"Kaifeng Prefecture Yin's Notebook" Bao Zheng held it, bored. In late summer and early autumn, cicadas chirped like drums on the locust trees planted in the Yamen courtyard of Kaifeng Prefecture. I heard from the previous governor that in April and May, the sophora flowers fell like snow, and the flowers had a sweet fragrance. Some people came in to collect the fallen sophora flowers and make them into cakes, and they did not forget to give some to the Yamen. Bao Zheng and the others only arrived here five days ago. Naturally, any delicious scenery will have to wait until next year, but this work is a bit more relaxing than he expected.
I don't know whether it's because he is new to this place, young and has no family fortune, so he can't be trusted by the people; or it's because those local gangsters give him face... In short, these days, he sits under the high mirror from morning to night every day, looking through the autumn water, but no one comes in. Except Gongsun Ce and Zhan Zhao.