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one

With the sound of the gongs opening, a sedan chair came over, and pedestrians on the street flashed to both sides of the road.

Fang Yu looked at it and was completely uninterested. But Mu Ying stretched out her delicate neck and looked at the group of people curiously, saying, "Brother Yu, you said that this official is really majestic. There are so many people who have been clearing the way for him."

Fang Yu did not answer the conversation, and a thirty-year-old man next to him shook his head and said, "You don't know this guy. This is the new prime minister, Lord Ding. If this prime minister is not as powerful as this, wouldn't he lose the court's dignity?"

"Isn't this prime minister Lord Kou?" Mu Ying asked.

"Brother, are you talking about Kou Zhun? This is the old calendar of yesterday. He has been demoted to the Sihu in Leizhou. I guess he should leave the capital in the next two days." The man proudly showed off the rumor.

When Fang Yu heard this, he sighed slightly. During the 300th year of the Song Dynasty, most of the treacherous ministers were in power and loyalty and good people suffered. Kou Zhun's demotion would end in hatred until he was rehabilitated eleven years later.

Fang Yu felt a little depressed. The Song Dynasty was the weakest dynasty in Chinese history, while the northern races rose one after another during this period, and almost destroyed the inheritance of Chinese civilization with barbaric slavery. Some people said that the integration of ethnic groups must have been carried out in blood and fire. Some even accused Yue Fei and others of being sinners who obstructed the integration of ethnic groups and praised Qin Hui and others for their great contributions to this. Surrender is justified and the country is a meritorious. It was inevitable that Qin Hui's disciples and grandchildren were indispensable at any time. With hundreds of millions of heads, one day, someone would praise Hideki Tojo for his glorious dedication to the integration of ethnic groups in the world.??

Fang Yu was not a Han chauvinist. In his heart, he still recognized the methods of Shunzhi and Kangxi during the Qing Dynasty. The slave was a little bit slave. This was the true integration. Only the same culture would have the same idea, and it was by no means achieved by surrendering and traitoring the country.

Fang Yu looked at the sedan chair, and there was a treacherous minister sitting in the sedan chair, a treacherous minister who was not much treacherous than Qin Hui later. He did not do much bad things in history.

When the official sedan chair came, the pedestrians bowed their heads one after another, not daring to look straight. Fang Yu and Mu Ying, two people who did not bow their heads, were extremely eye-catching. The curtains on the sedan chair were lifted up, revealing the face of a middle-aged man, elegant and square, with a dignified appearance. Fang Yu thought about this person, probably Ding Wei, who was able to climb to the position of prime minister, and was able to climb to the position of prime minister.

The man glanced at Fang Yu and Mu Ying, then put down the curtain. The official sedan chair was away on the silent street for a while. Fang Yu looked at the crowd of pedestrians like clay sculptures. The early summer sun shone on his body, but Fang Yu felt a little chill and obeyed. In the era when the theory of family theory was becoming more and more prosperous, the Song people became numb and lost their blood. They carried forward their weak side more than any other era.

After the silence, the street seemed to suddenly come alive, with the crowds of people.

An old man looked at the direction of the official sedan chair and sighed slowly, but it seemed very clear on this crowded street. I don’t know whether it was to sigh Ding Wei’s gain or Kou Zhun’s loss of power.

Fang Yu's heart was turbulent, and he didn't know if he should do something for this era.

Fang Yu didn't know that history had changed unknowingly.

Mu Ying wouldn't know Fang Yu's sigh of history in his heart, and he pulled him to continue walking on the street.

two

Inside the Golden Wind and Drizzle Building.

Xie Yulou bent down and stood in front of an old man.

The old man said to Xie Yulou in a dissatisfied tone: "What are you doing? How can you let the young master make such a mess?"

"Young Master, he heard that the man opened a military academy, so he wanted to go and have a look." Xie Yulou explained in a humble voice.

"What's so good about it? Isn't it just a pig-killer with good martial arts? There are many such warriors in my clan. The war relies on the bravery of the warriors, not the trick of the Southern Barbarians." The old man glared at Xie Yulou with dissatisfaction.

