The most lively part of the Lantern Ceremony was undoubtedly the last section, but Yang Lin had no interest in it and went back to his hometown after he resigned.
The initial issuance of banknotes was sold out as soon as it started, which made the members of the Bianliang Chamber of Commerce breathe a sigh of relief after being nervous for a month.
People in the chamber of commerce high-fived and congratulated each other, and their faces were all beaming with joy.
Wang Yun came upstairs to announce the good news, only to find out that Yang Shaozai had already left. He felt a little regretful that he had missed the opportunity, and took the members of the chamber of commerce to celebrate at the banquet that had been arranged earlier.
At the beginning of the lanterns, people were already crowding around the Xiu Tower. Yang San helplessly spread his hands and said, "Da Lang, there is no way to catch the car back home."
This lantern ceremony has made a lot of noise. The people of Kaifeng are known to love to join in the fun and noise. People are coming and going on the streets. Xiulou has already reported it to the government. You can set off fireworks as much as you like tonight and hang them.
Lanterns.
Even in Bianliang City, Kaifeng Prefecture, the entertainment activities for the people were scarce enough. Although the merchants held a grand ceremony tonight, it really attracted a lot of people to enjoy it, and even the emperor was alarmed.
Since the last time Yang Lin advised him, Zhao Ji has been convinced that the brothel girls will tarnish his godhood. The Holy Master of Shenxiao Palace cannot be contaminated by the dust. Li Shishi has disappeared, and tonight's trip is not in his eyes, but in his eyes.
Concentrate on admiring the lanterns.
Several white-faced and beardless servants followed him, with their hands and bodies full of daggers. They watched the officials guess lantern riddles along the way. They could guess the riddles after reading them once and won all the small prizes.
Yang Lin leaned on the railing on the roof and had a clear view. Yang San smiled and said: "Dalang, it's rare for it to be so lively, let's squeeze out!"
He looked back at Li Yuniang, who was bulging forward and backward, and Yang Tianai, who was small and cute. After squeezing out, he didn't know how many naughty idlers he would encounter.
The atmosphere of the Northern Song Dynasty was open and open, which was quite reminiscent of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. They did not hide women at home like they did in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
Women in the countryside have to work in the fields just like men. In the city, there are also many neatly dressed women wearing blue and white handkerchiefs around their waists and buns in these rice shops, drug stores, restaurants, tailor shops, and mutton and pork shops.
Operate from a shop.
Men and women are constantly coming and going on the streets, and some ladies and ladies from wealthy families are walking on the streets openly and are not afraid of showing their faces.
Every time there is a grand ceremony, a group of idle men take to the streets and wander around among the crowds. When they see a woman with good looks and charming figure, they look for opportunities to squeeze in and take advantage of her.
The common people in Bianliang City, Tokyo, nicknamed them "the ones who squeeze the gods".
With a figure like Li Yuniang's and her attire, once she is squeezed out, she will definitely attract bees and butterflies.
"I'll sleep here tonight and ask the people in Xiulou to make a room for me." Seeing that Yang San was a little disappointed, Yang Lin smiled and scolded: "You just go and have fun on your own. I didn't let you stay. Come back after the trouble."
The government later informed me that he would bring court clothes to help me wash and change my clothes tomorrow, and I would go directly to the morning court from here."
Yang San responded and ran away. Yang Lin smiled and cursed, "These are old people from Yangzhou, and Yang Lin has always been very generous to them."
After a while, Wang Yun personally brought people in, with a happy face and a slight blush. He must have been drinking celebratory wine with people from the chamber of commerce.
After he came in, he was really smelling of alcohol. He smiled and clasped his fists and said: "Young Master, you are so lucky to have lived up to your fate! This time the banknote issuance went so smoothly. As long as we don't print randomly, we can alleviate the difficulty of traveling on trade routes."
This old guy has secretly enlightened him. Even though the rules have been set, the merchants are still worried. Yang Lin also knows the reason. The status of businessmen in this era is too low, so it is normal for them to be worried. In the past, paper money as a token was also issued.
As long as the court was short of money, it would print them indiscriminately to squeeze money from merchants, so this stuff slowly became waste paper.
There is no way, the people in power just rob them, and no one stands up to complain to the businessmen.
Yang Lin smiled and said: "Thank you for your hard work. The merchants of the Song Dynasty will remember you for hundreds of years and thousands of years from now. As for the problem of random printing, there is no need to worry. We will deposit the gold and silver in the bank, and you will print and distribute again. In this way, we will supervise each other.
