The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

Zheng Ping looked at the letter written by Xu Shaoweng, feeling very sad, "Unexpectedly, just reunited, we will be separated, alas..."

The letter said that Xu Shaoweng left in a hurry due to official duties and did not have time to say goodbye personally and wrote to inform him. Because the place I went was poor, and I don't know if I can communicate in the future, so please take care of Zheng Ping's family.

"There was no time to say goodbye in person." Zheng Ping was regretful.

"Aniang, I'll be destined in the future, so I'll see you again naturally." Yun Yan replied like that, as if Xu Shaoweng really left because of official business. "Although Brother A Shao is gone, it reminds me, you If it is intentional, we can find old friends who have lost contact with Ciyouzhuang."

Zheng Ping laughed and said, "After so many years, the child who was adopted at that time won't keep the address, nowhere can I find it."

"Many children can remember things back then, and now they have grown up, and they will no longer be restricted by their adoptive parents from looking for their former partners," Yun Yan said back, "and those who worked with you in the past. , I can post a missing person notice in the Tokyo Daily."

Zheng Ping hesitated and said: "This... can it work?"

Newspaper is still a new thing at this time, many people have not realized that it is different from Dibao, and many new functions have not been developed.

Yun Yanhui is different. He grew up in the era of information explosion. He is also engaged in the media industry and cannot be more familiar with various application methods.

"Why not? We spend money. What does Tokyo Daily care about us posting? As long as we don’t break the law, it’s fine." Yun Yanhui immediately took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote as he picked up the pen, reading as he wrote, "Look, The relatives of the Ciyouzhuang run by Hu Shanren in Qili Township..."

Xu Shaoweng also expects Zheng Ping to be affected? Die, Zheng Ping has raised more children back then. After leaving Xu Shaoweng, Yun Yan can get back ten of them. No matter how deep the relationship between Xu Shaoweng and Zheng Ping is, they will never be able to become a hundred.

Zheng Ping was a little excited. The advertising fees of the Tokyo Daily are now getting more and more expensive, but she has no opinion on Yun Yan's return to spending so much money.

Zheng Ping has been brainwashed by Yun Yan a long time ago. Spending money is the driving force for making money. And in recent years, their family has indeed spent more money abroad, earning more, and even friends and partners are earning more and more.

Although life in Ciyouzhuang was very difficult, at that time, Zheng Ping spent every day missing her husband who had no news. It was Ciyouzhuang's colleagues and children that made her less painful.

At that time, they were sacked in a hurry, and many people gradually lost contact. Zheng Ping still concealed his clan at that time, and lived in Daxiangguo Temple for many years, so there was no reunion.

Now Yun Yan said that he had a chance to get it back, and Zheng Ping was naturally extremely happy.

Yun Yan brushed back and finished writing, and dried the ink, "I will send it back to the Tokyo Daily, ask them to polish it up, and then send it out."

Recently, due to the publication of public service advertisements, the court paid for it. The scope of the "Tokyo Daily" publication has become wider, and if it is spread in other places, it can now radiate to many places.

At this time, Fu Yunfeng came back.

When he saw what Yun Yanhui was writing, he asked, "What did Brother Yan write?"

"The missing person notice." Zheng Ping was overjoyed and explained this to Fu Yunfeng.

When Fu Yunfeng heard this, he sat next to Yun Yanhui with great interest, "When I was practicing martial arts, there was a good brother who was born and died. Later, when his family moved, we gradually lost contact. According to you, I am. If a piece of news is published in the "Tokyo Daily", there is hope that he will see it?"

"In theory, there is a certain hope. If the person's image and information are clearly stated, even if he can't see it, he may see it if he knows it." Yun Yan explained back, "Our "Tokyo Daily" now The influence is quite big, think about it, people from abroad watch..."

Fu Yunfeng couldn't hear the theory behind him. He sat over a little and said with great interest: "Then help me write a missing person notice, right, since I can find people, can I still find things?"