Although Xie Yulou did not agree with the old man's words, he did not dare to argue, saying, "What the adults said is that the Southern Barbarians are extremely weak, and even if they are scheming, they are vulnerable. However, this Southern Barbarian is a little different. Not only is his martial arts very strange, he has magical gambling skills, but he also has very good literary talent. Even Yang Yanzhao sent his two sons to study with others. It is said that the Yang family gun is better than Yang Yanzhao. Please read this, this is a poem made by the man and the title."

Xie Yulou took out a painting, which was the one that Mu Ying lost. It turned out that the shopkeeper of Huazhai saw Fang Yu's painting skills at that time, so he sent a servant to follow Fang Yu and the others, wanting to know where Fang Yu lived. Unexpectedly, something happened at Fang Yu's house, and everyone left the house. The servant stole the painting and handed it over to the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper's handed it to Xie Yulou.

The old man didn't look at it and snorted coldly, "Since you know that this person is so powerful, why don't you remove him? A pig-killer will die if he dies. The Southern Barbarian Court will not investigate it in depth. If he waits for him to make a breakthrough, it will be difficult to kill."

"Sir, I know that this person has very high martial arts skills. The warriors in the clan are not his enemies in one move. The three southern barbarian priests invited by the building refused to join forces to deal with him, so they did not dare to take action at the next moment." Xie Yulou said with a down-eyed look, not like the hero who was seen by outsiders.

"Well, let me do this. In order to protect the young master, I brought over a hundred warriors from the clan to my clan. I can't let another Yang Yanzhao come out for my clan." A murderous intent flashed in the old man's eyes, but his voice was calm as if he was talking about killing a chicken.

Xie Yulou responded, but sneered in his heart. Isn’t a real martial arts master so easy to kill? Maybe a person’s martial arts is nothing on the battlefield of thousands of troops, but in small-scale fights, a master is not that easy to kill.

Xie Yulou didn't say anything, and when the old man gave no other instructions, he retreated.

The old man in the room looked at Xie Yulou's back as he left, sneered, and whispered: "Don't think that your family is powerful and you don't take me seriously. One day I will step on you under my feet."

three

Fang Yu's Song Dynasty Meat Coupon Factory was very low-key when it opened.

Fang Yu is not a businessman. If it weren't for the fact that later generations had seen too many people and things doing business all over the street, I'd be afraid that I wouldn't even be able to promote it. Now at least there are thousands of leaflets that work, so when it opened, it was beyond Fang Yu's expectations. There were many onlookers, and they all wanted to see what a meat-dished factory was.

What is a meat-in-law factory? Yang Yanzhao was very curious, and the Eighth Prince Zhao Defang was also very curious, so they all came to watch the fun with nothing. Others including Xie Dadang from Jinfeng Xiyu Building, Fenghuzi from Yankemen and Su Qianqian from Yinghua League.

The visitor was a guest. No matter how hard Fang Yu could not be a human being, Yang Qijin responded, and this scene always supported the past. Yang Qijin's big restaurant Jingwutang also made an advertisement, and made a book deal for the pig trotter hotpot that was on the horse. At least, in Yang Qijin's own heart, this was a loss. After the ribbon cutting of the so-called meat joint factory was completed, all the people who gave gifts were invited by Fang Yu to the Jingwutang Restaurant for a free pig trotter hotpot.

In early summer, when you eat hot pot, it has a unique flavor. The ancients did not have air conditioning, so everyone was sweating profusely. Even the eighth prince Zhao Defang didn't care about the prince's identity. He took off his robe and wiped the sweat with a white towel while gnawing on the pig's trotter, which was a squat that had a grudge against the pig's trotter.

After everyone finished the pig's trotter hotpot, everyone took a golden and seductive ham and a braised pig's head back.

Some of the people who came to congratulate him sincerely, while others had unique purpose, but no matter what, the pig's trotter hot pot, ham and braised pig's head were praised.

Just as everyone opened their doors to do business the next day, an imperial edict came to the door of the Dasong Meat Coupon Factory.

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