The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty Chapter 244: Looking around

Zheng Ping looked at the letter written by Xu Shaoweng and was very sad, "I didn't expect that we just met again, and we have to part, alas..."

The letter says that Xu Shaoweng left in a hurry due to official business and did not have time to say goodbye in person, so he wrote to inform him. Because the place to go is poor mountains and bad waters, and I don't know if we can still communicate in the future, please take care of Zheng Ping's family.

"I didn't have time to say goodbye in person." Zheng Ping regretted it.

"Auntie, we will meet you in the future." Yun Yan pretended to be like that, as if Xu Shaoweng was really leaving for business, "Although brother Ashao is gone, I reminded you. Me, if you are interested, we can look for the lost old friend of Salesianzhuang."

Zheng Ping laughed and said, "So many years have passed, and the adopted children will not keep their addresses. Where can they find them."

“Many children in those days were able to remember things, and now, they are all grown up, and they will no longer be restricted by their adoptive parents from looking for their former partners,” Yun Yan replied, “And I used to work with you in the past. I can put a missing person notice in the Tokyo Daily News.”

Zheng Ping hesitantly said, "Is this possible?"

Newspapers are still new at this time, and many people have not yet realized the difference between them and Dibao, and have not developed many new functions.

Yun Yanhui is different. He grew up in the era of information explosion, and he is still engaged in the media industry, so he cannot be more familiar with various application methods.

"Why not, we spend money, and the Tokyo Daily still cares what we publish? As long as we don't break the law, that's fine." Yun Yanhui immediately took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and started writing while writing, reciting while writing, "Looking for the relatives in the Kindergarten run by Hu Shanren in Qili Township..."

Does Xu Shaoweng expect Zheng Ping to be affected? Let's die. Zheng Ping raised too many children in those days. After Xu Shaoweng left, Yun Yan could find ten. No matter how deep the relationship between Xu Shaoweng and Zheng Ping is, it is unlikely that they will be equal to one hundred.

Zheng Ping was a little excited. The advertising costs of Tokyo Daily are getting more and more expensive, but she has no opinion on Yun Yanhui spending so much.

In recent years, Ping Zheng has been brainwashed by Yun Yanhui, and spending money is the motivation to make money. And over the years, the more their family spends, the more they earn, and even their friends and partners earn more and more.

Although her life in Salesian Village was hard, at that time, Zheng Ping spent every day thinking about her husband who had never heard of her. It was the colleagues and children of Salesian Village that made her less miserable.

At that time, they were disbanded in a hurry, and many people gradually lost contact. At that time, Zheng Ping still concealed her clan, and she lived in Daxiangguo Temple for many years, and she never met again.

Now that Yunyan said that there is a chance to get it back, Zheng Ping is naturally very happy.

After Yun Yan finished writing, she dried the ink, "Send it back to the "Tokyo Daily", ask them to polish it again, and then send it out."

Recently, because of the publication of public service advertisements, the imperial court has paid for it, and the "Tokyo Daily" has a wider range of copies, and it is spread in other places. Now it can radiate to many places.

At this time, Fu Yunfeng came back.

When he saw what Yun Yanhui was writing, he casually asked, "What did Brother Yan write?"

"A notice of missing persons." Zheng Ping was overjoyed and explained this to Fu Yunfeng.

When Fu Yunfeng heard this, he sat next to Yun Yanhui with great interest, "When I was practicing martial arts, there was a good brother who was born and died. Later, his family moved, and we gradually lost contact. Said, if I publish a message in the "Tokyo Daily", there is also hope that he will see it?"

"Accordingly speaking, there is some hope. If the image and information of this person are written, even if he can't see it himself, it is possible for him to know people." Yun Yan explained back, "We "Tokyo" "Daily" is very influential now, think about it, people abroad read it..."

Fu Yunfeng couldn't hear the theory behind him. He sat down a little and said cheerfully, "Then help me write a notice of missing people. By the way, since you can find people, can you still find things?"

