As afternoon approached, Zhang Jingxiu ate something in a hurry, and then he couldn't wait to go out to the city with a few friends. The group rode horses slowly through the Chaoyang Gate.
Zhang Jingxiu was riding a docile maroon horse, with his slender and graceful body undulating slightly on the horse's back, and a graceful and elegant smile on his bright and pretty face.
While chatting softly with a few Confucian scholars who are usually friends with each other, these people are all descendants of the Zhang family, cousins who have not been out of the fifth server, and they often come and go on weekdays.
The sun is shining brightly today.
In the afternoon, there were many pedestrians on the street. Ms. Zhang, who was also a Confucian scholar from Osaka, was good at riding and was in high spirits. She was walking slowly under the protection of the guards.
It can be seen that after this severe winter, with freezing weather and inconvenient travel, these noble gentlemen and rich ladies were exhausted.
He was a young boy who was a classmate, wearing bright clothes and angry horses, and talking happily.
These few are naturally not ordinary children of the Zhang family. All the elders in the family are important officials of the imperial court, and they are also Zhang Juzheng, the best friend of Prime Minister Zhang's family.
Several Confucian scholars surrounded Zhang Jingxiu, riding horses and walking slowly in the inner city accompanied by guards. They looked at the dazzling shops on both sides of the street and praised him casually.
"The Prime Minister's reform is really of great merit."
"Exactly!"
This is true.
It is now the spring of the ninth year of Wanli. Counting from the first year of Wanli, the reform led by Prime Minister Zhang has entered its ninth year.
Over the years, the effect of this reform has been very significant. With the progress of the reform and the smooth implementation of various laws and regulations, the government officials have been cleaned up, the fields have been inventoried, and the almost collapsed finances have become more abundant year by year.
Business in the streets and alleys is also very prosperous.
seem……
The aging dynasty of Ming Dynasty has regained its vitality.
Zhang Jingxiu was jolting slightly on his horse. Listening to these compliments, although they were old-fashioned, he couldn't help but straighten his slim waist and beautiful back, and his bright and pretty face became a little more proud.
As the direct daughter of the Prime Minister, she is naturally honored.
At this time, the cavalry passed through an alley. There were many people going in and out of the alley, making the road very difficult to walk. The cavalry had to slow down and stop, and then quietly waited for the people to disperse.
While waiting in boredom, a young man accidentally looked at the crowded alley and looked at several Jin Yiwei who were maintaining their self-proclaimed status.
On a whim, the young man told an interesting story: "Have you ever heard of the braised pork belly in this cheap shop?"
Another young man asked curiously: "Bianbiafang...what do you mean?"
So the young master looked at him as if he were a country bumpkin, and mocked him in a disdainful tone: "Although we scholars stay at home, we still know the affairs of the world. If we don't get the honors and become officials in the future,
How can we be an effective minister in governing the world?"
That look seems like, besides, haven’t you even heard of the recently popular Bianzi Fang, the braised pork and huoshao that is all the rage in Liubu Yamen and the streets?
Are you deaf or blind?
It’s so embarrassing for scholars!
This gentleman talked a lot about the truth, and when he asked the question in return, the man looked embarrassed. He just asked a casual question, which led to a lecture from his companion, and his face became a little confused.
I had no choice but to beg for mercy.
"Okay, okay, I understand my mistake."
Scholars are all like this. They talk about great principles endlessly.
Zhang Jingxiu was riding on horseback, frowning slightly. In fact, she had never heard of Bianyifang, so she had to secretly call her guard Zhang Kui over and ask a few questions casually.
"What is a cheap shop?"
When the lady asked this, Zhang Kui looked a little weird, so he had to tell the truth: "Miss, I don't know. This cheap shop... is just in front. It is a small restaurant that was newly opened in the first month of this year. It sells braised pork and roasted pork. Now it is very popular."
It’s getting popular...all the yamen in the inner city know about it.”
Zhang Jingxiu nodded, a look of surprise appeared on his pretty face, I see, but what the hell is this stewed and roasted stuff?
Miss Zhang felt a little confused. She had never heard of it, but...
She still showed a smile and teased some Confucian scholars who were traveling with her: "Bianbiafang, the name is somewhat humorous, easy to remember, and concise. I think this shop owner must be an interesting person."
Several Confucian scholars echoed: "Good!"
"What Brother Jingxiu said is true."
Everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter.
At this time, the good-hearted young master looked at the people coming and going in front of him, and couldn't help but said with joy: "It's not as good as meeting each other to be famous, why not... let's also try this stewed and fired dish, what kind of delicacy is it?"
Upon hearing this, several Confucian scholars agreed: "Let's go and have a look."
While they were talking, several people got off their horses, threw their tall horses to the guards, and walked towards the deep alley with great interest.
Several Confucian students walked in front and waved excitedly to Zhang Jingxiu: "Jingxiu, come on!"
On a whim, Zhang Jingxiu quickly dismounted from his horse, handed the reins to Zhang Kui, straightened his loose Confucian shirt, and quickly followed.
Zhang Kui was stunned for a moment, and became a little anxious when he saw his young lady and several noble gentlemen walking towards the cheap shop.
"Hey, hey, Master... wait a minute!"
Before he finished speaking, the lady walked out.
In an instant.
Zhang Kui's face suddenly fell, and three black lines appeared on his forehead. Just now, he didn't dare to mention that this cheap shop was opened by Shen Lie.
He knew about Shen Lie's opening of a shop, and was amazed at it, but who dared to mention him in front of the lady would be a disgrace.
As for the servants and maids around the young lady, who doesn't know that the young lady really hates Shen Lie who doesn't know how to praise him.
That man really offended the lady to death!
Considering the unhappy past between his young lady and Shen Lie, Zhang Kui's square face turned into a bitter gourd, so he had no choice but to hand over the reins to one of his subordinates and has no choice but to catch up in a hurry.
Zhang Kui shouted while chasing: "Master, Master...wait!"
But it's too late.
At this time, Zhang Jingxiu and several fellow Confucian scholars had joined the queue. While queuing, they were talking about this new and interesting food, and they seemed to be very interested.
Zhang Jingxiu was also standing in the crowd, playing with a folding fan in one hand and looking forward curiously, looking very curious...
Zhang Kui hurriedly caught up to him. Seeing his young lady's excited expression, he was speechless for a moment and had to stay by his side with a grimace.
"Now, it's broken!"
While he was talking, Zhang Kui blocked an inattentive diner with his hand and chased after his young lady to dissuade him: "Master, Master, forget it!"
"Master, let's go, it's... too noisy here."
It was okay if he didn't say it, but Zhang Jingxiu became a little unhappy after being dissuaded.
Miss Zhang, who was dressed as a Confucian scholar, frowned slightly and said displeasedly: "Zhang Kui, please stand aside and don't disturb the people."
Zhang Kui had no choice but to grimace and close his mouth tightly.
It seems that today there is no way to stop the young lady and these gentlemen. They are determined to understand the sufferings of the people and enjoy themselves with them.
So a quarter of an hour passed. Seeing that the number of diners in line in front was getting smaller and smaller, several noble gentlemen started to jump for joy again. Finally, it was the noble gentlemen's turn.
But.
I saw the young man in the cheap shop throwing away the towel and bowing apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...please come back tomorrow."
