Wei and Jin cooks

Early the next morning, Zhao Hanzhang asked Tinghe to deliver the letter first, and then went to have breakfast with her hands behind her back. When passing Zhao Ji's yard, she turned to go in. Thinking of the letter she wrote last night, she paused For a moment.

She controlled herself mentally, and finally left with regret.

Forget it, I won't irritate him today, let him recover. She is a broad-minded person.

While eating, Fan Ying came over and whispered: "Your Majesty, Zheng Mingzhu was sent out of the city at dawn this morning. The Tan family and the Zheng family sent out of the city yesterday, and they have probably left the Yuncheng area now."

Zhao Hanzhang nodded slightly and said in a low voice: "You should pay more attention in the past two days. If there are people who come to defect, they will be captured after investigation. There is no need to be afraid of Gou Xi's power."

"yes!"

After breakfast, Zhao Hanzhang went to the guest house. Ming Yu and the subordinate officials she brought were already waiting. Today she will receive etiquette training from the officials of the Ministry of Etiquette with them.

When the emperor offered sacrifices to heaven, Zhao Hanzhang decided to bring everyone who could be brought with him. However, most of the officials here were like her. The general etiquette was fine, but the etiquette of offering sacrifices to heaven was still a little worse. Since they knew about offering sacrifices to heaven, they Learned one after another.

However, in order not to embarrass them, Zhao Zhongyu specially found officials from the Ministry of Etiquette for them to make final decisions. If there were mistakes, they should be corrected. If they were right, they should be more elegant.

It's one thing for him to come to Yuncheng even if he doesn't go there in advance, but it's better not to show up openly and irritate Gou Xi.

They still have to respect the current most powerful minister in the Jin Dynasty.

Zhao Hanzhang and his subordinate officials spent two hours learning etiquette. After the officials of the Ministry of Rites made sure that they made no omissions, Zhao Hanzhang exhaled and walked out with his stiff and sore neck.

Tinghe hurriedly caught up, "Girl, the clothes and accessories you want to wear tomorrow..."

"Didn't you try it in Chen County?" Zhao Hanzhang quickened his pace.

"But I see that you have lost some weight in the past few days. I'm afraid that you need to change your waist. And the accessories, you only bring a piece of jade, which is too little..."

Zhao Hanzhang quickened her pace. She actually liked trying on new clothes, but after trying on one outfit more than ten times, she was tired of it no matter how beautiful it looked. She said: "That's the emperor's sacrifice to heaven. Everyone goes to see your majesty. No way." Notice that I've lost a little weight, you can't tell."

Zhao Hanzhang walked faster and faster, "I'll go out to find something to eat first. If you have anything to do, I'll talk about it when I come back in the afternoon."

Tinghe could only stamp her feet and couldn't help but look at Fan Ying, hoping that she could help persuade her. Unexpectedly, Fan Ying also trotted out and said, "I, I'm going to find something to eat too."

She was one of the subordinate officials who were taken to participate in the Heaven Sacrifice. If Zhao Hanzhang wanted to try on the dress, would she also have to try it on again?

Help, she doesn’t want to try on dresses anymore.

It doesn't matter if their official uniforms don't look very appropriate at ordinary times. They, the subordinate officials, all wear official uniforms when they participate in the heaven ceremony. Why do they need to modify this uniform again and again?

Both of them ran away, and the remaining officials naturally dispersed in a hurry. Tinghe couldn't help but look at Mr. Ming.

Ming Yu smiled at her and encouraged her: "Miss Tinghe is thoughtful. If you ask again when the governor comes back in the afternoon, she will always be willing to try."

Then he got up and walked away. After taking two steps, he turned back and picked up the plate of snacks on the low table and took him away.

Tinghe:......

Zhao Hanzhang went out with two personal guards. She wanted to go to a restaurant to eat, but when she saw a new stall diagonally opposite the restaurant, there were quite a lot of people eating, so she couldn't help but stop and observe.

Seeing the stall owner's quick movements, he kept stirring the noodles in the basin, and then slid spoonfuls into the soup. After a while, the gnocchi floated and the soup became richer.

