In the eyes of Xuzhou city people, Wang Youcai is just a rich man in the countryside, stingy. In fact, Wang Youcai is not very generous. After all, he has a strong wife. Yang is so powerful that he has been doing so for decades, and he has no chance to pretend to be generous! But today it is not possible. The old man is angry and wants to be generous and invite the whole village to dinner. After being angry for decades, he has to be proud no matter what!

Yang's eyebrows stood up. If there weren't outsiders present, the plate in front of him would have to fly to Wang Youcai's forehead! Well, you old man, you're so wasteful of money. You dare to treat me if you don't say hello to me, do you think I don't exist?

Seeing that his mother was about to show off her power, Wang Ping'an hurriedly pressed Yang's hand, turned to Hamiti and smiled: "Our Wuli Village is different from other villages. The residents in the village are all tenants. They rented my land and worked all year round. My father couldn't bear it, so he took advantage of today's... this reason why I collected my companion to read and invited everyone to have a meal, which is also a pleasure for me!"

Hamiti immediately nodded repeatedly and said, "It's just that. Mr. Wang is kind-hearted and takes care of the tenants. I think if those tenants have a conscience, they will definitely get more food and pay the rent on time." That's right, but he thought to himself, "I'm afraid I'll be so generous in this life. Judging from your mother's face, I guess after I leave, you will have to punish your father to kneel down on the washboard!"

Seeing his son talking, Yang held back his anger and thought to himself: "Boss Wang, please wait. You must punish you to kneel down tonight. Take off your pants and kneel down!"

Wang Ping'an was amused. His father finally straightened his waist in front of his mother in this life. Although he knew the consequences were not good, he finally felt a little masculine!

Old Man Wang and Old Mrs. Yang are over 100 years old, but they are like children. Old Mrs. Yang glared at Old Man Wang, while Old Man Wang looked down at the wine glass, and I was like this, I was like this, what do I have to say... Let's talk about it tonight!

The old couple were angry, but the servants of the Wang family were in trouble. The master gave the order, but the wife didn't agree. The money for buying meat and wine would have to nod, otherwise she would not be able to pay it out!

Hamidito is good at being a human being. Seeing the scene awkward, he said, "If you want to talk about this today, I have half of my contributions. If Brother Wang passes the imperial examination in the future, it would be my daughter who is good at serving me. Let's do this, I will also make up for it and use this reason to congratulate Brother Wang on high school in advance!"

He waved his hand to the servant of the Wang family who was standing there and said, "I'm sorry to tell my husband's family outside, and ask them to go back to the city immediately, buy 10,000 kilograms of good meat, and then bring thirty jars of wine from my wine cellar. Remember to move 100 kilograms of jars of wine and give it to the villagers here, saying that the master of the Wang family invited them to enjoy!"

After hearing this, Yang was immediately overjoyed, took a chicken leg and put it in Hamiti's bowl, and said with a smile: "How embarrassed are we, Mr. Ha, please invite me!" He winked at the servant. The servant understood and quickly walked out of the hall, not giving Hamiti a chance to renege.

Hamiti smiled and said, "Whoever invites his family is not, why should we be so clear!" He was proud of himself. He had nothing else, he had money, and he had as much as he wanted. After a pause, he said, "We Turks raise sheep differently than you Central Plains people. You are raising them on "only", while we are raising them on "guards"!"

Wang Ping'an said, "On Gu? How is this a discussion?"

"If there are a few sheep in the Central Plains, it is considered a wealthy family. But if we don't raise sheep in a few valleys in our Turks, how can it be considered a wealthy!" Hamiti said, laughing loudly, showing off his wealth in front of the "poor people". Although it is quite annoying to others, he is very happy!

Wang Ping'an snorted, changed the subject and said, "I heard that Brother Ha recognizes the mountain master of Xiantong Academy?"

