Will the prime minister of the Song Dynasty still care about some rice?

But Zhang Dun really cares, he is unlucky because he is a southerner. It is not because he can't eat northern food, but because he has a special feeling for southern food.

Of course, what can’t be bought in Bianliang? Isn’t it just rice?

Is the rice on Huainan Road not delicious?

Isn’t the rice on Liangzhe Road rice?

In Goryeo, can’t Nan'an rice be successful?

...

But is these rice comparable to the rice produced in my hometown village?

Don’t think that Zhang Dun is pretentious. A scholar who became an official can basically foresee the days when he returned to his hometown from the day he became an official. Passing by is not counted, only Ding You will return to his hometown when he was a Ding You. In addition, since he passed the imperial examination, he may not return to his hometown in this life. Some officials live long and live to the age of good death, begging for bones, returning home, and returning home.

But at that time, things had changed. He Zhizhang wrote several poems about becoming an official and returning home: he left home at a young age, but his accent did not change. When children met, they asked where the guests came from.

In the hometown, things change.

Just like Su Shi, after he left Sichuan, his parents passed away a few years after he passed the Jinshi period and was worried for six years. But apart from that, he never returned to his hometown. Although Su Shi was an optimistic school, when he was happiest, he still received letters from his hometown and local products sent. This is a memory of homesickness, and the wanderers who are away from home take it especially seriously.

Therefore, officials will be happy to receive specialties from their hometowns, and even say that it is a little exaggerated, which is the best way to relieve their homesickness.

I dream of the mountains, water, and the city and fireworks of my hometown.

The rice sent by Zhang Dun's second son, firstly, he is from the south and likes to cook rice porridge. The millet porridge is not thick and does not have the strong aroma of rice porridge. Secondly, what he eats is not rice, but the homesickness from his hometown.

The rice from Zhang Dun's family is gone, which means that the props that the prime minister recalled to search for roots were confiscated.

It happened that Li Kui came in with a casserole in the hall. When he saw Zhang Dun, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said to Zhang Dun: "Uncle, you are old! It happened to be the time to catch up. Your house is full of flavor. I also brought some bacon, cut beef, and made pot rice. The rice must be eaten hot, and you are back, otherwise I will have to deliver it to you."

Zhang Dun pointed at Li Kui angrily, then lowered his arms in vain. Li Kui was not at all, but he couldn't resist this guy's words.

You're so polite that Zhang Dun couldn't even refute it.

But judging from Li Kui's attitude, he didn't mean to deliver food to the prime minister at all, but to bring some home after eating... What Li Kui said just now was all polite words.

You can't take it as a tonic if you are kind, but Zhang Dun didn't even have the intention to get angry.

The dignified prime minister could only scold his son: "How can you ask the guests to help? You are still busy with the inside and outside? You don't stop him?"

Zhang Su came to the screening and reached out to Li Kui to take the casserole from Li Kui. However, after he tried several times, Li Kui avoided it. He also realized that the casserole was probably Li Kui's late-night snack.

Zhang Su gritted his teeth and whispered: "Save it!"

Unfortunately, Li Kui was not tough at Zhang Dun's mansion. He persisted for a while, but still defeated under Zhang Dun's gaze. He explained to Zhang Dun with a drooping eyebrows: "Uncle, this rice is very particular, called clay pot rice, and cooked with rice. The rice absorbs the aroma of the vegetables and becomes full of flavor. Unfortunately, your soy sauce is almost meaningful. Uncle, I'm not saying that your soy sauce is not good, but your kitchen soy sauce is too unworthy of your identity."

Zhang Dun thought to himself, your soy sauce is good, but if this pot of rice is gone to your house, I will not be able to eat rice from my hometown in the past or two months.

As he spoke, he opened the lid of the casserole held on the table. The steaming heat air rose like a flame. The rich aroma of the food brought by the heat air spread around him. With only the fragrance, he suddenly aroused people's appetite. Zhang Dun greedily sucked the heat in front of him, exhaled a long breath, raised his eyelids and praised Li Kui: "Yes, you can be an imperial chef in the palace at your level."

If Li Kui didn't listen to this, he would still be able to bear it, but after listening to Zhang Dun's words, Li Kui was not happy, regardless of whether he had any intention of making fun of or ridicule.

His Zhi Secret Pavilion is already miserable enough. If the dispatcher's identity as an imperial chef, will he still survive?

Zhimi Pavilion is not a eunuch, so he cannot enter the palace city. The palace city is the place where the emperor and the harem live, commonly known as the harem. There is also the place where the ministers work, which becomes the imperial city. Together, it is the imperial palace.

Li Kui's official position can only be marquis in the imperial city, and he cannot go to the palace city unless the emperor summoned him. But if he became the imperial chef, he could walk sideways in the imperial palace of the Song Dynasty. This is definitely not the result he wanted.

"Uncle, do you think the Ministry of Personnel has made a mistake in the official position given to me? I only have the official position to be appointed to the Secret Pavilion, but I have no dispatch. The court can't support me like this, right?" Li Kui said dissatisfied.

He really guessed it, and Zhang Dunxin said, "I can't rest assured to let you go anywhere. Isn't it just to support you?"

In fact, Li Kui's words are also reasonable. Although Zhi Se Pavilion is an official position and has a rank and rank, if you really want to do things, he will not be in charge of anything.

Even if you go to the imperial horse to supervise the emperor's house, it would be better than the idleness of the Zhi Secret Pavilion.

Zhang Dun had no intention of speaking at all, pointed to Guozai Rice and said, "How to eat it?"

"Take the dishes with spoons, first expose the rice, then scoop a spoonful of soy sauce, don't be too much, and then you look at the crumbs..."

"Smell it."

"The burnt aroma of rice is integrated into the unique flavor of cured flavor. When eating claypot rice, eat rice first and have to eat it in big mouthfuls."

Just a bite, it feels hot.

After burning, it was a completely unique enjoyment. The hot rice was wrapped in taste buds, and the fragrance spreads on the tip of the tongue. Zhang Dun closed his eyes with pleasure, as if he was in the rice fields of August in his hometown. The rustling sound of the wind blowing through the rice fields was almost intoxicating.

Suddenly, his heart became nervous. If I can’t eat such delicacies in the future, wouldn’t it be uncomfortable?

Zhang Dun asked his son Zhang Shu: "Can you make such dishes in the kitchen?"

"After learning some, I don't know how much I can learn from a hero?"

In fact, Zhang Dun’s rice was not eaten by Li Kui alone, but was enjoyed by many people in the Zhang family. As for why they had to put the pot on Li Kui’s back, who made him eat a lot?

Zhang Dun then looked at Li Kui seriously and asked calmly: "Li Kui, do you want to be an instructor?"

"I don't want to be an official, but you can't do anything as an official, right? How can I serve the court?"

Li Kui spread his hands and felt helpless. His three views were too correct. He said that he was serving the imperial court, and even Zhang Dun could not refute it. Li Kui was just a person who couldn't stay idle. If it weren't for Kaifeng Prefecture, he would have thought about going to suppress the bandits with a group of students from the Imperial Boxing Gym.

Although Tokyo City is prosperous, can Li Kui be fascinated by the prosperity?

Well, that's it.

The capital of the Song Dynasty had the most crazy service industry in this era, and it can only be described as madness. After all, Western cities still live in danger like villages in the city, while Bianliang has already spawned countless professional service industries. As long as you have money, you can almost do anything in Tokyo.

Zhang Dun also had a headache when facing Li Kui. He really didn't have much experience in dealing with guys like Li Kui. At this time, he wanted to write a letter to Su Shi and ask how to face Li Kui. If this guy came every day, wouldn't his family want to raise Li Kui like Su Shi, for no reason, and then look forward to Li Kui leaving the capital.

Zhang Dun thought of this and felt that this matter could not be waited, so he pondered: "Okay, what you want, as long as it's not too much..."

"I...If you ask for it reasonably, you can consider it." This was a success in going through the back door.

Zhang Dun was selfless and could do this, obviously he was defeated. Li Kui, who could even help repair the roof of the Zhang family, and maybe come to repair the sewer tomorrow. In a few days... they are likely to become a family. Li Kui is simply a paste of old plaster, which makes it warm and comfortable, tore off, and with the skin and flesh.

Li Kui finally waited for this step and smiled and said, "Uncle, just give me a county magistrate."

"County Magistrate?" Zhang Dun held a cup of hot tea and nodded slightly, "This is not difficult. Although Zhi Secret Pavilion is a post, I can't tell you anything if I send you. Do you want to be a county magistrate? But you have to be clear that Your Majesty looks at you differently, and it is not easy to leave the capital."

"Is Xiangfu County a reality? The yamen is close, and you can still work in the city."

As soon as Li Kui finished speaking, Zhang Dun's face turned black.

Xiangfu County?

This kid really knows how to choose. There are more than 1,000 counties, more than 200 prefectures, and nearly 50 prefectures in the Song Dynasty. If Kaifeng Prefecture is definitely the best prefecture in the world, then the number one county in the world must be the first county of Kaifeng Prefecture and Xiangfu County. If it were in the Western Han Dynasty, Xiangfu County was compared with Chang'an County, and the county magistrate was Chang'an Order; if it were the Eastern Han Dynasty, Luoyang Order. Such an important official position can give a new official who has no experience in being an official?

