The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

Looking at the letter from Xu Shaoweng, Zheng Ping was very sad, "I didn't expect that we just met again and we had to say goodbye, oh..."

The letter stated that Xu Shaoweng left in a hurry due to official business, so he wrote to inform him before saying goodbye in person.Because the place I went to was poor and poor, 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 was extremely regretful.

"Aniang, we will meet again in the future." Yunyan pretended to be so serious, as if Xu Shaoweng really left because of business, "Although brother Ah Shao is gone, it reminds me, you If interested, we can look for old friends who have lost contact with Salesian Village."

Zheng Ping laughed and said: "It's been so many years, and the children who were adopted back then won't keep their addresses, so where can they find them?"

"Many children were able to remember things back then, and now they have grown up, and they will no longer be restricted by their adoptive parents from looking for their former partners," Yun Yan replied, "And those people who worked with you in the past , I can post a missing person notice in the "Tokyo Daily."

Zheng Ping hesitated and said, "This...is it possible?"

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

Yun Yan is different. He grew up in the era of information explosion, and he is still engaged in the media industry, so he is very familiar with various application methods.

"Why not? We spend money, and the Tokyo Daily doesn't care what we publish? As long as we don't break the law." Yun Yanhui immediately took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, picked up the pen and wrote, and read while writing, "Look for, The relatives in the Salesian Village run by Hu Shanren in Qili Township..."

Did Xu Shaoweng still expect that Zheng Ping would be affected?Die, Zheng Ping had raised too many children back then, one Xu Shaoweng was gone, Yun Yan could get back ten more.No matter how deep the relationship between Xu Shaoweng and Zheng Ping is, they may not be equal to one hundred.

Zheng Ping was a little excited, the advertising fee of "Tokyo Daily" is getting more and more expensive now, but she has no objection to Yun Yanhui spending so much money.

These years, Zheng Ping has been brainwashed by Yun Yanhui, spending money is the motivation to make money.And in these years, their family has indeed spent more money and earned more, and even friends and partners have also earned more and more.

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

At that time, they were dismissed in a hurry, and many people gradually lost contact with each other. Zheng Ping still concealed her clan at that time, and lived in Daxiangguo Temple for many years, let alone reunion.

Now that Yunyan said that there was a chance to get it back, Zheng Ping was naturally overjoyed.

Yun Yan went back to brush up and finished writing, and dried the ink, "Send it to the "Tokyo Daily" and ask them to polish it again before sending it out."

Recently, because of the publication of public service advertisements, the imperial court paid for it, and the scope of the "Tokyo Daily" has been distributed to a wider range, and it has been spread in other places, and now it can reach many places.

At this time, Fu Yunfeng came back.

He saw what Yun Yan was writing, and asked casually, "What did Brother Yan write?"

"A missing person notice." Overjoyed, Zheng Ping explained this to Fu Yunfeng.

When Fu Yunfeng heard this, he sat next to Yunyan with great interest, "When I was practicing martial arts, I had a good brother who was born and died. Later, his family moved, and we gradually lost contact. According to you, I If a piece of news is published in the "Tokyo Daily", there is hope for him to see it?"

"Theoretically speaking, there is some hope. Write down the person's image and information, even if he cannot see it himself, he may see it with people he knows." Yun Yan replied, "Our "Tokyo Daily" is now The influence is quite large, if you think about it, people abroad will watch it..."

Fu Yunfeng couldn't listen to the theory behind him, sat up a little, and said with great interest: "Then help me write a missing person notice, by the way, since I can find people, can I still find things?"

Fu Yunfeng is quite capable of drawing inferences from one example.

Yun Yan nodded back, "Yes." "Tokyo Daily" is expensive for advertising, so it's probably the only way they play.

Fu Yunfeng: "Ah, when I was young, I once ate a kind of rice cake near my home. It was very delicious, but then the peddler stopped coming. I don't remember the signboard, and there seems to be no signboard. I only remember that the peddler's surname is Fan. It's been years, and I haven't found it again..."

Yun Yan replied: "..."

Zheng Ping: "..."

Seeing that Fu Yunfeng really missed Fan's Rice Cake, Yun Yanhui wrote a missing item notice for him.

Seeing that Zheng Ping's attention had been diverted, Yun Yan returned triumphantly. That afternoon, she strolled to the "Tokyo Daily" and handed them an advertisement, and asked them to order it in the front row so that it could be published as soon as possible.

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

When the people next to him heard this, they wanted to know what Yun Yanhui was up to again, and they all poked their heads to look, but they almost vomited in the end.

"What? Looking for childhood food?"

"Fan's rice cake... what a delicacy it is."

"Isn't it just street food? This should also be published in the newspaper?"

For the editors, their newspaper is relatively high-ranking, and it feels strange to publish such a boring announcement.

Someone shook his head and said, "Mr. Yun is supporting us. You see, he also published newspapers on people's birthday..."

"That's right, maybe this will be of great use in the future?"

At this time, the first editor turned to the missing persons notice, and Yun Yan added some descriptions of Zheng Ping in it, very sincerely, after asking the editor to read it, he had a different feeling in an instant.

