"Has Chen An really become an official?"

There were no officials living in Yulin Lane before. Since Chen An and his sister settled down here, they can be seen riding in and out every day.

Horses were short of supplies in the Song Dynasty. Apart from officials and official personnel, the people would not even think about it.

It was another three days and Chen An and Xichang walked into Yulin Lane together.

"Only the officials... said that the officials were afraid that they would not be able to catch up with the morning court, so they gave them a horse..."

"Then Chen An..."

"What did someone say a few days ago... By the way, I said that a young man named Chen became a close minister of the official family. Could it be Chen An?"

Wang Jian stood outside the door, with Azhu beside him. The two of them watched Chen An slowly coming on a horse.

The boy danced with chickens every day, and his body looked a little thin, but he was not weak, but was pulling a bar.

There was more calmness and calmness between his eyebrows, and his eyes swept over, but there was no emotion.

He actually ignored us?

Azhu remembered Chen An when she first moved in.

At that time, the brother and sister came here like they were fleeing, living in that small house, and closing the door without even light.

At that time, Azhu didn't even bother to be neighbors with such people, so she said badly.

Now the boy is wearing blue clothes, his spirit is flying, as if the morning sunshine, making people feel full of vitality.

"Stay Chen, the villain has brought mutton."

Chen An arrived at the doorstep when the butcher named Zhao Wudi rushed over with half of the sheep.

"Thanks a lot."

Chen An knew that this man was waiting for him to come to the yamen, just to get close to him. So he smiled slightly and said honestly to Zhuang who came out: "In the future, when Zhao Wudi sends her sheep, remember to quench his thirst with a bowl of tea."

Zhao Wudi smiled and said, "Handy Chen was joking, how could a villain afford Zhao Wudi!"

Chen An smiled at him and said, "I can afford it. Maybe one day I will take the bandit number to seize the one punch to conquer Bianliang."

"elder brother!"

"Why!"

Guoguo came out, Chen An left Yang Wudi and entered the house.

Yang Wudi and Zhuang honestly handed over the money, and then sighed: "It's so fresh and refined to get a bandit account. It's really omnipotent for those who can do anything!"

Most of the city figures in the Song Dynasty like to give themselves bandit numbers, such as Zhenguanxi, Zhao Wudi, etc., which make people know that they are a hero after hearing this.

If it were in the past, Wang Jian would definitely ridicule Chen An, saying that he was not allowed to be on the table, and it would be best to be with the ruffian.

But now he could only watch Yang Wudi hunched out with the money.

Azhu murmured: "They had nothing at the beginning, but why did they change in just a few months?"

Wang Jian was in a bad mood. When he heard these words, he couldn't help but get angry and shouted, "What do you know about women? Get in!"

Azhu was in a worse mood and subconsciously retorted: "I don't understand? You said confidently that you would teach noble children. Now that child runs to the next door every day. What about you? You sit at home every day and eat the whole country... Do you want to be shameless!"

Bang!

Wang Jian waved his slap, and then Azhu covered her face and cursed: "You have no conscience. If it weren't for my father's help, you wouldn't have the day you have today? Come! Come! Beat me to death, beat me to death and marry another..."

The gate of the Shen family was closed, blocking the noise outside and the peeking eyes of outsiders.

There was a sigh in the alley, and then the home family called her son, the west family called her daughter, and the smoke gradually rose...

The smoke from the Shen family also rose in vaguely, and Chen An was holding Guoguo and asking about the situation today.

“…I ate the porridge at noon, and there are… vegetables and meat…”

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

"Langjun, when buying rice and grain at home, the grain merchants were a little uncomfortable, but no one dared to raise prices randomly."

Chen An nodded and said, "From the future, Guoguo and I will eat two types, one is rice and the other is wheat flour. As for corn, you can buy it if you like it."

The Song Dynasty was bounded by the north and south, and the staple food in the north was corn and wheat flour, while the south was rice.

The so-called corn is millet. Chen An was not used to eating it. Guoguo was still young, so he gradually changed his habits.

Once a person gets used to a certain staple food, it is almost deeply rooted.

Zhuang honestly said with some confusion: "Mr. My husband, corn nourishes people!"

People in the north do not eat corn, which is almost as strange as Chinese people in the future do not eat rice and eat bread.

Chen An suddenly remembered something, and then said to Guoguo, who was still muttering to his brother who had not cooked delicious food for a long time: "Brother makes you something delicious."

"Okay, brother is the best."

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

Blanch the best fat meat and slice it.

"The corn is not enough, but just steam it for a while."

"Mix sugar in, some salt, and dried fruit..."

"Okay, put the fat slices in and don't squeeze them together!"

Later, the steam rose, and Guoguo was salivating and guarding the stove.

After steaming on high heat for an hour, this dish is done.

The yellow corn looked shiny and dried fruits were scattered among them, which was extremely tempting. There was a piece of fat meat below that nodded from the corn, and Chen An picked it up, and then put it into his mouth.

Soft, glutinous, melts in the mouth. It is mainly sweet, but with a hint of saltiness, it makes people even more concerned...

The corn sucks up oil and water, and the aroma of dried fruits is combined with the soft and fat meat, and the taste is...

The expression on Chen An's face seemed to be enjoying top-notch food. Guoguo could no longer hold it back, so she stretched out her chopsticks and searched in the bowl, and struggled to pull a piece of fat into the bowl.

"tasty!"

A bowl of alternative braised pork was eaten by the two siblings, but the other dishes were ignored.

After a little rest after dinner, the brother and sister began to take a walk in the yard.

"Brother, Huahua bullies Meimei today, Meimei is so pitiful..."

"Brother, Governor Zhou ran away in the morning and cried..."

As night gradually came, a lantern hung beside the main hall, and the light was dim.

Chen An listened to his sister's muttering and his heart gradually calmed down.

Recently, there have been more undercurrents in the court, and all undercurrents have pointed to Wen Yanbo.

It has been the prime minister for three years, but Wen Yanbo refused to leave the initiative, so naturally someone would let him leave.

Chen An didn't know if there was Fu Bi's incident here. If so, he felt that he would have to open one eye when he went to bed in the future.

"puff!"

Chen An happened to turn around with his sister, and suddenly something outside was thrown in, and it made a thud when it landed on the ground.

Chen An instantly picked up Guoguo and ran back. If he hadn't remembered that there was no explosive at this moment, he would have fallen.

"Mr. Go away and look at me!"

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

He always wanted to perform well, but opportunities often missed, which is a pity.

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

"Mr. Lang, it's a burden, it's so heavy... Could it be a copper coin?"

Chen An handed the fruit to Aunt Chen and took it to the backyard, and then walked over.
Chapter completed!