Zhao Zongjing hugged two ruddy, fragrant, and hot roast ducks!

Wang Ningan was stunned, there was a roast duck in Youzhou so early, is it a cheap shop, or Quanjude?

"Erlang, do you know what the name of this store is?"

Wang Ningan shook his head, and Zhao Zongjing couldn't help laughing, "It's called Wang Xianggong - duck!" ”

"Which prince?" Di Qing said curiously. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Of course it's our Wang Erlang, Lord Wang!"

Wang Ningan was so angry that he suddenly stood up and pointed at Zhao Zongjing with his finger, "Are you looking for a fight?" Dare to choreograph me, see if I don't give you some color to see! ”

As he spoke, Wang Ningan clenched his fists and pounced.

It just so happened that Di Yong came back from outside, and he was also carrying a delicate roast duck in his hand.

"Dad, try Wang Xianggong - duck!"

In an instant, Wang Ningan's face turned black.

Di Yong was startled, and hurriedly explained, it turned out that a few years ago, Wang Ningan was still teaching in the Six Arts School, at that time, some poor students lacked clothes in winter, and their faces were bruised from the cold, which was very pitiful, but leather clothes were very expensive, and they couldn't afford them.

Wang Ningan ordered the school to breed ducks and use duck feathers to make clothes and bedding, which were deeply liked by the students.

Later, the down jacket spread, and the people outside also wore it, just like that, there were a lot of people who raised ducks in Cangzhou, and every autumn, they grabbed the ducks and pulled out the duck feathers, and the remaining duck meat was worthless.

There was a very clever vendor who bought ducks at a low price, then spread the sauce and roasted them to a red date, which turned out to be very popular, and many people rushed to follow suit.

Gradually, more and more people selling roast duck were all small at first, and they didn't even have a font size.

Since the recovery of Youzhou, Wang Ning'an has become famous, everyone in the world knows about it, and the vendor who sells roast duck also wants to have a relationship with Wang Ning'an.

No, he changed his name to "Wang Xianggong - Duck!" ”

It is said that after changing the trade size, it sells two or three times more a day, and the vendors are very happy.

After listening to this story, Wang Ningan's face turned black into iron.

How did he figure it out, why was something wrong, yes, was Lao Tzu the one who did that kind of thing? If this spreads all over the world and to future generations, where will my old face go?

No, we must stop it, we must seal it up, we must arrest the hawker, and give him eighteen kinds of punishment, he is a duck, and his whole family is a duck!

Zhao Zongjing gloated, and he was still persuading him!

"Erlang, if you want to say that this is nothing, look at it, which celebrity is not like this, Bianjing has Zhang Fei pork, Liu Bei straw shoes, Guan Yu tofu...... Let's take Grandpa Tai as an example! Isn't there another kind of cake called the Great Rescue! ”

Di Qing also said: "When I was in the capital, I ate it, and the merchant who sold the cake also said that his grandfather gave oil cakes to Emperor Taizu back then, saving Taizu's life. ”

Zhao Zongjing said: "Small businessmen and hawkers, live on this, Erlang, you can't be so small-bellied, prime minister, you must be able to hold up the boat in your belly......"

Wang Ningan smacked him mercilessly.

It doesn't matter if anything else, get a prince - duck, Lao Tzu is still alive!

Wang Ningan was so angry that he turned his head and rushed out directly, Di Yong was startled, and hurriedly asked, "Dad, little prince, do you want to go and see?" In case the prince is angry, I'm afraid that it will not be easy to clean up. ”

Di Qing smiled, "Don't care, Erlang is a person who knows measure, let's eat." ”

Saying that, these three threw off their cheeks, picked out fat and tender good meat, and ate with their mouths full of oil, and they were very happy. Almost half an hour later, Zhao Zongjing bought two ducks, Di Yong bought one, a total of three ducks, and only bones were left to eat.

At this time, Wang Ningan came back from outside, and Zhao Zongjing spread his hands, "Erlang, it's not that we won't leave it for you, there's no way, it's so delicious." ”

Wang Ningan snorted, "What have you seen!" ”

As he spoke, Wang Ning'an was like a trick, and took out a roast duck from behind, and took out a dagger from his boots. I saw that he was flying like a fly, slicing the duck meat into thin slices, and I don't know where to take out another stack of pancakes, and then asked people to go to the kitchen to write sweet noodle sauce and cucumber strips.

Wang Ning'an rolled up slowly, eating with relish, these three stared at the boss, they also wanted to taste it, but the duck meat reached the neck, so they could only stare dryly.

"Let me tell you, I went to give the roast duck shop a name, called the cheap shop, and taught them how to eat duck, since then, there is no Wang Xianggong, duck, some are just cheap shops!" Wang Ningan proudly showed off, the more he ate, the more fragrant it became, and he even wiped out a whole roast duck!

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After some preparations, Zhao Zhen finally drove away from Youzhou.

But before leaving, there's one more activity.

140 miles away from Youzhou, there is a place called Pinggu, there is also a Xuanyuan platform here, the local people all say that this was once the Yellow Emperor Temple, and later the Khitan stole Youzhou, only gradually abandoned and abandoned, leaving only a platform.

Immediately, Ouyang Xiu led a group of people to investigate, and looked for Fang Zhi records, not to mention, they did find evidence, Xuanyuan Terrace is indeed the former Yellow Emperor Temple, and the history can be traced back to the Han Dynasty.

