After many years, the Daxiangguo Temple International Food Festival held every autumn has become an indispensable life for Bianliang people. In their minds, it is even a day comparable to traditional carnival festivals such as Qixi Festival and Lantern Festival. They bring back countless wonderful, delicious memories.
The majority of Bianliang citizens never imagined that the original intention of this festival was just to promote a kind of fish.
Yunyan danced back to explain the meaning of the food festival to the abbot, and explained how to do the food festival, how to recruit participants, including the international friend Chef Fanbang, and imagined the grand occasion of the food festival.
"Calm down, Brother Yan," the abbot said suspiciously, "Have you been thinking about this festival for a long time, so that you can take the opportunity to eat."
Yunyan replied: "..."
Yun Yan replied, "Abbot, how can you doubt my character?"
The abbot was ashamed, it was really Yun Yanhui who worked too hard on food on weekdays. He vaguely remembered to mention that a large part of Yun Yanhui's money was used to improve his diet.
How many people are better off than Yunyan, who are reluctant to eat. Refined grain and fine noodles, but his family eats it every day and every day, especially after he started to take charge of the economy, he is more concerned with quality.
Abbot: "Because I think you make money to eat better." And now he has come up with an idea of making money and eating good food, isn't it doubtful? It's all about eating, just about eating everything.
To hold a festival, you must taste the dishes beforehand, right? This alone is going to go to heaven!
"..." Yun Yan replied, "I was speechless."
The abbot touched his beard, "However, your idea is indeed a good one, but it's not good to call our Daxiangguo Temple openly, right?"
If this is done, it will indeed help the Daxiangguo Temple to expand its influence and increase its income, and the launch of Hehuayu on this is also very suitable. But, monks hold food festivals? It doesn't seem right.
If it is still a gray area for cultivating crocodiles, it would be too blatant to hold a food festival by yourself, which must include meat.
Yun Yan smiled back and said, "This food festival will not be called the Daxiangguo Temple International Food Festival in the end, but an international food festival sponsored and named by a certain businessman and held in the Daxiangguo Temple, and this Merchants, you can ask us to help contact the stores you know to settle in. The most important thing is that when we publicize externally, we will put the name of the merchant in the front, so we need to charge a certain fee to advertise it.”
In the eyes of the general public, this is just another form of temple fair. It is held in Daxiangguo Temple, but whether its content violates the teachings and has nothing to do with Daxiangguo Temple. In today's secularized temples, it is very important. ordinary.
In this way, it can also take the opportunity to blur the gray nature of Hehua fish.
The abbot nodded again and again, "If this business is related to food, wouldn't it be better?"
"That's the reason, the abbot is wise. This is the first time, maybe only part of the cost can be recovered by advertising. If it is successful, we will do it again in the future, and we may earn all the expenses before we do it! "Yun Yan back and chattered about Zhan Zhan, and the abbot was elated when he heard it.
Abbot: "It's just that this matter is very important... I'm afraid you can't be responsible for it alone."
If you want to hold a brand new festival, if you just hand it over to Yun Yanhui as a child, it will inevitably be talked about, not to mention that Yun Yanhui may not be able to control it alone. Although Yun Yanhui has been able to prove his ability a lot at present, he hasn't played so much in the past few times.
Yun Yan replied in surprise, "What?"
Abbot: "Uh, think about it, you only have one person, if you want to hold such a large-scale festival..."
"No, no, I mean," Yun Yan replied, "you just trust me so much that you don't need to discuss it with other people? Just start thinking about who will host it?"
Abbot: "..." Didn't you try so hard to convince me!
However, the abbot suddenly realized that he didn't seem to suspect that Yun Yanhui's plan would be opposed by everyone, but he couldn't pass it.
"Cough cough... Although we have your achievements in the past, we are very trustworthy... But, this, we still can't be complacent..." The abbot embarrassedly told Yun Yan about his mentality, and then explained that he needed to call a few capable monks to help him. He helped.
"Why don't you do it like this, Abbot, I will recruit some monks from various courtyards to form a food festival to organize various matters of the premier food festival. There will also be many monks who are prepared, and I will even set up a publicity group. The monks will definitely come in." Yun Yanhui is used to being in modern times, and is used to all kinds of well-organized management methods, "This organization is temporary, and it will be disbanded when the food festival is over."
"Okay!" The abbot agreed at once, which was indeed much more convenient to arrange, and because it was a temporary organization, it was not necessary for everyone to study for a long time whether it was reasonable to set up a new organization.
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So, Yun Yanhui, the newly appointed chief planner of the food festival, found a group of people in the whole temple and put them in the festival. For Yun Yanhui, it is only allowed to succeed and not to fail.
Fortunately, Daxiangguo Temple has held temple fairs five times a month for many years. Not to mention, the monks in the temple have a lot of experience in organizing large-scale events, and some of them are capable.
In this way, he first pulled up the planning team, gathered the brainpower of everyone, wrote out the overall planning plan, discussed and revised it, and then handed it over to the abbot for review to see if there were any unreasonable things.