Zhao Hanzhang smelled it and thought it was quite fragrant and the stall was clean, so he led his guards forward and found a seat to sit down, "Master, here are three bowls of pimple soup."

"Okay!" the stall owner responded and immediately cooked three bowls for them.

Coincidentally, the three of them were the last to order, so after finishing these three bowls, the stall owner took some time off, adding water to make soup from time to time, and leaning aside to watch them eat.

There is a woman washing dishes behind the stall.

Zhao Hanzhang took a sip of the soup first. The fragrance of the broth and the noodle soup went into her throat together. The dough was very smooth and slid directly into her mouth. Zhao Hanzhang chewed it and was very happy, "This is sheep bone soup."

When the stall owner saw that she recognized the goods, he immediately came closer and said with a smile: "That's right. We cooked it in the middle of the night. The soup is really delicious. You have to spend money to eat soup like this outside."

Zhao Hanzhang looked at his position, pointed at the wall behind him and asked, "Whose house is this? Do they allow you to set up a stall here?"

"We rent it, as long as it doesn't block the door of his house. You see, from there to here, there are walls. This is what we rent, and it's eighty yuan a month."

Although it was rented, the stall owner still felt it was expensive, so he complained: "Our bowl of gnocchi only costs five pennies. How many pennies do we have to sell to earn back..."

Zhao Hanzhang smiled and asked: "Then why did you choose to set up a stall here?"

The stall owner was a little happy and said proudly: "Have you seen the restaurant diagonally opposite?"

Zhao Hanzhang nodded.

"That's the best restaurant in our Yuncheng. It belongs to the Jiang family. The emperor wants to worship heaven. There are so many people coming to Beijing these days. Those dignitaries come to this restaurant to eat." The stall owner said: "But it's expensive." People can spend a lot of money to eat here, but their followers can’t afford it, right? They can’t go hungry and have to look for food outside, so I set up a stall here.”

He said proudly: "Even though I only came here for half a day, I sold more than 60 bowls in just this half day."

When Zhao Hanzhang heard this, he burst out laughing and congratulated: "In just one day's work, I earned back one month's rent."

"No, it's just that the landlord is too stingy. I only want to rent for half a month and pay by the day, but he won't rent. He must rent for a full month. Alas, how can those generals and governors stay here for a month? , my business will only last a few days."

Zhao Hanzhang asked, "Can't you do it in normal times? There are always dignitaries from Yuncheng who come to the restaurant with their entourage to eat."

"Oh, I usually don't dare to set up a stall like this on the street," the stall owner said in a low voice: "If the young general encounters him and encounters him in a bad mood, I'm afraid he will be accused of affecting the appearance of the capital. Sometimes I was beaten lightly, because I was afraid of being caught and thrown into jail. Even if I didn't die, my family would be broken up."

Zhao Hanzhang smiled slightly and lowered his voice, "But I see there are a lot of stalls on the street now..."

"Other streets are fine. The young general doesn't go there often. Here on the main street, not many people dared to set up a stall before." The stall owner is not afraid to say bad things about Gou Chun. They often say it quietly among ordinary people, and some even do it. I hid the doll at home and used acupuncture to curse it. Unfortunately, it was of little use.

He whispered: "A few days ago, the young general offended the female governor from Yuzhou and was punished in the general's residence and could not come out. Now everyone is bolder."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have opened the stall today. In fact, he had seen this business opportunity before, but he didn't dare to take action. He didn't dare to start until he was sure that Gouchun couldn't go out and no one was driving away the stalls on the main street.

Zhao Hanzhang nodded and praised him: "What a courageous person and good craftsmanship. I will definitely make a lot of money in the future."

Everyone likes to hear nice words. The stall owner was so happy that his eyes narrowed.

Just as he was about to speak, a handsome young man came over with two followers and said to the stall owner: "Here are three bowls of pimple soup."

Then he looked at Zhao Hanzhang who was sitting and asked with a smile: "Prince Zhao, I wonder if I would be lucky enough to share a table with you?"