"Hi, Hi," one after another sound of horns sounded, forming a harmonious song of labor.

The helpers in the shed were naked and working hard, sweat oozing out of their faces, dripping down their cheeks to the ground, making a slight tick.

It is said that "you get what you pay for" and this is perfect for the ancients. The people of Qin were simple and the Qin State were meticulous, and everything was "French" (in the words of historians, it was profound and actually well formulated), and were punished with heavy crimes and strictly prohibited fraud. Therefore, the people of Qin State were honest and did not dare to say that they were honest, at least they did not work hard. Zhou Chong spent money to ask them to work, and they worked very hard and did not be lazy, showing good labor literacy.

Zhou Chong saw it and sighed how big the difference between ancient and modern times is! The so-called scientific management in modern society is a bit unspeakable. Some people understand scientific management as ubiquitous surveillance, with monitors everywhere, and there are only a bathroom. Even excessive enterprises have to set a time to go to the bathroom, urinate for one minute and defecate for three minutes. If they do not comply, they are either fines or expelled.

Two children carried a wooden barrel, which contained steaming soup, while the other children carried a basket with a crock pot.

Zhou Chong followed in and said, "My masters, let go of your work, take a break, come and have a bowl of soup."

"Okay! Master Zhou, please wait a moment, wait until I compact this before drinking." Park Feng tried hard to hold the bar.

Park Feng was the first helper to hire Zhou Chong. He had contacted the matter of raising oil and making tofu earlier than others. In today's terms, he was a skilled worker. Zhou Chong wanted to run an oil mill, so naturally he became a "hired person".

Zhou Chong reminded: "Master Park, be careful. If it is not done, make it first. If it is done, come and have the soup."

The helpers came over one after another and drank the soup in a clay pot. After drinking it, they smacked their lips and said, "It's salty, salty, and oil. Master Zhou, you are really good to us, and even the soup needs to be tasteful." Yanlai was very grateful.

Needless to say, friends know how important salt is to the body. In ancient times, salt was quite expensive, and many ordinary people could not afford salt. Zhou Chong knew that if those who did physical work had no salt, it would be very harmful to the body. Even if salt was expensive, it would not be a pity for the money. Buy some salt and add it to the soup to make them "nutrition".

Isn’t it just put some salt and oil in the water? If it were in modern society, people would definitely accuse people of "Zhouzhuan skin". I don’t know if I put some minced meat, bones or shrimp, and add some chicken essence to season, no one will drink it. It was different in ancient times. The helpers regarded it as treasures, and their gratitude was beyond words.

Zhou Chong was not only lamenting the differences between ancient and modern times, but also worried that those helpers who drank like thirsty cows would choke, and kept saying: "Slow down, slow down, don't choke anymore. If you have enough, there is still."

Dozens of helpers were the same: after drinking the soup, they passed over their arms and wiped their mouths, which was considered to be wiped. They kept burping water and said, "It's delicious, delicious, it's so delicious. I haven't drunk such a good soup in my life!"

"There are stools there, you all sit down and rest for a while." Zhou Chong pointed to the stool and said to the helpers.

When the boss made a speech, the helpers naturally followed and sat down on the stool. Those who had no stool sat down on the stone pier. They sat down, but they looked like stupid birds. You looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't speak, but they became a dull sitting.

As a result, the depression became a little dull. Zhou Chong leaped the atmosphere for the words and said, "During the break, you sing a song, relax."

"What song?" Park Feng hiccupped and asked Zhou Chong.

Zhou Chong replied: "Sing whatever you like, just sing whatever you like, just be casual, just be happy."

Park Feng said a little embarrassedly: "Master Zhou, we only know how to sing, we can't sing, you can teach us to sing."

"Yes, Master Zhou." The helpers agreed.

Zhou Chong thought that so many poems in ancient times were passed down to later generations. The Book of Songs was passed down through the ages, why didn't you sing it? It was really not clear to the truth for a while. The helpers looked serious and absolutely did not seem to be fake. Zhou Chong had to believe that they really couldn't sing, saying, "Then you sing with me. The reeds are green and the white dew turns into frost. The so-called ladies are on the side of the water. Follow it on the side of the water. Follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water. Follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water, and follow it on the side of the water."

This is "The Book of Songs·; Jian Jia", which belongs to the Qin Feng chapter, which has been passed down through the ages and has become a famous work sung by later generations. In particular, "The so-called beauty is on the side of the water" is a well-known famous line.

The Book of Songs can be said to be the general outline of Chinese poetry, or the source of Chinese poetry. After working hard, Zhou Chong can still remember the famous works in it. Although his singing skills are not as good as those of singers, it is inevitable that it is not harsh and not harsh, at least it can still be listened to.

The helper listened very seriously. After Zhou Chong finished singing, he cheered in unison. Park Feng asked a little confusedly: "Master Zhou, I don't understand what you sing."

This is a love poem. In elegant sentences, people in love always fantasize that the person they are interested in appears immediately, but they always don’t show up. They are willing to pursue his footsteps in the rustling autumn wind, trying to find where he is. In bad words, they are the person who is in spring...

Qin Feng included the "decent" song that was widely circulated, profound, and had a high style. It must be able to match the saint's wishes. Zhou Chong thought that for the people of Qin, there would be no problem singing Qin Feng, but what he never expected was that they couldn't understand. Zhou Chong really understood it now and couldn't understand it.

The Book of Songs has indeed made great contributions to the development of Chinese culture, but the words and sentences in it are too elegant, and it is obvious that this is not a song sung by the grassroots people. This principle is the difference between "Yangchun Baixue" and the Xialiba people, which is easy to understand. Besides, the so-called folk songs at that time were very different from our current folk songs. What I meant is not the change in the use of words, but the basis. For example, in the current "Xintianyou", the people in northern Shaanxi can yell a few times when they open their mouths. The folk songs in ancient times may not be really sung by the grassroots people, and it is likely to be sung by the scholars and officials. Of course, there are also folk songs that are truly sung among the people.

A more important issue is that the Book of Songs, which was circulated in later generations, was processed by Confucius in the "Spring and Autumn Brushwork". Although it has the effect of improving the quality of folk songs, it has eliminated the things he thought were incorrect. Therefore, only Confucius knows how far the poems in the Book of Songs are from the blueprints, and later generations do not know it. (Note: The above is my personal opinion, friends do not need to take it seriously.)

After a moment of silence, Zhou Chong explained: "The song is singing a lover who misses his lover..." Before he could explain a few words, Park Feng's face changed, and he hurriedly stopped and said: "Master Zhou, stop talking, I have never heard of this song." He looked like he had nothing to do with this song.

"What do you mean?" Zhou Chong was a little confused and asked, "You have obviously heard of it, but why did you say you haven't heard it?"

"Yes, Master Park, what's wrong with you? Your face turned red and your neck was twice bigger." The helpers asked curiously.
Chapter completed!