Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 138
After the ceremony was over, all the other officials left, only Fan Zheng was still waiting outside the Chengtian Gate.

Zhang Anan stared at Fan Zheng displeasedly, "Your Majesty is tired, don't you know?"

Fan Zheng smiled wryly: "That won't work! I have to ask for some fresh vegetables from the hot spring soup supervisor. My wife wants to eat this."

There is no way, who made Guanglu Temple have to provide meals for the Great Court Meeting on the first day of the Yuan Dynasty?
In the meal, there are cabbage and lettuce presented by the hot spring soup supervisor of Sinong Temple. Can Fan Zheng be in a hurry?

Zhang Anan breathed heavily: "It's just such a trivial matter! You, go to Guanglu Temple to bring a few catties of vegetables that the hot spring soup supervisor paid tribute to the supervisor."

Fan Zheng carried ten catties of vegetables, thanked Zhang Anan, and left contentedly.

In the Liangyi Hall, Li Shimin, who was lazily leaning on a big insect leather chair and warming his foot stove, said in surprise, "Just for those few catties of vegetables? You don't have big ambitions."

Li Shimin said it was disgusting, but Li Shimin was still very satisfied.

In the imperial court, there are too few capable but ambitious people!
Although Fan Zheng's temper is a bit tough, he is not without worries, at least his family is his weakness.

What I am most afraid of is the kind of person whose heart is as hard as a stone!
After standing for a long time, the soles of Fan Zheng's feet hurt, even though the return journey was all about riding donkeys, it didn't change at all.

On both sides of the gate of the Fan family, there are couplets written by Zhen Xing in handwriting.

On the red paper, these eight regular scripts, which had already been glimpsed, made Fan Zheng feel a little helpless.

Hey, calligraphy all the way...

Even if Ouyang Xun took the ruler himself, he might not be able to teach Fan Zheng to write better.

This is God's fault.

"Zhen Bang's couplets are well written! Lucky!"

Fan Zheng laughed and entered the yard.

The relationship between the two families was already close, and they passed on the seat every year. This year, it should be the turn of Mrs. Fan's family first, but who made Du Shengxia pregnant?
Except for those in the pregnancy industry, many industries are actually a little superstitious, and they don't want to let pregnant people into the shop-except for customers.

Although Aunt Fan would never say anything, Fan Zheng would still notice this, and suggested that his family pass on the throne this year.

When Tusu wine was put on the table, Zhen Bang drank it first, followed by Zhen Bang, and then took the winning money from Du Shengxia.

After that, Zhen Bang threw the bamboo knots into the fire in the courtyard with a strange cry, and there was a moderate explosion, which made him jump up happily.

Zhen Xing rolled his eyes: "Childish."

Quietly, Zhen Xing grabbed a handful of preserved fruits and snacks, put them in a small cloth bag, tiptoed to the door, and came back after a quarter of an hour with a smile on his face.

Fan Zheng and Aunt Fan looked at each other and smiled, both knowing each other.

Du Shengxia glanced at Tusu wine and swallowed.

During pregnancy and breastfeeding, I have to stop drinking for a year and a half.

For the baby, bear it.

Taking a glance, Fan Zheng found Hua Dian, the number of colorful flags in the yard is much less than in previous years!

Oh, I see, most of the work in the house is taken over by Ku Zhenzhen, even female reds, no wonder there is less waste.

"I also asked His Majesty for some vegetables today, look, fresh cabbage and lettuce!"

It's not a mutant lettuce, it's a stalk-eating variety.

Du Shengxia immediately frowned, and a smile appeared on her gradually rounded face: "I want to add lettuce!"

Fan Laoshi glanced at Fan Zheng strangely, but didn't speak.

Yuan Luan chuckled: "You are willing to trade the favor of saving the queen for some vegetables."

"Ah?" Du Shengxia was vaguely uneasy, how dare this bite be so expensive?
Fan Zheng waved his hand: "Aniang didn't expect what the result would be if a big favor becomes a feud. After a long time, even if the taste doesn't change, it has to become weaker. It's better to make the family happy and cost-effective."

