The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty Chapter 42: All to eat, to eat all

After many years, the Daxiangguo Temple International Food Festival held every autumn has become an indispensable life for Bianliang people. In their minds, it is even comparable to traditional carnival festivals such as Qixi Festival and Lantern Festival. The days brought them countless beautiful and delicious memories.

The majority of Bianliang citizens never imagined that the original intention of this festival was just to promote a kind of fish.

Yunyan danced back to explain the meaning of the food festival to the abbot, and explained how to do the food festival, how to recruit participants, including international friends, Chef Fanbang, and imagined the grand occasion of the food festival.

"Calm down, Brother Yan," the abbot said suspiciously, "Have you been thinking about this festival for a long time, so that you can take the opportunity to eat."

Yunyan replied: "..."

Yunyan replied, "Abbot, how can you doubt my character?"

The abbot was ashamed. It was really Yun Yanhui who put a lot of effort into eating. He vaguely remembered that he mentioned that a large part of Yun Yanhui's money was spent on improving his diet.

There are many people with better conditions than Yunyan who go home, but they are reluctant to eat. Fine grains and fine noodles, but his family eats it every day, every day, especially after he started to take charge of the economy, he is even more the pursuit of quality.

Abbot: "Because I think you make money to eat better." And now he has come up with an idea of ​​making money and eating good food, isn't it doubtful? It's all about eating, just about eating everything.

To hold a festival, you have to taste the dishes beforehand, right? This alone is going to go to heaven!

"..." Yun Yan replied, "I am speechless."

The abbot touched his beard, "However, your idea is indeed good, but it's not good to openly call our Daxiangguo Temple's name?"

If this is done, it will indeed help Daxiangguo Temple to expand its influence and increase its income, and it is also very suitable for Hehuayu to launch on this. But, monks hold food festivals? It doesn't seem right.

If it is still a gray area for the cultivation of crocodiles, it would be too blatant to hold a food festival by itself, which must include meat...

Yunyan smiled back, "This food festival will not be called the Daxiangguo Temple International Food Festival in the end, but an international food festival sponsored by a certain businessman and held in the Daxiangguo Temple. And this merchant, you can ask us to help contact the store we know to settle in. The most important thing is that we will put the name of the merchant in the front when we publicize it externally, so we need to charge a certain fee for advertising it. "

In the eyes of the general public, this is just another form of temple fair. It is held in Daxiangguo Temple, but whether its content violates the teachings and has nothing to do with Daxiangguo Temple. In today's secular temples , is very common.

In this way, it can also take the opportunity to blur out the gray nature of the Hehua fish.

The abbot nodded again and again, "If this business is related to food, wouldn't it be better?"

"That's the reason, the abbot is wise. This is the first time, maybe only part of the cost can be recovered by advertising. If it is successful, we will do it in the future, and we may earn all the expenses before we do it. I'm back!" Yun Yan whispered again about Zhan Zhan, and the abbot was elated when he heard it.

Abbot: "It's just that this matter is very important... I'm afraid it can't be handed over to you alone."

If you want to hold a brand new festival, if you just hand it over to Yun Yanhui as a child, it will inevitably be discussed, not to mention that Yun Yanhui may not be able to control it alone. Although Yun Yanhui has been able to prove his ability a lot at present, he has not played so much in the past few times.

Yunyan replied in surprise: "What?"

Abbot: "Uh, think about it, you only have one person, if you want to hold such a large-scale festival..."

"No no, I mean," Yun Yan replied, "you just trust me so much that you don't have to discuss it with other people? Just start thinking about who will host it?"

Abbot: "..." Didn't you try so hard to convince me!

However, the abbot finally realized that he didn't seem to suspect that Yun Yanhui's plan would be opposed by everyone. He couldn't pass it. He accepted the plan in a few words and jumped to who should assist Yun Yanhui to hold the festival. .

"Cough cough...Although we have your past achievements, we are very trusting...but, this, still can't be complacent..." The abbot embarrassedly replied to Yunyan's mentality problem, and then explained that he needed to call Several capable monks helped him.

"Why don't you do it like this, Abbot, I will recruit some monks from various courtyards to form a food festival to organize various matters of the Prime Minister's Food Festival. There will also be many monks organized, and I will even set up propaganda. The group, the monks of the common people will definitely come in." Yun Yanhui is used to being in modern times, and is used to all kinds of well-organized management methods, "This organization is temporary, and it will be disbanded when the food festival is over."

"Yes!" The abbot agreed immediately. This is indeed much more convenient to arrange, and because it is a temporary organization, it does not require everyone to study for a long time whether it is reasonable to set up a new organization.

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So, Yun Yanhui, the newly appointed chief planner of the food festival, sought out a group of people in the whole temple and put them in the festival. For Yun Yanhui, it is only allowed to succeed and not to fail.

Fortunately, Daxiangguo Temple has held temple fairs five times a month for many years. Not to mention, the monks in the temple have a lot of experience in organizing large-scale events, and some are capable. many.

In this way, he first pulled up the planning team, gathered everyone's brainpower, wrote out the overall planning plan, discussed and revised it, and then handed it over to the abbot for review to see if there were any unreasonable things.

