"What is this for?" Su Wen looked at the mask handed over by the servant, and asked displeasedly.
"Oh, brother, isn't this fun, no one will recognize anyone later." Su Wanyun tugged on La Suwen's sleeve, she had already put on the fox mask.
"Nonsense." Su Wen waved his sleeves, turned around and was about to leave, but when he heard the sound of the piano coming from the plum garden, his footsteps paused, and Su Wanyun had already walked in from beside him.
"This is interesting, brother Su, why don't you go in and have a look?" Fan Zheng took a bull's head mask in his hand, patted Su Wen's shoulder, and said with a smile.
Most of the nobles and powerful families did not come to this plum appreciation party. Even if people came, it was these young children and ladies who came to join in the fun and play. No one regarded this as a formal social banquet.
A group of people walked into the plum garden with a smile, but saw that the scenery inside was really good, all kinds of warm pavilions were dotted among the blooming plum forests, the fragrance was floating, and the sound of the piano was wafting from a distance. Not a human feeling.
Inspired by the sound of the zither, everyone stopped at the door, and when the sound of the zither ended, they let go, but they saw that there were amusement arrangements everywhere inside, and the maids who came and went were all dressed in blue and white shirts, with skirts fluttering. A branch of red plums intersects with the plums in the garden.
"Was that Cheng Jia's Qin just now?" Fan Zheng asked Su Wendao.
Su Wen frowned, nodded hesitantly, and said, "Sounds like it, but why did he come?"
Most of their families are family friends. The Cheng family, the Su family, the Fan family and the Mei family are the four major families of Qingliu. The children in the family naturally grew up together, and they have a good personal relationship, but among the four sons in Bianjing, Cheng Jiazheng, Zhao Mingliang, and Wang Xuan, Cheng Jia66 After becoming the number one scholar in the middle of the year and embarking on an official career, there is less time to play around with them.
"It's rare that Cheng Jia is here, so it's a worthwhile trip for us! Come and have fun." Fan Zheng laughed.
"Young master is good at playing the piano!" Ling Qingyu praised unconsciously. Even I, who don't know much about playing the piano, were fascinated by it. I am really a master.
"It's okay." Cheng Jia left from the piano seat, knelt down in front of the table, and began to order tea. The water here was plum blossom snow water that Han Bian had woken up in advance, which saved the process.
"I actually let Zhuangyuan Lang play the piano and order tea, I really..." Seeing Cheng Jia looking up at her, Ling Qingyu covered his chest and said, "Vanity has been greatly satisfied."
Cheng Jia was stunned for a moment, rolled his eyes, and said without stopping, "Can I think that being the head of the house is all about me?"
"I'm obviously complimenting you!" Ling Qingyu immediately put on a very serious expression. Too bad, I'm used to being open-mouthed.
"Cheng also charges a fee." Cheng Jia moved gracefully and without any confusion, poured boiling water into the tea bowl, placed a bowl of tea in front of Ling Qingyu, and asked, "Master Ling, what is liberating productivity."
this? You are not a son of a family, are you? You are a businessman like me! So realistic!
Picking up the tea bowl and taking a sip, Ling Qingyu sighed: "The price is not right, it is very troublesome to explain this problem."
"Oh, Master Ling can offer a price." Cheng Jia ordered a cup for himself, relaxed his body, took a cushion and leaned on it halfway behind him, raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Ling Qingyu was leaning on the soft couch, but he was sitting directly on the thick blanket, which was actually on the ground. When he raised his head and raised his eyebrows like this, his face with ordinary facial features was full of endless elegance and a hint of charm .
Pfft, Ling Qingyu sprayed, pointing at him, speechless for a long time.
Cheng Jia smiled slowly, and said: "Jia is also good at the flute, I don't know if it is enough."
"Enough, enough!" Ling Qingyu coughed twice, took another gulp of water, and said, "I'm afraid of you!"
