Chapter Eleven Talking about the Song Dynasty Fengyue Field
Yang Lin used to read and practice calligraphy every day for more than ten years, and never neglected it. In order not to appear too strange, Yang Lin now also goes through the procedure, but it is just a quick glance, not very distracted.
He has already memorized the Nine Classics and Three Chapters by heart, and even if he does not recite them every day, it will not delay the next provincial examination.
In the Song Dynasty, when selecting scholars, they had to take a poetry test. I carefully recalled the poems Yang Lin had written before, and they were all mediocre works. Although the previous owner of this body was erudite, memorized, and studied hard, he was not as good as the genius.
The two words are completely unrelated, and they do not have the talent and aura of the poets of the Song Dynasty who are everywhere today.
If he were to take the provincial examination in an orderly manner, even if he could pass, he would only be on the back foot. Although he had caught up with Cai Jing and Tong Guan in advance, being a Jinshi could still save him a lot of trouble.
The weather was getting colder, and the late autumn west wind was caressing the sycamores in the courtyard. Yang Lin stretched out, put down the "Gongyang Biography" he had been reading for a long time, and turned around to see Jin'er holding her chin with one hand, sleeping soundly. The little maid is sleeping soundly this year.
He was only fourteen years old, and it was the time when he was most tired of these things. Yang Lin couldn't help but recall the endless sleepiness he felt in the classroom when he was fourteen years old.
No wonder these saints can become saints. Any words they say can have a hypnotic effect. Their power is really boundless. I wonder why the more they chant, the more sleepy they become.
Yang Lin laughed at himself and gently pushed open the wooden door of the study room. A gust of cold wind blew in. Jin'er was startled and called out sleepily: "Master, have you finished reading?"
Yang Lin ignored this little confusion and expanded his chest against the west wind that filled the courtyard. The sky in the Song Dynasty was clear and blue, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers and plants in the air, which made people feel refreshed.
Jin'er came skipping over with her hands behind her back, her voice sweet and waxy as she just woke up: "Master, it's such a nice day, why don't you go out for a walk?"
Xiao Nizi has been following Yang Lin out recently, and she is almost addicted to it. After all, it is the nature of a teenage girl, and she does not like to be bored in the Yang family's big house with nine entrances and nine exits.
Yang Lin shook his head and said: "Today I invited a few masters to teach Yang Tianai and them some boxing and kicking skills. None of these idiots are motivated in their studies. It seems that we need to teach them in accordance with their aptitude."
Jin'er let out a slightly disappointed sound. At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside, followed by Yang San's iconic duck voice: "Dalang, there are some Gongsheng students outside, and they want to invite Dalang to the party.
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Gongsheng in the Song Dynasty was also called Juren. Different from Juren in later generations, this Gongsheng was a temporary qualification.
If you pass the prefectural examination in the local state capital, you will become a Gongsheng student and have the qualifications to go to Beijing to take the exam. If you do not pass the Jinshi this time, sorry, you will not be eligible to participate in the big exam three years later unless you take the prefectural exam again.
Obtain Gongsheng qualification.
The government examination is also called the Jie examination. Only Yang Lin, who ranked first, will be called Jie Yuan. It can be said that these Gong students are all his contemporaries and will go to Beijing to take the provincial examination together in the future.
It was hard to refuse this kind of gathering. Yang Lin looked back and saw that Jin'er's face was full of pride and her smile turned into a crescent moon. She couldn't help but said angrily: "Now your wish is fulfilled. Change into decent clothes. Let's
Let’s go and meet the talented people from Yangzhou City.”
"Isn't the talented man from Yangzhou the young master?"
"Haha, my little mouth is covered with honey, and my words are so sweet."——
Yang Lin comes from a merchant family. Even though his family is wealthy, the people he associates with in the academy are children from ordinary families.