Fu Yunfeng is quite able to draw inferences from others.

Yunyan nodded back, "Yeah." "Tokyo Daily" advertising is expensive, and it is estimated that their family plays like this.

Fu Yunfeng: "Ah, I used to eat a kind of rice cake near my home when I was a child, it was very delicious, but then the hawker stopped coming, I don't remember the signboard, it doesn't seem to have a signboard, I only remember the hawker's name as Fan , for decades, never found again..."

Yunyan replied: "..."

Zheng Ping: "..."

For the sake of Fu Yunfeng's fondness for Fan's rice cake, Yun Yanhui still wrote a notice for him.

Seeing that Zheng Ping's attention was diverted, Yun Yan returned triumphantly. In the afternoon, she strolled to the "Tokyo Daily", handed them an advertisement, and asked them to go to the front row and send it out as soon as possible. .

The editor of the "Tokyo Daily" wanted to see the poster looking for rice cakes, and almost spit it out, "Sir, do you spend it like this when you have money?"

As soon as the people next to her heard it, they wanted to know what the **** Yun Yanhui was up to.

"What? Looking for childhood treats?"

"Fan's Rice Cake...what a delicacy."

"Isn't it just street food? This is also in the newspaper?"

For the editors, their newspapers are still relatively tall, and it feels strange to publish such a boring announcement.

Someone shook his head and said, "Mr. Yun is supporting us. You see, he was also in the newspaper for his birthday..."

"That is, maybe this will be of great use in the future?"

At this time, the editor at the beginning turned to the missing person notice at the back, and Yun Yanhui added some descriptions of Zheng Ping in it, which was very sincere. After asking the editor to read it, he immediately felt a different feeling. .

They still don't quite understand the feeling of finding a childhood food, but in this era of communication difficulties and inconvenient transportation, who has few relatives and friends who have lost contact. At first, the idea was a little hazy, but all of a sudden it became clear.

If you lose something, you can still post notices all over the city. If you lose contact, can you post notices all over the country?

But it's okay to post it in the newspaper, which is also seen by almost every state capital. This idea is rather novel. In a blink of an eye, the words of the previous editor were confirmed.

Compared with advertising, this kind of notice is a more personal role, but its influence, if exerted, is absolutely no less than commercial advertising in this era.

Yun Yanhui seldom participates in the operation of the "Tokyo Daily" now, and hopes that they will develop by themselves, but now that he uses the "Tokyo Daily" behavior, everyone can quickly discover the role and potential, which also shows that they are getting more and more Skilled.

As soon as the manuscript and the money were handed in, Yunyan waved her sleeves back, without taking away a cloud or leaving a word of discussion.

……

A few days later, the "Tokyo Daily" published three notices, which caused a lot of heated discussions.

It's not how touching the content is, but how many people think of their family and friends. If you spend a lot of money and can reconnect, many people are still willing.

So, for a while, it was Yun Yan's behavior to comfort his mother. Many people began to stare at the results, and even wrote to the "Tokyo Daily", asking them to follow up the report and confirm whether this method of locating people in the newspaper is not. efficient.

The editors of the "Tokyo Daily" can't help laughing and laughing. The announcement was posted as an advertisement, not news. They still need to track the results?

However, with more and more responses, they realized its role, and naturally they would send reporters to follow this news.

Yunyan went home. On this day, she welcomed a strange guest.

Yun Yanhui left a contact address on the notice. Seeing a middle-aged man approaching him, he thought to himself, who is this? Could it be A Niang's colleague? But he seems to have no memory of this person.

Yunyan replied: "Are you...?"

This man wiped his sweat when he saw Yunyan returning, and said slyly, "Is this Fu Yunfeng's house?"

"That's right," Yun Yan said happily, "Are you Uncle Fu's old friend?"

The other party shook his head, "No."

Yunyan froze for a moment, almost vomiting blood.

The first thing I found was... rice cakes?