If you want to talk about productivity, you might even have to talk about dialectical materialism. A thousand years in advance, it's better not to scare people. After thinking about it, Ling Qingyu said: "Let's put it this way, if you are a farmer and plant ten acres Land, harvest ten shi of rice a year, if the system means that the government has to collect half of the harvest, then there are five shi to be handed over, but if we change the method, for example, I don’t collect half of it, I only collect 30% of the tax , so what will you do?"
Cheng Jia frowned, and said: "I have gained more, so I will work harder to cultivate."
"Yes, you will work harder because you have more things. Instead of making wedding clothes for others, you will study how to increase production, such as using cattle, improving farm tools, increasing the use of manure, and building water conservancy. Intensive cultivation, at this time, you will not be able to harvest ten shi a year, but twenty shi, so how much is 30% of the government’s harvest? It’s six shi.” Ling Qingyu waited, saw Cheng Jia’s eyes move, and continued. : "Then, your family needs ten stone rations a year. If it was in the past, there would be insufficient food and clothing, but now you have fourteen stones and more rations, then you will have time left, the time left It can be used to plant mulberry trees, raise chickens and ducks, and raise some fish.”
"You have so many products and gains, so who do these gains belong to?" Ling Qingyu continued: "If these incomes belong to others, then you will naturally not do it again, but now these gains belong to you, and you If you can’t use it, you will naturally sell these products in exchange for money or things you need. At this time, material circulation occurs and a production relationship is formed.” Ling Qingyu paused, took a sip of water, and then asked: “Understood ?”
Cheng Jia watched Ling Qingyu's eyes gradually deepen, and said, "Continue."
"Productivity is composed of three elements, laborers, labor technology, and labor objects." Ling Qingyu sighed inwardly, and said: "The laborer is you, the labor technology is the science and technology you use, and the labor object is who you serve. These three constitute productive forces. Production relations refer to the social and economic relations formed by people in the process of material production. Productivity affects production relations, and production relations in turn restrict productivity. Forget it, I don’t understand it. "This is a theory hundreds of years later, and I'm not a philosopher. Who has nothing to study this system? If you know how to use it, you can use it. Ling Qingyu is ready to run away.
"So, the head of Ling said that the current labor system used by Iron Smelter is not suitable because the production relationship does not conform to the development of productivity?" Cheng Jia's words made Ling Qingyu sit back.
Depend on! Who said the ancients were stupid! Ling Qingyu leaned back again, nodded and said, "Yes."
"If the distribution method is changed, then the enthusiasm of those iron households will be much higher, and the actual income of the court will be higher instead?" Cheng Jia asked, and then ordered her a cup of tea again.
Ling Qingyu looked at the pattern of Xiuzhu Yuanshan slowly appearing on the surface of the tea, and praised him again in his heart, saying: "Mr. Cheng is brilliant."
Seeing her staring at the tea bowl, Cheng Jia didn't say whether it meant he was good at understanding or ordering tea, and said, "Listening to what you say is better than ten years of reading. Jia thank you, Master Ling."
Ling Qingyu laughed twice, picked up the tea bowl, don't praise me, this is not my theory.
Yan San opened the curtain and came in, put some food on the table, and said: "Master, Miss Su is here, and said to come to you later."
"Okay." Ling Qingyu's joy flashed on his face. Talking to someone who is too smart is actually a kind of torture.
Yan San glanced at Cheng Jia, and the two of them looked at each other silently for a moment, then bowed their heads and retreated.
Cheng Jia lowered his head and was silent for a while, then raised his head and smiled and said, "Is there anything Master Ling wants to hear? It would be great if Jia played one more song."
"I'm not familiar with this, Mr. Cheng is not afraid of playing the piano with a cow?" Ling Qingyu chuckled lightly.
Cheng Jia smiled faintly, knelt back to the qin seat, and drew a series of notes on the strings with his fingers, and then a song of three plum blossoms sounded from under his fingers.
