i really don't want this system

Chapter 13 Laba Congee

"It tastes really good. Do you come here often?" Ye Mosheng took a bite of the lean meat porridge in the semi-encircled box booth.

"Yes, I have a membership card for this place." Mo Yiyi smiled lightly.

"Try this, this store's best porridge with seven treasures and five flavors." Mo Yiyi filled a small bowl for Ye Mosheng and said, "Use yellow rice, white rice, glutinous rice, millet, water chestnut rice, chestnuts, red beans, go to Skin jujube paste, etc., boiled in water, and used externally to dye peach kernels, almonds, melon seeds, peanuts, stick pulp, pine nuts, white sugar, brown sugar, and grapes for coloring."

After taking a sip, this, this taste, Ye Mosheng remembered the food that was famous all over China in his previous life.

"Sakyamuni, the founder of Buddhism, saw all beings suffering from birth, old age, sickness and death when he was young. In order to seek the true meaning of life and the liberation from life and death, he abandoned the life of the royal family and became a monk to practice Taoism. Blindly practicing hard work is not the way to escape, so I gave up hard work and went down the mountain." Ye Mosheng took another sip, it was delicate, slightly sweet, and soft, really just right.

Looking at Mo Yiyi's expectant eyes, he continued:
"At this time, a shepherd girl saw that he was very weak, so she boiled chylus (boiled milk and grain) to support him. Sakyamuni's physical strength was restored, and then he entered meditation under the Bodhi tree for seven days. [-]. Enlightenment and becoming a Buddha by seeing the stars at night. In order not to forget the six years of suffering the Buddha suffered before becoming enlightened, and also to commemorate the Buddha’s enlightenment and becoming a Buddha on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the ancient Indians ate it on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. Miscellaneous, latecomers imitated the allusion that the shepherdess offered chyle before the Buddha became enlightened, and cooked porridge with fragrant grains and fruits for the Buddha, named it..."

"Laba porridge" Mo Yiyi said it for Ye Mosheng.

Ye Mosheng was silent. Don't forget that the recipe of Laba porridge is different from ordinary ones. This is a recipe that was only perfected in the Qing Dynasty in the original world.

History is surprisingly similar in such details. I don't know if the things I brought from my previous life will have an impact and impact on this parallel world. After all, the butterfly effect can be big or small.

"The seven-treasure and five-flavor porridge of Moji Porridge Dao is actually Laba porridge. It's just an improvement." Mo Yiyi was very happy, and it was rare to meet someone who understood.

Ye Mo smiled wryly. In his previous life, in order to please the girl, he made porridge on purpose and researched it. Du Niang did a lot of research.

Ye Mosheng silently sips one after another, it's really good, the same ingredients, how come his cooking is so far behind?No wonder Bai Yiyi refused her love bento after taking a bite.

"The seven treasures are beautifully blended, and the five flavors are fragrant," Ye Mosheng praised.

"The seven treasures are beautifully blended, and the five flavors are fragrant and grits? Why haven't I heard of it?" Mo Yiyi looked at Ye Mosheng with bright eyes.

"There are so many poems in the world, it's normal for you not to have heard of them." Ye Mosheng said casually.

Then I was startled, my God, what a crime, I remembered that the system had deducted 10 points of my life before I fainted.

If this leaks the copyright, my brother, I will go to see Marx immediately.

"System, does this poem exist in this world? Can it be considered infringement?"

"The host's awareness is quite high. This sentence involves the copyright of the original world."

"Pfft, tell me, how much will be deducted." Ye Mosheng was ready to travel again.

"Given the host's super awareness, this sentence is free."

Super tall fart, once bitten by a snake for ten years, he is afraid of well ropes, not to mention being detained for ten years of life.

Ye Mosheng sneered.

"Check it out, there is nothing"

Ye Mosheng doesn't remember the sentence "I just sent it out of feeling, I'm talking nonsense." I think it was written by an unknown person in the Qing Dynasty.

"Hmph, a certain person likes to tease people, but this sentence is really apt. Do you want Ye Mosheng to sell them the right to use it?" Mo Yiyi pointed to the shop.

"That's okay? It's just a small shop." Ye Mosheng was puzzled.

"Don't underestimate it, this is a chain store, leave it to me. Please confirm the copyright quickly, including the poem in the classical Chinese class." Mo Yiyi was very happy.

"In ancient Chinese class? Will that poem be registered first?" Ye Mosheng was worried. It was bought in exchange for 10 years of life, and my brother only has 28 years left. I am 18 this year, only ten years, ten years. , Hey, Eason Chan's "Ten Years" is very good, I really miss the classics from the previous life, when will I redeem it and listen to it.

"No, it is spread in public places. This kind of copyright is the most protected. No one dares to spend the rest of their lives on a game that is sure to lose."

"That's good."

Under Mo Yiyi's urging, Ye Mosheng opened the copyright software, clicked on his own interface, only to find that the copyright of the poem just now had been hung below, it seems that the system is still useful.

copyrighted work
The reminder song of "Praying for Buddha" has not been uploaded.

