A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

"Is Shen An really an official?"

No officials lived in Yulin Alley before. Ever since the Shen An brothers and sisters settled here, Shen An could be seen riding horses in and out every day.

Horses were a scarce commodity in the Song Dynasty. Except for officials and official figures, the common people couldn't even think about it.

It was another three-day shift, and Shen An and Xiyang walked into Yulin Alley together.

"Only the officials... said that the officials were afraid that they would not be able to make it to the morning court, so they gave them horses..."

"Then Shen An..."

"Someone said something a few days ago... By the way, it was said that a young man named Shen became a close official of the official family. Could it be Shen An?"

Wang Jian stood outside the door, with Ah Zhu next to him. The two of them watched blankly as Shen An came slowly on horseback.

The young man hears the chicken dance every day. His body looks a little thin, but it is not weak, but it is sluggish.

There was more calmness and calmness between his brows, and his eyes glanced over, but there was no emotion.

He actually ignored us?

Ah Zhu remembered Shen An he had met when he first moved here.

At that time, the brother and sister came here as if they were fleeing, living in that small house, with the door closed and there was no light.

At that time, Ah Zhu didn't even bother to be neighbors with such people, so he spoke rudely.

Now the young man comes in Tsing Yi, his face is full of energy, just like the morning sunshine, making people feel full of vitality.

"Shen is waiting for the edict, the villain has sent mutton."

When Shen An arrived at the door of his house, the butcher named Zhao Wudi rushed over carrying half a sheep.

"Thanks a lot."

Shen An knew that this man was waiting for him to come to the office, just to get close to him. So he smiled slightly and said to Zhuang Zheng who came out: "When Zhao Wudi brings sheep from now on, remember to give him a bowl of tea to quench his thirst."

Zhao Wudi laughed and said: "Shen Taizhao is joking, how can a villain be worthy of Zhao Wudi!"

Shen An smiled at him and said, "I can afford it. Maybe one day I will take on the title of a bandit who can suppress Bianliang with one punch."

"elder brother!"

"Why!"

Guoguo came out, and Shen An left Zhao Wudi and entered the house.

Zhao Wudi and Zhuang Laoshi handed over the money, and then sighed: "Shen Daizhao is so fresh and refined when he picks up a bandit name. It's true that a capable person can do anything!"

Most of the people in the Song Dynasty liked to give themselves gangster names, such as "Zhen Guanxi", "Zhao Wudi", etc., so that people would know that they were good guys.

In the past, Wang Jian would definitely have ridiculed Shen An, saying that he was not on the stage and it was best to associate with thugs.

But now he could only watch Zhao Wudi carrying the money out in silence.

Azhu murmured: "The brother and sister had nothing at the beginning, but how come they changed in just a few months?"

Wang Jian was in a bad mood. Hearing these words, he couldn't help but get angry and shouted: "What do women know? Get out of here!"

Azhu's mood became even worse, and she subconsciously retorted: "I don't understand? You were so ambitious that you wanted to teach the children of noble families, but now that child runs next door every day. What about you? You sit at home and have nothing to do every day... Do you want to Face!"

Snapped!

Wang Jian slapped him away, and then Ah Zhu covered his face and cursed: "You heartless person, if it weren't for my father's help, you wouldn't be where you are today. Come on! Come on! Beat me to death, beat me If you kill me, just marry another one..."

The door of Shen's house was closed, blocking the hustle and bustle outside and the prying eyes of outsiders.

There was a sigh of relief in the alley, then the owner called his son, the west called his daughter, and the smoke gradually rose...

The smoke from Shen's kitchen also rose slightly, and Shen An was holding Guoguo and asking about today's situation.

"...I had porridge for lunch. There were...vegetables and meat in the porridge..."

Shen An listened with a smile, and then Zhuang Laoshi came to report what happened at home today.

"Mr. Lang, when we were buying rice at home, the grain merchants were a little uncomfortable, but no one dared to raise the price arbitrarily."

Shen An nodded and said: "Guoguo and I will eat two kinds from now on, one is rice and the other is wheat flour. As for corn, you can buy it if you like it."

The Song Dynasty was divided into north and south. The staple food in the north was corn and wheat flour, while in the south it was rice.

The so-called corn is millet. Shen An is not used to eating it. Guoguo is still young, so he gradually changes his habit.

Once a person gets used to a certain staple food, it becomes almost ingrained in him.

Zhuang Laoshi said with some confusion: "Mr. Lang, corn feeds people!"

People in the north don't eat corn, which is almost as weird as the Chinese people in the future who didn't eat rice but instead ate bread.

Shen An suddenly remembered something, and then said to Guoguo, who was still muttering that his brother had not cooked something delicious for a long time, "Brother, I will make you something delicious."

"Okay, brother is the best."

Shen An washed his hands and changed clothes, then went to the kitchen.

Blanch the good fat meat and slice it into slices.

"The corn is not fermented enough, but let's make do with it and steam it for a while longer."

"Mix in the sugar, some salt, and some preserved fruit..."

"Okay, put the fat pieces in and don't crowd them together!"

After a while, the steam rose, and Guoguo stood by the stove with salivation.

After steaming over high heat for an hour, this dish is ready.

The yellow corn looked shiny and shiny, with preserved fruits scattered among it, which was extremely tempting. There was also a piece of fat meat poking out from the corn underneath. Shen An picked it up and put it into his mouth.

Soft, waxy, and melts in your mouth. Mainly sweet, but with a hint of saltiness, which makes people more concerned...

The corn is full of oil and water, plus the aroma of preserved fruits, combined with the soft and waxy fat, the taste...

The expression on Shen An's face was as if he was enjoying top-notch food, UU Reading www.uukanｓhu.net Guoguo couldn't bear it anymore, so he stretched out his chopsticks to search in the bowl, and effortlessly pulled a piece of fat meat into the bowl.

"tasty!"

A bowl of alternative braised pork was eaten clean by the two brothers and sisters, while other dishes were left out in the cold.

After taking a short break after eating, the brother and sister started walking in the yard.

"Brother, Huahua bullied Bieme today. Bieme is so pitiful..."

"Brother, Governor Zhou fell down while running this morning, and he's still crying..."

Night gradually fell, and a lantern was hung beside the main hall, the light was dim.

Shen An's heart gradually calmed down as he listened to his sister's murmurs.

Recently, there have been more and more undercurrents in the DPRK, and all the undercurrents point to Wen Yanbo.

After three years as Prime Minister, Wen Yanbo still refuses to get out of his own way, so naturally someone will tell him to get out.

Shen An didn't know if there was something about Fu Bi. If there was, then he felt that he would have to keep one eye open when sleeping in the future.

"puff!"

Just as Shen An was holding his sister and turning around, something was suddenly thrown in from outside and landed on the ground with a pop.

Shen An instantly picked up Guo Guo and ran back. If he hadn't remembered that there was no explosives at the moment, he would have fallen down.

"Mr. Lang, get out of the way and look at me!"

Yao Lian rushed out triumphantly, but there was no one else outside.

He has always wanted to perform well, but the opportunity often passes by, which is regrettable.

He came back cursing and picked up something on the ground.

"Mr. Lang, it's a burden. It's so heavy...could it be copper coins?"

Shen An handed Guoguo to Aunt Chen to take to the backyard, and then walked over.

"It's a brick, bad luck! Hey! Mr. Lang, there is a letter..."