Chapter 705 The Daily Life of the Northern Trio (15)

But after Mr. Feng said that after saying goodbye to Xue, he followed Mr. Xu through the side door of the three-in-one gate and circled around. After a moment, he passed the moon gate and Mr. Feng found himself in a garden.

Although it is late spring now, the climate has been harsh in recent years and the cold and cold in the capital has not subsided, so the flowers and plants in the garden are somewhat scattered, and the overall atmosphere of flowers in spring has not been created.

But none of these matters. As soon as Mr. Feng entered the garden, he was attracted by the glass greenhouse located in the middle.

The greenhouse was designed according to the leisure model. Large pieces of glass with slightly curved shapes were inlaid into shiny iron frames, and finally, a bowl-shaped tourist greenhouse was formed.

Following Officer Xu in a novel way, Master Feng looked at him and stepped into the glass door.

At this time, five or six guests had already taken their seats in the greenhouse. The warmth of an oval mahogany strip table, a few craft chairs, green tea, red wine, and fruit wood ovens came over.

Through the bright glass curtain wall, I looked at the bleak place outside. Mr. Feng, who was still cold the moment before, was in a good mood.

"I told you which one it is, it turns out to be Brother Mu Xi."

Just after Mr. Feng entered the house, on the seat facing the door, a middle-aged man in pure black dressed in black shouted out the word Mr. Feng's call: "Come here to sit here. I haven't had a long time to drink and have a chat with Brother Mu Xi. Today I'm going to be drunk."

Master Feng looked closely and found that the person who was talking was Luo Lishi, the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Works.

Although he was an official in the same dynasty, Mr. Feng had not had much contact with Mr. Luo, a member of the Jiangnan clan. In other words, when Mr. Luo was still a member of the Ministry of Works, he had several social engagements.

But today, this greenhouse is obviously not based on the relationship between relatives and distant things.

Seeing Mr. Luo’s intimate appearance, Mr. Feng, who instantly understood it, hurriedly bowed forward, and at the same time showed a happy expression of meeting his old friend: “I didn’t expect Brother Ben Song to be in front of him! Haha, unexpected joy, unexpected joy.”

When Mr. Feng sat down on the right hand of Mr. Luo, Luo Lishi, who suddenly became a close friend, exchanged a few simple greetings, took on the responsibility of informing the customer and began to introduce: "This is Gao Jie and Gao Langya, the commander of Henan Road of the Censorate.

In fact, when Mr. Feng took the seat, he recognized all the guests present today. Everyone stood in front of the gate of Huangji Hall every morning and blew the cold wind. After so many years, he had been standing on the street, but who didn’t know Mr. Feng?

However, Luo Lishi's introduction today is obviously a formal procedure to integrate into the circle. Master Feng, who knew it well, enthusiastically bowed to the young man wearing the outer robe of the lake silk man, to the other side: "I have met Gao Yuen."

Gao Yuichi, who was sitting first in his left hand, is less than thirty years old this year, and is the backbone of the young and strong officialdom.

Gao Jie was a Jinshi in the Tianqin year. This man was a Henan Dao Imperial Envoy at a young age. He was undoubtedly a Qingliu faction and had no communication with Mr. Feng, a child like him, who had failed to communicate with him on a daily basis.

It's bad here.

Hearing the greeting, Gao Yuen, who had a fair face, only glanced at Feng Sicheng halfway.

Afterwards, the cold man picked up a pothole-cracked clam shell from the fruit wood grill on the table, put it to his mouth and sucked it hard. When he swallowed the clam, he smacked his lips and took out a cigarette roll from a big red iron cylinder with a watch and a city tower on the table. Then he took out his own silver cloisonné enamel cloisonné ZIPPO and lit it. He took a sip and tilted it. He raised his head and spit out a light blue smoke. Then Ge fell into the chair. He ignored Mr. Feng throughout the whole process.

"Haha, the legacy of Wei and Jin Dynasties, the legacy of Wei and Jin Dynasties."

Mr. Luo, who saw everything, could only smooth things out when faced with his naked academic contempt: "No need to pay attention to this crazy guy, Mu Xi followed me to see Liu Zhizhong."

