[Three Kingdoms] Burning incense and sacrificial wine

Cui Song was woken up by a rhythmic knock on the door.

"My lord, it's getting dark. The kitchen is ready for food. Do you want to use it in the room or in the main room, lord?"

Outside the door, a soft voice sounded.

Cui Song recalled carefully, through the voice, he recognized the maid who was wearing a Xiang-colored dress and serving wine for him——Qiao Ji.

He sat up from the slump, smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes.

Although I don't know what food is, but since it mentions the dark and the kitchen, it probably means dinner?

"Just use it in your room."

Cui Song came to the outermost compartment and sat down in front of the table.

Another maid, Gan Ji in a Yuebai skirt, brought a copper basin and signaled him to clean his hands.

Cui Song didn't know that the ancient bronze was not blue until he saw the real thing.Bronze wares unearthed in later generations turned green because of oxidation and rust. The bronze at this time is golden and shining, which is not much worse than gold.

Because the bronze washbasin was very shiny, Cui Song could see his face clearly through the water in the washbasin.

His eyebrows are picturesque and his posture is majestic.There are five points similar to the self in the previous life, but the whole person is like being fished out of PS Meitu software, 360-degree optimization without dead ends.

... This face, even if you subtract the temperament of the famous scholars in the Eastern Han Dynasty, back to modern times, it is definitely the rhythm of being blocked at the door of the house every day.

Cui Song didn't want to look any more, and scattered the reflection in the water by washing his hands.

Miss Georgie brought his food.

A bowl of barley rice, a plate of fried meat, a plate of eggplant, a plate of green onion tofu soup, and a small bunch of grapes.

Seeing the grapes, Cui Song's eyes lit up.

He thought he was going to eat corn bread... Didn't expect the food to be good?

Also, it is said that Cao Pi liked grapes very much. At this time, grapes had obviously spread from the Western Regions to the Central Plains.

Fortunately, he is wearing the clothes of a noble family. If he is an ordinary person, let alone eat well in this turbulent era, whether he can eat well is still a problem.

Thinking of this, Cui Song realized that he had been ignoring one thing all along.

What he needs to worry about urgently is not only to play the role of the original owner well without putting on gangsters, but also to survive.

Although there is a scene of troubled times now, the aristocratic families still have the strength to protect themselves; but soon, Emperor Ling died, Dong Zhuo entered the capital, the world was in chaos, and the lords were separated. At that time, no matter whether you are a family of a hundred years or a thousand years, you will not be able to escape the upheaval. Displacement, the fate of perishing when it is said to perish.

Cui Song stared at the exquisite and gorgeous jade bowl, and thought of the records in the history books - wars, famines, Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty gnawed wild vegetables, Yuan Shao ate mulberries, and Yuan Shu fished mussels... suddenly felt that he should hug a thick thigh to save Solve the food problem in the future.

Just, which thigh should I hug?

Forget it with Liu Bei, he started too late, and has been wandering in the early stage, and he will probably starve to death with him.

Gongsun Zan heard that he had a problem with his character and he held grudges, and that he was cannon fodder early, so he resolutely ignored it.

Soochow and Yizhou are feasible, a land of fish and rice and a land of abundance. Although the forces are a bit more complicated, they are far away from the main battlefield in the early stage. It is relatively desolate, and the road is far away, and a person who is not acclimatized may die of illness there.

Others, such as Qiao Mao, Liu Yu, Wang Kuang, etc., died too early, let alone within the scope of choice.

After thinking about it, Cao Cao and Liu Biao are the most suitable people to rely on.

Although Cao Cao was also short of food, at any rate, he practiced farming in the early days, so it was not difficult to get a living.

Liu Biao is lenient on the outside and taboo on the inside, and indecisive, but he can't resist his first-class ability to govern the land, and the people's livelihood is developing well. "Three Great Talents in Pingshi" is not just talking about it. He can live a stable life in his place for 20 years.

……

However, the idea is beautiful, and the reality is very skinny.He, Cui Song, is just a scumbag with no education and no special skills. When will he be able to pick and choose?Even if he took the initiative to stick to the door, people might not accept him.

Sure enough, the top priority is to improve one's own abilities and cultural literacy -- firstly, to reduce the possibility of being exposed, secondly, to better adapt to this era, and thirdly, to increase the capital to earn a living.

Cui Song solved the dinner as quickly as possible, and listed out his future study plan according to the time management method of his previous life, using "importance" and "urgency" as the scale.

1. Horseback riding, archery, swordsmanship - the most important.In troubled times, the ability to protect yourself is the most important thing.Even if you are a monstrous genius, no one can beat you. If you don't have strong escape skills and a certain amount of force, no matter how clever your head is, you will be trampled to pieces by a horse's hoof in the chaos.

2. Common sense, strategy, emotional intelligence -- important and urgent.Under the premise of having a certain force value, a clear mind must be guaranteed.It’s not that you must become a counselor, but at least you must have the ability to see the situation clearly, and be careful not to offend others, otherwise you won’t know how you will die——Guide to Lu Bu and Mi Heng.

3. Literature, piano art, others——General and not urgent.There is a certain danger of showing one's feet in these items, but they are not irresolvable and can be postponed temporarily.

After the maid evacuated the dining table and closed the door, Cui Song first did nearly a hundred push-ups and sit-ups, then went into the study room, and started reading at night by the candlelight on the bronze palace lantern.

I have to say, compared with the modern electric lights that are as bright as day, this fire light is almost nothing.

Moreover, there are no punctuation marks in ancient Chinese, and the language is jerky, making it very difficult to read.

