun, you see how good my method is, fast and accurate, much better than you sitting there for half a day!"

Gu Tingye carried the spear on his shoulder, with a sly smile on his face, and strode towards Wei Chen.

Wei Chen glanced at Gu Tingye, and said in a surging tone: "I am fishing to imitate Jiang Taigong, and those who wish to take the bait, like you, who are eager for quick success and quick profit, where can I realize the wonders?" ”

Having said that, Wei Chen caught a glimpse of the empty bamboo basket at his feet out of the corner of his eye, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

The fish in the Yellow River are too ignorant, right?

"Teacher."

Zhao Ceying, who was serving Wei Chen, took the warm hot soup from the hands of the general, and respectfully served it to Wei Chen with both hands, then looked at Gu Tingye and smiled slightly:

"I heard that in Bianjing City right now, the fish soup made of fresh Yellow River carp costs three or five taels of silver, which is several times higher than in previous years. All because the weather is too cold this year, and the carp in the Yellow River are less active, so it is naturally not so easy to catch them. ”

Zhao Ceying deliberately bit the words "fresh" and "carp" very hard, Gu Tingye naturally heard what he meant, and suddenly looked depressed, and carried the spear to the side to take the poor big fish that I don't know what breed it was.

Seeing this, Wei Chen couldn't help frowning slightly, and looked at Zhao Ceying in front of him with great relief.

This apprentice really didn't receive it in vain, he is sensible!

Wei Chen took a sip of the hot soup handed by Zhao Ceying, only to feel that the cold air in his body was dispelled, and his heart was even warmer.

Wei Chen beckoned, motioned for Zhao Ceying to sit down beside him, and asked softly: "I heard you say that there are too many orders a year ago, you can't burn, and you want to expand the kiln, how is it now?" ”

Zhao Ceying said: "Eleven have been put into use, and 23 are under construction, which will be completed in February this year." ”

Wei Chen nodded with satisfaction when he heard this.

In Weichen's previous life, there was a folk proverb in Yuzhou.

Entering the southwest mountain, the seven-mile long street is present. Seventy-seven kilns, fireworks cover the sky. Merchants go all over the world, and they fight for money every day.

It describes the heyday of Jun kiln.

And now, although the mouth of the Yuzhou Jun kiln under the rule of Wei Chen has not yet reached this point, the development momentum is changing with each passing day, and sooner or later there will be a day when "seventy-seven kilns, fireworks cover the sky".

Wei Chen is full of confidence in this.

Wei Chen quietly put the fishing rod and asked, "Zhao Tuanlian took General Shen to Bianjing to accompany the Son of Heaven to worship heaven and earth, and he has not returned yet, is there any news of them?" ”

Zhao Ceying said with a smile: "My father has sent someone back in advance, and he and his uncle will be able to arrive in Yuzhou tomorrow." ”

Wei Chen nodded with emotion.

The suburban ceremonial ceremony, which only comes once every three years, is held in the Qingcheng Palace outside the Nanxun Gate of Bianjing, which is the country's premier ceremony.

Such a rare battle, it is a feast for the eyes to see it once.

Zhao Zongquan is a child of the Zheng'er Eight Classics, and every time the imperial court holds a suburban ceremony, he has never left him behind.

In mid-November, Zhao Zongquan rushed to Bianjing with Shen Congxing and more than a dozen generals, and after participating in the suburban ceremony, he enjoyed more than a month of drunken gold in Bianjing, and then embarked on the return journey in a hurry.

Wei Chen also wanted to open his eyes, but unfortunately he was now a magistrate on the pastoral side, and he couldn't leave Yuzhou easily, so he could only miss the suburban ceremony this time.

Wei Chen said leisurely: "I heard that during the suburban ceremony, the Son of Heaven worshiped in the hall, and the eight beautiful dances in His Royal Highness, and the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty are all wearing court clothes, accompanying the left and right, which is really a rare grand scene!" ”

Zhao Ceying said with a stunned expression: "In fact, being the Son of Heaven is not as good as the world thinks, at most, I go to Jinmingchi once a year, and Qingcheng Palace once every three years. ”

Zhao Ceying is a child of the clan, and his view of the emperor is naturally different from that of ordinary people, and he knows very well in his heart that the so-called co-master of the world is just an ordinary person who is bound by countless rules.

As the Son of Heaven, the farthest distance that can leave the palace is to go to the Qingcheng Palace, which is five miles south of the city, and most of the rest of the time, he can only curl up in the deep palace.

Such a person is in control of the fate of hundreds of millions of people in the entire country, and Zhao Ceying is actually very unwilling in his heart.

Since the crown, Zhao Ceying has carried a three-foot sword and traveled all over the world, the snow of Hebei, the dust of the plug, the wind and moon in the south of the Yangtze River, and the landscape of Shudi, he has seen them all.

He felt that he knew better than the one in the deep palace how vast the land belonging to the Great Zhou was, and he could also better understand the dire situation of the people of the Great Zhou.

However, he could not do anything.

Therefore, when Wei Chen entrusted all the Jun Porcelain Guild to Zhao Ceying, he would be grateful to Wei Chen for his kindness.

However, after all, the Jun Porcelain Guild is still too small, and even Yuzhou is too small to contain Zhao Ceying's long-suppressed ambition to the sky.