Syndicate Growth Manual

Zhao Yuan was also young when he was alive, and he had only been here for five years. The bustling scene in front of him made him dizzy, and his mood improved a lot.The square market is in the shape of "Hui", the streets are flat, there are drainage channels beside the road, and there are rows of shops on both sides, often with three or four storeys, there are teahouses and merchants' homes.There are those who come and go with Zen clothes, and there are also hard laborers who are shirtless and only wear short-nosed trousers.

"Would you like some snacks?" Zhao Chen asked his son with his head bowed while pinching his son's fat hand.

"Let's see!" Zhao Yuan became excited, dragging the lieutenant general forward.

There are a lot of food in the streets and alleys.For those who sell cakes, they share chicken and duck cakes, wheat cakes, marrow cakes, steamed cakes, soup cakes, and water-yin cakes; There are also those who sell aquatic products, not to mention dried fish and shrimp, sugar crab and crab paste are very attractive.

That's all, Zhao Yuan even saw the whole sheep roasting on the fire, the hooves and tails of the sheep roasted separately, if you are thirsty, you can see hawkers selling buttermilk everywhere on the street, sour plums and green fruits are also fresh. Rose apple cheese is more like the modern grape fruit ice porridge. It is not easy to store only ice, and most of it turns into ice water.

There is a large iron pot hanging in the street food kiosk, and there are several tables around the thick soup. The diners form a circle, scald some soup cakes in the soup and then scoop them up to eat.There were some people sitting beside them, but they were eating Lengtao in pottery bowls, which was a serious cold noodle to cool off the heat.The contrast between winter and summer is very interesting.

Zhao Yuan sighed, and the chubby face became excited and flushed.

Zhao Chen wiped off his sweat casually: "Let's go to the bar, where there are icebergs, it will be cooler."

So the father and son went through the crowd, turned to the other side of the street, and went to a wine shop called Hequan.This wine shop can be regarded as a rare high-rise building in the entire West Square. It has five floors. Starting from the second floor, each floor has wooden window eaves, which are wide open.The two of them didn't have a lot of ostentation, but fortunately they knew that they were either rich or expensive at the first sight, so they were still led to a window-facing room on the fourth floor.

Since Zhao Yuan was born in this life, it was the first time he went to a restaurant outside to eat. He didn't expect that there would be a concept of "private room" in this era, so it was very novel.I saw that the elegant room was two feet wide and three feet above the ground. There was a bamboo curtain hanging on the side facing the corridor, which could accommodate three to four people inside. Straw mats were laid on it, and a long black lacquered table was placed by the window. You need to take off your shoes in the elegant room. Although it is not big, the environment is quite quiet.

"What do you want, sir?" The waiter stood outside the elegant room with a lacquer tray, and bowed courteously to show them.

Zhao Yuan supported his father's knees with fat paws and poked his head to look. He saw many small wooden plaques neatly stacked in the big lacquer tray, which were very delicately made. A clump of bamboo was uniformly carved on the top of the wooden plaques, which was very elegant.There are many names of wine and dishes engraved on these small wooden signs, which turned out to be menus!

"These are so old." He poked some of them with his chubby hand in disgust, "They all look greasy."

Zhao Chen couldn't help but hooked his lips into a smile: "Idiot, every famous wine shop must have some signature dishes. The longer the time, the more people order, and the wooden signs will naturally become dirtier and older... Those brand new wooden signs are new."

Zhao Yuan suddenly realized, and squinted at him complainingly.Even if he makes a fool of himself, you can't call him an "idiot"!

A certain father was hit by his son's soft and cute little eyes, and his heart melted and he automatically entered the 24 filial piety mode.

#Everyday I am crying by my son#

In the end, Zhao Chen handed over the right to order food to his son, so Zhao Yuan was very excited and ordered a table of food, as well as a kind of wine and a drink.The dishes spread quickly, and they were all served on delicate small ceramic plates. A fresh anchovies made of shad was chilled with crushed ice, and dipped in a delicious chive sauce mixed with wasabi. It was a modern sashimi dipped in wasabi. Together with a roasted lamb's trotter, a stewed beef tendon and a boiled quail, served with pickled young ginger and vinegar-soaked spinach sprouts, just looking at it will make people appetite.The bronze wine cup is filled with chilled Biqing Hequan wine and sweet sugarcane pulp. The utensils are exquisite and the aroma is tangy.

Zhao Yuan ate his head hard, Zhao Chen drank Japanese spring wine in a leisurely manner, holding up his chopsticks to pick some spinach for him from time to time, and the summer breeze blew the light veil, the moment of father and son could not be better.

"Look at how you eat, you look like a starving ghost." Zhao Chen put down his chopsticks, couldn't help pinching his son's face and laughed, "Could it be that my father is so hungry that you are always hungry?"

Zhao Yuan swallowed the fish sticks, looked at him with big eyes and said, "Father, I don't understand. The food in the wine shop is delicious, and it has a different taste compared to the mansion." Jinjin sugarcane juice, sighed comfortably: "Hey... go back and bring a copy for mother, it's so delicious."

Zhao Chen didn't care too much: "Do as you like, I'm afraid your mother doesn't like to eat outside food, and it will be a waste of your thoughts."

