Zhu Xiang and Cai Ze nodded at the same time: "That's right, I'm praising you." ”

Li Mu couldn't cry or laugh: "I ...... Alas, fighting to the death for the generals is the destiny, and I can't leave my soldiers behind? However, Zhu Xiang is reasonable, the victory or defeat in the current war is not only in the generals, but also in morale. If the soldiers under them are good, they will die for the sake of the general. I remember that. ”

Zhu Xiang: "Ah, oh. Indeed, there is no way to die in battle, if it is not to die in battle, but which faint king wants to kill you, you can still run. It's good to defect to Cai Ze, Cai Ze must be very good at self-preservation. ”

Cai Ze didn't blush at all: "Well, I only want to be rich and noble, and I am indeed the most self-protective person among you." ”

Zhu Xiang pointed to himself: "No, I think I am the one who can protect myself the most." I don't even ask for wealth, and I have to seek wealth and wealth. ”

Cai Ze frowned: "So, it's really ......"

Li Mu almost choked with laughter.

As a military general, Li Mu should be disgusted with this kind of person who is afraid of death, but when he heard that the two friends compared who could protect himself better, he not only did not dislike it, but also couldn't stop laughing.

"Your words can't be heard by Xun Qing, Xun Qing will definitely be angry." Li Mu smoothed his chest that hurt from laughter.

Cai Ze and Zhu Xiang glanced at each other, and each stretched out a hand to hold Li Mu's shoulder: "If Xunzi knows about tonight's incident, it must be you who tell you!" ”

"Hahahaha, I don't, don't scratch, I'm afraid of itching!"

The firewood crackled in the fire, and strings of sparks came out.

It's a new year.

……

Therefore, the time calendar is chaotic, so the Spring Festival that Zhu Xiang is celebrating, not many people celebrate at this time.

The village agriculture is mainly based on the summer calendar, that is, the first day of the first month is the New Year; The vassal states surnamed Ji are still in the Zhou calendar, and the new year is the first day of November; The Qin State used the Zhuan calendar, headed by October, but October is still October, not called "the first month"; The other vassal states have all kinds of calendars.

The court of Zhao worships ancestors on the first day of November, and the rural folk mostly worship their ancestors on the first day of the first month. The official sacrifice not only drove a large number of commoners to serve in conscription and build a sacrificial platform, but also had to avoid the sacrifice. This staggering is also the wisdom of the common people in order not to bump into the official sacrifice.

On the first day of the first lunar month, Zhu Xiang delivered boiled potatoes door-to-door, not only as a relatively novel New Year's gift, but also as food to dispel their concerns about planting potatoes on idle wasteland.

On the second day of the first lunar month, Ying Xiaozheng's birthday. Zhu Xiang made sweet bean paste and made bean paste filled longevity peaches for Ying Xiaozheng.

Ying Xiaozheng has a longevity peach in one hand, one bite on the left and one bite on the right, and the corners of his mouth are full of bean paste.

Zhu Xiang thought that when the emperor cub first arrived at home, he was careful when eating, he had to lick his lips when he took a bite, and his little face was clean after eating.

I don't know when his little nephew eats more and more roughly, more and more like an ordinary child, eats with a mouth full of faces, and transforms into a flower-faced puppy more and more.

Is this that as long as children are petted, they will definitely be spoiled more and more naughty?

"This longevity peach is interesting." Lin Zhen took out a string of beads from his arms, "Dongzhu of Qi China, Zheng'er, give the longevity peach to Uncle Lin, and Uncle Lin will exchange Dongzhu with you." ”

Ying Xiaozheng looked up at Dongzhu in Lin Zhen's hand, looked down at the Shou peach he had eaten half, and after the battle between heaven and man, he stuffed the eaten Shou peach into Lin Zhen's hand.

Lin Zhen: "...... You can give me one that I haven't eaten. ”

Ying Xiaozheng's eyes widened: "That's right! ”

"There are so many longevity peaches on the table, do you have to go to rob Zheng'er to eat them?" Zhu Xiang snatched Dongzhu from Lin Zhen and stuffed it into the red cloth pocket on Ying Xiaozheng's chest, "Zheng'er, say thank you, Uncle Lin." ”

Ying Xiaozheng touched the red cloth bag on his chest: "Thank you, Uncle Lin." ”

"You can spoil it, sooner or later you will spoil your nephew." Lin Zhen didn't dislike it, and directly stuffed half of Ying Xiaozheng's half-eaten longevity peach into his mouth, "It's delicious!" ”

"I'll write you the recipe, and you go back and let your cook make it, and eat as much as you want." Zhu Xiang stretched out his hand to Lin Xiangru behind Lin Zhen, "Lin Lao, Lin Weng, Lin Shangqing, what about Zheng'er's birthday?" ”

Lin Xiangru first took out the ring ruler and slapped Zhu Xiang's open palm, and then took out a book from his arms: "This is my experience in reading "Poems". It's time for you to learn Poetry. ”

"Poetry" is the diplomatic rhetoric of the Spring and Autumn Period. When diplomats visit other countries, they rarely say straightforward words, and they only quote directly from the poems. "Poetry" is diplomatic slang.

