Spoiling History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

Song people have always attached great importance to festivals.

Especially since the government issued an edict in the third year of Qiande's reign that "the night market in the capital must not be banned until the third drum" and the curfew in Bianliang City was abolished, the changes in Bianliang City can be said to be day and night.

Nanshi, noodle shops, bakeries, tea shops, Sichuan rice restaurants, and wine shops sprung up one after another. Scholars from Jiangnan, Sichuan, and Sichuan came in an endless stream.

Even if the Forbidden Army entered the city and the King of Jin fell mad, it only gave the people of Bianliang a few more things to talk about.

Even because the officials issued an edict, saying that although the King of Jin was crazy, he was still a brother, so he built a separate courtyard in the southeast of the inner palace for the King of Jin to live, so that he could see each other every day. Officials have more compliments.

After all, seriously speaking, since the fall of the former Tang Dynasty, Kaifeng has been the capital of Liang, Jin, Han and Zhou Dynasties.

In the past few decades, the nobles in the palace in the center of Bianliang City were changing like a revolving lantern. It was not uncommon for fathers, sons, brothers, uncles and nephews to kill each other.

For the old people in Bianliang, whether it is the stable and prosperous life in the past ten years or the harmony and beauty of the official family and inner court, they are all rare things and they cannot help but praise them.

Therefore, even if it is well known that the government and the army are still at war with the Southern Tang Dynasty, it still does not damage the people of Bianliang in celebrating the festival at all, including the Zhao Song officials themselves.

After surviving the court meeting on New Year's Day and the banquet for envoys the next day, Zhao Kuangyin chose to leave the palace incognito for some fresh air.

Zhao Pu was asked to accompany them at the roll call. At dusk, the two called five or six personal guards and left the palace incognito through Xihua Gate.

The first thing you see after exiting the west gate is the Prince Jin's Mansion to the northwest of the palace. The once bustling palace is now desolate. With Zhao Guangyi, the backbone of the palace, restrained, the King of Jin's party collapsed at a speed that was beyond everyone's expectations. .

Now that most of the wealthy slaves in the mansion have dispersed, this mansion is only used as a residence for Zhao Guangyi's wife, concubines and children.

After a distant glance, the emperor and his ministers chose to walk southward along the palace city. They could see Junyi Bridge Street in the distance in only five or six hundred steps.

"Zhangjia Hotel or Wangloushan Cave Plum Blossom Buns? Or look at Cao Po's meat cakes, or Li Sifen Tea?"

This was not his first time traveling incognito. Zhao Pu was also very familiar with Bianliang and directly reported a long list of store names, all of which were relatively famous near Junyi Bridge Royal Street.

Zhao Kuangyin felt a lot happier after being thrown into the market. He laughed and shook his head and said:

"Mr. Zhao, this street is full of people. I'm afraid the Zhangjia Hotel is already full."

"Every family we look at is just sitting there wherever there is leisure."

What Zhao Kuangyin said was true. While the two of them were talking, they had already arrived at Junyi Bridge Street.

There is a dazzling array of rice, boiled meat, and all kinds of dried meats on the street. In front of each shop, badgers, foxes, rabbits, deer, and domesticated geese, ducks, chickens, and sheep are tied up in front of each shop, and the cries of the geese, ducks, chickens, and sheep can be heard one after another.

In addition, there are many street stalls selling various kinds of steamed buns, with chicken skin, kidney and kidney, chicken offal, tripe lungs, etc. as fillings. While the steam is rising, there are waiters shouting that each one only costs fifteen cents.

Further inside, there are pan-fried lamb, white sausage, pig offal soup, etc. in the open area. Zhao Kuangyin even saw a shop owner setting up a stall on the spot to sell:

"Long Xuqiao's brain is only nineteen cents per pound."

Just hearing the name made Zhao Kuangyin's interest greatly increased, but he was immediately attracted by Zhao Pu next to him:

"There are still these miscellaneous snacks left in the middle of the night. If you are not full from the main meal, you can just come out and eat some more to fill your stomach."

After thinking about it for a while, Zhao Kuangyin nodded in agreement and led a few guards around the big shops on the street to ask questions one by one.

But today is only the third day of the first lunar month, and those famous restaurants are either too busy and already full of customers, or there are not many people sitting around, only scattered seats and no big tables. It was not until Li was asking for tea that one of the guests at the table got up. After leaving, I found a place that was just right for the principal, minister, bodyguard, and seven other people to sit down.

