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Chapter 1342 The God-like Young Master

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    If there is one thing that is loved by both Cantonese and Hakka people, it is Poon Choi.

    A large wooden basin is placed on an Eight Immortals table, surrounded by four benches, and eight people sit around the table to eat Poon Choi.  This is not only the Hakka, but also the main form of banquet held by the indigenous people in Guangzhou.

    ¡®Poon Choi¡¯, as the name suggests, is a wooden basin used to serve vegetables.  Somewhat similar to Zhao Hao¡¯s Yipin Guo in Huizhou, his hometown.  But it has a more rustic flavor and the ingredients are more free and varied.  Naturally, those near the sea tend to stock more seafood, while those in the mountains mainly focus on delicacies and game.

    ??More than a dozen raw materials, such as radish, yuba, pig skin, mushrooms, pheasant, bad fish and braised pork, are fried and boiled, and then put into pots layer by layer to form a hearty pot of Poon Choi.

    In order to entertain the distinguished guests, the Hakka people also specially killed the cows and added fresh beef, tripe and beef leaves, which made the taste even more amazing.  The overflowing aroma alone made countless children on the promenade cry.

    ¡°And people at one table only eat one pot of vegetables, which is also in line with the Chinese tradition of paying attention to family ties.  Everyone held chopsticks and kept rummaging in the basin. Their emotions were deeply communicated in the body with the saliva at that time, and they were naturally very close.  And the deeper the dish is in the basin, the richer the flavor, so everyone can't help but search harder

    In addition, everyone was starving. After a gust of wind, every table was completely eaten.

    That night, Zhao Hao and his son and other distinguished guests slept in a room specially set aside by the Lin family.

    The night in the enclosed house in the mountains is actually still chilly.  As a result, Zhao Hao had to cover himself with a blanket at night for the first time since he came to Chaozhou.

    This kind of environment and weather is just suitable for understanding the great harmony between man and nature.

    And this thick wall is very soundproof

    Mr. Zhao¡¯s body was still young after all, so he called Secretary Ma who was sleeping outside to fight mosquitoes.

    The two of them were swatting away mosquitoes when they suddenly heard a female voice singing a nursery rhyme from somewhere:

    "The moonlight shines on the pond.

    Riding a bamboo horse across the pond.

    The water in Hongtang is too deep to cross.

    The lady punted the boat to pick up the man.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? may ask the man who is short, or ask the man who is long,

    I asked him when he would return from this trip.  "

    It seems that the sound insulation is not that good

    Mr. Zhao was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a way to crawl in. Sister Ma couldn't laugh or cry. She is the one who should be shy, right?

    ??~~

    Mr. Zhao spent a long night and wiped out all the mosquitoes in the house before going to sleep.

    He was sleeping soundly when he was woken up by Secretary Ma.

    Mr. Zhao rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at Sister Ma.  "Hey, why are you wearing clothes?"

    "What nonsense are you talking about!" Sister Ma pinched him shyly and whispered: "It's been a long time, and I'm not as shameless as you."

    As he spoke, he wiped his face with a warm hand towel to refresh himself and said, "Get up quickly, we've been waiting for you to have breakfast."

    "Let them eat, I'll sleep for a while." Zhao Hao turned over and lay on Sister Ma's soft thighs.

    "Lin Zhongcheng asked you to come over quickly. It seems they have given an answer." Ma Xianglan held down his offending hand.

    "Really?" Mr. Zhao perked up after hearing this. He immediately jumped up from the bed and said, "It seems there is good news!"

    If the news is bad, it¡¯s time to go home.  If the zombie Taoist priest doesn't know how to praise, Lin Run can't persuade him any more. Is the governor's face so worthless?

    He quickly got out of bed, washed up, dressed neatly, and hurried downstairs to the central hall.  Then they saw that Lin Run, his father, Liu, and Yue had all arrived. Accompanied by Lin Zhengying and his son, they were having breakfast and talking. The atmosphere looked very relaxed.

    "You're finally up, sit down quickly." Lin Run, who had a good night's rest because he had no official duties, said in high spirits: "Listen to what the old patriarch said."

    "I'm all ears." Zhao Hao smiled and sat down next to his father.

    "Try this steamed rice dumpling. It's delicious." Zhao Shouzheng pushed a small pottery bowl in front of him.  Zhao Hao saw that there were steamed red snacks in the bowl, which looked like cupcakes, but there were several big cracks on the surface.

    "This seam is not broken by steaming. We call it 'laughing', which is a sign of happy events, so the more you laugh, the better." Lin Yichen explained with a smile.  The smile on his face was like a cracked hair cake in a bowl, but the dark circles under his eyes showed that he had not slept well last night.

    "What kind of happy event is that?" Mr. Zhao asked with a smile, tearing off a piece of steamed rice cake and tasting it.  Well, it's quite sweet, soft and fragrant, just like that.

    "After a night of intense discussion, our Lin family finally decided to take that step." Lin Zhengying, with a gray beard, lookednbsp;When Lin Zhengying heard this, he looked at Zhao Hao with doubt.  Are you thinking that you are not a businessman?  And you are still so young, why are you still involved in the affairs of scholars?

    "But since he is the son of the Number One Scholar, he probably has something.  The matter is serious and I really dare not agree hastily.

    "Haha, you can't see Taishan with your eyesight, right? Mr. Zhao is not only the son of the number one scholar, but also the teacher of the number one scholar Of course, he is not his father's teacher, but his disciple who also passed the number one exam." Yue Yunpengba had to give the Hakka people  Fixed school quotas were explained in various ways.

    Although two places at a time are not many, there are four in three years, eight in six years, and in twenty or thirty years, there will be thirty or forty scholars of the same clan and clan, which is a huge political force in this government.

    Naturally, he will work hard to support Mr. Zhao¡¯s plan.  "In this subject, the Yufeng Academy he runs has even passed fifty Jinshi exams in one fell swoop! Do you think it's scary?"

    ¡°Actually, I passed thirty-one of the exams at Xiangshan Academy¡± Mr. Zhao said silently.  But he wished that others could separate it and make it a little less eye-catching.

    But this was enough to scare the Lin family into a frenzy.

    Master Jinshi, that is the Wenqu star from heaven descending to earth!  Any one of them must be able to bring together the Eighth Township culture, and a county won¡¯t be able to produce one for many years.

    There were more than 1,400 counties in the Ming Dynasty. There was a competition every three years, and about 350 people passed the exam each time.  On average, there is less than one Jinshi in a county every ten years.

    Mr. Zhao¡¯s school was able to pass fifty students in one subject!  What kind of fairy school is this?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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