Zhao Zongjing brought in two roast ducks with rosy colors, fragrant and hot colors!

Wang Ning'an was stunned. There was roast duck in Youzhou so early. Is it Bianyifang or Quanjude?

"Erlang, do you know what the font size of this store is?"

Wang Ning'an shook his head, Zhao Zongjing held back his laughter, "Call Wang Gong Duck!"

"Which king and grandpa?" Di Qing said curiously.

"Of course it's our Wang Erlang, Lord Wang!"

Wang Ning'an was so angry that he stood up and pointed at Zhao Zongjing, "Are you looking for a fight? I dare to arrange me, let me see if I don't give you some colors!"

As he said that, Wang Ning'an clenched his fists and rushed forward.

It happened that Di Yong came back from outside, and he was also carrying a delicate roast duck in his hand.

"Dad, try the king's duck!"

In an instant, Wang Ning'an's face turned dark.

Di Yong was startled and quickly explained that it turned out that Wang Ning'an was teaching at Liuyi School a few years ago. At that time, some poor students lacked clothes in winter and their faces were so cold that they were very pitiful. But leather clothes were very expensive and they couldn't afford them.

Wang Ning'an ordered the school to raise ducks and use duck feathers to make clothes and bedding, which was very popular among students.

Later, down jackets spread and the people outside also wore them. In this way, there were many people raising ducks in Cangzhou. Every autumn, they caught the ducks and pulled them all away, and the remaining duck meat was worthless.

There is a peddler who is very good at thinking. He bought ducks at a low price, then applied sauce, and roasted them into a maroon over fire. As a result, it became very popular and many people rushed to imitate them.

Gradually, more and more people sell roast duck. At first, they all have small doors and don’t even have a font size.

Since the restoration of Youzhou, Wang Ning'an has become famous and everyone in the world knows it. The hawker selling roast duck also wants to get in touch with Wang Ning'an.

Then, I turned my font size into "King Xianggong Duck!"

It is said that after changing the font size, it sold twice or three times more a day, and the vendors were very happy.

After listening to this story, Wang Ning'an's face turned into iron.

How did he think about it? Why is something wrong? Oh, isn't I the one who does that kind of thing? If this spreads all over the world and spreads to future generations, where will my old face be put?

No, you must stop it, seal it up, arrest the vendor, and punish him with eighteen kinds of punishments. He is the duck, and his whole family is a duck!

Zhao Zongjing was gloating and was still persuading him!

"Erlang, this is nothing. Look, all celebrities are like this. There are Zhang Fei pork, Liu Bei straw sandals, Guan Yu tofu... Take Taizu's example! Isn't there a kind of cake called Da Shujia?"

Di Qing also said: "When I was in the capital, I had eaten it. The merchant who sold cakes also said that his grandfather gave the oil cakes to Emperor Taizu and saved Taizu's life. If it weren't for their family, there would be no Song Dynasty."

Zhao Zongjing said: "Little vendor, live on this, Erlang, you can't be so petty. The prime minister is now, you must be able to open the boat in your stomach..."

Wang Ning'an spat mercilessly on his face.

It doesn’t matter what else. If you get a prince duck, I will still survive!

Wang Ning'an turned his head and rushed out in anger. Di Yong was startled and asked quickly: "Dad, little prince, do you want to go and have a look? If the prince is angry, I'm afraid it's hard to deal with it."

Di Qing smiled and said, "Stop worrying, Erlang is a person who knows the right way, let's eat."

As they said that, these three people shook their cheeks and picked fat and tender meat. They were so happy that they ate the mouths were full of oil. After almost half an hour, Zhao Zongjing bought two and one by Di Yong bought three ducks in total, and only bones were left.

At this time, Wang Ning'an came back from outside, and Zhao Zongjing spread his hands, "Erlang, it's not that we won't leave it for you, there's nothing we can do, it's so delicious."

Wang Ning'an snorted, "What have you seen!"

As he said that, Wang Ning'an was like a magic trick, and took out a roast duck from behind and took out a dagger from his boot. He saw that he was so manual, he sliced ​​the duck into thin slices, and took out a stack of pancakes from somewhere, and then asked him to go to the kitchen to write sweet noodles sauce and cucumber strips.

Wang Ning'an slowly rolled it up and ate it with relish. The three of them stared at each other and wanted to taste it, but the duck meat was all over the neck and could only stare at it.

"Tell you, I went to the roast duck shop and named it Bianyifang. I also taught them how to eat ducks. From then on, there was no Wang Xianggong or duck, but only Bianyifang!" Wang Ning'an showed off proudly. The more he ate, the more he tasted, he actually wiped out a whole roast duck!

...

After some preparations, Zhao Zhen finally got up and left Youzhou.

But before leaving, there is another activity.

140 miles away from Youzhou, there is a place called Pinggu, and there is also a Xuanyuantai. Local people say that this place was once the Huangdi Temple. Later, the Khitan occupied Youzhou and gradually became deserted, leaving only a platform.

Immediately, Ouyang Xiu led a group of people to investigate and search for local chronicles. It’s true that they did find evidence. Xuanyuantai was indeed the former Huangdi Temple, and its history can be traced back to the Han Dynasty.

After receiving the news, Wang Ning'an immediately ordered to mobilize 30,000 civilians, spending 300,000 guan, and it took more than two months to restore the Huangdi Temple.

