Among all of this, Chai Lin was busy settling down cars and buying houses; Fang Zhongyong conducted big research, visited neighbors and neighbors, and kept paying attention and planning, nothing was left.

When it was really settled, it was December. At this time, every household in Bianjing had already started to use carbon to keep warm, that is, coal from later generations, rather than firewood.

Chai Lin hired a new shopkeeper, housekeeper, friend, maid and coachman in the big house where Yue Wen studied. After cleaning up this three-entry yard, people came and went, working in the front yard and resting in the back yard, which was very comfortable.

Speaking of which, since he lost love from Prince Yue, he has officially started playing with men and women in the world. He chose maids, and all of them were bright, smooth, big breasts, awl face, and big eyes.

——This is what later generations call the so-called internet celebrity face and model figure.

Whenever Fang Zhongyong enjoys it with them, these maids serve him, and then look at the girls, which makes him look a little blind, and he can't help but sigh:

The Song Dynasty was probably the most similar era to the aesthetics of later generations; and the Chai Lin in front of him also had a bit of the personality of the later generations, the Sicong guy.

As the New Year is approaching, Bianjing has been constantly painting various brightly colored paints.

Unlike the decoration methods in later generations, people in Bianjing like to not shovel the old foundation, and directly apply a new layer of paint on the new foundation, and apply a layer of newer paint.

This way will make the building see old traces under the smooth and dazzling surface, thus making it more vivid and layered.

The weather was good. Fang Zhongyong invited Chai Lin from Yingying Yanyan's maid's warm bed early in the morning and prepared to go to Daxiangguo Temple, the peak terrace not far from the south.

——That is, at that time, the most famous sumo wrestler, watching the female sumo wrestling competition.

Although this female sumo wrestling competition is known as sumo wrestling, it actually has the meaning of beach volleyball in later generations.

Judging from the Song Dynasty sumo wrestling figurines unearthed in later generations and the murals of the Song tombs, sumo wrestlers, especially female sumo wrestlers, wear tight clothes with extremely efficient fabrics, with exquisite curves, slim figures and convex concave and convexity.

Because of this, Fang Zhongyong had long wanted to take this opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity to enjoy his white arms and thighs, and to see the opening and freedom of the Song Dynasty.

Therefore, regardless of Chai Lin's habit of hiding out at night, the night owls directly adhered to the Marxist revolutionary friendship that must be shared with good brothers, dragged Chai Lin to watch.

On the peak terrace, it was already crowded in less than half a day. There was a high table covered with red silk, with flag tents, silver cups, colorful satin, cotton jackets, and on the side, a handsome and very tall white horse - these are the prizes.

With the sumo wrestling competition on the stage, the competition became fierce. A 20-year-old female sumo wrestler jumped from the contestants' rest area to the stage.

I saw her take off her outer shirt, roll it up, and throw it off the terrace heroically. She was wearing a tight-fitting arrow sleeve, Ying Ge'er green shorts, and a pair of large crotch purple sleeved pants underneath. Her arms and thighs were snow-white. She stepped forward and punched her to the door of a female sumo wrestling with a tall head opposite.

The female sumo wrestling opposite her did not dodge or avoid, she also pulled her fists, spit out a door, and set off her posture, and the two wrestled and started to wrestle.

Suddenly, a bird with green flew over and over again, hovering at the female sumo with her head-tie, which was disturbed by the disturbance of the girl.

Finally, accidentally, a flaw appeared under his feet and was attacked by the female sumo wrestler who sneaked into the victory.

There was a booing sound from the audience and applause mixed with it. The tall female sumo wrestler stood up in a very embarrassed manner and looked at the sky coldly: Strangely, the kingfisher that was repeatedly hovering was gone.

Amid the cheers of everyone, the female sumo wrestler held the prize horse and walked majestic.

Fang Zhongyong suddenly waved his hand to Chai Lin and gestured to Chai Lin with his eyes. Then, the two of them followed an old man in the side of the crowd and walked towards the depths of the alley together.

Fang Zhongyong saw clearly that the green bird was clearly called by this old man.

He felt a lot of curiosity in his heart.

After following Tianhanqiao Street, Maxing Street, and bypassing Tan Lane, the old man finally walked into a courtyard.

The door outside the courtyard is closed tightly, and there is no gap at all.

Fang Zhongyong looked at Chai Lin and murmured softly: "Hug me."

Chai Lin's face was pulled down instantly, pretending to be serious: "What do you want to do? There is no such thing as a slut."

"What do you think of? What are you doing? When is it time? Why are you still making trouble?" Fang Zhongyong whispered: "Hug me, I'll jump up and climb up the wall to see what the owner of this family is doing."

"Why am I a mat underneath? An old man who plays with birds, what does he like to do? What does it have to do with us?" Chai Lin muttered.

"That's why I'm going to see it. Do you know what bird that old man is playing with? If I read it correctly, it's a banned kingfisher by the court," Fang Zhongyong continued:

"Look at him, he is so capable of training birds. We caught him secretly taming him, even selling it, using the handle of a kingfisher, and signing a contract with him. You said, at that time, let him train us a batch of carrier pigeons, and just between men and women in Bianjing City, don't you make a big profit?"

The part that Fang Zhongyong didn't say was that the Song-Xia War would start fighting in a few years, and taming birds as spies was a means that the Central Plains people were not good at, so how could it be achieved if they didn't step up their training earlier?

When Chai Lin heard this, he felt a little unwilling to do so. He bent down his head and helped Fang Zhongyong with his high head.

...

"Fang Zhongyong is on the list of the Imperial College this year." Ouyang Xiu sat next to Fan Zhongyan, holding a silver self-pouring pot and drinking a small wine. The person sitting opposite him was Fu Bi who was gentle and slowly tasting tea.

In the middle of the hall, the red charcoal basket in the charcoal basin was ignited. The maid buried a few taros and went in. Soon, it was fragrant.

Seeing the aroma of taro spread out, several maids also walked up, put the iron tongs into the charcoal basin, put the taro tongs out, put them on several trays, and wiped them clean with a clean veil, then they put them one by one on the tea table at the three of them.

"Zhongyong is a good kid," Fan Zhongyan nodded with appreciation: "I have a lot of ideas and a big heart. I am a grand person. In the future, I may have a great future."

When Ouyang Xiu heard about his idol, he affirmed the person he recommended and was very happy.

But Fu Bi frowned slightly, looking like he wanted to speak but stopped.

Seeing this situation, Ouyang Xiu couldn't help but ask: "Brother Yanguo, (Fu Bi, whose courtesy name is Yanguo) please tell me if you have something to do."

Fu Bi cleared his throat slightly and said, "Do you know that Fang Zhongyong has written many funny joke books?

I heard that the officials liked it very much, such as those strange and tricky things and despairing things. Also, Lu Yijian and Lu Yijian's mansion were also performing the plays he wrote all day long."

"This? No, right? Lu Yijian actually made the comic written by Fang Zhongyong in his mansion? Could it be that he wanted to use Fang Zhongyong first?" Ouyang Xiuru was burned by the hot potato in his hand, and shook his hand and threw away the hot and delicious taro:

"No, I'll go and ask about the situation first. But I don't know if Fang Zhongyong has entered Bianjing now? Where are he?"

"Go to Kaide Mansion first," Fan Zhongyan nodded slightly and smiled, "The water control has been completed. I think he has been in Jing for a long time. When he left, he will know where he should be now."
Chapter completed!