As soon as Zhan Shu arrived, Yang Hu immediately became cold, Zhan Hu saw Yang Hu, he was surprised at first, and even said that he didn't know that Lord Yang Hu had arrived, but unfortunately he didn't even have a perfunctory expression on his face, and Yang Hu was actually very cooperative, and the three of them sat down, and the rest of the time was only spent on the skin, which made the three of them twist each other.
Zhan Shu and Yang Hu do have a deep disagreement, Zhan Hu has been a minister for generations, and he is from a famous family, and although Yang Hu has great authority, in terms of identity, any one of the Zhan family is more noble than him.
What a big gap is nowadays, even if you feed a dog and raise a horse, if you find out that its ancestors have not been crossed for eight generations, it will be worth a lot, not to mention the ancients who attached great importance to the bloodline of respect and inferiority.
The identity of the nobles and the domestic slaves has become an insurmountable gap between them, and at the same time, due to the different backgrounds, the power groups attached to the two are also different, and most of the people who come and go with Dr.
Zhan are nobles, they adhere to the ancient system of Zhou Li, adhere to the purity of the noble bloodline, and adhere to the Jingtian system and slavery, which is diametrically opposed to the political proposition of the group represented by Yang Hu.
Under the Zhou Dynasty's Jingtian system, the status of the minister allowed them to drive the commoners and slaves to cultivate land and open up private land for them without any compensation.
They are born nobles, untouchables are born untouchables, and this class relationship will never change, and their rights and interests will never be destroyed.
However, the emerging magnates represented by Yang Hu are different, they were originally untouchables, they made a fortune by doing business, and then exchanged wealth for status, status for power, and then married some dilapidated official eunuchs, and gradually helped themselves in the upper class, shook their heads, and became new aristocrats.
These new nobles did not have fiefdoms, no land, and not enough people to serve them, so they used some small buckets to collect rice, large buckets to lend, or tax cuts and salary increases to recruit people to work for them, as a result, many slaves fled from the noble fiefs and defected to them in order to get free, and even a considerable number of commoners turned their backs on their old masters in order to live a better life.
Ji Sun Yiru needed the support of the old and new forces, and recruited them all to his disciples, but he was unable to bridge the contradictions between the two forces, which caused the current situation.
Seeing that such a situation was really difficult, Qingji invited Yang Hu and Zhan Shu to sit in the courtyard and drink celebration wine with his generals when it was getting dark.
The two adults, who had been smiling for a long time, were relieved when they heard this, and although they felt a little self-defeating, they still hurriedly agreed, and the three of them moved to the courtyard and had fun with the pawn.
The results of two victories in two days made the morale of the soldiers and generals high, and when they heard that they could go to Qufu tomorrow, the soldiers cheered loudly.
After Yang Hu and Zhan came out, under their secret instructions, the door had already occupied a corner of the small pavilion under the two flower trees on the left and right in the courtyard.
It would be quite face-saving to be willing to drink in the courtyard, and of course they couldn't really drink with these lowly soldiers.
Qingji drank with them first, then confessed and left, and walked into the group of soldiers.
Yang Hu watched coldly in the pavilion, watching Qingji's hand touch the stoneware bowl with his mouth, and talking and laughing loudly side by side with those vulgar soldiers, and the wine spilled into each other's bowls when the bowls touched.
He saw Qingji walk to the bronze mustache with firewood burning underneath, and sit on the ground without feeling dirty like the soldiers, and one of the soldiers took out a piece of the fattest meat that was cooked and fragrant and put it on the plate, and presented it to their sons, the smile on his face was full of respect from the heart, Qingji took out and cut the fat into slices of thin meat, and distributed it to every soldier around him with his own hands Yang Hu looked fascinated, and only after a long time did he look down and look in front of himself, there was a small copper tripod on the stone table in front of him, and the lower layer of the belly of the tripod was burning with red charcoal, and the smoke wafted out of the hollow smoke holes around him, and the water in the belly of the top was boiling.
Qi Ying held a wooden chopstick, stood beside him with his waist bent, carried pieces of tender pork belly into the ding, and then put in garlic, radish strips, celery, cabbage and cabbage, and finally sent a small dish mixed with mustard and other seasonings to him respectfully, and presented chopsticks with both hands, taking care of it really meticulously.
Yang Hu picked up the chopsticks, took a piece of meat from the Tongding hot pot, dipped it in some spices and put it in his mouth, the meat tasted very beautiful, but Yang Hu was a little meaningful, he sighed and put down the chopsticks in his hand.
Qi Ying saw that he was displeased, and thought that he was dissatisfied with the taste of the food, so he hurriedly bent down to ask, Yang Hu waved his hand and did not speak: How could Qi Ying understand the taste of being cold in a high place Yang Hu suddenly felt a little envious of Qingji: "It's a pity that I'm different from him, he is a son, a nobleman, and a person who should be born high."
He walked among the small people, and others would only say that he was Corporal Lixian, and I walked over", Yang Hu only smiled bitterly.
Qi Ying saw that Yang Hu looked at Qingji with a lonely face, and suddenly made a mistake, thinking that he was strange for Qingji only caring about drinking with the soldiers and not taking good care of him, so he helped: "My lord, that Qingji was originally the son of the king of Wu State, and his status was noble, but if you look at him, he sat cross-legged with some lowly soldiers, wandering, how can he have a little son's demeanor."
My lord, you came to greet him from afar, what a courtesy he didn't respect to accompany the adults to drink, and he went to slap those pawns, there was a fart" Yang Hu's face suddenly sank: "Bah, he looks like a pair of dog eyes and is jealous of this person, he is really a fierce tiger in the world, he is obscure, he can bend and stretch, like him, he is a character who can be created."
"Yes, yes" Qi Ying touched her nose and hurriedly retreated.
Zheng Pen'er stood aside and sneered at him slightly: "Yanghu himself is a house slave from a humble background, you are talking about your background in front of him, you are really stupid."
Hey, Yang Hu boasted of Qingji, isn't it self-pity" Yang Hu looked at Qingji for a long time, and suddenly smiled slightly.
Qing jealous of this person, looking at his various behaviors, heroic, strategic, and popular, but lacking the city government, he is a figure who can be both supported and easy to control, and his ambition to repay the burden may really fall on him.
Yang Hu picked up the cup, swallowed the liquor in one gulp, took another mouthful of fat, dipped some mustard and chewed it vigorously, letting the spicy taste rush to his nose and fill his eyes S: The snow closes the door, crawling to go to work, if the old man returns at night and still has the strength to surf the Internet, upload another chapter, woohoo, flash also: