The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

On the second day of the first lunar month, Yunyan returned to the colorful shed with so much business. The ladies gathered around to pour flowers and small animals. The most popular was the flower bear, and the pink flower pig was also good.

With Zhisheng and the others helping, Yun Yan was much more relaxed when he returned. He sat on the pony in the corner and chatted with Zhisheng one after another.

"How is your reading?" Yun Yan asked him back.

In the past few years, they followed Yun Yanhui and made some money. With Yun Yanhui's suggestion, Zhisheng began to study. In the beginning, I didn't go to a full-time college, but if you have any questions, you can ask the scholars who live in the monastery. Many people will answer them enthusiastically.

Four years ago, the Daxiangguo Temple also opened an academy, which was of a welfare nature. Zhisheng went to study, and then officially went back to study hard, preparing for future imperial examinations.

However, Zhisheng has a very good mentality. Only a small number of people can pass the exam this year. What's more, he chose the Jinshi course. There are less than 50 Jinshi, how difficult it is to get admitted. However, compared with the expectations of the two brothers, Zhisheng's mentality is much better. It is not bad for him to be a husband in a restaurant in the future, and he will not starve to death in business.

At this moment, Zhisheng said: "I have also read some problems, and I am ready to ask the old man for advice."

"Come on, I can't help you with this. I have a headache when I read the Four Books and Five Classics." Yun Yan gestured back.

The two chatted for a while, and they saw a person coming in from the color shed bluffing, causing the ladies to avoid them one after another. Without knowing it, this person walked to the booth in two steps, turned over his legs, and squatted in front of Yun Yanhui.

"Brother Yan!"

This person was taller than Yun Yanhui, and Yun Yanhui happened to be sitting in the corner. He squatted in front of him, feeling a little oppressive.

"Ah, what's your name? I have given you money for the year." Yun Yan leaned back lazily and said.

"Uncle, a happy new year." This person shouted with a smile, and it was Yun Yanhui's nephew Zheng Ling.

This kid is about to be crowned this year. It took a few years to finish the picture of Yunyan returning to the Daxiangguo Temple Food Festival, and it also caused a certain sensation in the art world. Speaking of the Daxiangguo Temple Food Festival, after several years The development of Kaifeng has also become a major feature of Kaifeng.

Now it is Zheng Ping who is working on Kesi. It is a big project, but it will be a blockbuster after it is completed. Since Zheng Ping was with Fu Yunfeng, she gradually got out of her past pains. Once she was in a good mood, her body would be better, and she could continue to take silk.

And now there is no need to rely on her Kesi to support her family, so this painting of Ke is entirely to support the career of her son and his nephew, and to achieve his own art.

On Zheng Xun’s side, I don’t know if his thoughts have changed due to Zheng Ling’s small achievements. In short, Zheng Ling’s family is temporarily staying at Hongxun Temple. There are 20 days off in a month, and the remaining 10 days are reserved. I'll be back at Mao, and I will either paint or play in my spare time.

Yun Yan was happy when he heard it, and he took out a string of copper coins strung with red lines from his arms, a total of one hundred coins, and handed them to Zheng Ling.

Zheng Ling happily closed it.

This new year's money is almost equal to the modern one's new year's money, but the rules are different. In some modern places, people who are not married can receive red envelopes, and they should be given to others when they are married. Others cannot receive red envelopes when they are adults. Some are generally hundreds or thousands, and some only give small amounts of packages.

As for Bianjing, you can accept it, but send it according to the age of the other party. For example, if the other party is ten years old, he will send ten copper coins. This is why it is called "various years" money, which is issued with age.

There are exceptions. Just like Yun Yanhui, he didn't give the actual age and gave one hundred copper coins. In fact, he wished Zheng Ling a long life to be one hundred years old.

Zheng Ling also came back from a New Year's Eve, and came to sit after passing here.

There are actually many ways to pay New Year’s greetings, and it is popular to send "greeting cards". After all, it is very troublesome to go home when the road is slippery in winter. You can also send your children, just like Zheng Ling, to go out for New Year's greetings.

Yun Yan went back to make an appointment with him for a few days, and he was not busy there, so he came to stay at home for two days.

The Zheng family closed one eye to Zheng Ling's contacts here. He wanted to sleep there, as long as he didn't talk too often, but he didn't interfere, and he didn't help prepare gifts or anything.

Zheng Ling still fought here for two rounds, without spending any money, and without flopping, and then left angrily.

…

After Zheng Ling left, one afternoon, as Yun Yan had expected, all these flowers and animals were gone, so he packed up and went home. He sent the three Zhisheng brothers to their yard first, and then went back by himself.

Shuang Yi was cooking, and she was so angry that she knew that she could make a dish before she could go out to play. So in the afternoon, she swore to make a big dish, tidying up the fish, saying that she was doing steamed fish.

Yun Yan stood at the door of the kitchen back, leaning on the door frame to see that Shuang Yi was watching the fire, and Zheng Ping gestured to him to see, "It's all such big fish."

Yun Yan looked back, "Oh, it's not as big as a slap, did you pick it up at the fish market?"

Shuang Yi looked pained, "I really can't deal with the big fish..."

Obviously, he picked up the sword, like an arm's finger, facing the carp, but at a loss, in the end, he had to choose a smaller fish to control it. As a result, steamed carp becomes steamed baby fish.

After Xiao Bao also leaned in, he put his chin on Yun Yan's shoulder from behind, "Brother, let's go to Master's place tomorrow."

Yun Yan was panicked when he was shocked, "Your chin is a bit pointed."

Zheng Ping heard it and said, "Why is your chin sharp? Eat more meat tonight!"

Little Bao tilted his face a bit and put it on his cheek, "Well, mother, it's Ge Yan who is afraid of the pain, but it's just his chin bone."

Yun Yan rolled his eyes back, "Okay, okay, mother, then you will prepare some gifts for me tomorrow, and I will pay a New Year greeting to the Zen Master."

Knowing that he is Xiaobao's master, and he is like a master, Zheng Ping knows nothing better, and nodded hurriedly, "I prepared it early. I also gave the Zen master a scripture cover."

Not long after, when it was time for dinner, everyone was on the table. Zheng Ping brought out the dishes she cooked first, and then waited for Shuangyi's steamed fish with big dishes.

Shuangyi brought the soup pot up with both hands and placed it in the middle of the dining table. There was a lid on the soup pot to keep it warm.

Fu Yunfeng smiled encouragingly, "It's the first time Yiniang is cooking, but I can eat more."

The others looked weird. Before Fu Yunfeng met Zheng Ping, Shuangyi was forbidden to cook because cooking was too disastrous. Of course, after a few years have passed, maybe some progress has been made?

Shuang Yi opened the lid embarrassedly, "It doesn't seem to be doing well."

As soon as the lid was opened, there was a scent of fish wafting out, making everyone refreshed and smiling. Immediately the lid was completely lifted, revealing milky white fish soup, as well as the baby fish floating strangely on the noodle soup, some of them were still turning their belly...

Everyone: "???"

Yun Yan took a breath back.

Little Bao pointed at the fish in disbelief, "Sister, why are they floating!"

Shuang Yi: "Yes, maybe it's a bit more soup?"

Zheng Ping murmured: "I have learned to cook since I was five, and I have never seen such a weird situation."

Then everyone unanimously looked at Fu Yunfeng.

Fu Yunfeng: "..."

He just said that he should eat more, and he wants to die very much now, Wan Zun said: "It still smells good, maybe it tastes good, let's try it..."

Who wants to be with you and us.

Xiaobao quickly said: "This can't be eaten indiscriminately. Who knows what harm it will do to the body, Uncle Fu is careful that his 20-year skill will be destroyed."

Fu Yunfeng: "..."

Yun Yan replied and was surprised, "Really, this dish is worth a new name. The steamed fish is not enough to describe it. I think it should be called'Bianhe Floating Corpse'. Look at these fish, they are full of The breath of death."

The cooked fish floating in the soup is also terrible. The image of the name made everyone nod their heads involuntarily.

Shuang Yi held his head in frustration, "I said I won't, and I don't know which step went wrong."

No one dared to eat such a bowl of fish soup even if it had the aroma. In the end, Zheng Ping had no choice but to comfort Shuangyi. Let's learn the white case. It should be better to make pasta and pastries.

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On the second day, on the third day of the first lunar month, Yun Yanhui and Xiaobao took the New Year gift to find Ran for a New Year greeting.

Obviously, the taste of the year is not so strong here, he is behind closed doors thanking guests for copying the scriptures.

Seeing that it was the lovers coming, I told them to sit down and order tea.

Yun Yanhui actually found it a bit strange, because he had revealed to Ranbai that he would come to pay New Year's greetings later in his early years. Xiaobao has been following the internship with Ranbai now, but he sent back news that he would come today. He didn't say anything in front of Zheng Ping at the time, but he was actually puzzled.

After I exchanged a few words with them, I got to the point. He touched the teacup and said for a moment: "On the first day of the new year, the abbot had a long conversation with the elders. What he meant was... he wants to leave the hospital."

Yun Yan raised his eyebrows, "Is the abbot going to retire?"

Of course, the position of the abbot is not for life, and there may be a day of retirement, but it is not called retirement, but discharge from the hospital. After leaving office, he can be called a retired monk, and he is still respected by the whole temple and his treatment is still very high.

Thinking about it this way, the abbot's age is also high, and indeed he has revealed too much chores in recent years. He wants to sit in meditation a little bit, and now he really wants to leave the hospital, it is not abrupt.

He nodded clearly, and said: "The abbot prefers me to take the seat."

"It's not surprising, we are in the same department." Even if the abbot and Kuang didn't have such a good relationship before, what Yun Yan has done in the past few years has tied them together. The abbot trusted Yun Yanhui, and Yun Yanhui helped him generate income, and at the same time, Yun Yanhui was equal to half a disciple. And it is clear that he has a good character, and no one will be dissatisfied with him after choosing him.

It was clear but a little confused, "I originally wanted to recite Buddhist meditation, but then I remembered that if I want to change the status quo, I might have the opportunity to become an abbot..."

Yun Yan returned to silence. Now that monks are secular, it is clear that it is so easy to improve the moral quality of monks. However, it is always good to have ideals.

After a while, Yun Yan replied: "You ask me if I support or not, I must support it. The monk who doesn't want to be an abbot is not a good monk..." Halfway through the conversation, he saw that his expression was not right, so he coughed and changed his mind quickly. Said, "Now it looks like the temple, and only you can take on this important task."

"Amitabha Buddha." He said the Buddha clearly.

Yun Yan heard back that this was about agreement. It is estimated that after the festival, everyone reached a consensus and the abbot would officially announce it.

…

After leaving the monastery, Yun Yanhui suddenly sat down in the snow.

Little Bao looked at him in astonishment, "Brother, what's the matter with you?"

Yun Yan turned back and scratched his head, "Wake up soon, do you really think your master came to ask me for advice? I'm afraid that after the upper ranks, I will rectify the atmosphere in the monastery. If I beat me in advance, I will not inform or help the monks!"