Early the next morning, before Mrs. Lin got up, Mr. Song, with a beaten face like a pig's head, secretly ran to ask Zhao San, rubbed his hands, and asked in a good-tempered manner: "Um, Zhao San

Guard, didn't my son ask you to bring me something?"

"what?"

"This!" Mr. Song made a money gesture.

Zhao San looked at him with disgust, and despised him fiercely. What kind of father is this? He is so unreliable. How did his family grow up like this? Such an unreliable father, and an aunt who wanted to kill him,

It’s not easy for them to grow up!

Rolling his eyes, Guard Zhao slapped the 6,000 taels of silver on the table and said, "Our Lords said, this is the 3,000 taels of housing allowance you gave him when he got married. Plus interest, he will pay it back now."

You have six thousand taels, and please don’t ask him for money in the future! We adults also spent the money from my wife’s dowry, and he is very poor!”

Afterwards, Zhao San took out a repayment document and asked Mr. Song to put his fingerprints on it.

Master Song curled his lips and scolded the little beast for being unfilial, but he still pressed his fingerprints with a smile on his face.

Six thousand taels! Hahaha, finally he can go out for another two months!

On the other side, on the official road along the Beijing-Hangzhou Canal, Song Chenhai checked the homework of his brothers in a carriage. In winter, the canal was blocked by ice, making it impossible to travel by boat, so the first half of the journey could only be done by land.

Along the way, Mr. Song took several boys and Song Qingyue around to let the children know about food crops. He also took them to wander in the towns they passed. He gave homework to several sons and asked them to write down what they thought that day.

Feeling.

Song Yaxin also wanted to go out to play with her father. When she heard that she had to do homework when going out with her brothers, she immediately pursed her lips and asked unconvincingly: "Does the third sister also have to do homework?"

"Of course, your third sister writes a travel diary every day."

Song Yaxin immediately shut up and went back to accompany her mother to do embroidery work.

In fact, Song Qingyue not only writes travel notes, she can also draw sketches. In her previous life, she loved reading comics since she was a child. She learned sketching from her grandfather who was an oil painting professor in junior high school. She also searched for painting tutorials on the Internet and taught herself comics. She can draw quickly and well.

, when I was in high school and college, I often secretly drew some less serious fan art.

However, she hid all those charcoal sketches of landscapes and only showed Mr. Song her travel notes, otherwise she would not be able to explain them clearly.

After passing Jining Prefecture, the canal was no longer blocked by ice and we could finally board the boat.

After that, they visited several cities on the boat, such as Xuzhou, Huai'an, and Yangzhou. When passing through Zhenjiang, Mr. Song specially took his wife Liang's hand to pay a visit to his direct descendant of the Song family who was the prefect of Zhenjiang.

Fang’s eldest son and first cousin Song Jianshuo.

This is purely to show off.

Song Qingyue clicked her tongue and shook her head: Mr. Song, I'm afraid he's drifting. If he continues to drift like this, he may capsize in the ditch.

Song Jianshuo was relatively unfazed. In fact, when he went to school with his cousin earlier, he discovered how powerful this younger brother was. He was indeed an outstanding person, and his luck was beyond question.

But he couldn't say for sure. The battles in the court were always fierce. Big trees attracted the wind, and guns killed the first birds. Song Jianming was in a high position at a young age. It was inevitable that the ship would capsize. He was really looking forward to the future between himself and his younger brother. Who would laugh the most?

at last!

After arriving in Hangzhou Prefecture, the group rested in Hangzhou City for five days. Song Qingyue wanted to see the silk factory and paper mill.

It was winter now, the silk had long been used up, and the silk mills were shut down. However, the local wealthy businessmen were still happy to receive the court officials, and took Mr. Song and several children to visit the suspended spinning mill.

The boss of the paper mill was so frightened that he almost had a heart attack when he heard that a second-grade official came to see him. When he heard that Mr. Song just wanted to take the children to see the paper-making process, he felt relieved and started to poop.

I personally took Mr. Song, several young masters of the Song family and a young lady to see their own paper mill.

In the end, Mr. Song was left to have a meal, which was regarded as a good relationship.

After returning home, Master Song read San Yatou's travel notes and asked her: "Little Guitou, where else do you want to visit?"

Song Qingyue thought for a while and said: "Bookstore and printing factory."

