The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

After many years, the Daxiangguo Temple International Food Festival held every fall has become an indispensable life for the people of Bianliang. In their minds, it is even a day comparable to traditional carnival festivals such as Tanabata and Lantern Festival. They bring countless beautiful and delicious memories.

The majority of Bianliang citizens never thought that the original intention of this festival was just to promote a kind of fish.

Yun Yan went back and danced to explain to the abbot the meaning of the food festival, and explained again what to do about the food festival, how to recruit participants, including international friends, Panbang chefs, and imagined the grand occasion of the food festival.

"Calm down, Brother Yan," the abbot said suspiciously, "have you wanted to do this festival a long time ago, so you can take the opportunity to eat."

Yun Yan replied: "..."

Yun Yan replied: "Abbot, how can you doubt my character?"

The abbot was embarrassed. It was because Yun Yan had put too much effort into eating on weekdays. He was in a daze and remembered to mention that a large part of Yun Yan's money was used to improve his diet.

Many people who have better conditions than Yunyan go home, are reluctant to eat fine grains and fine noodles, but his family eats every day, every meal, especially after he began to take charge of the economy, he is pursuing quality.

Abbot: "Because I think you make money to eat better." Now he has proposed an idea that can make money and eat good food. Isn't it doubtful? It's almost everything to eat, to eat everything.

If you want to hold a festival, you have to taste the dishes in advance, right? This alone is about to go to heaven!

"..." Yun Yan said back, "I was speechless."

The abbot touched his beard, "However, your idea is indeed a good idea, but it's not easy to publicly name our Daxiangguo Temple, right?"

If this is done, it will indeed help Daxiangguo Temple expand its influence and increase income, and Hehuayu is also very suitable for launching on it. But, does the monk hold a food festival? It doesn't seem to be right.

If it is still in the gray zone that the farming of graminaceous fish is still in the gray zone, then it would be too blatant to hold a food festival on its own, which must include meat food...

Yun Yan chuckled back, "This food festival will not be called the Daxiangguo Temple International Food Festival in the end, but an international food festival sponsored by a certain merchant and held in Daxiangguo Temple, and this merchant, You can ask us to help contact the stores we acquainted with. The most important thing is that we always put the name of the business on the front when we publicize it. This way, we need to charge a certain fee for publicity."

In the eyes of the general public, this is just another form of temple fair held in Daxiangguo Temple, but whether its content violates the doctrine and has nothing to do with Daxiangguo Temple. In today's secularized temples, it is very Ordinary.

In this way, it can also take the opportunity to obscure the gray nature of the crocodile.

The abbot nodded again and again, "If this business is related to food, wouldn't it be better?"

"That's the reason, the abbot is wise. This is the first time that advertising may only be able to recover part of the cost. If it is successful, we will do it again in the future, and we may earn back all the expenses before doing it! "Yun Yan replied with a babble of outlook, and the abbot's heart was exulted."

Abbot: "It's just that this matter is very important... I'm afraid I can't leave it to you alone."

If you want to hold a brand new festival, if it is just handed over to Yun Yan to return to a child, it will inevitably be discussed, not to mention that Yun Yan may not be able to control it by himself. Although Yun Yanhui has been able to prove himself in many cases, it hasn't been so big in previous games.

Yun Yan said in surprise, "What?"

Abbot: "Uh, you have to think about it, you have only one person, if you want to hold such a large-scale festival..."

"No, no, I mean," Yun Yan replied, "you just trust me so you don't have to discuss and discuss with other people? Just start to think of who will host it?"

Abbot: "..." Didn't you try so hard to convince me!

However, the abbot then realized that he didn't seem to suspect that Yun Yanhui's plan would be opposed by everyone. However, he accepted the plan in a few words and jumped to who should help Yunyanhui hold the festival together.

"Ahem...Although you have your previous achievements, we trust it very much... But this, we still can't be complacent..." The abbot awkwardly told Yun Yan about his mentality, and then explained that he needs to call a few capable monks to give it to Yun Yan. He helped.

"Why don't it be like this, Abbot, I will appoint some monks from various courtyards to form a food festival, which will handle all matters of the Prime Minister’s Food Festival. There will also be a lot of monks organized, and I will even set up a propaganda team. Talking about monks is definitely going to come in." Yun Yanhui is used to staying in modern times and is accustomed to various clearly organized management methods. "This organization is temporary and will be dissolved when the food festival is over."

"Yes!" The abbot agreed in one fell swoop. It is indeed much more convenient to arrange, and because it is a temporary organization, there is no need for everyone to study for a long time the establishment of a new establishment is unreasonable.

…

Therefore, Yun Yanhui, the newly appointed food festival chief planner, found a group of people in the whole temple and put them in the festival. This time, I really want to put all the power of the temple to run the food festival. For Yun Yanhui, success is not allowed to fail.

Fortunately, the Daxiangguo Temple has had five temple fairs every month for many years. Apart from anything else, the monks in the temple have a lot of experience in organizing large-scale events, and there are also capable ones. Yun Yanhui had a lot of contact when he was in the management office.

