As for fooling Chen Chu and saying that he was rewarding the border pass?

Pull it down.

The Turki Khan is about to surrender and become the northern barrier of the Tang Dynasty, and the threat of Jieli has been reduced in the border area, and the probability of war is low, so a hammer will be rewarded.

This account is owed first, and then he Li Er will see if he can remember it.

Tonight's Chang'an City is destined to be sleepless.

A question that bothers the people of Chang'an, why did the owner of Chen's Restaurant not move this time, and His Majesty did not move.

At least one of the two must be rewarded for them, otherwise the money will be donated in vain?

Of course, in contrast, everyone still hopes to be rewarded by the owner of Chen's Restaurant.

After all, this was just an ordinary fundraiser, and it was impossible to expect any big reward from the imperial court.

And if the imperial court issued only ordinary items, maybe only ordinary people like Song Jisheng would be happy.

In one night, Chang'an City was crowded with cars and horses, and the curfew of each square was almost like a fictitious one, and there were people everywhere who went out of the workshop.

In the Luguo Mansion, Zhang Shigui, the Duke of Qiuguo, came to see him, and the two discussed Chen Chu's problems in the study.

Compared with Hou Junji, who had already benefited twice because of Chen Chu, Zhang Shigui, like all the ministers in the court, had not received anything, and this time he donated 30,000 yuan, so he seemed anxious.

It's not that he feels sorry for the 30,000 yuan, but after all, there is only one chance.

This time I can't get the benefits of getting Chen Chu, and the ghost knows how long it will take.

At present, among the many courtiers, it is already a fashion to obtain Chen Chu's bizarre and eye-catching things.

They are not only practical, but can greatly enhance the user's ceremonial image and get material and spiritual enjoyment.

And it is also a symbol of a means of identity.

Only those who have sufficient means, or who are very lucky, and who have extraordinary graces, can obtain these things.

Chen Chu has no official status, he does not enter the court, and he does not see strangers, they can't contact him if they want to, and the eldest grandson Wuji and others cover things too much.

This leads them to seek those precious things in this way, no matter how noble their status is.

Hou Junji comforted him and said: "Shigui, don't worry, Your Majesty will always give us an explanation, and will not let us pay this money for nothing, otherwise everyone can see the consequences, and the court will lose its credibility." ”

Zhang Shigui agreed: "Yes, what are we donating so much money for, is it to help the victims?" Where is this money needed, not all have other purposes. ”

Hou Junji ordered the servant to stir-fry, and then gritted his teeth, went to his private room to take out two bananas and two bottles of beer, and came to the study to share with Zhang Shigui.

Because of his arrogant personality and poor temper, Hou Junji does not say that he has any enemies in the court, but it is always difficult to get along with others.

This Zhang Shigui has a decent relationship with him, otherwise he would not have come to him specifically at this time.

This is also the reason why he only has three bottles of beer in total, he drank one bottle himself, and the remaining two bottles were all taken out and shared with Zhang Shigui.

Zhang Shigui was taken aback, his eyes were hot and moved: "Lao Hou, there are only these three bottles of wine in the gifts Chen Chu gave you, have you taken them all out?" ”

"Don't worry so much, drink the fuck first! I don't believe that I won't be able to get more good things from Chen Chu in the future, you can taste this banana, the taste is really a must, and the current fruits of Datang can't be compared. ”

Hou Junji motioned for Zhang Shigui to be like him, and knocked off the cap with his teeth.

The two of them took two sips slowly, feeling the cold and mellow taste roll into their throats and into their abdomen, and the bitter and sweet taste made them slowly close their eyes and let out a long sigh.

The banana is even more delicious that Zhang Shigui is reluctant to bite into.

There has never been one in Datang that has such a white and greasy almost dazzling fruit under the cover of the peel.

Taking a sip of the flesh, it melts in the mouth, with a soft texture and infinite deliciousness, and the aroma of the flesh rushes into his mind, almost making him forget to swallow and chew.

Even if Hou Junji ate it for the second time, it was no different from his reaction.

Soon, the chef in Hou Junji's mansion brought a large plate of hot and sour shredded potatoes.

This was served on a large plate, and Hou Junji took a small bowl, sandwiched a few chopsticks in it, and handed it to the chef.

The chef thanked Hou Junji gratefully, and then happily took it away and went down to enjoy it.

"Lao Hou makes good use of people's hearts." Zhang Shigui said with a smile.

Hou Junji smiled slightly, he couldn't always supervise the chef's stir-frying, if he was afraid of what he would do, it was better to generously reward him with some delicacies.

It is very simple to dilute his cravings and dissolve his desires so as not to do extreme things.

The appeal of this sour and spicy shredded potato can be seen from this.

I saw countless pieces of potatoes cut into strips lying criss-crossed on the plate, mixed with red peppers.

And the chef also added vinegar, salt and some other seasonings to it according to Hou Junji's instructions.

These are all scriptures that Hou Junji took from his eldest grandson Wuji.

After all, although the eldest grandson Wuji is reluctant to share his things with others, it is no problem to contribute this sour and hot shredded potato, the delicious recipe that all the ministers have tasted.

The two of them rolled their throats, picked up their chopsticks one after another, and focused their eyes on picking at the clips.

Then, under the candle flame, the two fell into the ultimate enjoyment together, and sighed one after another.

Still in the Xicheng mansion, Song Jisheng was in a cold sweat, sitting on his chair in a daze, unable to speak bitterly in his heart.

The fiftieth person donated 6,000 guan, but even if he made up again, he only donated a total of 3,000 kan.

It can be said that no matter whether the rewards of His Majesty and the owner of the restaurant will be delegated or not, it has nothing to do with him Song Jisheng.

He was distressed not only about the three thousand, but also about the opportunity he missed!

One missed opportunity can be said to be negligent, but what about two?

If you encounter such a thing in the future, people will not donate, but once they want to donate, what else will they do?

He Song Jisheng didn't have so much courage, and in the end, he couldn't compete with the big men in Chang'an City.

"What to do, what to do, where is the opportunity to remedy?"

His forehead was sweating anxiously, and he was thinking hard about the people he knew, but he hadn't heard anyone say anything about his friendship with that Chen Chu.

Come to think of it, such high-ranking figures, these people are not even officials and scholars, where is the opportunity to intersect?

"Bastard!" He angrily lifted the coffee table, and the things on it smashed to the ground, just like Song Jisheng's heart now, shattered to the ground.

Some people secretly came to the Merit Terrace on Suzaku Street at night to see it, and were disappointed to find that no second stone monument had been built here.

However, they also comforted themselves that the last time the owner of the restaurant built it, wasn't it the second night of the fundraiser, and they still had a day to wait for tomorrow.