"Okay!" Mr. Song agreed immediately.

Hangzhou is a place where literary style flourishes. It is a good idea to buy more books in Hangzhou and take them to Lingnan.

So with Song Quan under his protection, Song Qingyue rushed into the bookstore and bought a bunch of strange novels, miscellaneous travel notes, recipes, medical books, agricultural affairs, engineering, etc. In short, they were all miscellaneous books, a whole box, one or two of each book

It cost Mr. Song several hundred taels of silver.

But Mr. Song didn't feel bad. He knew that Song Qingyue was a little kid with big ideas, and he decided that one day he would come up with a magic trick that was as good as potatoes or corns, so that he could show his face in front of His Majesty.

Mr. Song took his eldest son Song Chenhai and his second son Song Chenxu to the most famous Wansong Academy in Hangzhou, met with the director of Wansong Academy, and had a chat with the old director. His two sons listened and took notes.

When Mr. Song was the magistrate of Guangzhou Prefecture, he often pretended to be a salesman and went into the fields to understand the people's sentiments. Although he was young, he had rich experience and was a first-class Jinshi. He asked several questions that Lao Shanchang couldn't answer for a while.

The students who came to listen to the talk enjoyed themselves and wanted to invite Mr. Song to come again for the talk tomorrow.

After returning home, Song Chenhai and Song Chenxu sorted out their listening notes, and Mr. Song also asked each of them to write a reflection.

It was rare that Song Chenxu wrote a few beginnings, but felt that he couldn't understand it. He balled up the paper and rewrote it. He struggled until midnight and couldn't figure out the reason. He went to ask Mr. Song for advice, and Mr. Song touched his son's head and asked him to do it.

Rest, and continue to follow him to Wansong Academy to audit tomorrow.

Song Qingyue came over to join in the fun and wanted to watch.

When Mr. Song went to Wansong Academy again the next day, he found that the mountain chief had also invited two highly respected old scholars from Chongwen Academy and Ziyang Academy. The place for the conversation was in a pavilion on the mountain behind the academy. Outside the pavilion was surrounded by black waves.

There was a large group of students, including those from Wansong Academy and the other two academies.

Mr. Song is so famous now. The nineteen-year-old Tanhualang and the thirty-two-year-old second-rank official are simply a role model for all scholars! Everyone comes here because of his fame.

A conversation centered on conservatism and innovation. The three old mountain chiefs were also officials in the past. After a conversation, they discovered that Mr. Song was not only a man who was well versed in the ways of being an official and a person, but also a man of action. Among them, "

This was the first time they had heard the expression "crossing the river by feeling for the stones".

"Since we cannot predict the results of many policies after their actual implementation, everything has advantages and disadvantages. Instead of arguing endlessly and letting things stop progressing, it is better to pilot it on a small scale first, and then modify and supplement if there are any loopholes. After the policy is perfected, we can

It can be promoted on a large scale.”

Well! This is the secret magic weapon that Mr. Song used to implement all matters smoothly during his six years as the governor of Guangzhou Prefecture!

That day, after Master Song took the children down the mountain, several old gentlemen still felt a little unfinished and couldn't help but sigh: "The next generation is to be feared, the next generation is to be feared!"

After leaving Hangzhou, everyone took a carriage to Yongshan County. Yongshan County is opposite the Zhoushan Islands, and the sea breeze in winter is mostly from the northwest. It was just right to take a sea boat from Yongshan County along the east coast and go south with the wind to Guangzhou.

This was the first time for the children and Mr. Liang to see the sea. The boundless blue filled everyone's heart with shock.

Just like a few years ago, Mr. Song went to Guangzhou Mansion in Lingnan with the anger of being suppressed by Mr. Song. The moment he saw the sea, his heart suddenly became enlightened. He realized how insignificant he was. Between the sun, moon, heaven and earth, he was so short.

In the life of a mayfly, everything is really just a passing trivial matter.

Ten days later, everyone finally arrived at Chaozhou Pier. Most of the people who were born and raised in the capital were already dying due to seasickness, especially Liang and the eldest lady Song Yaxin.

Master Song could not delay taking office, so he had to let his seasick family members stay in Chaozhou Prefecture to recuperate, while he took the first step and went to the Chief Secretary's Yamen of Guangzhou Prefecture to take up his post.
Chapter completed!