It was already noon after inspecting the embankment, and Lin Zhongcheng had a very tight schedule, and he was going to Songjiang in the afternoon.

Therefore, Lin Run made a temporary decision and asked to arrange lunch in Nanshan Temple, so as not to waste time to go to the county.

This really caught people off guard, even the governor and his entourage and there were more than 300 people guarding the sedan chair, and if they didn't prepare in advance, they couldn't wait at all temporarily.

Many officials who couldn't get used to Zhao Erye's scenery couldn't help but secretly laugh, and said in their hearts, "Don't you eat a deflated meal now?"

But seeing that Zhao Shouzheng was still not in a hurry, he was talking and laughing with the governor, and he was very calm.

When he entered Nanshan Temple, he asked the governor to have tea in the incense room in the backyard first, and He Xiancheng led the governor's staff and a few senior attachés to the side room to rest. As for the other attachés, they could only rest in the east and west side halls of the front yard.

Incense is burned in the clean hall, seats are set up, and plates of grapes, citrus and other seasonal fruits are neatly placed on the table, as well as flavored snacks such as sock bottom crisp and Wansan cake.

On the September day, when it was still hot and dry at noon, the servants served herbal tea, and the fruits were also calmed with well water. After walking for half a day, everyone was already dry and hungry, and they felt cool and comfortable after using it, and they were addicted.

Even the guards they brought were also in the reed shed temporarily erected outside the temple, each with a large bowl of Ao cooktop, a big basket of steamed buns, and enough herbal tea tubes to defeat the fire, so as to ensure that they had a round belly.

Seeing that Kunshan County arranged it so thoughtfully, it was actually prepared in Nanshan Temple. Those who wanted to see the joke sighed secretly, saying in their hearts that this Zhao Shou was the first time to be an official? How can you be thoughtful like a veteran officialdom? The soup doesn't leak.

Is this the origin of family learning or the descent of Wenchang Xing? He was born to be an official.

In fact, Second Master Zhao didn't ask about these trivial matters at all.

But who makes the family blessed? You don't have to worry about it yourself at all, Wu Chengen and He Xiancheng discussed it.

Both of them are experienced, and it is estimated that there may be such a play based on the itinerary of the governor. He had already made a plan, and ordered Fan Datong to take people to prepare a banquet in the county mansion, and also invited Master Xuelang to come to Nanshan Temple to preside over Zhang Luozhai's meal.

And that's where it works.

It can be seen how important it is to have a good master and a good deputy, otherwise Second Master Zhao would be embarrassed at this time.

~~

In the apse, Governor Lin refreshed and changed into a moon-white robe, which made him look more and more handsome and handsome, not like a mortal figure.

Zhao Shouzheng has already prepared a table of exquisite vegetarian food. Lin Run's entourage specially instructed him not to let others accompany him during lunch, so he was the only one in the hall.

"Zhongcheng has worked hard all morning, please eat." Zhao Shouzheng presented chopsticks with both hands.

Lin Run knocked and knocked all morning, he was really a little hungry, looking at the table full of colorful and fragrant dishes, he couldn't help but move his index fingers, but put down his chopsticks and said, "Is Ling Gongzi here?" ”

"I'm here, I'm accompanying you in front." Zhao Shouzheng hurriedly replied.

"Invite him to eat together, this institute has admired this scientist for a long time."

"Yes."

Second Master Zhao hurried to the door and wanted someone to call Zhao Hao, but he saw that the person waiting outside the door was an official of the sixth grade.

He was embarrassed to instruct others, so he had to go and call his son over himself.

~~

Lin Zhongcheng has been grooming for a long time, and the east side of the front yard has already opened a seat.

A group of officials drank a few glasses of wine and began to complain again. If you don't drink well, you have to have a drinking competition.

The subordinate officials of the governor's yamen were not formally established, and were either temporarily appointed by the governor from among the alternate officials or seconded from various yamen.

For example, Nada Tongju was seconded from Songjiang Prefecture to the governor's yamen.

