A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

New home?

These people couldn't help but feel happy.

Shen An can manage the property at such a young age, and everyone will definitely have a good life in the future!

The man smiled and asked: "Where is Mr. Shen's new home? I will also go to congratulate you then."

Shen An said: "On Yulin Lane."

In an instant, he saw surprise in these people's eyes.

This loyalty must increase tenfold in an instant, right?

Those who can buy real estate in Yulin Lane must either have a good background or have a mine at home.

These days, people with good backgrounds will not come to hire servants, and those who have a mine at home will not come. They like to go to more high-end places, and even spend a lot of money to buy and sell slaves.

Naturally, Shen An couldn't buy a slave, and he didn't want to.

There are many people who want to buy...

"How many times have I said this? How many times have I said it!"

Zhao Zhen is very kind and rarely gives a bad look to his ministers.

But today he was angry.

He patted his thigh and said angrily: "Someone colluded with the officials and turned the people into slaves, right on the Liangzhe Road!"

Today is not the Chang Dynasty, only Zaifu is present.

The atmosphere in Yanhe Hall was a little awkward. Wen Yanbo opened his mouth... and finally sighed without expressing his opinion.

Something is not going well for him as the Prime Minister recently. He has been targeted by others, and various inexplicable impeachments have come.

But he was mentally prepared and ready to fight back.

According to the unspoken rules of the Song Dynasty, you, Wen Yanbo, have been Prime Minister for three years, so it’s almost time to get out, otherwise a bunch of people below will say that you are authoritarian. If you continue to stay in love, someone will probably accuse you of being a powerful official and a sycophant.

But Wen Yanbo felt that he could still save something.

Fu Bi coughed dryly and said, "Your Majesty, just let someone investigate this matter."

In the eyes of the prime ministers and assistants, this is a trivial matter and should not be brought up at all.

Zhao Zhen said angrily: "Check! Check clearly!"

Wen Yanbo and Fu Bi looked at each other, then both bowed in agreement.

Zhao Zhen's anger gradually dissipated and he said calmly: "I heard that the merchants in Fanlou were fighting? Their heads were bruised and bloody, and even the inspection department couldn't hold them down. Finally, Bao Zheng came to me for help, and I asked Han Qi to transfer him. A team of forbidden troops went and suppressed it. It's so majestic!"

Wen Yanbo knew who the emperor was referring to, so he said: "Your Majesty, I heard that the fight in Fan Lou was just a fight of emotions. No weapons were used by the parties, and no one was killed."

Zhao Zhen nodded and smiled, seemingly agreeing with Wen Yanbo's words.

But he changed the subject, "How come I heard it's a recipe for stir-fry?"

Snapped!

These words were like a slap in the face, hitting Wen Yanbo and Fu Bi hard in the face.

You will coax me, do you still have the integrity of a courtier?

Shame on you!

And how could the emperor care about the affairs of Fan Lou and the businessmen? He was angry at the powerful people behind him!

If Wen Yanbo could curse, he would definitely curse mmp at this moment.

I have boils all over my butt now, and I’m being grabbed and won’t let go. It’s none of my business to cook!

After leaving the Yanhe Hall, he said to Fu Bi: "After this incident, they started fighting for some benefits. Don't they feel ashamed?"

Fu Bi looked at the Hanhe Gate on the right front and said with a wry smile: "It's not just some benefits..."

Wen Yanbo looked at him in surprise, "Does it taste good?"

He's been battered by recent attacks, so he's not in the mood for any new dishes.

But Fu Bi had eaten it before, many times, so he said helplessly: "It's not very good..."

"That's alright, the officials are also taking advantage of the situation, but it seems they have an opinion on me, hey..."

Fu Bi looked strange and said: "It's very good..."

Wen Yanbo blinked, "How delicious is it?"

Fu Bi showed a rare greedy look and said, "How about I treat you to a meal?"

Wen Yanbo nodded in agreement, and the two of them went to the night market after waiting for the office.

When he saw the grand scene of Zhouqiao Night Market, Wen Yanbo couldn't help but froze.

"I just came here last month. At that time, this place was not so prosperous, but why?"

The two of them were dressed in civilian clothes, followed by two servants, like two little old men strolling around.

Fu Bi smiled and said, "It's only become more lively recently."

"There are many night markets in Bianliang City. If they suddenly flourish, something happened somewhere else, or something happened here. Who did it? Don't tell me yet, let me guess..."

"Officials naturally don't have that much ability, and if they do, they don't dare to make trouble. Then they must be powerful people... They are members of the clan, right?"

This is Zaifu's vision.

"You guessed the cause correctly, but not the person."

Fu Bi smiled and said: "It was done by a young man."

"Young man? A descendant of which family? These methods are not easy. If you say it is Su Shi, I will still believe you."

"Su Shi has gone home. The boy's name is Shen An."

"Oh! I want to see it someday..."

The two were chatting, and a young man happened to come across from them.

"That little lady is so cute."

Fu Bi stroked his beard and praised the girl in his arms.

"That dog...he's actually carrying a puppy?"

"Brother, fried meat."

Guoguo was looking at the food around her, but she had a soft spot for fried things.

Shen An glanced at the two old men diagonally opposite and said, "You are only allowed to eat fried food once every ten days, lest you become a chubby guy next year."

"Brother is bad!"

Guoguo pouted unhappy, Huahua, who was lying on Shen An's shoulder, immediately stuck out his tongue to lick her hand, and Guoguo started laughing within a few seconds.

"Brother An!"

"Shen An!"

The vendors on both sides raised their hands to say hello to the brother and sister. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Shen An also responded with one hand. Guoguo was trying to raise his hands with a straight face, but she was wearing more clothes and it was difficult to hold her fists with both hands.

"He is Shen An."

There was no emotion in Fu Bi's words.

Wen Yanbo smiled and said: "It's interesting. If he succeeds in studying, I would be willing to teach him a lesson. Go and ask."

The followers behind him immediately chased after him.

Fu Bi whispered: "He is Shen Bian's son."

"return!"

Wen Yanbo stopped his entourage, then turned around and said, "I don't want to eat it."

Fu Bi sighed: "Shen Bian is guessing."

Wen Yanbo stopped, frowned and said: "Shen Bian didn't say anything about his deviance, and left the capital officials alone. He went to Xiongzhou and said he wanted to train his troops well and then recover Yanyun, you idiot!"

Fu Bi sighed: "In those days, I also looked northward. Fortunately, in the battle of Shuichuan and the battle of Dingchuan Village, the Song Dynasty even Li Yuanhao... Hey! Talking about weapons and weapons, not to mention the waste of money and food, is not good. If the Xixia and Liao people collude, something unbearable will happen to the Song Dynasty in no time!"

"You can just talk about the disaster of national subjugation. Do I still want to spread it randomly?"

Wen Yanbo narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Back then, you presided over the Qingli New Deal with Fan Wenzheng, but it failed. By now you should know that what the Song Dynasty needs is to cultivate one's health. And what did Shen Bian say when he always advocated looking north to Yanyun? If you take it down, it will be a barrier. Who doesn’t understand this? But who can take it?”

Fu Bi had a sad look in his eyes and said: "Once Emperor Taizong was defeated, the Song Dynasty would no longer be able to look north."

Wen Yanbo also sighed: "What a battle!"

Fu Bi glanced at him and saw tears flashing...