After the restoration, the Huangdi Temple is located in an excellent location, surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side. It is simple and solemn, thick and grand.

The building adopts the style of the Han and Tang dynasties, and uses the best bricks, tiles and stones, white marble steps, winding upwards. The main hall of the main hall is the statue of the second ancestor of Yan and Huang, next to it is Fuxi and Shennong, and several emperors sit high and look majestic.

After seeing it, people will inevitably feel the urge to kneel down.

On this day, the wind is gentle, the sky is high, the clouds are light, and the temperature is pleasant.

The supreme emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Zhen, accompanied by a group of ministers and military generals, slowly walked into the Yanhuang Temple.

Outside the temple, tens of thousands of Yanyun people gathered, most of whom were over fifty-year-olds. They raised their heads, stood on tiptoe, and looked out.

Zhao Zhen was holding a stick of incense in his hand. In front of Zhao Zhen, there was a three-legged treasure cauldron filled with whale oil and burning.

Zhao Zhen looked solemn, and he lit the incense with the flames of whale oil.

Then he turned around, walked slowly forward, walked to the front of the statue of the Two Emperors, and officially inserted the incense into it. At this moment, everyone was cheering and thundering, and the people below were crying. Some even crawled on the ground, crying loudly, similar to children.

Reshape the Han soul!

This is what Wang Ning'an has been working hard on.

He built the Yanhuang Ancestral Temple in Pinggu, and the Yanhuang Ancestral Temple is the largest.

Zhao Zhen personally lit the incense. The flame was transported from the Yellow Emperor Mausoleum in Shaanxi for a month. In order to make the flame last forever, I don’t know how much time it took along the way. There were dozens of livestock that were exhausted, and they were escorted by soldiers along the way, so I didn’t dare to neglect them at all.

Finally, it was transported to Pinggu in the eyes of the crowd.

The supreme emperor of the Song Dynasty personally burned incense, and the literary leader Ouyang Xiu recited the sacrifice. The entire ceremony was sacred and solemn, and meticulous!

A stick of incense from the Yellow Emperor’s Mausoleum!

The ruined Huangdi Temple has been restored!

Youzhou, which was lost to the hands of the Khitan, is back!

It’s like a wandering child who has been back home for many years, it’s like a wandering duckweed with a support!

Yanyun’s Han people, you have been lost for more than a hundred years and have returned to the embrace of your ancestors!

Sadness, crying, joy, touching...

Everyone was very willing to take care of their emotions and vented their strength.

Someone even bit his fingers on the spot and swears to the sky.

Never let the Han family lose an inch of their hometown!

Never give shame to our ancestors!

It is never easy for a traitor to be a traitor!

...

Just outside the temple, Xiong Dun and more than 20 gentry colluded with the Liao Kingdom were tied up.

In order to arrest them, Wang Ning'an dispatched 15,000 people. Wang Ningxuan led his team and went deep into the grassland 300 miles, and caught them back!

As long as you betray the Han family, you will be captured back even if you go to heaven and earth!

"cut"

With a command, Mo Dao raised it high, shone with a thunderous flash, chopping off all the heads, rolling on the ground, and blood staining the stone steps red. It was shocking!

"OK!"

"Kill it happily!"

"It's really worth killing!"

The people were very relieved and cheered.

Just in the middle of the crowd, there were some people with very bad looks, including Wang Xiang’s two sons.

These two boys were arranged to the military camp by Wang Ning'an and sent them to build the temple.

They did not give up their hands because of their connection with the Wang family at all. On the contrary, these two bastards even increased their punishment and did more than ordinary civilians.

Wang Ning'an knew that they were not young anymore and wanted to move them so that they could truly come from the heart and change their minds.

That's a dream!

Only by asking them to pay the price and accept punishment, let them see with their own eyes how the traitors are done. The punishment is unforgettable and the miserable ending will go deep into the heart. Sooner or later, their Double Chamber of Commerce will come back.

Now, seeing the people's indignation and shouting for killing, they all trembled all over and bit their lips tightly. In a daze, it seemed as if the big knife was about to fall on their heads!

...

"Wang Qing, the people are willing to do it. Just let it go. I look forward to stabilizing Youzhou as soon as possible and restoring Yunzhou! At that time, I will go on the battle in person to cheer up the soldiers and spread the sound and color!"

Obviously, Uncle Zhao was addicted to the imperial commander's personal expedition, and Wang Ning'an couldn't refute it, so he could only say: "I will do my best to live up to your Majesty's entrusted!"

After witnessing the completion of the ancestral temple and raising the first incense stick, Zhao Zhen set off and left Youzhou.

This time, Zhao Zhen's team was even more majestic when compared to it.

Yang Huaiyu led 3,000 chest plaque cavalry to guard Zhao Zhen tightly. They were bright armor and long cavalry holding long spears in their hands. They were majestic and full of murderous aura.

Compared to the baptism of war, these soldiers are more than twice as powerful!

Behind them were 20,000 Japanese troops, who were equally majestic and fierce, and arrogant.

For decades, there has not been such a powerful soldier in the Song Dynasty. As the king and the commander of the army, Zhao Zhen is about to be glorious.

"The whole army, set off!"

The people rolled towards Luoyang, and Zhao Zhen was looking forward to his emperor's sword, pointing to Yunzhou and Hetao. Perhaps this day would not be far away...
Chapter completed!