After the overall plan has been written, tasks will be assigned according to the plan. Each group will do the work of each group in an orderly manner without being busy.

The monks under Yun Yan returned to the city, talking about title sponsorship, and looking for food, including a considerable number of Fanbang people, because it was an "international" food festival. This is the characteristic of Bianliang. Hushang exchanges, a food festival held in an international capital city, if it is not international enough, it does not appear to be not enough atmosphere.

Yun Yanhui feels quite comfortable. Working as an employee in a state-owned enterprise with strong capital such as Daxiangguo Temple, although there is no staff, but the treatment is good, the boss trusts him, he will give money to people for any big project he plans, and occasionally he will pay for it. If you can get some extra cash, the boss also supports you. It's really touching, isn't it?

Under such circumstances, Yun Yan returned to herself and could rest for a while. She was quite corpse at home, and allowed Zheng Ping to give him beauty treatments.

Some time ago, because of the whitening problem, I signed up with Lingran, prescribed some medicine, and bought face wash and face cream. As a result, Xiaobao became interested. After all, his brother was indeed a lot darker, and he only raised a little bit.

So Xiaobao went to and understand to study how to enhance the whitening effect, and finally they developed a cream mask...

Apply it on the face for a while and then wash it off, the effect is obvious at that time, and it can be consolidated and strengthened with long-term use.

After Zheng Ping got it, she tried it first, and then she couldn't put it down. When Yunyan came back, she forced him to smear her face.

Yunyan asked back when Xiaobao and Liran made it together, and almost fell on the spot, "How can you make it look like you've traveled..."

Whispering in a low voice, Yun Yanhui was smeared by Zheng Ping with a light green "mask", and then Zheng Ping, Shuangyi, and Xiaobao also smeared each other. The family of four lay on the balcony with their eyes closed.

"Brother Yan!" Zheng Ling's voice came from afar.

Yunyan recalled, ah, today should be another day off...

"What are you doing?" Zheng Ling's voice approached.

The four people propped up the floor and sat up, "Xiao Ling is here..."

When the voice fell, Zheng Ling was so frightened by their faces that he backed away and was almost tripped over by Shi Zi'er and sat on the ground, "Why did you turn your face green, what is this, it's sticky."

Yunyan replied: "Master Ming and Xiaobao have researched that external application can make us white. According to my mother, I especially need this recently."

"Then you can't apply it in broad daylight either, it scares me to death." Zheng Ling stepped forward with lingering fears and took a closer look.

Yun Yan replied: "Wouldn't this be more scary if it was applied at night?"

"That's right..." Zheng Ling thought about it too. If a candle is lit at night, his face will be green. If he encounters outsiders, it is indeed easier to scare people to death.

"Give me a hand, it's time for me to wash my face." Yun Yan stretched out her hand and asked Zheng Ling to pull him up, then went to the well to wash her face.

Zheng Ling followed him step by step, "Brother Yan, you've been too busy recently, and I can't see you. I've been here several times, but you're not at home."

"I'm busy making money." Yun Yan replied lazily.

Zheng Ling held her face and said enviously, "Brother Yan, you are so kind, you can do whatever you like, I don't want to go to school at all..."

Yunyan laughed back and said, "What's wrong with you, your grandfather is still a Hanlin bachelor, doesn't he wonder why you don't have any talent in reading?"

"Of course I'm wondering, my father often said whether I was his own son." Zheng Linggan laughed twice, "I think it may be that my grandfather and father have used up our family's talents... "

Yun Yan replied seriously: "Xiao Ling, you can not study, but you should always think about what to do in the future, right?"

It is rare for Yun Yanhui to talk about this kind of thing so seriously, and Zheng Ling also had to be serious and said embarrassedly: "My father wants to call me a job, but I feel that at my level, it will be very painful. I myself, prefer to draw..."

Yunyan was taken aback for a moment, "Are you still painting?"

Zheng Ling said in a low voice, "Actually, I drew many of the kesi and embroidery patterns for my mother...but my father was not happy, so I don't draw much now."

Yun Yanhui suddenly realized, it seems that Zheng Ling just did not inherit his father's literary talent, but inherited his artistic skills.

You don't need to look at Yun Yanhui to know that Zheng Ling's paintings should be good. His grandmother's needlework is quite exquisite. Yun Yanhui has seen it once, and with his eyes beside Zheng Ping, you can see that Zheng Ling's grandmother The small objects are very good, and like this, they are usually made by themselves.

Since Zheng Ling can draw embroidery patterns for such an embroidery master, his strength will never be weak.

Yunyan patted Zheng Ling's shoulder back, "Three hundred and sixty lines, you will become the champion, your father is not happy now, but if you become the saint in the painting, the king in the painting, etc. Yes, can he still be happy?"

Zheng Ling: "..."

Zheng Ling complained: "This is too slim."

"Well... well," Yun Yan said while looking back at him, "Then the Shusheren in the painting...? The prefect...? Wouldn't the village chief be so unpromising?"

Zheng Ling: "..."