Zhao Yuan waved his hand with a smile: "That's okay, it's mainly a wish."

As soon as the two returned to the Zhongjun Mansion, Zhao Yuan straightened his clothes and asked someone to bring over the packaged fish meat, and he personally took it to Fan's to present it.Zhao Chen shook his head, and went to work in the study with Lu Hui and other staff.He was not worried about Zhao Yuan being hit. Fan Yu is a sensible person. Even if she pretends, she will pretend to be a loving mother... Besides, she will not have children. Zhao Yuan will undoubtedly be her support for the rest of her life. There is a bit of genuine love in it.

Zhao Chen's idea is good.Fan was very pleasantly surprised when he saw the fish cakes sent by Zhao Yuan.

"My son is filial." There was a deep smile in her voice, and her delicate face was almost radiant.

"As long as mother likes it." Zhao Yuan stretched out his small hand and quickly touched Fan's jade hand, smiling, as if he was taking advantage of it.

"I like it very much," Fan said, both joyful and annoyed. "It's just that the fish cake is eaten raw after all. You are still young, so you really can't eat it. If you don't feel well, won't your father and I worry about it?"

An ordinary aunt would not say this, but the Fan family regarded Zhao Yuan as her own child, so naturally she would say it.It was really because although Zhao Yuan respected her in the past, after all, there was a layer of separation, and there was more respect than intimacy. This time, she took the initiative to show her kindness, which really surprised her.

After Zhao Yuan left, Fan gently wiped the corners of his eyes, his face was especially happy.Chuncao stood aside, but her face was hesitant.

"Lady, a maidservant shouldn't talk too much," she finally couldn't hold back, and whispered in Fan's ear, "It's just that the eldest man is not the mother's biological son, how can he be reliable? The lady still cares about trying to give birth to a young man. "

Fan's face sank, and the slender Danko gently stroked the food box containing the fish cakes, but did not speak.

Chuncao's maidservant was a dowry from her natal family, not a personal maid who grew up with her... Her natal family didn't know about Wang Ji giving her the infertility medicine, and she didn't dare to let her natal family know.She is not the only girl in the Fan family's direct lineage. If she finds out that she is unable to bear children for her husband, she will immediately choose someone to replace her.Whether it's selfish or timid, Chuncao has to hide this matter, and they naturally don't understand why she cares about a concubine.

What's more, from the palace, who else knows the origin of the child better than her?That is the true pride of heaven, the eldest princess and the son of the former great general, but the king's heart is unpredictable, and his fate cannot be controlled...

Chuncao couldn't see what the mistress was thinking, so she had to keep her mouth shut, wondering if she should go back to Fan's house to report to the head of the house.She is also ambitious, if it is another family, the mistress has not had children for a few years, and a dowry maid like her has long been included by the husband and has become a serious concubine.It's a pity, it's a pity that the lady is so jealous, wasting her youth and beauty!

Jealousy and dissatisfaction planted seeds in the heart, only waiting for the time to germinate and take root.

Zhao Yuan came out of Fan's courtyard and walked directly to the study in the outer courtyard.The two child slaves standing guard outside the study room knelt and sat on the porch. When they saw him, they hurriedly kowtowed and saluted deeply: "Da Lang An."

"Is my father there? Is there anyone in the room?" He waved his hand, took off his shoes and walked up the corridor.

One of the child slaves named Zhengyang said respectfully: "Your Majesty and all the adults are discussing matters in the room." Another child slave named Huaixi turned sideways to lift the curtain for Zhao Yuan, and Zhao Yuan took small steps. walked in.

Zhao Chen was talking in a low voice with a group of aides and staff. He was at the main seat. In front of him was a black lacquer-covered desk with a golden edge, which was full of papers and bamboo slips. ink.When Zhao Yuan came in, they looked up at the boy in unison, then turned back and continued to do their own thing.

Zhao Yuan made a gesture to his father with his fat hand, and then ran into the inner room next to him by lifting the curtain on his feet.Although he was young, he had already begun to learn. Because his bones were still soft, Zhao Chen only asked him to practice Xiaozhuan for half an hour every day.Zhao Yuan has no complaints about this point, the world is too unfamiliar to him, not to mention the age is too early, Xiaozhuan is like a scripture, if he doesn't learn it now, he will be a proper illiterate in the future!

He went to sit behind his special desk, Huai Xi came in silently as soon as he sat down, knelt quietly to the side to sharpen ink and brush for him.He is indeed younger. First of all, his hands are too small, and they are very round and short, which makes it difficult to hold a pen.He now knew why those children couldn't hold their pens properly.

Xiaozhuan is long and round, even and neat, and it is easy to get dizzy if you face it for a long time.Every time Zhao Yuan reaches the second sheet of paper, his eyes start to circle around, and all the ink lines in his brain are twisted into strange shapes.If it weren't for his inner age, it would be impossible for a real five-year-old to sit and practice this damn thing for an hour!

"Hold the pen steadily, and concentrate your mind." A big hand stretched out from behind, holding his hand pen, and the familiar breath enveloped his whole body.

Zhao Chen held his son's soft and fleshy little hand, and led him to write the rest of the copybook as usual. When he put down the pen, he hugged his son on his lap and rubbed his fat paw for Zhao Yuan.