Wang Anshi's eyes wandered around, and finally landed on the "soup cake" column above the dish brand. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the Northern Song Dynasty, food made from pasta was called "cake":

The baked ones are called "baked cakes", such as the baked white cakes used to make mutton steamed buns in later generations, as well as pancakes, finger cakes, etc.; boiled water, called "soup cake", that is, noodles; Steamed, called "steamed cakes", refers to steamed buns and buns.

Wang Anshi's gaze fell along his fingertips one by one: pickled raw soft sheep soup cake, tung skin soup cake, salt fried bamboo shoots shredded soup cake, inserted meat soup cake, three fresh soup cakes, butterfly soup cakes, plucked meat and bean sprouts soup cakes......

"Little lady, a bowl of shredded chicken soup cakes, a bowl of fish and spinach soup cakes, a bowl of crab roe soup cakes, and a bowl of shrimp soup cakes. I want another Hu cake," Wang Anshi pointed his finger to the "steamed cake" on the other side of the cutting board, and said fluently:

"I also want a vegetable cake, a bacon jerky cake, and a pot of hot tea, hurry up."

"Well, a few guest officers, you are waiting, what other orders do you have, call slaves at any time-" The proprietress greeted her attentively, and as she spoke, she put away the cutting board, twisted her slender waist, and went to command.

After a while, the steaming pasta is served, and it is fragrant.

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On the construction embankment of the Henglong section, Dali Temple inherited Fan Zhongyan, concurrently served as the river embankment envoy, and was ordered to manage the river affairs in danger.

The magistrates of the prefectures and counties along the river, as well as the water supervisors, came to report one after another. River workers and people come and go, and dark clouds sweep over this flood of suffering from time to time, looking at Fan Zhongyan's eyes, there are bursts of heartache.

A small official with protruding lips like a woodpecker ran over quickly, handed over a stack of letters to Fan Zhongyan, and saluted while saying: "It's Ouyang Daguan, who was sent by the order post urgently, and Ouyang Daguan said, be sure to ask Fan Xianggong to read it." ”

Fan Zhongyan hesitated slightly, took the letter, waved his hand, and walked towards his temporary office account.

The silver knife broke through the sealed wax, and inside the letter, there were some desirable texts that emerged from the current policy of governing the river in the Jiangnan Xidao Township Examination that Ouyang Xiu had just presided over.

The light in the tent was dim, but Fan Zhongyan felt a sense of relief in his heart.

Like Ouyang Xiu and Wang Gongchen, Fan Zhongyan was also born in a single-parent family.

If Ouyang Xiu and Wang Gongchen lost their fathers when they were young, and then they were taken care of by their uncles, it is a kind of common face of human warmth and suffering; Then Fan Zhongyan and his biological mother's experience of being abandoned by their biological father and being taken in by their adoptive father but still being excluded and persecuted is more bloody.

After the first class in high school, Fan Zhongyan was not like Ouyang Xiu and Wang Gongchen, who were caught as sons-in-law by the list of major members of the dynasty and focused on training. So his life, starting from the lowest level, with real political achievements, step by step from the local, to the center, from the seven-grade sesame official, to the ruling of the court.

Later generations looked at Fan Zhongyan's life, and most of them were filled with infinite compassion and sighs:

He has never formed a party for personal gain, on the contrary, he has a generous heart beyond the ordinary scholars and doctors at that time, as well as the same as him, he is the only civil official who is sincere and kind to Di Qing, he has a "hundred official map" on Emperor Renzong, which outlines in detail the interests between the hundred officials, but unexpectedly because of the impeachment of the "friends" impeachment to avoid suspicion, was degraded for thousands of miles;

In the years of his life, every major crisis in the Great Song Dynasty, whether it was the Yellow River or the Song-Xia War, when he was in danger and became one of the mainstays,

But every time when the smoke of gunpowder dissipates, in the prosperous peace and joy of Bianjing, he is disgusted by everyone for his heaviness, his prosperity is dangerous, and he will not enjoy life.

Perhaps from the perspective of individualism, Fan Zhongyan's sincerity is far inferior to his contemporary, Xia Zhu, who will enjoy life, enjoy life with his friends, and know how to retaliate and play politics.

But no matter from which point of view, if a country has more officials like Fan Zhongyan, it is a blessing for the country, and if the officials of a country are Xia Zhu, then it should also be destroyed.

Later historians gave Fan Fuzi a very high evaluation, and he was known as the first person in the Song Dynasty to be worthy of quality and virtue in the past three hundred years.

From when he joined the army as the manager of the German army in Qipinguang, to the mobilization of the Qingjun Festival to promote the officials, to the salt warehouse supervisor in Xixi, Hailing, Taizhou, and to boil the sea to make salt in office, to the fact that he was demoted because of his loyalty to the Empress Dowager Liu E, and then to his re-promotion to the capital because of his meritorious service in governing the river in the south...... He has long been inside and outside the court, and he has countless fans......

And Ouyang Xiu, who is in the rich and gentle township, admires the ancient sages and sages in his heart, and is also one of Fan Zhongyan's most loyal junior fans.

In Ouyang Xiu's heart, Xiao Fan Xianggong is electricity, light, and the only myth, Ouyang Xiu's life, he likes to slap hundreds of officials, when the court's famous ministers Fu Bi, Yan Shu, Lu Yijian, Wen Yanbo, Han Qi, there is no one who has not been slapped by Ouyang Xiu with his outstanding literary statements, Ouyang Xiu has never served anyone in his life, only Fan Zhongyan.

Fan Zhongyan still had a serious expression, he sighed, concentrating on the river control strategy in his hand, and read it carefully word by word.

Very serious and meticulous.

After reading the first article of Chai Lin's river management strategy, his heart was already throbbing and surprised, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.

The second part of Fang Zhongyong's river management strategy made him have mixed feelings.

-- This is an idea that is similar to his political views, but is not in line with the current government and the court. An idea that always regards the party members and the Khitan people as a scourge, is on guard, and waits for the day when they seek to forge ahead. Although the entry point is to cure the floods of the Yellow River, the pen is everywhere, and it is full of dangers, and it is dangerous to be prepared for danger in times of peace in the future.

Fan Zhongyan, who was not confused, his hands began to tremble slightly, and after a long time, his heart slowly calmed down. Picked up the pen and began to write a reply to Ouyang Xiu.

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At the Luming banquet, next to a big drum, the little lady who teaches opera, wipes her breasts, and is gorgeous and romantic.

I saw that she was shaking a clapper in her left hand and holding a small drum hammer in her right hand, and she was swinging freely, directing the group of musicians standing behind her.

With her rhythmic movements, the Kun melody played by the ensemble of guzheng, pipa, dong flute and flute is like flowing water, soothing and melodious.

It seems that Fang Zhongyong suddenly returned to his previous life, when the symphony was played in the concert hall, the very forced audience posture.

should be to the beat of the music drums, a young and pretty student, twisting his waist and babbling, sang a relaxed and lively drama. In every gesture, he flicked his hair from time to time, and in the wicked and wild swinging of his long hair, he had a kind of rock and roll style.

Wait, between that little student's eyebrows and eyes, why is it so familiar?

Fang Zhongyong was still thinking, and Wang Anshi beside him was already half-amused, half-serious, and half-surprised in a tone, and laughed: "Yan Ruxu used the 'rock'n' style you taught him to sing the Kun dialect today, really, how can you say it?" ”

"What a strange word." Wang Andao, who stepped forward, also accosted: "What, do you know this official? I heard that he was a famous character. ”