I am really embarrassed. College classmates are going to Xinjiang. I held a table and saw off banquet yesterday. I didn’t even participate in the follow-up activities and came back to write. However, after drinking some wine, I was afraid that the Internet would be disconnected and I was in a hurry to post it without revisions. I didn’t have time to check it. The next paragraph should be today.

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In a slightly higher wing room in the side courtyard of Donghua Temple, an old man with frosty temples was sitting by the window. A glass of hot sake in his hand had cooled down. He seemed to have been watching the window for a long time. At this time, he turned around and told his servants to change the wine, looked at the opposite side of the low table, and let out a gentle breath.

"What a cruel young man."

"I drank with Chen Xishan yesterday. I heard that his family's 'Dongfeng bloomed thousands of flowers and trees at night' was coming to Donghua Temple today. I originally wanted to call you to see you later. Before you saw it, you would make him a blue sky for him, haha." Xu Ke ate a big bite of the dish with some gloating pleasure, and looked at the person sitting opposite him with a smile. The implication was that the other party was Fan Zhongyan, who was judging the military affairs in Hangzhou.

Fan Zhongyan shook his head and smiled bitterly, took the hot wine that his servant had replaced and took a sip, "This is not simple, the Nanfeng Lane family is probably in a bit of trouble..."

"Hmph, Zheng Ping was just a member of the Ministry of Pinhai, so he instigated his family to invade the land. He heard that the Zheng family had more than 10,000 mu of land. What kind of convention would it be if this continues? According to my opinion, you should come forward to take care of it." Xu Ke looked at Fan Zhongyan with a little dissatisfaction. (The "History of the Song Dynasty: Biography of Lu Chong" recorded Zheng Ping, a member of the Ministry of Pinhai, "The property was occupied and there were more than 700 hectares of land.")

The land annexation in the Song Dynasty was quite serious, and it became more and more intense during the Zhenzong and Renzong periods. Most of the officials, nobles and ministers occupied more than a thousand hectares of land. In the later years of Renzong, "the powerful officials and rich surnames occupied unlimited land, and the annexation was a habit of custom, and no one could stop it." Finally, "the rich had a land that could be seen in hope, and the poor had no land that was outstanding."

Some people think that the Song Dynasty was a "paragraph" in feudal society, but it is not entirely true that Song was rich in the world, but "paragraph" only applies to the privileged class at one time, and does not include the lower class people. The clues can be seen from the fact that there were more than 400 peasant uprisings in the Song Dynasty.

Xu Ke proposed to Fan Zhongyan to "manage one", so naturally it would not be targeting the Zheng family.

Fan Zhongyan, who had experienced the failure of the "Qingli New Deal", knew the weight of this sentence. He silently took a sip of hot wine and looked through the window to the crowd gradually dissipating below. The clear and thin face had traces of time like gullies, but his turbid and dim old eyes could still make people feel a sharp breath.

Xu Ke's eyes remained calm on his face.

The cold wind in the twelfth lunar month made a slight whimper under the eaves, and an unknown big bird was howling coldly on a dead tree not far away.

After a while, Fan Zhongyan turned his head back, shook his head and sighed: "The branches are easy to cut, but the roots are hard to break."

Xu Ke still didn't move, stared at his head and said, "Duke Xiwen knows the harvest last year?"

"Hmm? I can't remember the specific one. It seems that it is not a good year." Fan Zhongyan stopped the wine glass in his hand, not knowing what he wanted to say.

"I wonder if it's snowing until last winter?"

Fan Zhongyan's eyes stagnated, and he suddenly sat upright, and said in surprise: "What is the meaning of Mingdao? Is this year a wasteland?"

"I'm not sure if it's a wasteland year. You have been in Hangzhou for a short time and don't know the people's sentiments. The Zheng family can spend no amount of land. How could there be few other wealthy families? There are almost no land in the city for dozens of miles outside the city!"

Xu Ke deliberately exaggerated this sentence. The price of fields outside Hangzhou is extremely high, and one acre of good land can even be sold for dozens of stagnant. It is indeed mostly in the hands of wealthy families, but it is not enough to say that it is a range of dozens of miles.

Although Fan Zhongyan has excellent personal morality, he is equally skillful in human relations. No one who can be a nerd in the past will be a nerd. How could he not know what Xu Ke meant? He smiled and said, "I am from Huang You in the first year. Ming Dao, don't use the words of the Zongheng family to criticize me. If this is true, why don't you go to the book and learn from the first ingredient?"

When Xu Ke saw that the other party was told, his old face turned slightly red, and continued to say, "Although there is no absolute, half of them are there. Western Zhejiang has not seen a good harvest in recent years. It is easy for people with land to say that with this momentum, what should people with land do if they encounter hungry again? Then can they close their positions and eat and live?"

Fan Zhongyan frowned and called the servants who were waiting beside him: "Go and check how much there is in Changping's position, don't look at the accounts, check them privately."

He also knew the "constant unfairness" of the frequent closing of positions in various places. However, after all, this is still a business in the official business. It is also the norm in the world if someone takes some money away. He is old and has no intention of making any moves, but after Xu Ke's words, he was also a little worried and he always had to make a decision.

Seeing that he could not persuade him to pry and pry him into the occupied people's fields, Xu Ke sighed secretly. Fan Xiwen was old and seemed to have no aura of the past. However, seeing that he was still concerned about people's lives and death, he stopped and changed the topic slightly when he saw that he was better.

"Not to say this," Xu Ke raised his wine and toasted him, "Has Duke Xiwen tried Tokyo's stir-fry?"

"I ate twice when I was a counselor in charge of the government affairs. At that time, I was worried that I would lose my frugality after getting used to the delicious food, so I never went there again."

"Hehe, the cooking in Tokyo is very expensive. I have tried it a few times back then. It's really not interesting. However, there is the cooking in Hangzhou that is expensive, and the taste is even better than that in Tokyo. Can Duke Xiwen choose a day to try it together?"

"Is there such a good thing? Mingdao, don't come to fool me again. This cooking is said to be a secret that famous chefs in Kaifeng City are not passed down. Even the seventy-two main stores are competing for employment. Could anyone let the prosperous capital come to Hangzhou to make a living? So what if it is 'fried cooking that costs money'?"

Xu Ke smiled, deliberately ate two bites of food to cheer up his appetite, and said mysteriously: "This person was born in Hangzhou and grew up in Hangzhou, and he has never left the 300-mile territory of Hangzhou."

"Who did you learn that?"

"I don't do anything about the kitchen, nor have I tasted cooking, I just learned the truth through rumors."

"Oh? This is interesting. I don't know who the surname is?" Although Fan Zhongyan was not very familiar with the matter of the Ku Ding, he became curious at this time.

"It's the cock-fighting dogs that have been running away for more than ten years. The day before yesterday, there was a poem about 'The east wind blooming thousands of flowers and trees at night', and today, there is a poem about Chen Yue and Chen Shangwen who 'I once thought of being passionate and damaging the Brahmacharya'."

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Why do some people go to bed after drinking? I can’t fall asleep after drinking. Last night, I went to bed until four or five o’clock (don’t misunderstand...) before falling asleep. I woke up a little dizzy today.

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