"Jinse"

"To the Oak"

The verse "Seven treasures are beautifully blended, and the five flavors are fragrant and grits"

Unknowingly, since I have a lot.

Ye Mosheng nodded to Mo Yiyi, "It's done."

The meal is over.

"Waiter, please call your manager." Mo Yiyi seemed to have assumed the role of Ye Mosheng's manager, starting a new role in his life.

"Hello, my surname is Zhou, what can I do? If there is any poor service, please criticize and correct me."

"Manager Zhou, my surname is Mo, and this is my friend's surname Ye. My friend has a poem that I think is very suitable for your famous product "Seven Treasures and Five Flavors Porridge". I wonder if we can talk about embedding it as a slogan."

"Miss Mo, Mr. Ye, I can't make the decision. I would like to ask if you can tell me the poem first."

"The seven treasures are beautifully blended, and the five flavors are fragrant and grits in." Mo Yiyi smiled slightly.

"Okay, wait a moment, excuse me."

After Manager Zhou went out, Ye Mosheng looked at Mo Yiyi curiously.

"Does it look good?" Mo Yiyi teased.

"It's beautiful, uh, um, can poetry also be used as a slogan?"

"Well, don't underestimate poems. It's unimaginable that society loves traditional poems nowadays. Especially the upper class, arty and elegant, all regard poems as beauty. It's a pity that foreigners can't appreciate them. China's cultural output has always been very short, and it blindly teaches others. Poems of the Tao of Confucius and Mencius, to be honest, those things make me sleepy, let alone foreigners who can’t even recognize Chinese characters.”

"Agreed" Ye Mosheng recalled the loveless life when he recited ancient prose in his previous life.

"Great talent, don't you like ancient prose? It seems that your poetry skills are not shallow."

Not only is it not shallow, I memorize it every year from elementary school to high school.The classical Chinese texts in Reading Comprehension are even more painful to read.
As for the college entrance examination, in order to gain one extra point, the teacher wants you to memorize all the ancient texts, yes, all of them, nightmare-like memories.

"Haha, looking at your constipated expression, you must have been abused since childhood."

"Pay attention to the wording, constipation is so indecent."

"Uh, don't say that." Mo Yiyi finally knew how to be shy.

"Hello, please go to the conference room to discuss." When Manager Zhou reappeared, he smiled professionally with a touch of humanity.

Ye Mosheng and Mo Yiyi followed Manager Zhou to the conference room, which was actually just a slightly larger office.

A man in his thirties appeared in the wall conference interface.

A well-fitting suit.

"Mr. Ye, Miss Mo, I don't remember Wu Qianren from the Advertising Department of Congee Road."

Ye Mo's balls hurt when he heard this name.

"Okay, let me ask Mr. Ye, do you have the copyright for this poem?"

"some."

"Then how do you plan to sell the copyright to us?"

"This..." Ye Mosheng was a little embarrassed, he didn't know how to negotiate at all, and he didn't understand the market.

"In this way, Mr. Ye, we can only pay [-] yuan to buy the exclusive right to use it." The man's face was full of confidence, and the student in front of him was obviously young, and negotiating with such a child was simply crushing.

"Ye Mosheng, let's go." Mo Yiyi pulled Ye Mosheng, who was about to think about it, turned around and left.

For Ye Mosheng, it was an unexpected surprise that he could get 1000 yuan for an unknown poem.In my previous life, the fee for writing many articles and poems was only a few dozen yuan.

"Mo Yiyi, why are you leaving? It's rare?" Ye Mosheng was very curious.
"Ye Mosheng, nothing has a clear upper limit price. It depends on its value and where it is used. If it is just an ordinary poem, it may not be worth a penny. 1000 yuan is absolutely fine. But now this poem It has commercial value, one thousand is just to send off beggars, not to mention that this poem has extraordinary significance to Mo Ji Congee, this person's behavior is simply insulting." Mo Yiyi was very angry.

"Thank you, don't be angry, we won't sell it if you don't sell it." Ye Mosheng consoled and interrupted: "But this porridge is really delicious, how did you know the recipe?"

In fact, Ye Mosheng was curious from the very beginning, he knew it was because the formula was from the Qing Dynasty, it was not a secret in his previous life, but it is a business secret here.

"Well, didn't you pay attention when you were eating? The ingredients are all clear and you can see them." Mo Yiyi's eyes flickered.

"Isn't it funny that you said that person's name?"

"Where is it funny, Wu Qianren? That's right, just this kind of character, humility, benevolence, and righteousness are surnamed Wu."

"Well, there's also a homophone, Wu just doesn't have it."

"No humility, no money, haha, he will soon become a rich man." Mo Yiyi laughed regardless of his appearance.

The two returned to the campus amidst the laughter.

　Don't ask for votes, let nature take its course

　　
　
(End of this chapter)