The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

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 a day comparable to traditional carnival festivals such as Qixi Festival and Lantern Festival. They bring back countless good, delicious memories.

But 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 and explained the meaning of the food festival to the abbot, and explained what the food festival should do, how to recruit contestants, including the international friend Fanbang Chef, and imagined the grand occasion of the food festival.

"Calm down, Brother Yan," the abbot said suspiciously, "Did you want to make this festival a long time ago, so that you can take the opportunity to eat?"

Yun Yan replied: "..."

Yun Yan replied: "Abbot, how can you doubt my character?"

The abbot was ashamed, it was because Yunyanhui had put too much effort into food on weekdays, he vaguely remembered hearing that a large part of Yunyanhui's money was used to improve his diet.

How many families with better conditions than Yunyan's back home are reluctant to eat refined grains and fine noodles, but his family eats it every day, every meal, especially after he started to be in charge of the economy, he pursues quality even more.

Abbot: "Because I think you make money just to eat better." And now he proposes an idea that can make money and eat good food, isn't it doubtful?Almost everything is for eating, for eating everything.

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

"..." Yunyan replied, "I am speechless."

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

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

If the cultivation of crocodile fish belongs to the gray area, it would be too blatant to hold a food festival by itself, which must include meat...

Yunyan laughed twice, "This food festival will not be called Daxiangguo Temple International Food Festival in the end, but an international food festival held in Daxiangguo Temple sponsored by a certain merchant, and this merchant, You can ask us to help contact the store you know to settle in. The most important thing is that when we publicize to the outside world, we will put the name of the store first, so we need to charge a certain fee to advertise it widely.”

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

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

The abbot nodded again and again, "Wouldn't it be better if this business was in the catering industry?"

"That's the reason, the abbot is wise. This is the first time, and maybe only part of the cost can be recovered through advertising. If it is successful, we will do it again in the future, and we may earn all the expenses before it is done! "Yun Yan went back and chirped and croaked and talked about Zhan Wang, which made the abbot very happy.

Abbot: "It's just that this matter is of great importance...I'm afraid I can't leave it to you alone."

To hold a brand new festival, if Yun Yan Hui is just handed over to a child, it will inevitably be discussed, not to mention that Yun Yan Hui may not be able to control it alone.Although there are quite a few cases of Yunyan being able to prove her abilities so far, she hasn't played so much in the past few times.

Yun Yan 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," Yunyan replied, "You trust me so much, you don't need to discuss with other people anymore? Just started thinking about who will host it?"

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

However, the abbot suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have any doubt that Yun Yanhui's plan would be opposed by everyone, but he couldn't pass it, so he accepted the plan in a few words, and jumped to who should help Yun Yanhui hold the festival together.

"Ahem... Although we have your past achievements, we trust you very much... But, this, we still can't be complacent..." The abbot explained the mentality problem to Yunyan in embarrassment, and then explained that he needs to call some capable The monks helped him.

"How about this, abbot, I will draw some monks from various courtyards to form a food festival, the festival will be organized, and the prime minister's food festival will be organized. There will also be a lot of monks in the establishment, and I will even set up a publicity group. The preaching monk will definitely come in." Yun Yanhui is used to staying in modern times, and is used to various well-organized management methods, "This organization is temporary, and it will be disbanded on the spot after the food festival is over."

"Yes!" The abbot readily agreed. It is indeed much more convenient to arrange this way, and because it is a temporary organization, it does not require everyone to study for a long time whether it is reasonable to establish a new organization.

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Therefore, Yun Yanhui, the newly appointed chief planner of the food festival, found a group of people from the whole temple and put them in the festival office.For Yunyan, when she came back, she was only allowed to succeed and not to fail.

Fortunately, Daxiangguo Temple has held five temple fairs every month for many years. Among other things, the monks in the temple have a lot of experience in organizing large-scale events, and some are capable.

In this way, he first pulled up a planning team, gathered the brainpower of everyone, 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 is written, tasks are assigned according to the plan, and each group does the work of each group in an orderly manner, busy but not chaotic.

