Wang Anshi's eyes flicked around and finally fell into the "Soup Cake" column on the vegetable brand.

In the Northern Song Dynasty, food made from pasta is called "cake":

The baked one is called "sauce cake", such as the baked white cakes used to make mutton steamed buns in later generations, as well as pancakes, hand-catch cakes, etc.; boiled in water is called "soup cakes", which are noodles; steamed is called "steam cakes", which refers to steamed buns and buns.

Wang Anshi's eyes fell down his fingertips: pickled soft mutton soup cake, tung skin soup cake, salt fried bamboo shoot soup cake, insert broth cake, three fresh soup cake, butterfly soup cake, and meat bean sprout soup cake...

"Xiao Niang, a bowl of shredded chicken soup cakes, a bowl of fish, spinach soup cakes, a bowl of crab roe soup cakes, and a bowl of shrimp soup cakes. Then I asked for a portion of Hu cakes," Wang Anshi pointed his finger at the "steamed cakes" on the other side of the cutting board and said fluently:

"I also need a vegetable cake, a bacon biscuit, and a pot of hot tea, serve it quickly."

"Okay, please wait, a few guests. What else do you have to ask? Call Nunu at any time--" The boss's wife greeted her with great enthusiasm. As she said, she put away the board, twisted her slender waist, and went to give orders.

Soon, the steaming pasta came up, fragrant.

...

On the construction embankment of Henglong section, Dali Temple inherited Fan Zhongyan and also served as the river embankment envoy. He was appointed to take charge of river affairs when faced with danger.

The chiefs and officials of various prefectures and counties along the river and the water supervision commanders came to report. The river workers and civilians came and went, and dark clouds passed through this flooded place of suffering from time to time. In Fan Zhongyan's eyes, he felt heartbroken.

A small official with a protruding lips as a woodpecker ran over quickly and handed a stack of letters to Fan Zhongyan. While saluting, he said, "It was Ouyang Grand Official who ordered the post to deliver it in a hurry. Ouyang Grand Official said, please ask Mr. Fan to read it."

Fan Zhongyan hesitated a little, took the letter, waved his hand, and walked towards his temporary office account.

The silver knife broke the open seal wax. In the letter, there were some desirable articles that emerged in the current affairs of river management during the Jiangnan Xidao provincial examination that Ouyang Xiu had just presided over.

The light in the tent was dim, but Fan Zhongyan felt a sense of old gratitude in his heart.

Like Ouyang Xiu and Wang Gongchen, Fan Zhongyan was also born in a single-parent family.

If Ouyang Xiu and Wang Gongchen lost his father at a young age and were taken care of by his uncle, it was a common face of human warmth and suffering; then the experience of Fan Zhongyan and his biological mother being abandoned by their biological father and being taken in by their adoptive father but still being excluded and persecuted is more bloody.

After the first grade in high school, Fan Zhongyan was not like Ouyang Xiu and Wang Gongchen, and was trained by the current dynasty's son-in-law on the list and focused on training. So his life started from the lowest level, and with real political achievements, he gradually moved from the local area to the center, from the seventh-rank sesame official to the dynasty's priest.

Afterwards, most of Fan Zhongyan's life were filled with infinite compassion and sighs:

He never formed a clique for personal gain. On the contrary, he had a kind heart that surpassed the ordinary scholars and officials at that time and the famous ministers like him. He was the only civil official who sincerely treated Di Qing well. He gave Emperor Renzong a detailed description of the interests of the officials. However, he was deposed for thousands of miles because of impeachment by "cliparts";

No matter whether he was promoted or demoted, he had the achievements of setting an example in history. During his life, every major crisis in the Song Dynasty, whether in the troubles of the Yellow River or the war in the Song and Xia, he was ordered to become one of the mainstays in the face of danger and became one of the mainstays.

But when the smoke of gunpowder has dissipated, in the prosperous peace and joy of Bianjing, he is rejected by everyone's heavy weight, his prosperous times, and his will not enjoy life.

Perhaps from an individualistic perspective, Fan Zhongyan is far inferior to his true feelings. He would enjoy life like Xia Shu, a treacherous minister of the same period, and would enjoy life with his friends, and know how to fight for tooth and play politics.

But no matter from which perspective, it is a blessing for a country to have more officials like Fan Zhongyan, and if the officials of a country are all Xia Shu, then it is time to destroy the country.

Later historians gave Fan Fu a very high evaluation, and he was known as the first person in terms of quality and virtue in the Song Dynasty for three hundred years.

From being in the seventh-rank Guangde Army manager, to mobilizing the governor of the Qing army, to being the chief of the salt warehouse in Xixi, Taizhou, and cooking sea and making salt while serving, to being demoted for his loyal advice to Empress Dowager Liu E, to being promoted to the capital for his contributions to the management of rivers in the south... He has long attracted countless fans in the court...

But in a place of wealth and gentleness, Ouyang Xiu, who admires the ancient sages and wise men, is also one of Fan Zhongyan’s most loyal fans.

In Ouyang Xiu's heart, Xiao Fan Gong was electricity, light, and the only myth. Ouyang Xiu liked to slap all officials in the face throughout his life. The famous officials of the dynasty Fu Bi, Yan Shu, Lu Yijian, Wen Yanbo, and Han Qi, no one was not slapped by Ouyang Xiu with outstanding literary lyrics. Ouyang Xiu never obeyed anyone in his life, and only obeyed Fan Zhongyan.

Fan Zhongyan still had a serious look in a stern look. He sighed and focused on the river strategy in his hand, reading it carefully.

Very serious and meticulous.

After reading the first article of Chai Lin's strategy for governing the river, his heart was already filled with throbbing and surprise, and he couldn't help but smile on his lips.

The second article Fang Zhongyong's strategy for river management made him feel mixed emotions.

——This is an idea that is similar to his political views, but not similar to the current officials and the people of the court. It is an idea that always regards the Dangxiang people and the Khitans as disasters, guarding themselves, and waiting to seek progress one day. Although the entry point is to cure the floods of the Yellow River, the pen tips are all in their mouths, and they are always in danger of danger in the future.

Fan Zhongyan, who was in his forties, began to tremble slightly with his hands. After a long time, his heart slowly calmed down. He picked up his pen and began to write a reply to Ouyang Xiu.

...

At the Lu Ming Banquet, there was a big drum next to him, a little girl who was teaching opera, and a strapless bra, beautiful and romantic.

I saw her waving a clapper with her left hand and holding a small drum hammer with her right hand. She was wielding freely, directing the musicians behind her.

With her rhythmic movements, the Kunkong melody played by the guzheng, pipa, flute and flute were as smooth as the flowing water, and it was soothing and melodious.

It seemed that Fang Zhongyong had a very stylish audience posture when he was playing symphony in the concert hall.

In response to the music drum beats, a young and charming young actor twisted his waist and sang a relaxed and lively opera. In his every move, he shook his hair from time to time, and his long hair was waving with evil and wild swaying, which showed a rock style.

Wait, why is that little boy so familiar between his eyebrows?

Fang Zhongyong was still thinking. Wang Anshi beside him was already in a half-interesting, half-serious, and half-surprising tone, and laughed: "Yan Ruxu used the 'rock' style you taught him to sing Kunqu opera. What's the point?"

"Why is it so weird?" Wang Andao, who walked up to him, also said, "Why, do you know this actor? I heard that he is a famous actor."
Chapter completed!