This Li Sifen Tea restaurant is quite large, with branches in the east and west corridors of the courtyard, and the prices are completely different. Zhao Kuangyin left the palace and walked around for a long time to find a seat. He was hungry and didn't bother to worry about it, so he sat directly on the big table in the courtyard. .

As soon as the guests were seated, a waiter came over with paper flowers, wiped the chopsticks in turn, wrapped their heads, placed them in front of everyone, and asked:

"There are soups, rice, kidneys, meat and mixed vegetables in the shop. What will the guests eat?"

Zhao Kuangyin was suddenly curious:

"This tea shop is quite big, how come they only have so many dishes?"

Zhao Pu laughed, and the guy over there also laughed:

"This guest must be here for the first time. When I said there was soup in the store, I didn't just mean one soup."

"The four soft soups, stone marrow soup, mixed colored soup, stone tripe soup, mixed spicy soup, fish soup of various colors, large and small chicken soup, meat powder soup, mixed vegetable and fruit soup are all soups, and such as fish soup, chicken soup, etc. Categories can be further divided into details.”

Only then did Zhao Kuangyin realize that it was a joke, and he didn't take it seriously at the moment and just asked Zhao Pu for some food.

And just when Zhao Pu was whispering to the waiter, a man with an open chest and a paper flower in his ear came over and spread his hands and said:

"Is the official burning two pillars of incense for blessing?"

Seeing Zhao Kuangyin's confused look, the brazen brat with a hairpin said playfully:

"At the age of the official, I think both parents have died. I have some friendship with the Master Zen Master of the Daxiangguo Temple. If the official gives me some money, I can add a few pillars of prayer incense to the Daxiangguo Temple. Wouldn't it be wonderful? ?”

How could Zhao Kuangyin not understand what happened now?

Several personal guards were furious, and they immediately stood up and beat these obsessed people half to death, but Zhao Kuangyin waved his hand and suppressed him, but he was a little curious:

"Are you really working for Xiangguo Temple?"

But before the rogue could answer, someone over there cursed:

"Wang Qiao'er, you bitch are you earning all this shameless money to treat your own flabby penis again?"

The ruffian suddenly became furious:

"Niu Aluo! You karmic beast, you want to come and beg for food with Mr. Nai Taigong?"

A strong man sitting at the table next to him stood up, clenched his fists and said nothing nonsense:

"If you dare, go out and let me see where your foundation is."

Wang Qiao's face turned blue and white, and finally he hid his face and walked away. Niu Aluo just sat down and gave Zhao Kuangyin a warning:

"Official, if you want to pray for blessings, just go to Xiangguo Temple. Don't believe in such a bastard."

"Is this rogue really working for Xiangguo Temple?" Zhao Kuangyin was only curious about this.

Niu Aluo nodded to confirm, but looked like he didn't want to talk more. Zhao Kuangyin understood, so he immediately asked:

"From the accent of a good man, it doesn't sound like someone from Kaifeng."

The dishes on both sides of the table had not yet been served. The cow A Luoxu over there saw Zhao Kuangyin’s kindness, so he also said a little more:

"My ancestral home is Zhuozhou. Do the officials in Zhuozhou know that General Zhang Fei of the former Han Dynasty was from the same hometown as me?"

Zhao Kuangyin nodded silently. Not only did he know, he was even scolded by Zhang Fei three months ago.

As for why Niu Aluo is here, it couldn't be simpler. The word "turbulent times" said it all, so he also asked:

"The good man must want to return home."

Niu Aluo asked:

"Who doesn't want to go home?"

Zhao Kuangyin was silent.

Afterwards, the food on both sides was served one after another and they stopped talking. When leaving, Zhao Kuangyin said that he was on duty in the palace. If Niu Aluo had any trouble, he could go to the Xihua Gate to find the Imperial Army and said that he would go to Zhao Zeping. This made Zhao Pu laugh and cry.

After the meal, the group also took a look at the hanging shed opposite Xuande Tower. They saw people swallowing iron swords, spitting out five-color fire, spinning clay balls, performing drama, and playing miscellaneous things. It was midnight.

After finally returning to the palace, Zhao Kuang took Zhao Pu and explained:

"Guangmu tomorrow, please come early."