"Brother Zhongyong, it's steamed, it's steamed—" Ma Erya came out of Yue Wenzhai's kitchen, excitedly raised his two hands, rolled up his sleeves, and ran towards the study as he spoke. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly, there was a loud "thump" sound from the kitchen. The flames burst into the sky.

Fang Zhongyong put down the book and walked out of the study, first saw Ma Erya standing there in a trance stunned, and then saw the kitchen with billowing smoke.

"It's out of the water, find someone to put out the fire." Chai Lin hugged a maid with a graceful posture and a face like a cone, and walked out of his room lazily, shouting at the housekeeper while pushing the maid aside.

"Yes, yes, yes, the little ones will go." The butler hurried to answer, summoned a servant, went straight to the stable, picked up a horse, whipped it away.

Not long after, a team of "latent fire team" soldiers, holding large and small buckets, sprinklers, hemp, axes and saws, ladders, fire forks, large ropes, iron cats and other fire-fighting equipment, quickly rushed to work.

While Fang Zhongyong was looking for Comrade Chen Qi, a little blasting expert and pig teammate, he couldn't help but sigh that the urban fire protection system in the capital city of Bianjing in the Great Song Dynasty was really as perfect, fast and effective as written in the history books of his previous life.

I remember reading "Tokyo Menghualu" in my previous life, and the "fire prevention" regulations recorded that in the streets and alleys of Bianjing City, a "military patrol shop" was set up every 300 steps, and five "shopkeepers" were placed in each shop, responsible for "night patrols".

In the high part of the city, a "fire watchtower" was built, and "there were soldiers of the submarine fire team" on the upper floors to look, and once a fire was discovered, it was necessary to immediately report it and immediately dispatch to "draw water to extinguish it, and not to bother the people."

Due to the large urbanization of the population in the Northern Song Dynasty, a prosperous commercial city like Bianjing, once a fire broke out, the fire could not be controlled in time, and the economic and population losses were very large, so the Northern Song Dynasty established the world's earliest and most complete professional urban fire protection organization, which the Song people called the "latent fire team".

The "submarine fire team" is included in the army establishment and is called the submarine fire unit. Although the submarine fire team in Bianjing is assigned to the command and dispatch of the front division of the palace, its actions are quite flexible and mobile.

This point, from the history of the Song Dynasty, a certain Di Qing's family worshiped God, so the fire was lit in the backyard, but before worshipping God for a few minutes, the "hidden fire team" quickly arrived because of the fire, and rushed in, and actively extinguished the fire Oolong story, it can be seen in general.

Fang Zhongyong looked around, as far as he could see, he was following behind the Hidden Fire Team, and the one with a stupid smile on his face was not Chen Qi.

"Chen Qi-" Fang Zhongyong raised his voice and shouted, "You come here-"

Chen Qi was like a crab, with his hands and feet, with a full sense of embarrassment, and moved over.

"Tell me, how's it going?" Fang Zhongyong asked helplessly.

"Grinding the powder that hasn't been steamed yet, it's too much, and it exploded with Mars Zifei," Chen Qi scratched his head, bared his white teeth again, pointed to the "Hidden Fire Team" not far away, and smiled and said, "Look, it's time to put out the fire." ”

Fang Zhongyong was used to seeing his face, it didn't matter, he looked unfazed, and suddenly looked up to the sky and roared: "I'll try to use the lion snail powder, instant noodles, dried vegetables——"

Then, he pinched Chen Qi's neck with both hands and shook it twice, before he put it down: "You say, how do you compensate?" ”

Ma Erya did the same, and also grabbed Chen Qi's neck and shook, her small body seemed to fall on Chen Qi's neck and hit a swing, very cute and said: "Chen Qi, you say, how do you compensate Brother Zhongyong?" ”

Chen Qi just scratched his head.

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For the next ten days, Chen Qi was detained by Fang Zhongyong in the kitchen, where he studied and practiced the whole process of washing, soaking, grinding, steaming, pressing, resteaming, cooling, and drying rice and vegetables.