In fact, Mr. Feng did not have any emotional fluctuations in the contempt he had just received. He had not been despised by various Jinshi scholars in the past half of his life, and he had been numb.

With a smile on his face, Mr. Feng turned to the next one: "I've met Liu Zhizhong."

In the Ming Dynasty, the capital city's SHI Changyamen was called Shuntian Mansion.

As the world's number one prefecture, Shuntian Prefecture, like later generations, was served as the prefect of the prefecture by a high-level boss: the lowest third rank. The other second-level officials were also higher than their colleagues in the foreign government. The official position of the Central Government was unique to the high-level yamen such as Shuntian Prefecture.

The Liu Zhizhong in front of him is named Liu Jue. This person seems inconspicuous, but he is the third-rank official of Shuntian Prefecture and a fifth-rank official. There are only two big bosses, the prefect and the prefecture chief.

Liu Zhizhong, who was in his fifties, was wearing a cotton cloth, had no arrogance of a young bureaucrat. Seeing Mr. Feng saluting, he bowed his hand to his greeting with a smile.

The guests who came to see him next, like Mr. Feng, were also intermediate officials, and their ranks were between the fifth and sixth ranks.

"This is Hu Ping, a member of the Ministry of War."

"This is Ho Shi, the right Senator of the Tongmatsu Department."

Finally, after a round of greetings, Mr. Feng, who was in a happy mood and felt good about himself, generously enjoyed the appetizing barbecue on the table with the diner team.

"Come on, try these garlic oysters, it's a real delicacy."

After taking the oyster shell handed over by Mr. Luo, the northerner, Mr. Feng, was imitating Gao Yuzhi's sucking. The delicious taste of fresh, sweet, soft and smooth suddenly filled his mouth, making Mr. Feng unable to stop and yelled delicious.

"Two days before the winter solstice of Jimao, Haiman offered oysters. After cutting them, he found several liters. The meat and slurry were added and boiled together with wine. The food was very beautiful and it had not yet existed."

Although Mr. Feng was not very knowledgeable, he had read the article "Eating Oysters" by Mr. Dongpo. Feeling the delicious seafood that he had never seen before. After memorizing a passage of text, he shook his head and sighed: "So Dongpo is really not bullying me!"

"Haha, I know this."

The fat and round Liu Zhizhong sucked two shells of oyster meat and continued: "So Dongpo was demoted to Danzhou. He ate oysters every day, but he believed that the oysters should not be circulated outside the world, so as not to ask for them by his son."

"There is such a thing? Dongpo is really a wonderful person."

While talking, a group of officials and assistants feasted and ate the oysters on the table.

In this process, Mr. Feng, who quickly integrated into the diner team, was completely relieved. There was no conspiracy to discuss secretly, nor did he talk about the affairs of the court. All the participants deliberately avoided any sensitive topics and only talked about the poems of Fengyue Oyster and Wine, and were relaxed and comfortable.

At this moment, today's main course came. Four chefs wearing the same short tops shouted a trumpet and lifted the large copper plate onto the table.

Mr. Feng was shocked: He knew this main dish.

The rouge spots lying across the side dishes like a cloud seemed to recognize Mr. Feng, and the dark fish eyes seemed to be saying hello: "I've met you again."

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Afternoon.

Mr. Feng, who was thrusting his chest and bulging belly, took slow steps and stepped out of the gate of the Zhongyong Bo Mansion with step by step.

Mr. Xu, who was well-employed, stood beside the prepared carriage and thoughtfully helped Mr. Feng into the carriage. His whole process was gentle, for fear that the master would spit something out and spit it on his three-piece set.

Mr. Feng, after asking about the fact that Manager Tang Er had already left, he cursed himself as a "scam slave" and ordered the carriage to go back home.

Half an hour later, the carriage in Bo's mansion stopped smoothly in front of Master Feng's door.

Get off the car and put on a robe. Mr. Feng, who had been eating for a long time, was light and healthy, and was full of ambition. He stepped into the gate of the courtyard in just a short while.

Without wanting to enter the door, Mr. Feng was hit on his leg by his children running wildly in the yard.

"Whose daughter is so dirty that she can't take it anymore!" Squatting down and holding her two children, Mr. Feng took out a towel and wiped her youngest son's face lovingly: "Where is your mother, why don't you care about you?"

