Northern Song Dynasty: It’s a showdown, who said I, Zhao Zhen, don’t have a son?

Chapter 2 A country bumpkin who has never seen the world
After seeing the young man's face clearly and being briefly stunned, Zhao Zhen couldn't help but think of something that happened many years ago.

The children born by Zhao Zhen at that time either died at birth or died at a very young age.

This was obviously very wrong, especially after Empress Dowager Liu noticed it, she felt that there must be someone behind it.

So after Zhao Zhen's son was born, he quickly asked Guo Huai, the most trusted eunuch of Empress Dowager Liu, to take the prince away.

Time was urgent, and Zhao Zhen at that time only left a jade pendant of Yin Yang Fish as a token.

After so many years, if the princes were framed as Empress Dowager Liu said, then this child should have grown up.

He is as old as the boy in front of him.

It really looks like when I was a kid.
Zhao Zhen was thinking this, but he didn't want it to be their turn already.

Zhao He frowned and asked, "I'm just going to make fried buns and wontons. Do you have trouble choosing?"

Fan Zhongyan reminded in a low voice: "Guan family, it's our turn."

Zhao Zhen came back to his senses, glanced at it, pointed at the fried buns and said: "Then two. Oh, four?"

Zhao He looked at him with silly eyes.

Two grown men eat four fried buns. Didn’t you see how small the fried buns are?

Fan Zhongyan quickly smiled and said: "Shop, come first twenty people, two bowls of wontons, mine is more spicy."

After saying that, Fan Zhongyan was about to pay, but Zhao Zhen quickly stopped him: "Didn't you agree that I'll treat you? Keep the money."

Zhao Zhen touched his body and discovered that he had never been out, so naturally he never brought any money.

Zhao He watched him groping up and down and curled his lips. This man pretended to be rich even though he had no money.

Zhao Zhen looked embarrassed, and Fan Zhongyan smiled and said, "I'll pay for it."

After paying, Zhao He ordered some fried buns, but the quantity was not enough, so he turned around to get them.

He seemed to have a vigorous and resolute attitude, and he turned around with a dash of grace. When he turned around, his lapel was raised, and a jade pendant of a Yin-Yang fish also appeared.

Zhao Zhen suddenly froze, looking stunned.

Yin Yang fish.
There is no such thing as such a coincidence in the world!
"Uncle Guo, we are out of fried buns. Do you have any new ones?"

An old voice came from the back room: "Yes, Sir, I will deliver it."

A man with gray hair and a hint of age came out. Even after so many years, Zhao Zhen could still recognize the man in his thirties as he had aged.

Guo Huai!

Zhao Zhen couldn't help but took a few steps back, and Fan Zhongyan quickly supported him.

"Official?"

Fan Zhongyan knew that Zhao Zhen was ill, which was actually the reason why Fan Zhongyan refused to let Zhao Zhen send more, for fear of something going wrong.

After a moment of astonishment, Zhao Zhen's expression suddenly cheered up.

"I'm fine!"

Fan Zhongyan was startled and looked a little puzzled at Zhao Zhen who was suddenly full of energy.

The two of them took the fried dumplings and wontons, and happened to see a remote seat empty, so they quickly sat there.

Guo Huai, who saw Zhao Zhen at this moment, also looked stunned.

Official! !
Seeing this, Zhao He wondered: "Uncle Guo, what's wrong?"

Guo Huai looked at Zhao He, thought for a moment and shook his head with a smile: "It's okay to see an old friend, I'm going to do my work."

The business in the store is still booming, and Zhao He is still too busy.

Fan Zhongyan introduced with a smile: "The taste of these fried dumplings is amazing. If it came from someone like Su Xun, maybe I wouldn't be too surprised, but if it comes from the hands of a young boy, it is simply incredible."

But looking at Zhao Zhen's expression, Fan Zhongyan was a little confused.

Haven't you eaten yet?You should finish eating before talking about excitement, right?
"Guanjia, don't you want to eat?"

Only then did Zhao Zhen come back to his senses from the excitement, and then smiled and said: "That must be food."

At this moment, Zhao Zhen felt as if God had given him a huge surprise, but he had not yet had time to confirm it.

He then looked at the fried buns. The fried golden and crispy skin was a bit tempting. It happened that he had not eaten in the morning, so he also had an appetite.

Picking it up with chopsticks and putting it in your mouth, it is crispy in the mouth, but the flavor of the filling inside spreads out, and the unique texture and flavor suddenly spread.

tasty!Even Zhao Zhen, who was used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas, couldn't help but comment at this moment.

Fan Zhongyan chuckled. When Su Xun was in Bianjing, he kept him in his mouth. He didn't comment on ordinary delicacies. For so many years, only this pan-fried bun made people linger over it.