Although after the Warring States period, diplomats no longer spoke tactfully, and there were more and more diplomats like Lin Xiangru who were going to fight with the opposing king directly with their swords, but when it was not involved in desperate work, the importance of "Poems" in diplomacy was still very high.

At this time, it is not the meaning of becoming a great poet who recited poetry in later generations, but to learn the customs of various countries and learn diplomatic rhetoric from "poems", which is a necessary cultivation for scholars.

Lin Xiangru was reused by Zhao as an envoy to the Qin State, and his main study was diplomacy. The experience of learning "Poetry" can become his family heirloom.

Zhu Xiang immediately said: "This gift is too heavy!" ”

Lin Xiangru glanced at Zhu Xiang: "There is no one in my family who can read "Poems", and you can't read it either. Don't give it to Zheng'er, leave it to me as a funeral gift? ”

Zhu Xiang said: "Alas, Lin Li is too useless. It seems that only my housekeeper can inherit the mantle of Lin Lao. Zheng'er, say thank you, Lin Weng! ”

Ying Xiaozheng tried to stuff the book into a red cloth bag: "Thank you, Lin Weng." ”

"This can't be stuffed in, I'll help you keep it first." Zhu Xiang couldn't cry or laugh.

Ying Xiaozheng reminded Zhu Xiang: "Uncle, remember to keep accounts!" ”

"Remember, remember." After Zhu Xiang put away the book, he looked at Xun Guo again.

Uncle Crumb, who "collected money" on his nephew's birthday, did not dare to be beaten by Xunzi, so he could only urge Xunzi to hurry up and give gifts with his eyes.

Xun Kuang glanced at Zhu Xiang and said, "Isn't it just a book?" I sent Zheng'er a car, which is enough for Zheng'er to be optimistic for several years. ”

Lin Xiangru said: "Perfunctory." ”

Xun said: "It's not perfunctory for you to send a book, why is it perfunctory for me to send a carload of books?" ”

Zhu Xiang saw that Lin Xiangru and Xun seemed to be arguing again, so he hurriedly raised Ying Xiaozheng to prevent the "war" between the two old men.

For the sake of today's "birthday star", Lin Xiangru and Xun snorted coldly, not caring about each other.

Zhu Xiang never had his birthday. He only celebrates each other's birthdays quietly at home with Snow. Ying Xiaozheng's birthday was the first time he held a banquet at home.

He hopes to make Zheng'er, who was abandoned by his parents, happy with a more grand banquet.

There is no way to make up for the gray childhood, Zhu Xiang wants to make every day of the political children's year laugh from now on. If you have a happier childhood, maybe your family ruler will be a little more merciful to the people after becoming the first emperor.

Zhu Xiang has always been very cautious and never accepts gifts from civilians.

Today, Ying Xiaozheng's birthday, he received gifts from others for the first time. But only a little will be collected, and most of the things will be returned.

Seeing that Zhu Xiang was finally willing to accept the gift, the villagers from ten miles and eight townships hurried over.

A basket of millet, a few eggs, a beaten pheasant, a fish from the river...... In addition to these simple foods, there are also handicrafts such as cloth heads, straw sandals, baskets, etc., and some people invited people who can write to write a message of health and longevity to Zhu Xianggong's little nephew.

Ying Xiaozheng saw the mountain of gifts, and his mouth couldn't close in surprise.

"All for me?" Ying Xiaozheng repeatedly pulled his uncle's sleeve and asked.

Zhu Xiang rubbed Ying Xiaozheng's head: "Who else is there besides Zheng'er in our family today?" ”

Ying Xiaozheng was puzzled: "They don't know me, why do they want to give me gifts?" Is it to please my uncle? ”

Zhu Xiang gently knocked Ying Xiaozheng's head: "They are here to make me happy, but not to please." Zheng'er, they don't give gifts, and I will teach them how to farm. ”

Ying Xiaozheng frowned.

Zhu Xiang hugged Ying Xiaozheng and said, "Zheng'er, you picked the most beautiful potato flowers last time and gave them to your aunt, did you please your aunt?" ”

Ying Xiaozheng hugged his head, a little confused, not knowing whether to nod or not.