Cui Song wanted to throw the book away several times, but when he thought of the troubled times ahead, and the tragic situation of "the bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for a thousand miles", he gritted his teeth and read on.

"Wen Wang general Tian, ​​Shi Bian Bu Bu..."

After barely finishing half of the book, Cui Song covered his yawn.

Maybe it was because the original owner had memorized this book, or maybe this body had an excellent memory, so he only skimmed through it briefly and wrote down all the contents.But simply memorizing it is useless, he didn't understand many places, let alone have any deep reflection.

While frowning, Miss Qiao Ji came again.

He also brought a bowl of stinky soup.

Cui Song: "...What is this?"

Qiao Ji smiled softly: "The young master is here again. Even if the young master pretends not to know this thing, he still needs to drink this medicine."

Cui Song's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was filled with astonishment.

drink medicine?

He didn't dare to ask what the medicine was because he was worried about revealing his flaws.Qiao Ji saw his resistance, and softened her voice even more.

"It's just something for physical fitness. Before going south, the Patriarch specifically told us to watch the young master drink it once a day. Don't make things difficult for us, young master."

As soon as he heard it was Daddy Cheap's request, Cui Song no longer hesitated, took the medicine bowl, resisted the urge to pinch his nose, and gulped it down smartly.

Then he nearly threw up.

This smell... is simply... against humanity!

No wonder Qiao Ji's words revealed that the original owner did not want to drink the medicine.If he had known that this medicine was so difficult to describe, he would never have taken it.

Cui Song covered his lips, his face was livid.

"Is there any candied fruit?"

Qiao Ji said: "Perhaps you forgot, you can't take other medicines after drinking this medicine, otherwise it will affect the properties of the medicine."

Cui Song's face turned greener.

Georgie took away the dishes without looking sideways.

"Young master, is it time to rest?"

He just wanted to find a place to spit out the dark potion in his stomach, where he could sleep.

"Go down, I'll read the book for a while."

Qiao Ji bowed and withdrew.

Cui Song endured it, but he still didn't do such indecent things as picking his throat.

When the footsteps outside the door disappeared, he took out a piece of silk from his sleeve.

The white silk was stained with a circle of dark gray stains, which was a little medicine juice that he secretly poured into the cuff when he was drinking the medicine just now.

He folded the piece of silk and stuffed it inside the skirt.

The next day, Cui Song got up early, and on the pretext of "going out to relax", he refused the company of the servants and maids, and wandered around the market in Luoyang City alone.

The world will be in chaos, but Luoyang City is still bustling and bustling.

Lu shops and street vendors are set up along the street in a well-proportioned manner, and the sound of hawking can be heard endlessly.

All the turmoil and poverty seemed to be shut out by that city wall.

Who would have thought that within a few years, this place would be reduced to dilapidated walls and no tiles left.

Cui Song wandered casually, seemingly at ease, but looked around curiously, and stopped in front of a stall selling snacks.

The stall owner is fiddling with a bunch of colorful things, rounding and flattening them, poking them with chopsticks from time to time, and heating them on a small stove.

The thing had a tendency to melt as soon as it was near the stove, and gave off a mouth-watering aroma.

Cui Songqi asked: "What is this?"

The stall owner said with a simple and honest smile, "Ye and wheat flour are nothing more than worth mentioning."

Yi...should it refer to sugar?

After all, there is a word called "sweet as sweet", doesn't Yi mean sweet water.

Cui Song thought uncertainly, and then saw the stall owner's actions, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

"Candy pincher?"

"Human? No, no, no, I just make some fun things at will, not like Master Danqing who makes statues of people." The stall owner used part of the wheat flour to knead a hollow round rod, and the rest mixed with sugar water, I made a strange piece of sugar that looks like two bamboo leaves connected, and put the small hole in the center on the round rod.

"Young master, as long as this is the case," the stall owner rubbed the round pole, and the sugar pieces flew from the tip of the pole, and the stall owner caught it in one bite, chewed it a few times and swallowed it, "you can eat sugar cakes, isn't it very interesting? "

……

The ancients really knew how to play.

Seeing this simple version of the "sugar slice bamboo dragonfly", Cui Song couldn't help but smile, and seriously praised the stall owner, took out five baht, and asked the stall owner to make another one for him.

When the hot "bamboo dragonfly" arrived, Cui Song rubbed the wheat cake stick under the guidance of the stall owner, but saw a "swish", and the sugar flakes on it flew out successfully.

It's just that the direction of the flight was not right, it didn't fly upwards, but flew sideways, and it was ferocious, not only flew several meters away, but also hit a person's blue robe impartially.

Just out of the oven, the hot and sticky sugar flakes firmly adhered to the dress.

The corner of Cui Song's mouth twitched, and he resigned himself to his fate and went to make amends.

Before he got close, he heard a low-pitched voice, apologizing to that person hastily.

"My lord, the villain has nothing to say, he used this filth to stain your clothes, a petty crime deserves death..."

After listening vaguely, Cui Song's expression was a little subtle.

It turned out that he was not the only one who soiled the robe.

I don't know what kind of misfortune this man in blue clothes has had today, that he caused his clothes to suffer again and again...

As one of the parties in trouble, Cui Song immediately calmed down and stepped forward with his eyes on his nose, his mouth and his heart.

"It's okay, it's just a piece of clothing, old man don't want to do that." Even though he was in a mess, the man in blue clothes was still calm and composed. He was about to say something, but at this moment he noticed Cui Song's approach, "What advice do you have, brother?"

"Brother," Cui Song said with a sad face, "I'm very sorry, I also stained your clothes."

The man in blue clothes: ...

The author has something to say: The man in black clothes: ...who did my clothes offend?