"Mom is meditating."

After the child said a word that he couldn't understand at all, he twisted his body and laughed and wanted to break free from his father's hand.

The next moment, Mr. Feng was surprised and snatched a shiny thing from his young son: "What is this?"

What caught my eye was a mouse doll carved from transparent glass. It was lifelike and beautiful, and even its beard was transparent.

Seeing the "Fu" stamp on the mouse's forehead, Mr. Feng realized: This year is the Year of the Rat, this is a zodiac toy.

"Give me back, give me back."

He slowly stood up and let his young son take the doll away from his hand. Mr. Feng, who felt something was wrong, stepped into the main house quickly, then opened the curtain and stepped into the west room.

"This, is this...?"

As soon as he entered the house, Mr. Feng was stunned.

Bathed in the golden sunshine that penetrated the window paper, Feng Tang lived cross-legged in the middle of the bed, with a solemn appearance, closing his eyes and muttering words, it seemed that he was meditating. If he ignored the brocade she wore, the gauze wrapped around her waist, the silver turtle between her legs, the red high-end rouge color on her face, the jewelry on her head and face, and the various gift boxes piled up on the bed, this woman was really meditating.

After taking a breath, Mr. Feng, who probably understood what was going on, walked forward two steps lightly and listened carefully.

What is heard is a curse-like whisper: "My. are mine."

"This is a devil."

Mr. Feng was a little bit versatile in his official career, but he still had a lot of experience in being a human being. He knew that at this time, either he would find someone Feng Tang was used to fear to wake up, or he would wait for his inner demon to go away.

With a light tactical step back, then two Jackson slides, Mr. Feng opened the door curtain silently and retreated.

Then, the master looked fierce and walked towards the east room: Tang San's messy slave, his family was in such chaos, and no one was seen.

Sure enough, Tang San was in the east room.

Bathed in the golden sunshine that penetrated the window paper, Tang Sanjiu lived cross-legged in the middle of the bed, with his eyes without focus, smiling in a fascinating manner, holding something, muttering in his mouth.

"Crazy, all are crazy!"

Mr. Feng was furious and pulled Diao Nu away his arm, snatched the object he was holding tightly, and looked at it.

What caught my eye was a neatly bound simplified Chinese paper page: a distribution contract for a registered dealer.

After taking a closer look and understanding the content of the contract, the master was angry: "Why did you, such a tricky guy, come back after asking for a sauce and vinegar contract?"

"It's organic cotton yarn wool, but we're not familiar with the business. Mr. Feng, how many warp threads do you know? How many weft threads do you know?"

Uncle Tang San was not crazy at all. After wiping the saliva that almost flowed out just now, he slowly moved out of bed: "The Feng family knows the details. This sauce and vinegar decoction is specially customized for you, Mr. Feng."

"The fresh products such as oyster sauce, chicken essence, and thirteen spices have to be available and sent to the restaurant on the street. It will be sold for silver."

After getting out of bed, Uncle Tang snatched the contract from Mr. Feng: "When the Tang family is old, the relationship is still there, and the goods can be released when they arrive."

Speaking of this, Tang San squinted his eyes and mocked the master: "There is a contract of bows, crossbows, swords and guns in Master Cao's mansion. I can ask for it. Can Lord Feng be able to sell it with the Beijing Arsenal?"

Mr. Feng was speechless and sat in the chair dejectedly: "Forget it, just this contract, a long flowing entry."

"Long flowing water? Humph, you haven't found the secret."

Tang San gently spread the contract and pointed his fingers heavily at some point: "I saw that, I used salt bricks for animals."

Mr. Feng, who never cared about the kitchen affairs, was confused again at this time: "What?"

"Private salt. You can only feed animals on the surface, but in fact you are giving the government a face. Those who suffer are now eaten by this."

When Uncle Tang said this, he couldn't help laughing. He looked confident after taking office and wanted to make a bloody storm in the Golden Triangle: "Now our family is also a distributor of the private salt business in Beijing. Humph, with the uncle's mansion as a backer, it's not beautiful to all of them. Let's look at your Grandpa Tang's methods."
To be continued...