It's not that Yuan Luan objected to Fan Zheng's doing so, the key was to point out his daughter-in-law, knowing that her husband had made a sacrifice.

But don’t take everything for granted.

Du Shengxia smiled sweeter.

As time passed, her belly became more prominent, but the morning sickness disappeared inexplicably.

If he can eat, he will still take care of himself, hee hee.

Ku Zhenzhen now spends most of her time in Fan's house except going back to sleep at night. Apart from making meals, she has to take care of Du Shengxia from time to time, but she is very busy.

The crescent-shaped wontons made of wheat noodles, as well as various diced bacon, and freshly cooked lettuce slices, are fragrant.

There is no way, the taste of pregnant women is very strange, today they say they want to eat sour food, but tomorrow they will change to spicy food, so we can only accommodate.

One day, Du Shengxia suddenly wanted to eat Hezhou, but Ku Zhenzhen couldn't do it, and Fan Zheng didn't know where to buy it. Fortunately, Aunt Fan came to the rescue, so Du Shengxia didn't cry.

Fan Zheng skillfully filled half a bowl and ate slowly.

Du Shengxia ate a few moon-shaped wontons, and pushed the bowl away: "I can't eat any more!"

It's really not hypocritical, her food intake is a complete mystery, but with the help of Ku Zhenzhen, she can follow the principle of eating less and eating more.

It's just... every time there is always a lot of food left in her bowl.

She was still not happy about Sheng Shao.

In front of the old people, there should be no food left in the bowl, otherwise it would be a crime!

Therefore, Fan Zheng began to go through the process before Lu Jiasheng, and slowly practiced the eight-pack abs that did not exist.

But, knowing the result, Fan Zheng will of course be flexible, and he will fill half a bowl every time, so as to wipe out Du Shengxia's leftover food at any time.

Yuan Luan inevitably muttered a few words, but he could only ignore them.

People live in the world, and there is no such thing as perfection.

In the second and third grades of junior high school, they should go back to Yue's house, but with Du Shengxia's body, it's better not to take risks.

Asking Sun Jiu to drive the donkey cart and pull some ingredients over, it was also a New Year greeting to the Yue family.

Sun Jiu returned the donkey cart, took the fifty coins from Fan Zheng, said some auspicious words with a smile, took the bacon from Fan Zheng, turned and twisted into Wei Wuji's house.

Sun Jiu had a full stomach, and coaxed Wei Wuji to agree to have a meal with him on the grounds that he didn't know how to cook.

Hehe, as long as you are willing to work hard, do you still worry about not being able to kiss Fangze?

Sun Jiu's taste is still so different.

But outside the square, Sun Jiu didn't seem to have walked around for half a month.

……

In the first lunar month, the emperor visited Wei Palace in person, chatted cordially with Li Tai and Li Xin, checked the progress of Kuo Dizhi compilation and some volumes, pardoned sinners under death penalty in Yongzhou and Chang'an counties, exempted the people of Yankang Fang from rent and tax for one year, and rewarded them The money and silks of officials of different sizes in Wei Wangfu.

Note that it is rent, not all taxes!
The mediocrity and the tone still have to be handed over.

In February, the emperor visited Guozijian in person, offered sacrifices to all the sages and sages, pardoned the prisoners of Dali Temple and Wannian County, and rewarded sacrificial wine and excellent students.

Here comes the problem. Among the 20 students, there are always [-] of them who have always been dumb-headed students!
Li Shimin asked Kong Yingda softly: "The proportion of students is too high, right?"

Kong Yingda sighed: "This is the result of simplification and simplification, and it can't be reduced. This group of students has fought against state and county households, Mr. Accountant, Mr. Fanbang, and they have not lost a single one."

Li Shimin was surprised: "Are you really that powerful?"

Kong Yingda smiled wryly: "The head of the board even yelled out an even more arrogant slogan: Senior brother doesn't come out, who will fight!"

(End of this chapter)