After chatting about business, the two began to find topics to talk about.

For example, the meal in front of you.

Compared with Dali Temple and others, it is much stronger, but it is impossible to compare with Yang and Hangzhou local officials, barely matched Shu County and Yizhou.

After all, Jiangnan is a famous place for wealth, and the local finances are rich, so the public meals are rich and will never treat their own people unfairly.

In the capital, the imperial court regularly rewarded capital. Each department thought the food was not good, so it appointed a "money catcher" to operate and earn profits.

If a person who catches money quickly turns his mind and has a way, and his business is successful, his department will be very popular and he will be very spicy.

When the business fails, everyone will deal with each bowl of soup and cake. When will the saint look pitiful? The treasury budget is sufficient, and some will be supplemented.

Dali Temple is very unfortunate. I didn’t find the right person to catch money some time ago, and it was rumored that I lost a lot.

The Taishi Bureau has never done business. Lao Huang, who can draw talismans, asked people to set up stalls to sell the talismans he drew. Occasionally, he would send specialists to take on feng shui and see the feng shui. After making money, everyone would eat and drink together and have a meal from time to time.

"Everyone, the Queen of Heaven will give you food."

As soon as I pulled the chopsticks twice, a gentle sound suddenly sounded from outside.

Why did Shangguan Wan'er come?

When Meng Fan was confused, the officials of the Taishi Bureau saluted in the direction of Taiji Palace. He quickly pressed the doubt and followed everyone to do it.

"Mr. Langjun, the queen guessed that you would come to the official office today and ordered the imperial chef to prepare food."

As he spoke, Shangguan Wan'er walked quickly, and two bright palace maids were following behind him, each carrying an exquisite carved food box.

Behind are tall eunuchs carrying shoulder poles and bamboo baskets on both ends.

It is obvious that Shangguan Wan'er and the palace maid specially gave Meng Fan food, and they also enjoyed the happiness of his colleagues. He consumed the delicacies in the box, while others ate the things in the basket.

this……

The Grand Historian Old Huang was frightened. If it weren't for the occasion, everyone wouldn't be able to help but talk.

Give food?

Dream?!

I'm afraid that all fourth-rank officials from various real power departments will not have such treatment.

Only when the prime minister who enters the government affairs hall receives grace from the two saints and tastes the food made from the real imperial kitchen is a great grace.

So, what is the origin of this master who came from the airborne?

When everyone was suspicious, Wan'er had already arrived beside Meng Fan. Dr. Li had the gaze and took the initiative to pick up the table and leave to make room for them.

The two palace maids put down the food boxes in their hands and chose to retreat.

"Mr., this piece of gold and silver slit is given by the princess."

"Yulu Group..."

Shangguan Wan'er knelt down and introduced seriously.

Unlike yesterday, she dressed more gorgeously today, and her palace skirt was still plain, but half of her arm and silk were similar to colorful feathers, and there were golden threads hanging.

However, the more Meng Fan looked at him, the more he felt that this girl looked like a tool man. Princess Taiping’s idea was not to mention. The reason why her aunt Wu Zetian was like this is probably not simple.

Perhaps it is to remind everyone in the Taishi Bureau and other forces in the court that they are hers?

Ahem, although there are ambiguities, the more I think about it, the more I feel it is possible. After all, the three provinces and six ministries all work in the imperial city, and their respective offices are independent. But everyone is close to each other, and you can know something about it.

It can only be said that someone's political wisdom is limited to various novels in his previous life. Wu Zetian's move is simply to appreciate him, plus the friendship, relatives, and following the wishes of his daughter Li Lingyue.

Before the husband passed away and her son was unable to stand it, she never thought of becoming an emperor, especially the former, who seemed to be plagued by illness, but in fact, the power, reputation and tools of the general were firmly held in her own hands.

Going from behind the scenes to the front stage and establishing and supporting the Beimen Bachelor is nothing more than suffering from the lack of power. It is better to hold it in the hands of others than to hold it in your own hands.

And the Taishi Bureau... Generally speaking, it has no power, and can only play a certain role in building momentum when changing dynasties.

In fact, no matter how meticulous and agile Shangguan Wan'er was thinking, she could not have imagined what Meng Fan thought. She raised her wrist from time to time, picked up food for him, and introduced her softly.

As the two eyes looked at each other, she blinked almost imperceptibly, and the girl's heart flashed and then she returned to her tranquility and dignity.

"I thanked my aunt and the princess for me."

"Here."

Different people respond and their tone is also different.

After watching Shangguan Wan'er lead the palace maids and the eunuch left, Meng Fan turned to other colleagues and said helplessly: "If you want to ask, just say whatever you want."

"Haha, thank the Grand Historian, we can enjoy the gift of food." Old Huang smiled and said, "It will be a better life in the future. After all, it is the imperial chef's craftsmanship. This red sheep branch stick is really fragrant."

When a person becomes a savvy, he will never ask for any sentence of his own affairs.

Other subordinates agreed:

"It's the light of the Grand Historian."

After all, they are half-Confucian and half-Tao practitioners, so they will not flatter, and they have very limited room for growth and do not seek to wear purple robes.

This also made Meng Fan less uncomfortable.

A fifth-rank official with a profound Taoist craft and a deep background, with two labels, probably won’t bring any trouble, right?

...

A rich horse, a fur of gold.

Riding on the Shenjun Royal Horse borrowed from King Li Xian of Zhou, after a sumptuous work meal, Meng Fan slowly walked towards Goujiling, and didn't seem to be in a hurry. After all, no death or missing cases had been reported in Wannian County.

Beside him, Dr. Li also rode a horse on his way.

The Tang Dynasty did not promote the sedan chair and was too sissy. Both civil officials and military officers rode horses, and old ministers who were not allowed to ride horses would choose ox carts.

"Look at your frowning, what's wrong?"

His misconduct was finally recognized, and Dr. Li gradually began to talk about some trivial matters in life and then moved closer to the head's confidant.

"It's not easy to live in Chang'an."

“Tell me.”

"The price of the leased house has increased, and it will cost a whole lot of money. Some time ago, I followed the rumors from the Ministry of Revenue of the Shangshu Provincial Department of Revenue. The court would take action to rectify housing prices and implement the rent limit order first."

Speaking of this, Li Hongtao shook his head helplessly:

"Even in a prosperous place like the East and West Markets, the monthly rent shall not exceed 500 cents."

"As a result, the policy was not clear. The merchant directly calculated the room, and each place where the officials lived was 200 cents. The owner led me to count the beams of the house, and the place covered by the two beams and pillars was calculated as one..."

The more restricted the higher the limit?

Meng Fan was speechless.

There are too many complaints and there is nowhere to vomit.

"I will lend you my money and I will repay you when I get promoted in the future."

"Not good."

"Shangguan is kind to his subordinates and just borrow money temporarily. If you don't feel sorry for it, you will return to the next nine out of eleven."

"..." Li Hongtao.

In the end, there were no nine outs and eleven outs and no one to return. Meng Fan just joked.

One deep kick, one shallow kick.

The surroundings are covered with weeds that reach their waists. After the sun sets, the shadows cast by the dwarf pine are like ghosts, and from time to time, night owls make strange screams.

"The place where the prisoner is worthy of his reputation."

"This Dog Ridge is even more gloomy than outside the city."
Chapter completed!