Tang Dynasty good brother

Chapter 73 Turn over the serf and sing

Originally, these prime ministers planned to use the meal time to sort out the disaster relief strategy with Qin Hao. You must know that a lunch for the Zhengshitang gang is no less time-saving than a French meal. Time is less to say.

But who would have imagined that an hour had passed, and Qin Hao was still eloquent when the maids offered the last dessert. It wasn't that Qin Hao didn't know the importance of his words, but they asked too many questions. Every time he understood a question, Several new problems inevitably followed. After an hour passed, these bigwigs felt enlightened, but there were more problems.

As soon as the dessert was opened, it turned out to be a first-class official swallow. Qin Hao quickly swallowed it whole. Fortunately, the imperial chef didn't do too much superfluous processing.

This grade of official bird's nest is a great tonic for the body. Although later generations can buy it for thousands of dollars, they are all nonsense fakes. In fact, there are not many people who can distinguish the first grade of blood swallow from ordinary bird's nest. The production of this product Not much more than the mother tree Dahongpao, even Qin Hao, as a radio and television cadre, has never heard of it, let alone tasted it.

Because it was the last dish, Fang Xuanling looked at Qin Hao's insatiable expression, and thought that this guy was born as a refugee, no, he was born as a runaway slave, he must belong to the grassroots class, and he must belong to the kind who can't eat enough. , looked at the blood swallow that he hadn't touched, and ordered the maid to send it to Qin Hao.

"When Da Lang was young, he probably didn't keep up with the food, and his body was a little weak. Now it's time for growth, so Da Lang will eat this blood swallow to make up for the deficit. I, a good man in the Tang Dynasty, should hold a strong bow and ride a strong horse Just do it."

Everyone also thought that Qin Hao didn't eat enough, although they didn't eat a few mouthfuls in total because they listened to Qin Hao's lecture, but they were all prime ministers, so it wouldn't matter if they missed a meal. Hao was at the age when he could eat, so he followed Fang Xuanling's example and gave Qin Hao the last cup of blood swallow.

Qin Hao was so moved. Although he was already full, and although he didn't want to admit that he was weak, he was definitely weak. It didn't matter if the blood swallow was in front of him, so he threw all the blood swallow They swallowed them all in their stomachs.

Changsun Wuji smiled and said: "There are still some things in my department, I'm afraid I don't have time to listen to the disaster relief plan."

Gao Shilian said with a smile: "After all, it needs to be discussed by the big guys, and it's not just Wuji. None of us is a bunch of official business this afternoon. I don't think it's better. Let’s write out the strategy and theories together, let’s tidy it up, and you will bring him back at noon tomorrow, and then you will discuss it with me in detail.”

Everyone also thought it was the best, and of course Qin Hao didn't care about it, so he could always be in the palace, so why not do it.

Ever since, Qin Hao was taken back by Fang Xuanling.

"I still have some business to deal with in Shangshu Province, so you go to the History Museum first, and I will pick you up later."

"Yes."

The Zhongshu Province is a special organization. It is close to Li Er's thief. The entire Zhongshu Province is equivalent to Li Er's secretarial team. , the rest, such as Addendum Doctor Jianyi Doctor, etc., are mostly honorary titles given to officials of other departments. Except for the office of the chief Fang Xuanling, the History Museum can stay for a while.

The History Museum is a subsidiary institution of the Ministry of Education, and Qin Hao is a genius who can write Romance of the Three Kingdoms, so this arrangement is quite appropriate.

Qin Hao doesn't care. The officials in the history museum are generally young melon eggs from the new department, and they belong to scholars who are not too old. They can observe and study politics while studying history in the history museum. It can be regarded as a Central Party school. He is alone Although he was still white in the history museum, at least he was more natural. Those historians also respected him and would not bark at each other.

After meeting with all the historians one by one, I thought it was just a greeting, and they would continue to bury their heads in the vast classics. Who would have thought that this is not the case at all. These potential stocks are mostly young, otherwise they would not Arranged to the center but released it directly, let these young people Haoshouqiongjing distinguish the authenticity from the boring historical materials, categorize them, and make excerpts. Several people have such a big addiction, so when they heard that the person who came was Qin Hao, all gathered around him chattering and twittering.

Qin Hao didn't even know that he was already a legend among young scholars.

The feeling of being surrounded by stars is so cool. I just had lunch in the Zhengshitang. The dishes are good, but the big bosses in the room really made his scalp tingle, as if a little chick fell into a group of ostriches , even if someone is willing to take you to play, I'm afraid I have to play with trepidation.

It is different in the History Museum. Although there is a gap in age, everyone is generally of the same generation. They can be regarded as talents for the next emperor, and Qin Hao, the future prime minister who is now living in Zhongshu Province, will naturally become the boss.

There is pouring water next to it, which smells a bit fragrant, and it is just a matter of massaging and beating my legs. I am quite comfortable to flatter myself.

One of the young men ground and boiled the tea leaves, and said: "I heard that brother Qin likes this kind of clear tea, you can try my handicraft and see if it suits your appetite."

Qin Hao couldn't help being surprised when he heard this. He had brewed tea a few times in Luoyang, and once in the prison of Dali Temple after he came to Chang'an. On the ground, how does this person know?
Seemingly knowing what Qin Hao was thinking, the man said: "Oh, this is what I heard from the jailer of Dali Temple talking about this matter, and I wrote it down when I found it interesting. When I got home, I learned your method and cooked two pots. The taste is indeed refreshing and elegant. "

As he said that, the man had already washed the tea leaves, skimmed off the foam, boiled them on the charcoal fire, and said: "I lost my father when I was young, and was brought up by my uncle. My uncle is Dai Zhou, Minister of Dali Temple. "

Oh, Qin Hao suddenly realized that he was Dai Zhou's nephew, so he knew that his habit was normal.

Ok?Dai Zhou's nephew?Why does it feel like something very important flashes through my mind.

"I don't know what Brother Dai's full name is?"

"Oh, my name is Dai Zhide, and the wording speaks for itself."

Dai Zhide. . . .It sounds familiar, damn it!Lao Tzu remembered.

Speaking of Dai Zhide, he is actually not a famous person. The reason why Qin Hao remembers it is because of a very interesting thing: most of the sons of the 24 ministers of Lingyan Pavilion did not die well.

And among the descendants of this group of 24 ministers, the only promising one is this Dai Zhide. Dai Zhou has no biological son, so this nephew was raised as his own son. Shooting is higher than Dai Zhou.

You must know that Wu Zetian hated the children of the Guanlong nobles the most. This Dai Zhide didn't hold Wu Mei's thighs. Not only did he not die, but he got mixed up with the prime minister. Who can compare?Qin Hao is still young, don’t want to, conservatively estimated that he must live until then, the ghost knows how much of his forward-looking knowledge is left, if he is involved in the struggle of constant cutting and chaos, how will he die? I don't even know, thinking of this, there is no reason not to hurry up and hug my thigh.

Qin Hao quickly grabbed Dai Zhide's hand and said, "Oh, Brother Xing, I really hit it off with you, brother, as if I've known you for a long time, why don't we swore together."

Qin Hao prepared in his heart that when Li Er died, he would follow Dai Zhide closely, and never stand in line randomly. At this time, he should first establish a good relationship.

Dai Zhide: "..."

(End of this chapter)