For the reluctant alternate officials, this is a good opportunity to turn around. Although there is no official notice, if you can get the appreciation of the governor, you will naturally have a chance to soar.

So they are all secretly competitive, and even at the wine table, they have to compete to see who is the first talent under Zhongcheng.

Zhao Hao was too lazy to get close to these goods, so he sat in the corner and ate his own food.

Xue Lang didn't let him go, personally helped him serve rice and vegetables on the side, and asked diligently: "Donor, do you see the taste of this vegetarian food, how is it better than Da Bao'en Temple?" ”

"Well, almost." Zhao Gongzi actually ate the vegetarian food of Da Bao'en Temple once, and he had long forgotten what it tasted like.

"Then it is not in vain that the little monk, the fire-headed monk specially invited from Hanshan Temple and Chongyuan Temple, and the ingredients prepared in Suzhou in person." After Xuelang finished inviting the merit, he revealed his true form:

"The so-called cannibalism has a short mouth, you eat my fast, why do you have to return me a poem, right?"

"Then I won't eat it." Zhao Hao put down his chopsticks. When this guy caught himself, he wanted to write poems, and Zhao Gongzi felt that he was about to be squeezed dry by him.

"That's not good, haven't you eaten it for nothing?" Snow waves naturally do not follow.

"You're an idiot." Zhao Hao rolled his eyes. Xiong Dianshi was eating outside the temple, and he didn't have time to come in to accompany Zhao Gongzi, but no one helped him throw out this pestering spirit.

His voice was a little louder, attracting a group of officials to look at him.

Coincidentally, it was the turn of Na Tian Tongju to be the commander, and seeing that Zhao Hao was making noise again, he seized the opportunity to retaliate, so he skipped the next official who gave the order, and reprimanded Zhao Hao:

"That eight-grade green boy, the wine order is like a military order, you make noise for no reason, you should be fined three glasses!"

Then he said to the little officer holding the pot, "Fill it for him." ”

The little official can recognize his own office, how can he listen to the noise of an outsider, and only look at the snow waves accompanying the master.

Yes, Master Xuelang, as a well-known person in Jiangnan, was invited to help greet guests. He was the main companion in this east side hall, but it was a pity that as soon as this thief saw Zhao Hao, he left his mission behind and only pestered him to ask for poetry.

"Forget it, he's underage and can't drink." Xue Lang hurriedly relieved Zhao Hao, and then said casually: "Little monk should let him make a drinking order." ”

"What the hell is going on with you?" Zhao Hao rolled his eyes, and he didn't know whether to scold Xue Lang or Tian Baiguang, maybe it was a pair of scolding.

"Well, why do you talk like that. I'm the wine commander, and I'm the biggest at the wine table now, so of course I can control you. Tian Baiguang sneered and said:

"If you don't want to drink, then take the wine order, otherwise you will disturb everyone's Yaxing!"

"Not bad, not bad." All the governor's attachés naturally breathed out of the same nostril as Tian Boguang.

"Master Zhao, don't shirk anymore. You see, I don't even like wine poetry. Monk Xuelang looked at Zhao Hao pitifully.

"Phew." Zhao Gongzi spit out the chewy gluten in his mouth and scolded, "What the hell?" ”

Only then did he sneer and look at Natian Baiguang and said, "How to play?" ”

"It's a riddle poem, and if you give you something, you can make a poem with it as the answer to the riddle...... The rhyme of the poem has to be it. That Tian Baiguang looked at Zhao Hao provocatively and said, "What this commander gave you is a 'needle'." ”

"This is not easy to do...... the guests said one after another, "I have to make up riddles and rhymes, and I can't do it without a bit of urgency." ”

"If you can't do it, you will be punished for the bar." Tian Baiguang looked at Zhao Hao triumphantly.

"What's so hard about that?" Zhao Gongzi smiled contemptuously, looked at the small and thin Tian Tongju, and recited aloud:

"The tip of the head and the body are as white as silver, there is not half a cent of the scales, the eyes are long on the buttocks, and I only recognize clothes and not people!"

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