Zhang Dun said angrily, "You boy can choose, Xiangfu County can't give it to you."

"Why would I go to my hometown?"

"Officials in the Song Dynasty could only serve as officials in other places, and they didn't understand this principle?"

"I'll find someone with many bandits, so I'll do this."

Li Kui made a whisper for a while, but Zhang Dun was in trouble. Li Kui could not leave the capital because the emperor would be unhappy. Even if the ministers had great power, they still could not leave the skills to coax the emperor. Although Zhang Dun was not talented, fortunately, the emperor was respectful and afraid of him. But when he should coax him on weekdays, he still had to coax him. Who made Zhao Xu the emperor the emperor?

Zhang Dun snorted coldly and said with a gloomy face: "Hello, but who will be better for civil and military officials in the court? There are bandits around Kaifeng Prefecture. Should I, the prime minister, apologize for my death?"

After saying that, his tone was eased a little and he said to Li Kui: "The world is very big, Kaifeng Prefecture is very prosperous, why don't you go for a walk more?"

"I went to Jingling Palace, and the eyes of the thieves and donkeys floated to their heads. They were not allowed to go to the back hall. I went to the East and West Market, and I had no interest in doing business. I went to the Daxiangguo Temple, and I looked around and found that they were all heads. The thief was too snobbish and the money for indulgence and oil was too little, so I ignored them. I went to Hongqiao, and the water on the Bian River was smelly, so I didn't care about it..."

Zhang Dun listened and couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. Li Kui didn't know what he thought. Why did he see the shortcomings of the famous places in the magnificent capital of Kaifeng? Can't you discover the beautiful scenery of these places?

seem……

The old boy Zhang Dun suddenly smiled badly. Li Kui has never been to Fengyuechang!

Moreover, there are many places in the capital, which are more desirable than the romantic scene.

He thought of the time when he came to Beijing to take the exam, he was still young, handsome and rosy. When he first entered Kaifeng, his eyes were fascinated by the prosperity in front of him.

When he walked to Junyi Bridge, he was attracted by a gorgeous carriage. Of course, it was not the carriage, but the people on the carriage. The gauze rose with the wind, and he saw a woman in red clothes, with her neck, her skin as cream, her eyes as peach blossoms, and especially her charming charming like the willow catkins in spring. The woman turned around and smiled slightly at him, charming all living beings. The young scholar Zhang Dun couldn't help but follow the carriage.

Then he entered a big mansion, where women were full of festive rings, extremely enchanting, delicious food and gentle village. Zhang Dun was so degenerate that he fell into it. However, for several days, he was locked in the mansion and refused to go out. After a long time, his body was a little overwhelmed. Three days later, the other party found out with a conscience that he walked out of the demon cave with the wall.

When Li Kui heard the past that Zhang Dun said, his eyes lit up and sighed: "What's next?"

Zhang Dun was a little bit over the top. He wanted to tell Li Kui that the capital was beautiful and that some places were worth Li Kui’s attempt to try his luck. Unexpectedly, Li Kui listened to the story and used his memories as a pastime.

"Junyi Bridge is a good place, you should go and walk more." Zhang Dun suddenly didn't want to say anything, pointed at Li Kui and asked, "Do you know what I just said?"

"There are many eunuchs in that place. Uncle, it turns out that you were borrowed (planted)! The eunuch married his wife and couldn't have a son, so he found someone to have a life. If it were an official, he wouldn't be able to do such a slander. Such shameless things can only be done by the eunuchs. Li Yun, this kid, has heard of them, go wandering around the street every day, and has not encountered such good things. Uncle, you are so lucky, tell me quickly, how many days did you persist back then?"

Li Kui was on the mat, his thighs squirmed a few times, and leaned closer and said, "I have the strictest mouth."

Zhang Su was stunned. He thought that his father would have such dark history?

Zhang Dun regretted that he wanted to slap himself. Why did he tell this bastard Li Kui about this? Can he say that he had been persisting for three days and almost exhausted?

If he really said that, wouldn’t Li Kui make fun of him?

The prime minister was terrified, and he ordered the imperial guards to drive Li Kui out of the mansion, close the door, and said in a deep voice to the people present in the mansion: "Li Kui is not allowed to enter the door in the future."

After the slaves dispersed, Zhang Dun stared at his son with threatening eyes and gritted his teeth, "Don't tell me what I'm doing."

Zhang Dun also felt embarrassed.

He had no such thoughts before.

In fact, decades have passed, and every time Zhang Dun thinks of that mansion, he will bring him a beautiful memory. But this memory was disturbed by Li Kui, which makes him sick. Zhang Dun regrets it a little. Isn’t it all he just drove Li Kui away?

I have to say something useless.
Chapter completed!