The clear and quiet melody seems to have a cold fragrance permeating the lungs, with the meaning of frost, one fold two fold three folds, making people's heartstrings beat along with it.
The sound of the piano is indeed fascinating, but Ling Qingyu is a little speechless, son, what do you mean by playing the three plum blossoms? Is it because you are too cold at a high place? Or am I lonely and have no confidant
When he finished playing a song and looked over, Ling Qingyu coughed lightly, and said: "I think Feng Qiuhuang is better, bah bah bah, no, it's that god-man Chang." Heavens are pitiful, she remembered There are only a few Guqin songs, but they were dragged by Huadong to listen to them.
"Shen Ren Chang?" Cheng Jia asked with a smile, without waiting for Ling Qingyu to answer, he waved his hands on the strings, and an air of simplicity rushed over his face.
The hearts of the young masters and ladies who were staying in the Merlin trembled, and Fan Zheng staggered even more.
They were all absorbed by the elegant and pure plum blossom three-way just now, and what came out was such a rough and simple tone, with a sonorous rhythm, ancient and vigorous.
The syllables are clear and translucent, like rivers running through the ground, and like the sun and menstruation through the sky.
"It must be Cheng Lang! Go and find me!" A noble lady's order to the maid awakened everyone, and after the sound of the piano faded away, they went to find someone in the warm pavilion.
"Is it as Master Ling wants?" Cheng Jia put his hands together, looked at Ling Qingyu, who was half-mouthed, and smiled.
Ling Qingyu closed his chin and said, "Okay, what else do you want to ask?"
"The head of the house, everyone outside is looking for him." Yan San leaned in and said coldly.
Ling Qingyu raised his eyebrows, winked at Cheng Jia, and made a please gesture.
Cheng Jia picked up the teacup and took a sip, before Ling Qingyu's face turned completely dark, he said, "Jia will come as soon as he goes."
Gracefully got up from the kneeling posture, lifted the curtain, and fluttered away with long sleeves.
Yan San came in and poured out the cold tea, and refilled the pot.
"Are there a lot of people here?" Ling Qingyu resumed his lazy look, leaned on the soft couch, and then lifted the curtain to look out.
There are already many people in the plum grove, with their fragrant clothes and shadows on their temples, forming a scene with the white snow and red plums.
Just looking at the attire of those people, most of them are young people. There are basically no wives. Even if there are, they are the family members of those middle-level officials. Mrs. Xiao made a mistake. The invitation is taken seriously, these people are just here to join in the fun.
Seeing Cheng Jia coming out of the plum grove, many young gentlemen went up to meet them, laughing and went to Wendoutai, while some noble ladies brought their maidservants to find the nearby Nuan Pavilion to sit down, and lifted the gauze curtain to watch the scenery outside. The sons are fighting with each other.
Ling Qingyu took a closer look, and found that those with higher ranks were in the nearest warming pavilions, while the female family members of some middle-level officials were in some warming pavilions inside, and some had been led away by maids to the greenhouse where jewelry was placed.
Han Bian's arrangement really understood the minds of these people. The four princes in the capital were all born in powerful families. Now only Zhao Mingliang, the eldest son of the Zhao family, is engaged, and the others are the sweet buns of those high-class ladies. Mo, if you want to watch them fight literary and martial arts, naturally you have to be in the front seat, and the other seats are far away, but it doesn't prevent the ladies and ladies from watching the fun, and there is no such thing as a man's family history in fighting literary and martial arts. It all depends on real skills, maybe you can find a good husband or something.
Hey, Mrs. Xiao made such a fuss, it was obviously a sales meeting of the Ling family, how could it become a blind date meeting!
It’s really a blind date meeting. Cheng Jia didn’t wear a mask when he went out, and then under his admiration, Yan Zheng also took off the mask and wrote a poem. Afterwards, the young masters who went up naturally also took off the obstructive masks. For a while, There were applause in front of the station, which attracted countless eyes.