The finished product is dried rice noodles, semi-dried rice noodles, dried vegetables, and dried bacon.

In the past ten days, Chen Qi has swished and become a fat man with lightning speed.

This made Fang Zhongyong and Ma Erya sigh greatly, the cook who didn't want to be a fat man was really not a good cook.

Chai Lin has recently become keen on taking concubines, and because the concubines have a few rooms, it is really a bit of a waste of space, so he discussed with Fang Zhongyong and went to buy two more houses.

As for Chai Lin's concubines, they basically dazzled Fang Zhongyong's blind face, and he couldn't tell who was who.

The concubines of the Northern Song Dynasty are equivalent to long-term partners who are kept at home, contract workers, have no social status, and do not have to be as solemn as marrying a wife.

And the wife enjoys all the privileges brought by her husband's social status, economic wealth, etc., and is in charge of household affairs, while the concubine is different, has no social status, no social recognition, and is almost a girl engaged in special services.

However, there are still countless girls who are willing to be Chai Lin's concubines.

Of course, only Chai Lin himself knows that how many girls are largely because he has a friend Fang Zhongyong, a prodigy who is famous all over the world, and a really talented friend, is willing to commit to being a concubine.

Chai Lin also thought about finding a true love. Leave behind the past and find your sweetheart. After all, his father Chai Shao rarely interfered with him, and everything was free from childhood to adulthood.

However, these concubines are either trying to get their own money, or they want to have a prodigy and talented friend Dashu - Fang Zhongyong can rely on. He can't find anything else, he can't find the beautiful love in the poetry of those talented people.

Love or not, what matters, Chai Lin thought of this, and quickly changed his mind, inferiority complex and conceit alternately staged in the body, such as the power of the wilderness: there is wine today and drunk today, and it is okay to be happy.

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On the morning of the test, Jian Jiao had already ridden a horse, consciously and voluntarily, waiting outside the gate of Yue Wenzhai, waiting to send Fang Zhongyong to the Gongyuan to welcome this important event in her life.

Ma Erya prepared two three-layer test baskets for Fang Zhongyong, with all kinds of dim sum, as well as instant "instant noodles", "lion snail noodles" and "Chongqing noodles" developed by Fang Zhongyong. It was so crowded that there was no place to put pen and ink and other things, so Fang Zhongyong had to wrap another burden and hold it in front.

Jian Jiao still sat behind the horse, pulled Fang Zhongyong in front of the horse, pulled the reins lightly, wrapped her arms around Fang Zhongyong, and galloped forward.

It is autumn time, and the fallen leaves occasionally have one or two sycamore leaves, brushing the cheeks, itching. The cool morning breeze wafts through the ears, mischievous and fresh.

Yue Wenzhai is not far from Bianqiao, cross Bianqiao, and then turn south, you will arrive.

At this time, the Bianqiao was crowded, and they were all soldiers rushing to the examination room.

Among them: some are young and handsome, with vigorous steps, swaying around empty-handed, and there are scholars behind them to help carry boxes and cages; There are also poor clothes, sweating profusely, and carrying luggage backpacks that travel thousands of miles; Some are old-fashioned, and several people in the family take the exam at the same time; There are also those who are preoccupied and walk with their heads bored.

Of course, there are also those who sit in a high-headed carriage and think that they have done a good job of fixing the joints of all parties, and think that they are sure to win.

The chief examiner and the deputy examiner entered the curtain very early, and each was in their own small dark room, asking questions, inspecting the field, and re-re-rolling.

As in the township examination, the examination must go through a more stringent inspection procedure, the same is to enter the examination room one day in advance, and then there are cumbersome examination room rules to read, candidates to bathe, carry items to inspect and so on to pass through one by one.

"Hey, Zhongyong, you're here. I'm tired and it's easy to find a way all over the field. ”

As soon as Fang Zhongyong walked into the gate of the Tribute Academy, a young student with a square face hurriedly ran up and stopped him.