"What is this?" Su Wen looked at the mask handed over by the servant and said unhappily.

"Oh, brother, this is not very fun. Wait, no one knows who." Su Wanyun pulled La Suwen\'s sleeve. She had already put on the fox mask.

"Nonsense." Su Wen waved his sleeve and turned around to go, but he heard the sound of the piano from the plum garden. He didn\'t realize that his feet paused, and Su Wanyun had walked in from 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 on the shoulder, and laughed.

Most of the noble and powerful people didn\'t come to the plum blossom appreciation party. Even if they did, they were young children and young ladies. They just came to join the fun and play. No one took this as a formal social banquet.

A group of people walked into the plum garden with a smile, but they saw that the scenery inside was really good. All kinds of warm pavilions were dotted among the plum trees in full bloom. The faint fragrance floated, and there was a long piano sound floating from a distance. For a moment, there was a feeling that this place was not human.

The crowd was impressed by the sound of the piano and stopped at the door. When the sound of the piano ended, they let go of their steps, but they saw that there were entertainment arrangements everywhere inside. The servant girls who came and went were all dressed in green and white clothes, and a red plum was floating on the corner of their skirts, which became interesting with the plum color in the garden.

"Was that Cheng Jia\'s piano just now?" Fan Zheng asked Su Wen.

Su Wen frowned, nodded hesitantly, and said, "it sounds like, but how could he come?"

Most of their families are family friends. The Su family, the fan family and the Mei family of the Cheng family are the four members of the Qingliu family. The children of the family naturally grew up together and have good private friends. Only among the four eldest sons in Bianjing, Cheng Jiadao Zheng, Zhao Mingliang and Wang Xuan, Cheng Jia was the number one scholar at the age of 16. After entering the official career, he had less time to play with them.

"It\'s rare that Cheng Jia has come, so it\'s worth our trip! Come and have a good time." Fan Zheng laughed.

"Young master, good piano skills!" Lingqingyu didn\'t realize it. Even I, who didn\'t know much about the piano, was fascinated. I was really an expert.

"Okay." Cheng Jia left the piano seat, knelt at the table and began to order tea. The water here is plum blossom snow water that Han Liang woke up in advance, which saves the process.

"Unexpectedly let the number one scholar Lang play the piano and order tea, I really..." seeing Cheng Jia look up at her, Ling Qingyu covered his chest and said, "vanity has been greatly satisfied."

Cheng Jia was stunned for a moment, his eyes turned, and his men kept saying, "can I think that the master is flirting with me?" Be my waiter?

"I\'m obviously praising you!" Lingqingyu immediately changed into a very serious expression. It\'s terrible. She\'s used to speaking out at ordinary times.

"Cheng also charges." Cheng Jia\'s movements were elegant and neat. She poured boiling water into the tea bowl, placed a bowl of tea in front of Ling Qingyu, and asked, "what is the liberation of productive forces when Ling is in charge."

This? You\'re not a son of a noble family, are you? Are you a businessman like me! Too realistic!

Taking a sip from the tea bowl, Ling Qingyu sighed, "the price is wrong. It\'s very troublesome to explain this problem."

"Oh, those in charge of Ling can make an offer." Cheng Jia ordered a cup for herself, relaxed her body, took a cushion and leaned half on it behind her, raised her eyebrows and smiled.

Ling Qingyu is leaning on the soft couch, but he is directly sitting on the thick blanket. In fact, it is on the ground. With such a look up and eyebrows, his face with ordinary facial features actually has endless charm and a trace of charm.

Poof, Ling Qingyu spouted, pointing at him for a long time and unable to speak.

Cheng Jia smiled slowly and said, "Jia is also good at flute. I don\'t know if it\'s enough."

"Enough, enough!" Ling Qingyu coughed fiercely for two times, gulped again, and said, "I\'m afraid of you!"

If we want to talk about productivity, we\'re afraid that even dialectical materialism should be said. A thousand years in advance, we\'d better not scare people with it. Think about it, Lingqingyu said, "well, if you are a farmer who grows ten mu of land and harvests ten stones of rice a year, if the system means that the government wants to collect half of the harvest, then there are five stones to pay. But if we change the way, for example, I don\'t charge half, and I only charge 30% of the tax, what will you do?"

Cheng Jia frowned and said, "I\'ve got more myself. Naturally, I\'ll work harder."

"Yes, you will work harder, because you have more things. Instead of making wedding clothes for others, you will study how to increase the output, such as using cattle, improving farm tools, increasing the use of manure, building water conservancy, intensive farming. At this time, you will not have a harvest of ten stones a year, but a harvest of twenty stones. How much is the government\'s harvest of three? Six stones." Ling Qingyu waited and saw the corner of Cheng Jia\'s eyes move, and continued: "then, your family needs ten stone rations a year. If it was before, it would be insufficient for food and clothing, but now you have fourteen stone rations and more, then you will have the remaining time. The remaining time 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 naturally won\'t do it again, but now these harvests belong to you, and you can\'t eat them. Naturally, you will sell these products in exchange for money or what you need. At this time, material circulation will occur and production relations will be formed." Ling Qingyu stopped, drank water, and then asked, "understand?"

Cheng Jia looked at Ling Qingyu\'s eyes and slowly deepened, saying, "continue."

"Productivity consists of three elements: workers, labor technology, and labor objects." Lingqingyu sighed in her heart and said, "the laborer is you, the labor technology is the science and technology you use, the object of labor, and who you serve. These three constitute productivity. Production relations refer to the social and economic relations formed by people in the production process of material means. Productivity affects production relations, which in turn restricts productivity. Forget it, I don\'t understand it for you." This is a theory hundreds of years later, and I\'m not a philosopher. Who has nothing to study this system? If you know it, it\'s done. Ling Qingyu is ready to run away.