After getting the news, Wang Ningan immediately ordered to mobilize 30,000 people, spent 300,000 yuan, and spent more than two months to restore the Yellow Emperor Temple.

After the restoration, the Yellow Emperor Temple has an excellent location, surrounded by mountains on three sides, facing the water on one side, simple and solemn, thick and heavy.

The building adopts the style of the Han and Tang dynasties, sparing no expense, using the best bricks and stones, white marble steps, winding up. The statue of the two ancestors of Fengyan and Huang in the main hall, next to Fuxi, Shennong, and several emperors sat upright with a majestic expression.

After people see it, they can't help but feel the urge to kneel.

On this day, the wind is mild, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the temperature is pleasant.

The supreme of the Great Song Dynasty, Zhao Zhen, accompanied by a group of ministers and generals, slowly walked into the Yanhuang Temple.

Outside the temple, tens of thousands of Yanyun's people gathered, most of them were old men over half a hundred years old, they looked up, tiptoeed, and looked.

Zhao Zhen was holding a stick of incense in his hand, and in front of Zhao Zhen, there was a three-legged treasure tripod, which was filled with whale oil and was burning.

Zhao Zhen's expression was solemn, and he lit the incense with the flame of whale oil.

Then turned around, walked slowly, walked to the front of the statue of the two emperors, and officially inserted the incense in, at this moment, everyone was thunderous, and the people below were in tears, and some people were prostrate on the ground, crying loudly, similar to children.

Reshape the soul of Han!

This is what Wang Ningan has been working hard for.

He built the Yanhuang ancestral hall, and the Yanhuang ancestral temple in Pinggu is the largest one.

Zhao Zhen personally lit the incense, the flame was from the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum in Shaanxi, it took a month to transport, in order to make this flame endless, I don't know how much work was spent along the way, there were dozens of tired livestock alone, escorted by soldiers along the way, and did not dare to slack off.

Finally, in the midst of all the attention, it was transported to Pinggu.

By the supreme of the Great Song Dynasty, personally incense, the leader of the literary world Ouyang Xiu recited the sacrificial text, the whole ceremony, sacred and solemn, meticulous!

A stick of incense from the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum!

The ruined Yellow Emperor Temple has been restored!

Youzhou, which was lost to the hands of the Khitan, is back!

It's like a wanderer who has returned to his hometown for many years, and it's like a wandering duckweed that has something to rely on!

The Han people of Yanyun, you have been lost for more than a hundred years, and you have returned to the arms of your ancestors!

Sadness, weeping, joy, moving......

Everyone did not hesitate to spare their emotions and vented vigorously.

Some even bit their fingers on the spot and swore to God.

Never let the Han family lose an inch of their homeland!

Never put shame on your ancestors!

It is by no means easy to be a traitor and traitor!

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Just outside the temple, Xiong Dun and more than 20 other gentry who colluded with the Liao State were tied up.

In order to arrest them, Wang Ningan dispatched 15,000 people, led by Wang Ningxuan, and went deep into the grassland for 300 miles, and arrested them back!

As long as you rebel against the Han family, even if you go to heaven and earth, you will be arrested back!

"Chop"

At the sound of an order, the Mo knife was raised high, and with a thunderbolt flash, all the heads were cut off, and they rolled on the ground, and the blood stained the stone steps red. Shocking!

"Okay!"

"Kill hard!"

"What a damn thing!"

The people were very relieved and thundered with joy.

In the middle of the crowd, there were some people with very unsightly faces, including Wang Xiang's two sons.

These two boys were arranged by Wang Ningan to the military camp, and they were sent to repair the temple.

did not raise their noble hands at all because of their relationship with the Wang family, on the contrary, these two rabbit cubs also increased their punishment and did more than ordinary people.

Wang Ningan knew that they were all young, and wanted to move them, so that they could really change their hearts and minds.

That's a dream!

Only let them pay the price, accept the punishment, let them see with their own eyes, how the traitor is finished, the punishment is unforgettable, the miserable end, deep into the heart, sooner or later, one day, their double chamber of commerce will come back.

No, seeing the indignation of the people, shouting and killing, they all trembled, biting their lips, in a trance, as if that big knife was about to fall on their heads!

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"Wang Qing, the people's will is available, you just have to let it go, I look forward to stabilizing Youzhou as soon as possible and recovering Yunzhou! When the time comes, I will personally go out to cheer up all the soldiers and spread the word! ”

Obviously, Uncle Zhao is addicted to the royal driving pro-campaign, and Wang Ningan is not easy to refute, so he can only say: "The minister must do his best to live up to His Majesty's trust!" ”

Witnessing the completion of the ancestral temple and putting on the first incense, Zhao Zhen drove away from Youzhou.

This time, Zhao Zhen's team is even more majestic than when he came.

Yang Huaiyu led 3,000 cuirassiers and closely guarded Zhao Zhen's surroundings. They were sharply armoured, armed with long spears, and were majestic and murderous.

Compared to when they came, after the baptism of war, these soldiers were more than twice as strong!

Behind them, there were 20,000 Japanese soldiers, equally majestic and fierce.

For decades, the Great Song Dynasty has not had such a heroic army, as a king, the commander of the army, and thousands of glories, Zhao Zhen is going to be fluttering.

"All the army, let's go!"

The people and horses rolled towards Luoyang, Zhao Zhen looked forward to it, his sword of the Son of Heaven should point to Yunzhou and Hetao, maybe this day will not be far away......