The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

Yun Yan rejected Wen Yanbo with the demolition, but he really studied it and wrote a plan. The site selection has been completed because people from the demolition office have been running outside for several days. Yun Yan babbled when he returned, and while reporting the address, he wrote the plan for holding a tourism festival there.

Since development is to be carried out, and development is required, then do nothing and do nothing, apply for the establishment of another tourism festival, and do the resettlement and tourism festival together.

Yun Yan wrote back some of the main activities, no matter whether it can be realized, write it first, he has always known that the initial plan and the final implementation plan must be very different.

Then this plan was also entrusted to the imperial palace for review by officials.

Renzong looked at the site selection and the plan written by Yun Yan.

This is to make the place a holiday short-distance tourist destination for the common people. Of course, it will certainly not exclude the rich. Ancient tourism is actually very difficult, especially for ordinary citizens, it is impossible to take a walk-and-go trip. And even if you go out to travel, it takes a very long time.

There are also the gardens in Bianjing, few commoners can enjoy. Most of them are private gardens and royal gardens. Although they are open occasionally, it is conceivable that there are too few opportunities.

And Yun Yanhui again proposed that he hopes to renovate this place regularly at a cost to bring tourists a sense of freshness. That is obviously to make long-term money, and if you look at it in this way, you will definitely be able to make money.

Although the place is in the suburbs, it is not too far from the city. Under Yun Yanhui's description, it will be an extremely interesting place after development. Even Renzong looked forward to it.

Renzong is also keenly aware that although the initial investment will be relatively large, the future benefits will be considerable. And this early investment is not a big deal to the royal family—yes, Renzong does not intend to make public funds from the imperial court. He has to pay for it himself. In the future, although Yun Yanhui said that all the proceeds from peripheral development will also go to the private pool. .

The emperor and the court’s public and private affairs are actually not very clear, but in this era, there is no way. Theoretically speaking, the world belongs to the emperor.

To develop this thing in the outskirts, if it were public funds, the courtiers would definitely have to be jumbled again, and they would have to spend time to speculate on the feasibility of the plan. When the time comes, the ministries will get involved again... Yes, they are redundant again, so Renzong simply took it down by himself.

However, since Renzong decided to develop real estate and tourism by himself as an investor, he took it for granted that he would also inspect the site selection to see what Yun Yan looked like when he flew back.

Renzong’s verbal message was passed to Kaifeng Mansion, agreed to set up a tourism festival, and he took two eunuchs to help Kaifeng Mansion. They were in charge of the accounts, and the money came from Renzong. These two followed Yunyan. The place where you can help come forward and act cheaply, and the second is to monitor whether the money is used in place.

The other thing is, order the demolition office to make arrangements—because the tourism festival has just been approved and has not been officially established—the officials have to go out of the city to check the site in a few days, and they have to receive it!

It stands to reason that the local government will definitely receive if the prince goes out. The place where they are engaged in development is an unpopulated suburb, divided by region, belongs to Kaifeng County, so no matter from the perspective of the demolition office or the perspective of the Kaifeng government, the reception is regulated.

Not to mention, Renzong actually mentioned that he wants to eat lunch there...

The accountant **** who came to report and give oral instructions smiled and conveyed Renzong's meaning.

Yun Yan murmured back: "This sentence is so clear..."

Although the little **** is a special talent in the palace who knows how to settle accounts, he really doesn’t understand the outside world, especially the inside of Kaifeng Mansion. This is also because Yun Yanhui never deliberately made a name for himself. Outsiders may know Kaifeng Mansion chefs, but they don’t know. He is writing the menu.

But the little **** knew that Yunyan was going back to supervise this matter, and he also knew that he would work with him in the future, so he was very kind. Although he didn't know how to cook, he also suggested sincerely, "Don't worry, but our family thinks that we must always get some wealth. The dishes are worthy of the royal family."

The other little **** also nodded, "Yes, let's copy the recipe of the Imperial Dining Room for your reference."

"Thank you for your two companions..." Yun Yanhui thought that this was Renzong's request, but still wondering that Renzong's hobby is so exaggerated now. After asking the names of two eunuchs, he learned that the former was named Chen Jiufu. The latter is called Lorry.

This Chen Jiufu was also the apprentice of the competent Chen Banban next to the official family. It was precisely because Chen Banban came to have a good relationship with Kaifeng Mansion. Knowing that this was a beautiful job, he deliberately spoke in front of the official family and made the two reliable. My own person took the errand.