Yunyan responded that the monks under his command flew all over the city, talking about title sponsorship, looking for food to settle in, including a considerable part of the foreign people, because it is an "international" food festival.This is the characteristic of Bianliang. Hu business exchanges, a food festival held in an international capital city, if it is not international enough, it is not that it is not grand enough.

Yun Yanhui felt quite comfortable, working as an employee in a well-capitalized state-owned enterprise like Daxiangguo Temple, although there is no staff, but the salary is good, the boss trusts him, he gives money to people for any big projects he plans, and occasionally he can make some money The boss of the extra money is also full of support, it is really touching, isn't it?

Under such circumstances, Yun Yan could rest for a while, stay at home pretty, and let Zheng Ping give him a beauty treatment.

Some time ago, because of the problem of whitening, I registered with Liaoran, prescribed some medicines, and bought facial cleansing medicine and facial ointment.In the end, Xiaobao took his heart. After all, his brother was indeed cheated a lot, and he only raised a little bit.

So Xiaobao went to study with Liaoran again, how to enhance the whitening effect, and finally they researched a cream mask...

Put it on the face for a while and then wash it off. The effect was obvious at that time, and it can be consolidated and strengthened after long-term use.

After Zheng Ping got it, she tried it on herself first, and then she couldn't put it down, and when Yun Yan came back from vacation, she forced him to smear her face.

Yunyan replied that it was Xiaobao and Liaoran who made it together, and almost fell down on the spot, "Why do you look like you have time-traveled..."

Yun Yanhui, who was muttering softly, was smeared with a light green "mask" by Zheng Ping, and then Zheng Ping, Shuang Yi, and Xiao Bao also smeared each other, and the family of four lay on the balcony with their eyes closed and rested.

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

Yunyan thought back, ah, today should be another rest day...

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

The four of them supported the floor and sat up one after another, "Xiao Ling is here..."

As soon as the words were finished, Zheng Ling was so frightened by their faces that he backed away again and again, and was almost tripped by a stone and sat on the ground, "Why did I turn my face green? What is this? It's sticky."

Yunyan replied: "Master and Xiaobao have researched it, and external application can make us white. According to A Niang, I especially need this recently."

"Then you can't apply it in broad daylight, it scares me to death." Zheng Ling stepped forward with lingering fear, and looked it over carefully.

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

"That's right..." Zheng Ling thought about it. If the candles were lit at night, his face would turn green. If he met outsiders, it would be easier to scare them to death.

"Give me a hand, I should go wash my face." Yun Yan stretched out her hand back, asking Zheng Ling to drag him up, and then went to the well to wash his face.

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

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

Zheng Ling cupped his 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..."

Yun Yan 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 puzzled, my father often asks me whether I'm his real son." Zheng Ling laughed dryly, "I think it may be that Grandpa and Daddy have used up our family's talents..."

Yun Yan replied seriously: "Xiao Ling, it's fine if you don't study, but you should always think about what to do in the future, right?"

It was rare for Yunyan to talk about this kind of thing so seriously, and Zheng Ling had no choice but to be serious, and said in embarrassment: "My father wants to ask me to become an official, but I think it will be very painful at my level. In fact, I myself, I prefer to draw…”

Yun Yan was taken aback for a moment, "You can still paint?"

Zheng Ling said in a low voice: "Actually, I drew many patterns of tapestry and embroidery for your mother... It's just that my father doesn't like it, so I draw less now."

Yun Yan came back and suddenly realized that Zheng Ling just didn't inherit his father's literary talents, but inherited his artistic talents.

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 fascinated by Zheng Ping's side, you can see Zheng Ling's grandmother's small objects. It's good, and like this is usually done by yourself.

Since Zheng Ling was able to draw embroidery samples for such a great embroidery master, his strength would definitely not be weak.

Yun Yan patted Zheng Ling's shoulder back, "360 lines, you can be the number one scholar, your father is not happy now, but if you become some kind of saint in the painting, the king of the painting, how can he not?" Are you happy?"

Zheng Ling: "..."

Zheng Ling complained: "This is too slim."

"Hmm... okay," Yun Yan said while looking back at him, "Then the scholar in the painting...? The magistrate...? The village chief is so worthless, right?"

Zheng Ling: "..."