"Then you are the... successor of Fan's Rice Cake?" According to his age, this person should not be the owner of Fan's Rice Cake, Yun Yan asked politely.

The man nodded, "That's right, my ancestors sold rice cakes for three generations and never had a name, but his surname is Fan, and it makes sense to call him Fan's rice cakes—I saw the notice in the Tokyo Daily News. from here.”

"Please come in and talk!" Yun Yan responded with joy and invited the man in.

Because it wanted to track and report this news, the Tokyo Daily dispatched Li Zeyun, who was familiar with Yun Yanhui, and stayed at his house for the past few days in preparation for witnessing the scene as soon as possible.

Li Zeyun came out happily when he heard that someone was looking for him, but when he heard that it was a successor of rice cakes, he scratched his head and was a little disappointed.

He wanted to find people. Although half of them belonged to people, he always felt that writing such news was not moving enough. For something to eat... So, Li Zeyun just sat on the side and listened casually.

Fu Yunfeng was still in the martial arts hall. After listening to the message, he rushed back immediately and was very excited.

The man called himself Fan Ming, and his grandfather, Fan Erlang, was a rice cake vendor near Fu Yunfeng's house.

"Sorry, I'm two days late, but we actually saw the search notice two days earlier." Fan Ming took out a cloth bag from his bag and opened it, revealing a yellowish, dull interior. Unusual rice cakes.

"A Weng set up a stall selling rice cakes to support a family of four. However, neither my father nor my uncle inherited the family's 'business', but worked as a buddy outside. Because of all the hard work, A Weng was in his fifties. There will be no more stalls.”

Fan Ming glanced at Fu Yunfeng, "A Weng is over 90 years old, and he often talks about selling rice cakes with his family since he was a child. A Weng's A Weng sells rice cakes. The old man often regrets that he is just a stall. At fifty, he is far inferior to his ancestors, and none of our descendants can make rice cakes.”

Hearing this, everyone lost their minds for a moment.

Fan Ming continued: "After we read the newspaper to A Weng, A Weng was very happy. He flipped the old guy out, prepared it himself, and made a rice cake. He wanted to come in person, but it was inconvenient. I was running around, so after the rice cake was out of the pot, I sent it on my way, and gave him a message for the old customer: Thank you for always remembering my rice cake."

After Fan Ming said this, Fu Yunfeng couldn't help but burst into tears.

Everyone in the room was unmoved. When I first heard it, I didn't think it was very strange. Fan Ming was not good at words, and his words were very bland. He didn't even have a word to describe how his Aon was feeling and how he made this rice cake with difficulty in his old age.

However, it is this kind of plain, plain and indifferent, but it makes everyone inexplicably moved. Even though I haven't heard it, I feel that Fan Weng's words are in their ears, and there is a pure heart that makes people see the extraordinary in the ordinary .

Fu Yunfeng didn't think that Fan's rice cake had no heir, and it was not particularly famous. No wonder he never found it again.

But Fu Yunfeng didn't even think that the uncle whose face was blurred in his memory was also sincerely grateful that someone was liking his food.

Fu Yunfeng picked up a piece of rice cake that had been cold, and the entrance had a natural sweet and glutinous fragrance. Although it was cold, it was still the sweet taste of childhood.

At this point, Fu Yunfeng couldn't help choking and said, "Thank you...Lingzu, I will trouble him."

"It's alright, my family is very happy. You eat it, and the taste is still the same as before, right? My ancestor has always been worried that when he is old, the taste will be different." Fan Ming asked.

Fu Yunfeng nodded vigorously, "It's still the same taste, fragrant and sweet!"

Seeing Fan Ming's relieved look, Yun Yanhui was also quite emotional. When she turned her head, she was shocked to see that Li Zeyun was also tearful.

Li Zeyun turned his head and glanced at Yunyan: "Wu... sir, why am I actually moved."

"Silly child," Yun Yan patted Li Zeyun's head back and said nonsense kindly, "because food is the most touching thing in the world."