Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 495 Huayin Ximen
The breeze blows the willows, and the sun is warm.

The west gate of Huayin is wide open, and on the right side, there are countless washed, head and intestines removed, and strings of jumping gnats in a basin. On the fire next to it, there is a finger-deep pan, with a half-finger-deep inside. Oil.

It's not lard, it's soybean oil. The pool of oil slowly flows in the pan as it is heated, and the fragrant smell makes people swallow saliva unconsciously.

Relatively speaking, meat oil is delicious and vegetarian oil is fragrant.

On the grass mound next to Dang, sat He Gouxiong, the envoy's special hand-cooker, and beside him were some powdered condiments.

Shijun is delicious, Huayin Ling Guihai Haomiao deliberately flatters, and it is inevitable to use better materials.

A little farther away, there were two high chairs strewn about. Fan Zheng basked in the sun comfortably, chatting with Gui Hai Haomiao time after time.

"With the change of master, it will be easier for you to control Huayin County, right?"

Yang Deyi was moved by Fan Zheng to Yuezhou, more than [-] miles away, and moved to the right, so he was naturally grateful to Fan Zheng.

Knowing that Fan Zheng was trying to weaken Yang's influence in Huayin County, Yang Deyi was willing to move to the right.

This is a conspiracy, and you can't help it.

Even Yang Wei, faced with Fan Zheng's move, could only sulk and couldn't speak out.

If it is true, which clansman chews the grain, hey, the patriarch is not happy to see the clansman being promoted, how can he win people's hearts in the future?

The new director is a good thing for the former Zheng County to move from the ninth rank to the county lieutenant and move to a higher level. Who would not want to do it?
Don't look at this time, many people are promoted by leaps and bounds, but they are the lucky ones. Normal promotion, one level is not easy, and it takes several years to get seniority.

Guihai Haomiao took over the fried jumping scorpion after Fan Zheng, even though the aroma made his index finger twitch, he still abided by the etiquette of respect and inferiority, and waited for Fan Zheng to eat it first before eating it.

It is not without the rule to eat first, but it is not Tangtang Huayin's turn to order first.

What's more, every step, including grinding the seasoning, was watched by Lei Jiu.

Not to mention Fan Zheng's specialization, almost every third-rank official will have such a skill.

Even though the jumping gnats are slightly bigger, there is only burnt fragrance left, and the tenderness is rare, it is still full of praise.

"Aye, I want to eat!"

The son of Guihai Haomiao and the younger sister of Cardamom were greedy, and after being patient to greet the ceremony, they didn't care about being reserved anymore and clamored to eat.

Especially that little girl, who was eating jumping worms, her little canine teeth were exposed, and her face was full of cuteness, she was really cute.

Lovely is cute, Fan Zheng still pays attention to keeping a distance, don't make it look like an old man, giving people a weird feeling in broad daylight.

The sons of the officials also moved after smelling the fragrance, and one by one they ate the jumping beetles one by one, and then put the bamboo sticks into the dustpan beside the stove.

After that, the salivating son of a common man also enjoyed it.

The powerful, merchants, and farmers were completely relieved now.

After all, Fan Zheng can be regarded as the biggest official that most Huayin people can see, he can eat jumping worms, who has any doubts?
"After daring to eat locust gods, are you not afraid of the might of the sky? The imperial court still offered sacrifices to Tu (another name for big insects), scales, feathers, stalks, hairs, naked (short-haired beasts), mail (road signs), and scorpions ( Field trails), cats, insects, where there are 180 seven gods, how can you wait for me to do something wrong?"

An old man in crimson clothes, with his beard and hair spread horizontally, stood under the west gate and roared.

Fan Zheng glanced at it, and asked Gui Hai Haomiao indifferently: "I'm afraid there is something wrong with this person's head?"

Guihai Haomiao smiled wryly: "The doctor of Confucian classics said nonsense, those who are stupid in reading books don't know the sufferings of people's livelihood at all."