Although businessmen were not prohibited from participating in the imperial examinations in this era, it was the late Northern Song Dynasty when etiquette was gradually gaining traction, and the children of the gentry and officials had some arrogance in their hearts.
When they came to the lobby, a group of scholars were pointing at the calligraphy and paintings in the hall of Yang Lin's house. Their faces were either envious, arrogant or obsessed.
Yang Lin coughed lightly, and everyone gathered around him. Some of them were very affectionate, while some were silent behind him.
"Dalang, I heard that you were sick a few days ago, have you been able to take advantage of it?"
"Da Lang, they said that you are a guest of the royal family. Is this the case?"
"Everyone, be quiet!" A young-looking scholar raised his hand and said loudly: "Da Lang, when I heard that you recovered, I collected the money to serve you a drink in Qingyin Pavilion to celebrate."
This is a close friend of Yang Lin. His name is unknown to everyone in later generations. His surname is Qin and his given name is Huizhi. At this time, this traitorous minister does not look like a traitor at all.
Ling's son, but his father is relatively clean and his family is very poor.
Yang Lin laughed dryly. Even though he was a well-known gentleman, this body was a frequent visitor to brothels in the past. The market economy in the Song Dynasty brought prosperity and openness to society.
It was a beautiful era when etiquette was in ruins. At this time, brothels were already a place that everyone from the social elite flocked to. From the king to the merchants, the literati and the nobles all enjoyed themselves with prostitutes.
Visiting a brothel in the Song Dynasty was not a sign of depravity, it was even very elegant. Of course, it also had to be classified into classes.
There are roughly three types of fireworks customers in the Song Dynasty. The first type is the working people at the bottom. They go purely to meet their personal physiological needs. The place they go to is called "yaozi". They can't get on the stage and are low-end at the bottom.
The sensual one is a real pornographic transaction, not a beautiful erotic transaction. It is a place where ordinary people, especially the poor men without wives, often visit to satisfy their physiological needs. It is a real paradise for delinquent women.
Some poor gangsters placed a few naked female beggars in a small house on the roadside, cut a few small holes in the wall, and let the female beggars put on a reality show inside for the distracted prostitutes on the roadside to watch.
, when he couldn't hold it any longer, he went in and paid, and then picked someone to do the work. According to records, the per capita consumption was only seven cents! To ask how cheap it was, you have to know that in the Song Dynasty, it cost three cents to eat a steamed bun.
Generally speaking, wealthy businessmen and officials are mainly interested in good looks (appearance), and these people also go there for good looks. There are often those old courtesans who are redeemed as concubines by them. Meeting someone with a good temperament is a way out.
The literati and famous people are not only interested in appearance but also talent. They are more interested in reciting poems and writing poems, which are arty and very poor. They often spend a lot of money just to win the beauty's smile, and even their little hands can't touch it.
Surprisingly, little did he know that behind these talented and talented beauties there was a man who was so hot that he felt like vomiting. It seemed like the tycoons of later generations would reward the female anchors.
The Qingyin Pavilion that Yang Lin and the others were going to naturally belonged to the third type. Several of the top figures in the pavilion were highly valued and were among the top oirans in Yangzhou.
Even Jin'er behind him does not exclude his young master from entering the brothel. You must know that this is not only a normal social activity, but also a very elegant behavior.
Qingyin Pavilion is not a restaurant, but a group of elegant garden courtyards, with pink walls and mandarin duck tiles, Zhuhu animal rings, flying eaves reflecting the lush green locust trees, and embroidered doors facing the lush green bamboo.
The beauty of the environment cannot be compared with that of ordinary gentry. It is the top romantic place in Yangzhou.
Yang Lin was familiar with everything here. Even so, following Qin Hui around the brothel still made him feel a little dazed.
Have I been in a relationship with a treacherous minister in my life? The contract was sent out, and there is no investment speed. I will probably change the status the day after tomorrow. I will earn some coins and wait for someone to make the first order for me. Thank you brothers for asking for other recommendations.