After the overall plan is written, tasks will be assigned according to the plan, and each group will do the work of each group in an orderly manner, busy but not chaotic.
The monks under Yun Yan returned to the city, talking about title sponsorship, and looking for food, including a considerable number of Fanbang people, because it was an "international" food festival. This is the characteristic of Bianliang, Hushang exchanges, a food festival held in an international capital city, if it is not international enough, it is not that it is not enough atmosphere.
Yun Yanhui feels quite comfortable. Working as an employee in a state-owned enterprise with strong capital such as Daxiangguo Temple, although there is no organization, the treatment is good, and the boss trusts him. He will give money to people for any major project he plans, and occasionally he can make some money. The boss of Waikuai also gives full support. It's really touching, isn't it
Under such circumstances, Yun Yan could rest for a while, and was quite corpse at home, allowing Zheng Ping to give him beauty treatments.
Some time ago, because of the problem of whitening, I registered with Lingran, prescribed some medicine, bought face wash and face cream. As a result, Xiaobao became interested. After all, his brother was indeed a lot darker, and he only raised a little bit.
So Xiaobao went to and understands to study how to enhance the whitening effect, and finally they developed a cream mask...
Wash it off after applying it on the face for a while, the effect is obvious at that time, and it can be consolidated and strengthened after long-term use.
After Zheng Ping got it, she tried it for herself, and then she couldn't put it down. When Yun Yan came back, she forced him to smear her face.
Yunyan asked back when Xiaobao and Liran made it together, and almost fell on the spot, "Why do you look like you've traveled..."
Yun Yanhui, who was mumbling in a low voice, was put on a pale green "mask" by Zheng Ping, and then Zheng Ping, Shuang Yi, and Xiao Bao also put on each other, and the family of four lay on the balcony with their eyes closed.
"Brother Yan!" Zheng Ling's voice came from a distance.
Yun Yan recalled, ah, today should be another day off...
"What are you doing?" Zheng Ling's voice approached.
The four of them sat up on the floor one after another, "Xiao Ling is here..."
When the words fell, Zheng Ling was so frightened by their faces that he stepped back again and again, and was almost tripped over by Shi Zi'er and sat on the ground, "Why did you turn your face green, what is this, sticky."
Yun Yan replied: "Knowing Master and Xiaobao have researched that topical application can make us whiter. According to my mother, I need this especially recently."
"Then you can't apply it in broad daylight either, it scares me to death." Zheng Ling stepped forward with lingering fears and took a closer look.
Yun Yan replied: "Wouldn't this be more scary if it was applied at night?"
"Yeah..." Zheng Ling thought about it too. If a candle is lit at night, his face will be green. If he encounters outsiders, it is indeed easier to scare people to death.
"Give me a hand, it's time for me to wash my face." Yun Yan stretched out her hand and asked Zheng Ling to pull him up, then went to the well to wash her face.
Zheng Ling followed him step by step, "Brother Yan, you've been too busy recently, and you can't see you all the time. I've been here several times, but you're not at home."
"I'm busy making money." Yun Yan replied lazily.
Zheng Ling held his face and said enviously, "Brother Yan, you are so kind. You can do whatever you like. I don't want to go to school at all..."
Yun Yan sneered back and said, "What's wrong with you, your grandfather is still a Hanlin bachelor, doesn't he wonder why you don't have any talent in reading?"
"Of course I'm wondering, my father often said whether I was his own son." Zheng Linggan laughed twice, "I think it may be that my grandfather and father have used up our family's talents..."
Yun Yan replied seriously: "Xiao Ling, it's okay if you don't study, but you should always think about what you should do in the future, right?"
It was rare for Yun Yanhui to talk about this kind of thing so seriously, and Zheng Ling had to stand up and said embarrassedly: "My father wants to call me an official, but I feel that at my level, it will be very painful. In fact, I myself, I prefer to draw…”
Yun Yan was taken aback for a moment, "Are you still painting?"
Zheng Ling said in a low voice, "Actually, I drew a lot of kesi and embroidery patterns for the mother... but my father was not happy, so I don't draw much now."
Yun Yanhui suddenly realized, it seems that Zheng Ling just did not inherit his father's literary talent, but inherited his artistic skills.
You don't need to look at Yun Yanhui to know that Zheng Ling's paintings should be good. His grandmother's needlework is quite exquisite. Yun Yanhui has seen it once, and with his eyes beside Zheng Ping, you can see the small objects on Zheng Ling's grandmother's body. It's good, and generally do it yourself.
Since Zheng Ling can draw embroidery patterns for such an embroidery master, his strength will never be weak.
Yun Yan patted Zheng Ling's shoulder back, "Three hundred and sixty lines, you will become the champion, your father is not happy now, but if you become the saint in the painting, the king in the painting, etc., he will Would you be happy?"
Zheng Ling: "..."
Zheng Ling complained: "This is too slim."
"Well... Okay," Yun Yan said while looking back at him, "Then the Shusheren in the painting...? The prefect...? The village chief is not so unpromising, right?"
Zheng Ling: "..."