This Ye Niang has the foresight!
Fan Zheng is not a patient and reasonable person. With a wave of his hand, Lei Qi and Lei Jiu brought it up like chickens, and the mouth of Hu Yanzhi was chattering endlessly.

He Gouxiong was also quite playful, he rolled up a bunch of deep-fried jumping cockroaches, tried to get the temperature right, and stuffed them all into Nonsense's mouth.

Hu Yanzhi didn't react, but instinctively chewed with his mouth, and swallowed the jumping worm.

Suddenly, Hu Yanzhi's face tightened.

Fan Zheng ate a bunch of jumping beetles lazily: "Dr. Can you taste it?"

Lei Qi gave Lei Jiu a wink with a smirk, and the two let go at the same time, ran nonsense, leaning on a locust tree and "wow" to vomit.

The taste is very good, but the nonsense is resisted from the bottom of my heart, and I would rather vomit it out forcibly.

"If the official orders you to eat three meals a day, you can only eat jumping gnats. Would you rather starve to death, or do you half-push and eat while scolding?"

Gui Hai Haomiao was dumbfounded by Fan Zheng's bad taste, but Lei Qi smiled a little.

For this "honest gentleman", it is best to treat it in this way.

"If locusts are flying all over the sky, and the common people have nothing to harvest, how about cooking them for food at that time?"

There was a hint of viciousness in Fan Zheng's voice, making Hu Yanzhi's limbs cold, as if staring at a big bug.

Hu Yanzhi calmed down and argued forcefully: "The Ministry of Rites and the Temple Department have sacrificial rituals..."

Fan Zheng sneered: "Wo Yu, a doctor in the temple department, has a very close friendship with this official. At worst, this official will let him list insects as wild sacrifices in the temple."

A little bragging, Fan Zheng's energy is really not that great.

The most important thing is that it is the patent of great Confucians to sacrifice to the gods. Even a great Confucian like Linghu Defen can't make a decision in one word, let alone Fan Zheng, a wild man who is not familiar with civil and military skills.

The problem is, Gui Hai's vastness and nonsense are not at the same level, so how can I know what Fan Zheng said is false or true.

Hearing this, Hu Yanzhi spat out blood in anger, staring at Fan Zheng with red eyes.

"No matter what gods are sacrificed, there is only one purpose: to let the common people live well and multiply."

"If the people of Huazhou can survive in the disaster year, don't talk about eating locusts and locusts. Even if the gods stop them, I dare to eat them!"

"The Great Tang is based on the people. Whether it is the imperial court, Fangwai, various government offices, or various schools, people's livelihood is the first priority. These people who have no regard for the life and death of the people and only value the so-called locust gods count one by one. Immediately clean up all the government offices, Zhu Xue, will never be hired!"

Fan Zheng sternly reprimanded him.

The envoy has spoken, who else can hesitate?

The two Huayin county officials looked at each other, pinched them from left to right, and quickly stripped off Hu Yanzhi's crimson clothes, leaving only Gema's middle clothes.

It's just a mere foreign official, not to mention Fan Zheng, even Guihai Haomiao can make a decision with one word.

"color!"

Outside the west gate, a lot of common people gathered at unknown time and cheered.

Fan Zheng's words were too uplifting. How many times have ordinary people been valued so much?
Among the cheering people were students from more than ten counties.

enough.

I have long been fed up with the vicious language of nonsense and the attitude of not taking the lives of the common people seriously, but there is no way to sue.

Finally, I don't have to be victimized by fallacies and heresies!

Fan Zheng smiled and pointed to Guihai Haomiao: "Just now that Yang Deyi was taken away, the Yang family will be a little bit depressed, so he awarded him the doctorate degree in Confucianism."

Guihai Haomiao slapped his thigh: "Wonderful! Yang Deyi's elder brother Yang Deqian served as the chief historian in Zezhou, and his second brother Yang Dekun studied at home intensively, and he can be a doctor."

The interests were instantly balanced, and Yang really had nothing to say.

Slapping a sweet date is also the way to be an official.

(End of this chapter)