Everyone is one's own, so I am so friendly, I can do things even if I want to come to the future.

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By the way, Yun Yan took the errand back, and went home to figure out how to fudge...No, it was an introduction to the big boss, and he had a good word in his heart, and it was the tour guide's life to sigh. Then I started to think again, what is a rich dish.

The emperor's family, what kind of rich dishes have not been eaten, what can he do, can he cook some barbecue abalone?

When Yun Yan returned home, he saw that there were mung beans, red beans, peanuts and other ingredients that Zheng Ping used to make porridge. There was nothing wrong for a while, so he turned over some glutinous rice and prepared to make pastries.

While Yun Yanhui was boiling the sugar water, he found a round basin, brushed it with a layer of oil, and spread glutinous rice in it. Mung beans, so repeatedly.

Not only beans and peanuts, he turned over any dried fruits in the house, such as melon seeds, walnuts, sesame seeds, red dates, etc., and threw them in. The ingredients were overlapped and pressed tightly.

At this time, the sugar water is also cooked, so pour it into the glutinous rice and cook it in the pot.

After cooking for tens of minutes, it was cooked. Yun Yanhui took out the pot. Because the oil was brushed before, the whole piece of pastry was poured out, and it was very hot. Yun Yanhui put it in Let cool on the table.

At a glance, this pastry really doesn't match the exquisite shape that is popular in the fruit industry nowadays, but only makes people feel substantial. A huge piece of glutinous rice filled with dried fruits and nuts, which is fancy.

Yun Yan returned with a sigh of relief, and smiled secretly, "Rich, rich enough for you to make a slice of cake!"

At this time, Zheng Ping, Fu Yunfeng, Shuang Yi, and Xiaobao all returned. The three of them went to the Daxiangguo Temple to pick up Xiaobao together with great interest. Zheng Ping also said to Xiaobao: "Don't you want to drink the eight-treasure porridge? I have soaked the beans, so I will boil them in the evening."

The four of them entered the door together, they were shocked when they saw the thing on the table.

Shuangyi: "Drink, what kind of weird guy is this?"

Yun Yanhui was still immersed in the satisfaction of the obsession, "Oh, this is the cut cake I made."

"Cut cake? It's a big piece." Fu Yunfeng circled around twice, "I want to cut it and eat it, so is it called "Cut cake?"

Xiao Bao sniffed, "It's so sweet...just that it doesn't look very good."

Zheng Ping was a little unhappy, "Did you use up all the beans I made? I'm going to make eight-treasure porridge for Xiaobao."

"What more eight-treasure porridge!" Yun Yan stood up, "I've already made cut cakes. Come here, it's almost cold. I'll cut it for you to eat."

However, he found a knife. After the cake was cold, it was really not very easy to cut. Yun Yan was surprised to cut a few pieces off and share it with everyone.

Fu Yunfeng took a few bites and stopped, "The taste is good, but it's too sweet for me."

Moreover, there are a lot of fruits inside, and Fu Yunfeng's taste is not that heavy.

However, even girls are a bit disgusted.

Both Shuangyi and Zheng Ping agree that this stuff is not only easy to get tired, but the focus is also particularly rough. The same is a very sweet and greasy food. Soaked snails in butter will not make people feel that they don't want to eat after a few bites.

Yun Yan replied, "Hey, you guys don't want to eat it. Would you let Xiaobao eat it all? It's too much."

Of course he wouldn't really take the cut cake to entertain the officials, and he couldn't ask the officials to pay according to the weight. What's the point? But today is really too high, I didn't control the weight.

Xiao Bao was a little dumbfounded at this moment: "Let me eat everything, brother, don't you plan to eat it?"

He originally thought that although he didn't like it very much, since he did all of them, he must grit his teeth and help Ge Yan solve it together. Who knows that Yan Ge said that he did not intend to eat it himself.

Yun Yan replied: "Ha, I don't like to eat cut cakes."

Xiao Bao: "..."

Xiaobao: "Do you still make so much if you don't like it? I won't eat anymore!"

He put the cut cake down and ran away in a hurry.

"Come back..." Yun Yan saw that no one was willing to take care of himself. Zheng Ping also asked if he had a fever. He thought that there was a meaning to being so big, but he was just going crazy.

Yun Yanhui was also very sad, spreading layer by layer, and unknowingly, it was a bit taller, and the container seemed to be a bit bigger, there really isn't a smaller pot in the house...