Wontons are a common item, but with this pan-fried bun, it’s hard to say without a whole bowl of wontons.

Plain and simple is the best taste in the world!
When Fan Zhongyan was about to use his chopsticks, he had already watched Zhao Zhen eat five or six pieces.

Seeing this, he quickly started to move, not caring about the inferiority of master and servant, and started to move.

Otherwise, the fried buns would be gone!

Official, aren't you here to see me off?I thought you looked down on this thing, but these twenty are enough for me to eat!
Why do you look like you don't intend to leave it to me?
Zhao He glanced at the two people from time to time and felt a little strange.

I don’t know why, but I felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy when I looked at that country bumpkin just now.

As for why he is a country bumpkin, of course it is because that person has never seen the world, but isn’t he a country bumpkin?
He also came to Bianjing half a month ago, and he brought the delicacies from his hometown. Some people will never get tired of eating fried buns for a lifetime, not to mention this group of hicks in the Song Dynasty who have never seen anything new. They are.

But that country bumpkin is quite rich, so he should be considered a rich man.

Zhao He thought like this and calculated the days to come.

A pan-fried bun sells for one penny, and it can probably sell more than 2000 yuan a day. Adding more than 200 bowls of wontons, after deducting the cost, it can earn three guans a day.

Zhao He is a chemistry graduate student from the 21st century. When he was bored while studying in his previous life, he liked to think about cooking. This fried dumpling recipe was easy and easy for him.

It was unlucky to say that during the third year of graduate school, a new beautiful girl came to the laboratory, and Zhao He was responsible for taking care of her. He was very excited at the time, but he did not expect that this girl was very good at theoretical knowledge, but was a mess in practical operations.

Who in the right mind would add water to metallic sodium!

In fact, the small explosion was nothing, but what was placed next to it was sulfide. The gas produced after mixing with other things, Zhao He kicked his legs directly after inhaling it.

Then he came here. Uncle Guo raised him since he was a child. He got seriously ill not long ago, and then he took advantage of him. He is now Zhao He.

Thinking of this, Zhao He couldn't help but shake his head. It's all over anyway, and the task now is to make money.

Three dollars a day is already a very high income for a commoner like Zhao He. Nowadays, even the stalls next door can't stand Zhao He.

The customers all go to your place to eat, so what do we sell?
There was nothing I could do about it, Zhao He's fried buns tasted so good that they were all attracted to them. The only thing to blame was their poor taste.

But we still have to prevent ourselves from getting slapped!

"Today's fried buns have been sold out. If you want to eat, come back tomorrow morning."

Hearing this, the guests behind him were immediately unhappy.

"Nima, I came to line up early in the morning, and you told me it was sold out?"

"I've been more regular these past two days than when I was at work. Why are you telling me this?"

Seeing this, Zhao He didn't get used to them and responded directly: "Who told you to get up earlier than others? Gungun, we're closed today."

Many people cursed and left.

There are only [-] pan-fried buns every day, and we start making them early in the morning. The morning market is almost half-way through and they are sold out.

The customers who didn't buy something left yelling and yelling that they had to buy something tomorrow, while those who bought something were eating on their seats, as if they were showing off their power.

"Haha, the New Deal? It's just a child's play. It can't see the general trend. It's ridiculous to go against the powerful."

The Song Dynasty was very talkative. As long as you didn't curse the emperor in the street, generally no one would criticize you.

In Bianjing City, people casually talked about politics as if they were commonplace.

The man in the middle of the seat with white hair on his temples slowly said: "I have worked with Xiwen these years, and I feel that this person does have great abilities and ambitions. It's a pity."

The young man next to him sneered: "Jia Gong doesn't need to speak for this person. Fan Zhongyan is nothing more than a fool. He implemented the New Deal and Cholera Policy and dragged down the development of the Song Dynasty. Now that he has left Beijing, he is quite self-aware!"

Zhao Zhen, who was not far away, heard this and was immediately out of breath. When he saw Fan Zhongyan beside him, he couldn't help but get up and want to stand up for him.

The promotion of the New Deal was a major undertaking that benefited the country and the people, but it turned into a cholera policy. People all over the world were saying that the New Deal was good, but it was a drag on the development of the Song Dynasty!

Fan Zhongyan shook his head and said: "What they said is not unreasonable. The officials should not get angry. It will be bad if they are seen."

Zhao Zhen snorted coldly, looking unhappy.

However, at this time, something unexpected happened to everyone, and there was a movement over there.

I saw the young man selling fried dumplings, stepped forward, pulled the fried dumplings from the plates of several people, and slapped a handful of coins on the table.

"Fuck you!"

(End of this chapter)