Fu Yunfeng was quite capable of inferring things.

Yun Yan nodded back, "Yes." "Tokyo Daily" advertising costs are expensive, it is estimated that their home is like this.

Fu Yunfeng: "Ah, when I was young, I used to eat a kind of rice cake near my home. It was very delicious, but then the hawker stopped coming. I don’t remember the signboard. I don’t seem to have any signboard anymore. I just remember the hawker’s surname, Fan, dozens. It's been years and never found it again..."

Yun Yan replied: "..."

Zheng Ping: "..."

In view of Fu Yunfeng's obsession with Fan's rice cakes, Yun Yanhui still helped him write a missing object notice.

Seeing that Zheng Ping's attention had been diverted, Yun Yan returned triumphantly. That afternoon, he wandered to the Tokyo Daily and handed them an advertisement. Please go ahead and send it out as soon as possible.

The "Tokyo Daily" editor wanted to see the notice for finding rice cakes, and almost sprayed out, "Sir, do you spend that way if you have money?"

When the people next to him heard it, they wanted to know what Yun Yan had done with the moth. They all looked at it, and they almost sprayed it.

"What? Looking for childhood food?"

"Fan's rice cake...what kind of delicacy is this."

"Isn't it just a street food? Is this going to be published in the newspaper?"

For the editors, their newspapers are relatively tall, and it feels strange to publish such boring announcements.

Someone shook his head and said, "Mr. Yun is supporting us. You see, I also reported birthdays to people before..."

"That is, maybe it will be useful in the future?"

At this time, the editor at the very beginning turned to the missing person notice, Yun Yanhui added some descriptions of Zheng Ping in it, very affectionate, and asked the editor to have a different feeling after reading it.

They still don't quite understand the feeling of looking for a kind of childhood food, but in this era of communication difficulties and inconvenient transportation, there are few relatives and friends who have lost contact. Thoughts that were a little hazy at first became clear.

If you lose something, you can still post notices all over the city. If you lose contact, can you post notices all over the country?

But it's okay to post it in the newspaper, and this is something that people in almost every state can see. This idea is quite novel. In a blink of an eye, it confirmed the previous editor's words.

Compared with advertising, this kind of notice is a relatively private function, but if its influence is exerted, in this era, it is absolutely no less than commercial advertising.

Yun Yanhui rarely participates in the operation of "Tokyo Daily" now and hopes that they will develop on their own, but now his use of "Tokyo Daily" behavior can be quickly discovered by everyone and its potential, which also shows that they are becoming more and more skilled.

As soon as he handed the manuscript and the money, Yun Yan waved his sleeves back without taking away a cloud or leaving a sentence for discussion.

…

A few days later, the "Tokyo Daily" published three notices, which caused a lot of heated discussions.

It's not how touching the content is, but that many people think of their relatives and friends. If you spend a sum of money and can reconnect, many people are still willing.

So, for a while, it was Yun Yan's behavior to comfort his mother. Many people began to stare at the results and wrote to the Tokyo Daily asking them to follow up the report and confirm whether the method of tracing people through the newspaper was effective.

The editors of the "Tokyo Daily" were dumbfounded. The notice was posted as an advertisement, not news. They still want to track the results?

However, as the response increased, they realized its role again, and naturally they would send reporters to follow this news.

Yun Yan went home, and on this day, a strange guest was welcomed.

Yun Yanhui left his contact address on the notice. Seeing a middle-aged man came up, he thought in his heart, who is this? Is it A Niang's colleague? But he seems to have no memory of this person.

Yun Yan replied: "Are you...?"

The person saw Yun Yan back, wiped his sweat, and said, "Is this Fu Yunfeng's house?"

"Yes," Yun Yan replied with joy, "Are you an old friend of Uncle Fu?"

The other party shook his head, "No."

Yun Yan froze for a moment, almost vomiting blood.

Feelings, the first thing I found was... rice cakes?