Yun Yan had no choice but to sigh, thinking that no one would buy this item, so he simply moved a table and prepared to put it at the intersection to provide it to passers-by for free.

At the intersection, there was a free tea from nearby people who put it there for passers-by. Yun Yan thought back, we are really a good match. Wouldn’t you want to eat tea to relieve your greasiness after eating my cut cake, so he moved the cut cake to the side of the tea. , Bring the "free access" sign on the tea side a little closer, put it in the middle of the two, and rub the commentary.

Yun Yan went back and moved it, thinking about going home to get a knife, otherwise it would be difficult for others to eat.

At this time, Yun Yanhui saw a very familiar person approaching, wearing a very saucy bag, and a very beautiful face. It was the very picky customer that I saw in the nearby foot shop that day.

Because of his outstanding appearance and open-minded personality, Yun Yan recalled it very clearly and recognized it at first glance.

But they didn't know each other, and Yun Yanhui didn't recognize him. It was impossible to say hello: Hello, do you remember that we ate in a store, so we just stared at him.

The young man came closer, stopped, and looked at cutting the cake.

Yun Yan didn't move his feet for a while and looked at him.

The young man glanced at the cut cake several times, showing a look of disgust on his face.

Yun Yan chuckled back and said, "Do you want to eat? I will go with the knife?"

The young man took a deep breath, "Did you do this??"

Yun Yan replied: "Yes."

The young man twisted his eyebrows, and his beautiful face was full of complicated expressions, as if he didn't understand, and he seemed surprised, of course, and deeply disgusted.

Yun Yan recalled that he was probably wondering why some people made this kind of thing. Could it be that the dried fruits at home couldn't be eaten?

Yun Yan felt a little embarrassed when he returned. He has been praised for many years. Although it was a whim and sentimental food, it was the first time he received such a look.

He couldn't help defending himself: "Although it doesn't look very good...but it has a special flavor."

The young man glanced at him suspiciously.

Yun Yan replied: "...Do you want a knife?"

I can't bear it anymore, this thing is not so bad, right? This person is really too picky, and his family just dislikes it a little rough.

The young man snorted, but before Yun Yan turned around, he stretched out his hand, covered his hand with a handkerchief, broke the cut cake, broke a piece, and flipped his palm to hold a slice of the cut cake.

Fortunately, this cake hasn't been left for a long time, and it's not too hard. Otherwise, Yun Yan thought back that she might really not need a knife.

He hopes to be eaten up sooner before hardening...

The young man stared at the cake for a long time, put it to his mouth, did not have the entrance for a long time, and looked like he didn't want to eat it very much.

Yun Yan was entangled for him all the time, since it was so painful, why don't you eat it? What's wrong with you?

On the one hand, the young man felt painful, and on the other hand there seemed to be some mysterious belief in the trend. He tasted it. He put the cut cake into his mouth, tasted it, and chewed for a long time. His expression became even more ugly. The ground said back to Yun Yan: "What's the matter with you, making something like this?!"

Yun Yan replied, "So I didn't ask for money!"

"..." The young man took a deep breath, "I'm so disappointed in you!"

Yun Yan replied: "..."

When the young man got angry, his good-looking eyebrows raised, making him even more aggressive.

Although Yun Yan felt that there was nothing wrong with him, he couldn't help but feel a little timid, "Um... don't we seem to know each other?"

The young man looked at Yun Yanhui coldly. Just when Yun Yanhui felt a little weird, he said indifferently: "I don't know, but I know you. You are from Kaifeng Mansion."

Hey, this outsider is quite able to inquire, have you even inquired about this?

Yun Yan responded quickly. He pointed to himself and said happily, "You know I helped in the cafeteria, so I just wanted to taste it if I disliked it?" Haha, I didn't expect this person to be cheated in the foot shop. Instead, he trusted his reputation so much and was pitted!

The young man looked at Yun Yan back with a smile, his face suddenly turned black like Bao Zheng.

Yun Yan returned with a smile and comforted: "Brother Tai, sorry...but, I rarely cook by myself..."

When he said this, the young man didn't look better at all, but a little blood came out from the corner of his mouth.

Yun Yanhui was shocked. He could see that this person was so strong, but he did not expect to have such a strong temperament, "You, are you vomiting blood?!"

The young man wiped the corners of his mouth anxiously, glanced at him, furiously: "I don't have one!"