Zhu Xiang said: "You want to make your aunt happy, but you haven't thought about exchanging beautiful potato flowers for anything, right?" ”

Ying Xiaozheng seemed to understand a little, he said: "They want to make their uncle happy, but they didn't ask for anything?" ”

Zhu Xiang said: "There are some feelings, there is an exchange of interests, but it is not only the exchange of interests. Zheng'er watch slowly, learn slowly, you are still young, don't be in a hurry. ”

Ying Xiaozheng nodded as if he understood.

Zhu Xiang asked, "Are you happy to receive the gift?" ”

Ying Xiaozheng nodded vigorously.

Zhu Xiang smiled and rubbed Ying Xiaozheng's face: "It's good to be happy!" Come, Uncle will help you write down the gift in a small notebook. How about using the gift received by Zheng'er today to invite the neighbors to a good meal? ”

Ying Xiaozheng was a little reluctant. It was the first time he had received so many gifts.

But he looked at Zhu Xiang's smile, and the ghost envoy nodded in a bad way: "Okay, Zheng'er has a treat." ”

Zhu Xiang lifted Ying Xiaozheng up and shook it, and said loudly: "Today, my housekeeper invited the neighbors to a big dinner!" Come and help if you're free! We set up a few tables at the door, and everyone who comes has a share! ”

Immediately, some villagers raised their hands and offered to help, while others who were slightly wealthier ran to their homes and said they would bring some more ingredients.

Xianghe squeezed over and said, "I made a lot of tables and stools, try to let them sit on the stools today, so as not to stain the clothes." ”

Zhu Xiang looked at Xun Qian.

Xun Guan snorted coldly and said, "Whatever you want." ”

Xianghe took out a jade chain from his arms: "Birthday gift." ”

The jade chain is intertwined with two rings, and it is a toy that nobles and scholars like very much. The jade used to make jade links is green jade, although it is not Lantian jade, it is also very in line with the aesthetics of the Qin people.

Ying Xiaozheng couldn't put it down and immediately started playing.

Xun Kuang's eyes narrowed, and he snorted coldly, and finally did not debunk Xianghe's identity in front of Lin Xiangru.

Xun Guan put away his disdainful gaze and looked at a middle-aged farmer who was helping Zhu Xiang clean up the gifts that the villagers had put on the ground.

The peasant hesitated for a long time, groped repeatedly in his arms for a long time, gritted his teeth and found a book: "Zhu Xianggong, can you accept this book?" ”

"Ah, okay." Zhu Xiang didn't wonder how a peasant could suddenly take out a book, and immediately put the book in his arms, "Speaking of which, is your name Xu Ming?" ”

Xu Ming was puzzled: "Yes...... Why did Zhu Xianggong suddenly mention my name? ”

Zhu Xiang said: "It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly remembered that someone called you Xu Ming, so I asked casually." ”

He observed for a long time and guessed who Xu Ming was who contributed good seeds to him, and sure enough, it was this "old Xu" who had asked him if he was a "farmer".

At that time, when Lao Xu said "farmer", he thought that he was referring to the people who were farmers, and he had never thought about the hundreds of schools.

Since Lao Xu has a name on the system favorability list, he may be a person from a "farmer's family", and there is a high probability that his status is not low.

But the person called "Juzi", he still has no clue. None of the people around him have "Ju" in their names, is it really a big guy he doesn't know who heard his reputation?

Zhu Xiang scratched his head and put this doubt aside, it didn't matter anyway.

The people hold a weekly ceremony for the children, which is a major happy event for the whole village to come to the feast. Everyone in the village knows that Zhu Xiang has no heirs, and now Zhu Xiang has adopted a nephew, that is, he has adopted a person who can support him in the future. He doesn't hold a big show, but it will make people wonder about the identity of this nephew. Zhu Xiang was lively this time.

Lian Po was not interested in the child's birthday, so he only asked people to send gifts.

Hearing that Zhu Xiang was going to hold a big banquet in the village, he immediately flew on a horse to join in the fun, and was met with Lin Xiangru's eyes.

Li Mu's family has many cattle and sheep sent from Yanmen County. He said that he would leave Handan soon, and simply pulled all the cattle and sheep to Zhu Xiang's house, which should be used as a birthday gift for Ying Xiaozheng.

Cai Ze didn't know where to find a sharp iron sword and gave it to Ying Xiaozheng, but Zhu Xiang hung it on his waist, and Ying Xiaozheng's mouth was high.

"Uncle, remember, it's mine!" Ying Xiaozheng reminded.

Zhu Xiang: "Okay, remember, come, Zheng'er, uncle will dance a sword for you!" ”