"Then you are the descendant of Fan's rice cakes...?" In terms of age, this person should not be the owner of Fan's rice cakes. Yun Yan asked politely back.

The man nodded, "Well, the three generations of his family’s rice cakes have never been named, but his surname is Fan, and his name is Fan’s rice cakes—I came here after seeing the notice in the Tokyo Daily. "

"Please come in and talk!" Yun Yan rejoiced and invited the man in.

To follow up and report this news, the Tokyo Daily dispatched Li Zeyun, who is more familiar with Yun Yanhui, and stayed at his home in recent days in order to witness the scene for the first time.

Li Zeyun heard that someone had come and came out happily, but when he heard that the rice cake had come, he scratched his head and was a little disappointed.

He was looking for the results of tracing. Although half of this was also a tracing, he still felt that such news was not touching enough, for the sake of eating...So Li Zeyun just sat aside and listened casually.

Fu Yunfeng was still in the martial arts hall, and after hearing what he said, he hurried back immediately, very excited.

The man called himself Fan Ming, and his grandfather Fan Erlang was the vendor who sold rice cakes near Fu Yunfeng's home.

"Sorry, it was two days late, in fact, we saw the notice two days earlier." Fan Ming took out a cloth bag from the bag and opened it to reveal the pale yellow and plain inside. Rice cakes.

"Aweng set up a stall and sold rice cakes to support a family of four. However, neither his father nor his uncle inherited the'business' of the family, but worked as a buddy outside. Because he was tired all the time, when he was in his 50s, he did not. Set up a stall again."

Fan Ming glanced at Fu Yunfeng, "A Weng is over 90, and I often talk about selling rice cakes with his family since childhood. A Weng’s A Weng sells rice cakes. His elderly people often regret that they only sell rice cakes to 50. That’s all, it’s far inferior to its ancestors, and none of our children and grandchildren can make rice cakes."

Hearing this, everyone lost consciousness for a moment.

Fan Ming continued: "After we read the newspaper to Aon, Aon was very happy. He turned the old guy out, prepared and made a rice cake. He wanted to come in person, just because it was inconvenient to run around. After the rice cakes came out of the pot, I hurried to deliver them and gave him a word for the old customers: Thank you for always remembering my rice cakes."

After Fan Ming said this, Fu Yunfeng couldn't help crying.

All the people present were all moved. At first hearing it was nothing strange, Fan Ming was not good at words, and what he said was very plain, and there was no even a sentence describing how his Aweng was emotional and how difficult it was to make this rice cake with his aging body.

However, it was such a flat and straightforward, plain and plain, but it moved everyone inexplicably. Although they had not heard it, they felt that Fan Weng was in his ears, and there was a heart of innocence that made people see extraordinary in the ordinary.

Fu Yunfeng didn't expect Fan's rice cakes to have no descendants, and they weren't particularly famous. No wonder he never found them again.

But Fu Yunfeng didn't even expect that the uncle whose face had been blurred in his memory was also sincerely grateful for someone who liked his food.

Fu Yunfeng twisted a piece of rice cake that had been cold, with a natural fragrance and sweetness in the mouth. Although it was cold, it was still the sweet and sweet taste of childhood.

At this time, Fu Yunfeng couldn't help but choked up and said, "Thank you...Ling Zu, trouble him for the elderly."

"It's okay, Jia Weng is very happy. When you eat, the taste is still the same as before, right? Jia Zu has been worried that when he is old, the taste will be different." Fan Ming asked.

Fu Yunfeng nodded vigorously, "It's still that smell, sweet and sweet!"

Seeing Fan Ming's relief, Yun Yanhui was also quite moved. When he turned his head and saw Li Zeyun was also in tears, he was shocked.

Li Zeyun turned his head and looked at Yun Yan, "Oh...sir, why am I actually moved?"

"Stupid boy," Yun Yan touched Li Zeyun's head back and said nonsense kindly, "Because food is the most moving thing in the world."