Hamiti smiled and raised her hand to touch the curly beard on her lips, saying, "My wife's brother Ayi Ding went to see me yesterday. Speaking of this matter, I really recognized Qiu Wenpu, but this old scholar was hard to speak. Brother Wang, you want to enter the academy just to get a quota for tribute, but there are some numbers of places. If you go up, others will have to come down. The students in the academy are either rich or noble, and they all flattered Qiu Laoer. Qiu Laoer is a stubborn person, so it is indeed difficult to ask him to change people temporarily!"

Wang Ping'an nodded. He had a little understanding of the tribute quota. The scientific examinations in the Ming and Qing dynasties were passed one level after another, but it was not the case of the Tang Dynasty. Instead, it was first passed the local recommendation, which is the so-called tribute quota. Only after obtaining the quota can you go to Beijing to take the exam. The quota for tribute quota is naturally limited, and it is impossible to register for individuals.

He asked, "Isn't this tribute quota in the hands of the academic government? Master Qiu Shan has the ability to control the academic government?"

Hamiti said: "Of course, our Xuzhou academic and political education is his personal disciple! But Brother Wang, don't worry, I will do this for you. If it really doesn't work, I will pay for it. If it doesn't work, I will buy a place from other students. I can solve everything that money can solve!" He patted his chest and promised.

Speaking of this, I can't go further. Wang Ping'an raised his glass to toast, and Hamiliated the wine until he drank the glass, and the banquet ended happily!

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Wuli Village, Dongcun Head.

Wang Fusheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, tightened his clothes, and wanted to carry a hoe to go out. Seeing that his face was pale, his wife said, "You are in the head, you are uncomfortable today, so just take a day off at home. If you go to the field tomorrow, you won't delay anything."

Wang Fusheng shook his head, tightly his belt, and said, "No, this is the critical moment. The weeds in the field are unclear for a day and grow more than wheat seedlings. If the harvest is not good this year, what will you pay for rent after autumn?"

Fusheng's wife shook her head and said, "I don't think the boss cares about our rent. Look, he treats guests yesterday, and it's both wine and meat. Our family has thirty kilograms. If it is marinated, it will be enough to eat until winter!"

Wang Fusheng felt uncomfortable in his stomach, and he retching a few times, waved his hand and said, "Okay, please say less. Go to the field to deliver food to me at noon, I'm leaving!" He opened his own yard door and followed the path beside the field to the wheat fields he cultivated at home.

When he arrived at the field, Wang Fusheng started to retreat again. This time the retreatment was much worse than when he was at home. He pressed his stomach with his hands and felt a little better. He didn't want to waste time, so he picked up the hoe and bent over to remove weeds, but when he bent over, he vomited out with a whistle, and then he vomited continuously, vomiting out all the food he had eaten in the morning. He really couldn't spit out, so he began to foam, and the foam with gastric juice was sour and stinky.

That's not all. His stomach pain became louder and his abdomen was rumbling like a drum. He couldn't help it anymore. He took off his pants and ran to the ground, pulling it thinner. Farmers pay attention to the need to not flow to outsiders' fields. Even if they want to relieve their skills, they still have to solve their problems.

After pulling for a while, Wang Fusheng felt better. He grabbed the weeds and wiped the back of his hips, and then he thought of getting up, but his body had just straightened up and his stomach hurt again, so he had to squat down again. After repeating this several times, Wang Fusheng felt dizzy and dizzy, and the pain spread from his abdomen to his whole body, making it extremely painful.

After shaking, this man who was usually as strong as a cow pierced his head into his own field.

Attachment: Food therapy for strengthening muscles and bones - Qianjin red dates and chicken feet soup

Raw materials: 6 chicken feet, 100 grams of kilograms of pull-out, 100 grams of peanut kernels (length coat), 10 red dates (pitted), and 60 grams of toon root vine.

Method: Pull out a thousand pounds, wash and chop vines, scald the chicken feet with boiling water, remove the film and nails, and wash them. Put all the ingredients into the pot, add appropriate amount of water, boil with high heat, boil for 3 hours, then add high-quality fish sauce and MSG to season, drink soup and eat chicken feet meat, red dates and peanut kernels. 1 ingredient per day.
Chapter completed!