In this way, he first pulled up the planning team, gathered the brains of everyone, wrote out the overall planning plan, discussed and revised it, and then handed it to the abbot for review to see if there was anything unreasonable.

After the overall plan is written, tasks will be allocated according to the plan, and each group will do the work of each group in an orderly manner, busy and not chaotic.

Yun Yan returned to the monks under his hand and flew around the city, talking about title sponsorship, and finding food, including a considerable number of Fanbang people, because it was an "international" food festival. This is the characteristic of Bianliang. The exchanges between Husbands and merchants, the food festival held in an international capital city, if it is not international enough, it does not appear to be atmospheric enough.

Yun Yanhui felt quite comfortable. Working as an employee in a state-owned enterprise with strong capital in Daxiangguo Temple, although there is no establishment, the salary is good and the boss trusts him. He will give money to people for any big projects he plans, and occasionally he can make some money by himself. The boss of Waikuai is also very supportive, so touching, okay?

Under such circumstances, Yun Yan could take a short break when he returned, and he was quite corpse at home, letting Zheng Ping give him a beautifying treatment.

Some time ago, because of the whitening problem, I registered with Kazran, prescribed some medicines, and bought facial cleansers and facial creams. As a result, Xiaobao took his heart. After all, his brother was indeed a lot darker, and he only raised a little bit.

So Xiaobao went to He Ran to study how to enhance the whitening effect, and finally they developed a cream mask...

After washing off the paste on the face for a while, the effect is remarkable at that time, and it can be consolidated and strengthened by long-term use.

After Zheng Ping got it, she tried it first, and then she couldn't put it down, and when Yun Yan came back from the fake, she forced him to muddle his face.

Yun Yan asked back that it was made by Xiaobao and Kuang Ran, and almost fell on the spot, "How can you make you look like a traversing..."

The whispering Yun Yanhui was smeared with a pale green "mask" on Zheng Ping's face, and then Zheng Ping, Shuangyi, and Xiaobao also smeared each other, and a family of four lay on the terrace with their eyes closed.

"Brother Yan!" Zheng Ling's voice came from a distance.

Yun Yan recalled, ah, today should be another day off...

"What are you doing?" Zheng Ling's voice approached.

The four people sat up on the floor one after another, "Xiao Ling is here..."

When the voice fell down, Zheng Ling was so scared by their faces that he backed away again and again, and almost tripped over a stone and sat on the ground, "Why make my face green? What is this? It's squishy."

Yun Yan replied: "Knowledge Master and Xiaobao have researched that external application can make us white. According to A-niang, I especially need this recently."

"Then you can't apply it in broad daylight. It scares me to death." Zheng Ling stepped forward with lingering fear and looked at it carefully.

Yun Yan replied, "Isn't it even more scary if it is applied at night?"

"Yeah..." Zheng Ling thought about it. If he lit a candle at night, his face would turn green. If he meets an outsider, it is indeed easier to scare people to death.

"Take me a hand, I should go and wash my face." Yun Yan stretched out his hand back and asked Zheng Ling to pull him up, and then went to the well to wash his face.

Zheng Ling followed him step by step, "Brother Yan, you have been too busy recently, and you always can't see you. I have been here several times and you are not at home."

"Busy making money." Yun Yan said lazily back.

Zheng Ling held his face and said enviously: "Brother Yan, you are so kind, you can do whatever you like, I don't want to go to school at all..."

Yun Yan laughed back and said: "What's the matter with you, your grandpa is still a Hanlin bachelor, isn't he wondering why you don't have any talent for studying?"

"Of course I'm wondering, my dad often said if I was his own son or not." Zheng Ling laughed dryly, "I think it may be that Grandpa and Grandpa have used up our family's talents..."

Yun Yan replied seriously: "Xiao Ling, you don't need to read books, but you should always think about what you should do in the future, right?"

It is rare for Yun Yan to talk about this kind of thing so seriously, Zheng Ling also had to be serious, and said embarrassedly: "My father wants me to be an official, but I feel that at my level, it will be very painful. Actually, myself, I like painting..."

Yun Yan froze for a moment, "Do you still paint?"

Zheng Ling whispered: "Actually, I painted many silk and embroidered patterns for my mother...It's just that my father is not happy, so I paint less now."

Yun Yan suddenly realized that Zheng Ling just didn't inherit his father's literary talent, but inherited the artistic cell.

You don’t need to look at Yun Yanhui to know that Zheng Ling’s paintings should be good. His grandmother’s needlework is quite exquisite. Yun Yan once saw him. With his eyes on Zheng Ping’s side, he can see the small objects on Zheng Ling’s grandmother. It's good, and like this, I usually do it myself.

Since Zheng Ling can draw embroidery patterns for such an embroidery master, his strength will never be weak.

Yun Yan patted Zheng Ling's shoulder back, "Three hundred and sixty lines, you are the best champion, your father is not happy now, but if you become the sage in the painting, the king in the painting, etc., he Are you still happy?"

Zheng Ling: "..."

Zheng Ling complained: "This is too slim."

"Um... well," Yun Yan said while looking back at him, "then the Shusheren in the picture...? The prefect...? Isn't the village head so unpromising?"

Zheng Ling: "..."