The autumn in Bianjing is still relatively cool, and it feels a little cool when I wake up in the morning. The Zeng brothers got up early to study, and the scholars rang out in the backyard.

Ouyang Bian, who heard the sound of reading, also got up, and did nothing else. He lay on the lounge chair in the backyard, listening to the Zeng brothers' reading.

Zeng Gong saw this and didn't care. Zeng Bu was a little embarrassed: "I said, monk, it's a great time, why don't you study? It's fine if you don't study, just sleep in the house. Why do you have to lie down and sleep here?"

Ouyang Bian opened his sleepy eyes: "For some reason, listen to your reading sounds and sleep with extra sweetness."

Zeng brothers: “…”

Listen, is this human word?

We are working hard to endorse, but you actually regard our endorsement sound as a lullaby?

However, Zeng Bu soon became happy again because Ouyang Bian spent a lot of money to invite the breakfast made by the Cantonese chef, which was delivered.

The autumn is cool, and Ouyang Bian has someone put a big table in the backyard and put a dazzling array of breakfast on it.

In fact, Cantonese cuisine was not very good at this time. The development of Cantonese cuisine had to wait until the late Song Dynasty, Emperor Shao of Song fled south and brought the imperial chef to Guangdong Province. The palace food production method was integrated with the cuisine of Guangdong Province, which was the development of unique Cantonese cuisine.

However, after eating breakfast from later generations, Ouyang Bian knew what to do, so he hired a Cantonese chef and told him his thoughts. After a long period of experiments, he copied the morning tea from later generations into seven or eight.

The Zeng brothers are from Fujian and have a light taste. They especially like to eat rice. They are not very used to Henan pasta. It is a very happy thing to eat rice frequently when they come to Ouyang Bian, let alone this Cantonese dish that is quite consistent with the taste of Fujian people.

Ouyang Bian is growing and eating is quite fierce, which makes people who follow him feel particularly sweet.

So the Zeng brothers put down their books and started eating and drinking together.

Ouyang Bian introduced while eating: "The characteristic of Cantonese breakfast is one word, freshness! Whether it is meat, fish, or shrimps and crabs, you can choose the freshest ones to make so that you can eat the most authentic taste of the ingredients themselves..."

Of course, it’s delicious. The Zeng brothers ate very happily, but I always feel a little embarrassed. The breakfast table is full of, and the more delicious it is, the more expensive it is.

My brothers lived and ate, and they all ate good dishes, not to mention that they spent a lot of money to go to the restaurant these days, and the white silver was spent like flowing water.

Zeng Fu was eating delicious food, but he was in his heart: "Monk, isn't it good for us to eat like this? I always feel a little uneasy when the poor people outside eat braised vegetables."

Ouyang Bian laughed. Are you going to talk about economics by yourself again?

But I heard Zeng Gong scolding, "I told you to read more books and not listen to these uninformed words. I asked you to read the monk's Theory of Wealth of the Kingdom. I called you many times but didn't listen. If you read it, you wouldn't ask such stupid words."

Zeng Fu was a little confused: "National Wealth Discussion talks about these things? Isn't it about business matters?"

Zeng Mou smiled and said, "My second brother is right. You are asking you not to read, but you still hold on to the old ideas you used to. You can take the time to read carefully to expand your knowledge.

Having said that, monk, your wealth of nations is very well written. After reading it, many of my previous ideas were subverted. Now, if you want to see things, your vision and depth are different. The court should really list this book as a subject for the imperial examination to take the exam specifically."

Ouyang Bian raised his head from the dish and smiled and said, "Brother Zigu and Brother Zixuan have seen my wealth theory. That is really my honor. It is just my own opinion, and there is no need to take it too seriously."

Although Ouyang Bian said it lightly, he was very happy. The more he admired him, the greater his influence on the Zeng brothers in the future.

Although Zeng Gong is his father's disciple and is born close, if he does not show enough ability, he may not have much say.

If you show enough strength, then asking Zeng Gong and others to do something is not asking each other, but helping each other.

Ouyang Bian himself does not want to go on a career, so it is very necessary to make friends with these future stars. His business must be bigger and bigger. The bigger the business, the more people they covet.

It was okay when Ouyang Xiu was alive. If Ouyang Xiu died, such a huge family property would bring disaster.

Ouyang Fa and his brothers were not very proud, and they were not particularly smart people. Although they were not stupid, they were still much worse than the Zeng brothers, Su brothers, etc. of their contemporaries.

Fortunately, Ouyang Xiu has a broad friendship, so his future Oumen disciples can support the sky.

With the future giants such as Wang Anshi and Sima Guang recommended by Ouyang Xiu, as long as they manage their relationship well, it will definitely be safe and secure to be a rich man.

Ouyang Bian is very satisfied with his current life and his expected life in the future. As long as he doesn't think of his situation in his later years, most of them are very happy.

The so-called old age was when Ouyang Bian was in his seventies or eighties, when the Northern Song Dynasty was destroyed and he was driven to Jiangnan.

Although he was a prophet, he could go to Jiangnan to make plans first, even if there was no way, he could still live an extremely comfortable life in Jiangnan.

But when the country is broken, I may not be happy.

Ouyang Bian dared not think about these things, and he felt a headache when he thought about them. Sometimes he envied these ignorant Song people. Because he didn't know, he could live happily, but he, as a prophet, had to bear a lot of pressure.

This kind of pain is not what he will experience in the future, but the feeling of being powerless even though he knows something is going to happen, he feels too bad.

Ouyang Bian had thought about doing something, but facing many huge vested interest groups, Ouyang Bian immediately became timid.

He knew that even as a time traveler, his power and knowledge were still extremely weak in the face of national interest groups.

So he didn't dare to think about changing anything, but just tried his best to make some changes, such as writing books like the Wealth of the Country, which opened their horizons to the elites of the Song Dynasty. Maybe they would be inspired and made some contributions.
Chapter completed!