They still don't quite understand the feeling of looking for a childhood delicacy, but in this era of difficult communication and inconvenient transportation, who doesn't have a few lost relatives and friends.It was a bit hazy at first, but it became clear in no time.

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

But it’s okay to post it on the newspaper, and this is what people in almost every state capital can see.This idea is rather novel.In a blink of an eye, the words of the previous editor were confirmed.

Compared with advertisements, this kind of announcement is a more private function, but its influence, if exerted, will definitely not be inferior to commercial advertisements in this era.

Yun Yanhui seldom participates in the operation of the "Tokyo Daily" now, and hopes that they will develop on their own, but now that he uses the "Tokyo Daily" behavior, everyone can quickly discover its role and potential, which also shows that they are becoming more and more proficient.

After handing in the manuscript and the money, Yunyan waved his sleeves back, not taking away a single cloud, nor leaving a word of discussion.

……

A few days later, the "Tokyo Daily" published three notices, which aroused many heated discussions.

It's not how touching the content is, but that many people think of their relatives and friends.If it costs a sum of money to be able to get in touch again, many people are still willing.

So, all of a sudden, it was originally Yunyan's behavior of comforting 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 the method of finding people in the newspaper is effective.

The editors of "Tokyo Daily" couldn't laugh or cry. The announcement was published according to the advertisement, and it was not news. They still need to track the results?

However, with more and more reactions, they realized its role again, so they would naturally send reporters to follow the news.

Yunyan came home, and on this day, a strange guest was ushered in.

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

Yun Yan replied: "Are you...?"

Seeing Yunyan coming back, this person wiped off his sweat, and said in a low voice, "Excuse me, is this Fu Yunfeng's home?"

"That's right," Yun Yan replied happily, "You are Uncle Fu's old friend?"

The other party shook his head, "No."

Yunyan was stunned for a moment, almost vomiting blood.

Feelings, the first thing I found was... rice cakes?

"Then are you...the descendant 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 family's ancestors sold rice cakes for three generations and never had a name, but his surname is Fan, and it makes sense to be called Fan's Rice Cake—I came here after reading the notice in the "Tokyo Daily" .”

"Please come in and talk!" Yun Yan was overjoyed and invited the man in.

To follow up and report this news, "Tokyo Daily" sent Li Zeyun, who is quite familiar with Yun Yanhui, to live in his house for the past few days, in order to witness 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 the successor of rice cake had arrived, he scratched his head and was a little disappointed.

He was looking for results. Although half of this is also a search, he always felt that such news was not touching enough. He wanted to eat something... So Li Zeyun just sat on the sidelines and listened casually.

Fu Yunfeng was still in the martial arts gym, and after hearing someone's message, he rushed back immediately, very excited.

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

"Sorry, I'm two days late. In fact, we saw the missing item notice two days earlier." Fan Ming took out a cloth bag from his bag, and opened it, revealing a pale yellow, unremarkable inside. rice cakes.

"A Weng set up a stall selling rice cakes to support a family of four. However, neither my father nor uncle inherited the family's 'business', but worked as a clerk outside. Because of years of hard work, A Weng stopped working when he was in his 50s. It's set up."

Fan Ming glanced at Fu Yunfeng, "Ah Weng is over ninety years old, and he often talks about selling rice cakes with his family since he was a child. Ah Weng's A Weng is a rice cake seller. He often regrets that he only set up a stall until fifty It’s just that it’s 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 Ah Weng, Ah Weng was very happy. He dug out the old guy, prepared it himself, and made a rice cake. He wanted to come here in person, but it was inconvenient to travel, so After the rice cakes were baked, I sent them on the road, and sent a message to the old customers on his behalf: Thank you for always remembering my rice cakes."

After Fan Ming finished speaking, Fu Yunfeng couldn't help crying like rain.

The people present were all moved.When I first heard it, I didn't think it was very surprising. Fan Ming was not good at words, and the words he said were very plain. He didn't even have a sentence to describe how A Weng was in emotion, and how he struggled to make this rice cake with his old body.

However, it is such a plain and straightforward narration, which makes everyone inexplicably moved. Although they haven't heard it, they still feel that Fan Weng's words are in their ears, and there is that innocent heart that makes people see the extraordinary in the ordinary.

Fu Yunfeng didn't expect that Fan's Rice Cake had no heirs, and it wasn't particularly famous, so it's no wonder he never found it again.

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

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

At this moment, Fu Yunfeng couldn't help but choked up and said: "Thank you... Lingzu, please trouble him, old man."

"It's okay, my father-in-law is very happy. After you eat it, the taste is still the same as before, right? My family ancestor has always been worried that the taste will be different when he is old." 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, and was startled when she turned her head to see Li Zeyun also teary.

Li Zeyun turned his head and glanced at Yunyan: "Woo... sir, why am I so moved?"

"Stupid boy," Yun Yan patted Li Zeyun's head back, talking nonsense kindly, "Because food is the most touching thing in the world."