Yang Lin looked at the peasant girl going away and regretted not asking her name.
He expanded his chest and said: "I look at the scenery here, the scenery is very beautiful, there are mountain springs and streams, and the vegetation is lush. The driver should stop in the forest and have a picnic first.
If you don’t have enough fun, we’ll set up a tent here and we’ll stay here tonight.”
Everyone cheered, and the servants, maids, maids, etc. all got busy.
Although Zhaodefang is luxurious, it can be boring if you are always trapped in it. Yang Lin gave the order and his concubines immediately started to have fun.
Zhong Guiyi pulled him to a green water pool, where he saw a pool of green water with clear spring water. It was probably no more than three acres wide, surrounded by lush vegetation, and the scenery was extremely beautiful.
Little Taozi excitedly pulled him over to fish, and Yang Lin was happy to rest here. Someone had hung fish food for him, so he could take a nap just by sitting there.
The customs of the Northern Song Dynasty were such that the so-called Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism had not yet appeared. The people had a legacy of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and family outings were not uncommon.
What's more, today is the last day. After tonight, all the recreational areas on the outskirts of the city will be turned into farmland.
Therefore, there are many officials, merchants and people going out to play around, but they can't get inside.
In this way, the safety of the family is ensured, after all, there are forbidden troops guarding the outside.
It's quiet and peaceful around the Bianhe River.
In an empty open space on the river bank, bamboo poles were inserted into the ground, and a fabric fence was built close to the river. Only the side facing the river was exposed to view the scenery. Inside the fence, there were silk and bamboo orchestras, and the sound of singing and music could be faintly heard. I don’t know what it was.
People bring prostitutes here for fun.
A group of scribes, wearing crowns and scarves, sat together and talked.
What he is talking about is nothing more than various anecdotes in Bianliang recently. After all, it still falls on the monument of traitors.
Sima Guang, Su Shi, and Su Che were all famous and romantic figures. Unexpectedly, they were labeled as traitors by Cai Jing and Yang Lin, and had monuments engraved on them in the imperial city where all the officials who went to court could see them.
This move caused Shilin to criticize him verbally and in writing, and an overwhelming number of poems were written to complain about the "Yuanyou Old Party".
"How dare you be so famous with three handsome men? Drinking like a sip is worthy of being one of the Eight Immortals. Chunxi left behind young and old, but in the end Yuanyou and several others were all gone."
After reciting a poem, the people around him cheered loudly, as if he had drunk wine, and he felt very happy to point out the country.
A man who happened to pass by frowned, pressed his hat and left.
This man walked around a few times and soon appeared in front of Yang Lin, telling Yang Lin everything he saw and heard.
Yang Lin was no longer in the mood for fishing. He frowned and pondered. His reputation was already bad, but if he was ruined by this group of rotten literati, what if there was a big change, such as the Jingkang scandal or something like that, or there was someone in the court?
If something big happens, I will definitely be pushed out as the scapegoat.
After all, with such a bad reputation, only killing one person would quell public anger. In fact, many of his actions were for the benefit of the people.
But the people don't care about this. It is their nature to follow the crowd and blindly follow the crowd. They only know that they are arrogant and domineering, and they are slanderous and flattering.
I won’t think about who controlled the Yellow River, who solved the food crisis in Bianliang, who squared La, destroyed Xixia, and conquered Dali.
At present, the evil trend in the scholarly community will soon become more and more intense. Almost all of those disciples and former officials of Yuanyou's old party are scholars.
If one person writes a few sour words and twisted poems, it will be completely irreparable. Once a reputation is ruined, it is extremely difficult to recover.
How to clear up
Yang Lin suddenly felt blessed. Who was he? He had been influenced by the media era of later generations. He had seen too much whitewashing.
Those scandals that were exposed to the public through videos and exposed to the eyes of the world can be successfully whitewashed and diverted from attention. What does this mean to me?
Some ordinary people, scholars, and officials have met Yang Lin, and some really know him, but they are just spreading rumors.
As long as you build momentum and publicize your great achievements and noble moral character, it is not easy to whitewash.
Thinking of this, Yang Lin suddenly felt the fishing rod sink, and he swung hard and pulled in a big fish.
Zhong Taoer, who was holding back her energy to compete with him, dropped her face and stared at the water more intently.
But after Yang Lin got up, he put the fish back into the river and called Lu Qian.
"Shaozai, you called me?"
Yang Lin nodded and said, "Is Yin Muhong here?"
"In the camp behind, chatting with Mrs. Qian."
Yang Lin said: "Go and call him to me."
After a while, Yin Muhong came over with his head held high. At first glance, this guy had a straight waist, suave and elegant, a white face and a long beard, and looked like a great scholar.
If Yang Lin didn't know that he was full of bad intentions, Yang Lin would be in a daze every time he saw him, thinking that this person wouldn't be so bad.
Yin Muhong bowed gently and said: "Young Master."
Yang Lin squinted at him, rolled his eyes, and said, "Now write a poem to praise me."
With such a shameless request, Yin Muhong's face turned red and he was out of breath. He seemed to have heard a very normal thing and said in a deep voice: "The government office is sleeping in bed and knocking on the bamboo, especially the sound of suffering among the people. Mo Yan is high in the sky, and every branch is covered with leaves.
It’s always about love.”
Yang Lin's eyes lit up and he said, stroking his palms: "One more song!"
Yin Muhong began to pace, and said as he walked: "The young master went down to the south of the Yangtze River three times, facing the sky with his sleeves facing the sky in the breeze. The scholars and people of Hangzhou sent farewell to each other, just as they drank wine and held the mountain spring."
Yang Lin stood up, patted his shoulder, and said: "Old Yin, you go now and gather a group of literati, the more the better. Every day, they have to take care of enough food and wine, recite poems and poems, sing my praises, and praise me.
Praise me to death. It would be better to provide them with money so that they can travel around and leave their glorious deeds in the mountains and rivers of the Song Dynasty."
Yin Muhong's eyes lit up, he nodded and said, "I understand, I understand."
"After I go back, I will ask someone to allocate money to you. Remember not to worry about money. As long as you are talented in poetry and famous, you will receive extra money. You can control this yourself. I will give you one every month.
Wan Guan!"
Although he had known Yang Lin's generosity for a long time, Yin Muhong was still shocked. He was chatting with his daughter just now and found out that every pearl on her head was a treasure.
I really don’t know how much wealth the Yang family has amassed by relying on Yang Lin’s power and the special mission of Long Live Camp.
What's even more frightening is that this wealth is still increasing over the years. If nothing else, there is no one knows how much money is hidden in the merchant ships that come and go in Xujiazhuang, Michigan.
In the northwest, south of the Yangtze River, and the soon-to-be-conquered southwest, the Long Live Battalion, in the name of building Genyue Shoushan, has formed a trade route that runs through the entire Song Dynasty, connecting the Western Regions of Japan and the Youyan Jiaozhi.
Treasures from all over the world flowed into Genyue Shoushan Mountain for the emperor to appreciate, but the Long Live Camp behind it contained so much power.