"So, Ling Dangjia said that the current labor system used in iron smelting is inappropriate because the production relationship is not in line with the development of productive forces?" Cheng Jia\'s words made Ling Qingyu sit back.

Shit! Who said the ancients were stupid! Ling Qingyu leaned back again, nodded and said, "HMM."

auzw. "If the distribution method is changed, the enthusiasm of those iron households will be much higher, while the actual income of the imperial court will be higher?" Cheng Jia asked, and then ordered her a new cup of tea.

Ling Qingyu looked at the pattern of Xiuzhu Yuanshan slowly appearing on the tea surface, and again praised in his heart, "Master Cheng is clever."

Seeing her eyes staring at the tea bowl, Cheng Jia didn\'t say this. It meant that he understood wisely or ordered tea wisely. He basked in his heart and said, "listening to your words is better than reading for ten years. Jia thanks Ling for being in charge."

Ling Qingyu laughed twice and picked up the tea bowl. Don\'t praise me. This is not my theory.

Yan San lifted the curtain in, put some food on the table, and then said, "the head of the family, Miss Su came and said to come to you later."

"OK." Ling Qingyu\'s joy leaped to her face. Talking to people who are too smart is actually a kind of torture.

Yan San glanced at Cheng Jia. Their eyes silently stared at each other for a moment, and then bowed and retreated out.

Cheng Jia lowered her head and kept silent for a while, then raised her head and said with a smile, "is there anything that Ling Dang family wants to hear? Can Jia play another song?"

"I\'m not familiar with this. Prince Cheng is not afraid to cast pearls before swine?" Ling Qingyu chuckled.

Cheng Jia smiled faintly and knelt back to the piano seat. His fingers drew a string of notes on the string, and then a plum blossom three lane sounded from under his fingers.

The clear and secluded melody seems to have a cold fragrance qinjin into the heart, with the meaning of frost. It is stacked two or three times, making people\'s heartstrings jump with it.

The piano sound is really fascinating, but Ling Qingyu is a little speechless. Childe, what do you mean by playing this plum blossom three lane? Is it because you are too cold at high altitude? Or do I have no confidant?

When he finished playing the song and looked over, Ling Qingyu coughed softly and said, "I think it\'s better for Feng to woo her. Bah, bah, no, it\'s the God Man Chang." Poor God, there are only a few guqin songs she remembers. Well, it\'s still dragged by flowers.

"God Man Chang?" Cheng Jia asked with a smile. Without waiting for Ling Qingyu to answer, he waved his hands on the strings, and the air of simplicity came to his face.

The noble childe and noble women who were stopping in Meilin trembled, and Fan Zheng staggered directly.

Just now, they were absorbed by the elegant and noble plum blossom three lane, which turned to such a rough and simple tone, sonorous rhythm, ancient and vigorous.

That syllable is clear and translucent, like rivers running everywhere, and like the sun and the moon passing through the sky.

"It must be Cheng Lang! Go and find it for me!" A noble woman\'s order to the maid woke everyone up. After the piano sound faded, they went to the warm pavilion to find someone.

"Can it still be like Ling\'s intention to be in charge?" Cheng Jia put her hands back and smiled at Ling Qingyu, who was half ah with her mouth.

Ling Qingyu closed his chin and said, "well, what else do you want to ask?"

"The head of the family, people outside are looking for him." Yan San leaned in and said coldly.

Ling Qingyu raised her eyebrows, winked at Cheng Jia and made an invitation gesture.

Cheng Jia picked up the tea cup and drank. Before Ling Qingyu\'s face was completely dark, he said, "Jia will come as soon as she goes."

Get up gracefully from the posture of kneeling, lift the curtain, and long sleeves float away.

Yan San came in and poured out the cold tea and redrew the pot.

"Are there many people coming?" Ling Qingyu resumed his lazy appearance, leaned on the soft couch, and then lifted the curtain to look out.

There are already many people in the plum forest, with beautiful clothes and temples, forming a scene with white snow and red plum.

Just look at the costumes of those people, most of them are young people, and there is basically no madam level. Even if there is, it is also the family members of those middle-level officials. Old lady Xiao miscalculated. I\'m afraid these people who received the post didn\'t take the invitation of the Xiao family seriously, and these people just came to join in the fun.

Seeing Cheng Jia coming out of the plum forest, many young gentlemen greeted him and went to the literary arena with a roar of laughter. Some noble girls took their maids to the nearby warm Pavilion and sat down respectively, picking up the gauze curtain to see the gentlemen fighting literary and martial arts outside.

Ling Qingyu looked carefully. Those high-level families were in the nearest warm Pavilion, while some middle-level officials\' wives were in some warm pavilions, and some had been led to the greenhouse where jewelry was placed by the maid.

Han Liang\'s arrangement really understood these people\'s thoughts. The four eldest sons in the capital were all from powerful families. Now only Zhao Mingliang, the eldest son of the Zhao family, has made a marriage. The others are the fragrant steamed buns of those noble women. Depending on their fighting between literature and martial arts, they naturally rely on the front position. Although the other positions are far away, they do not prevent those ladies from watching the excitement, and there is no family name for men fighting between literature and martial arts, It all depends on real skills. Maybe you can find a ruyi Lang Jun or something.

Alas, it\'s obviously Ling\'s sales promotion meeting to call old lady Xiao such a fuss. How can it become a blind date meeting!

It was really a blind date meeting. Cheng Jia didn\'t wear a mask when he went out. Then, under his praise, Dao Zheng also took off the mask and wrote a poem. Then the childe who went up naturally took off the mask of obstruction. For a moment, there was a cry in front of the stage, attracting countless eyes.