Checks and balances, if someone wants to issue them randomly, the worst thing you can do is not use them."
Wang Yun felt relieved. It was sincerity enough for the dignified young master to come up with this idea. Yang Shaozai was sincerely seeking benefits for the people, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that, let alone these wealthy businessmen who were as smart as they were.
"The common people and the rest are just greedy for God's merits. This is all the work of Shao Zai. We are just running errands."
Yang Lin looked down from the railing, and Zhao Ji was beaming with joy. It seemed that those gadgets were more fun than the little concubine Liu Guifei next to him. He chuckled and said: "Go and make the lantern guessing prizes more elegant. Don't be afraid to spend money.
"
Wang Yun immediately sent someone to go, then clasped his fists and said: "Young Zai, I have arranged for you to go to the house, please come with me."
He took two housekeepers with him and followed Wang Yun up. After saying "please wait for Yang Lin to come in", he turned around and left.
The place has indeed been tidied up. It is rare that they have arranged everything in such a short time. Soft couches have been set up in the outer hall and covered with thick mink fur rugs.
Li Yunniang made a pot of tea, served it and said with a smile: "The blue pattern tea cup from Ru Kiln, the top grade dragon tea from Beiyuan, this Xiulou is really rich."
She has been with Yang Lin for a long time and has become a good judge of goods. She immediately told the origin of tea sets and tea leaves.
Yang Lin rested his hands on the soft couch and said: "Although these people in Xiulou are wealthy businessmen, they are nothing compared to the scholar-bureaucrats in the court. Now in our Song Dynasty, officials are
There are too many, and each one has a terrifying salary, so we should really clean them up."
When he talked about state affairs, Yun Niang habitually did not dare to answer the question. There were indeed many officials in this dynasty, and each of them lived a relatively prosperous life.
Take Cai Jing, for example. This old man's life is so corrupt that even Yang Lin is a little envious. If he can eat a steamed bun by himself, a hundred or ten people will be needed in the kitchen to make it, and all the processes are very complicated just to make one steamed bun.
Even though Cai Jing is nearly 70 years old, his family still has a wave of concubines and maidservants, all of whom are immature girls.
Some time ago, without Yang Lin's bribes, the Cai family's income was greatly reduced. This old man once lamented to the concubines in the house that after he ran out of money, he couldn't afford to support you, and he didn't know who would be left behind.
On the bed.
He really didn't just say it casually. It was very common in the Song Dynasty to buy and sell concubines, and some were even given away in exchange. Cai Jing's expenses were too high, so selling a few concubines was a normal operation.
Moreover, these women were released from the prime minister's family, and there were many people outside who wanted to buy them. Since they were not wives anyway, they could go out and brag about them if they were of the same mind as the prime minister.
After Yang Tianai, who was making the bed, finished his work, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and came out with a sweet smile to get water for Yang Lin to wash his feet.
Yang Lin quickly smiled and said: "Ai'er, good boy, your hands are tired after doing all the accounting for the day. Go back to your room and sleep. Let's go back to the house tomorrow."
Yang Tianai twisted her skirt and said shyly: "They didn't arrange a room for me."
"That's outrageous!" Yang Lin slapped the table. Although Yang Tianai was young, he looked about twelve or thirteen years old. Many officials' concubines and maids were at this age.
Wang Yunhui made a mistake. He didn't know that this was Yang Lin's adopted daughter. He thought she was also his maid, so he arranged a room.
"Go and ask Wang Yun to come and arrange another one for the bedroom." Yun Niang turned to go out, but Yang Tianai grabbed her by the corner of her clothes.
On the way westward, she and Zhong Guiyi lived in a carriage with Yang Lin. After coming back, she missed it so much that she didn't want to give up the opportunity after all.
The little girl stared at herself longingly and said timidly: "This is not a house, I'm scared to sleep on my own."
Li Yunniang covered her mouth and snickered, held her in her arms, and said: "Tian Ai and Nujia are sleeping outside in a soft place. Da Lang can sleep by himself. Otherwise, Da Lang can sleep by himself. I don't think he will be as scared as Tian Ai."
Seeing her gloating about her misfortune, Yang Lin felt itchy with hatred. This slut must be cleaned up——
Cangshan, Mangyong Peak.
A waning moon hung on the top of the mountain, illuminating hundreds of knights on the mountain not far away. These soldiers were lying on the ground, leaving their horses to one side, while they slept on their pillows. The fight just now made them sleepy.
, I couldn’t sleep even after lying down for a long time.
Occasionally, the sound of barking dogs could be heard, which made the night seem even more chilly. Yang Tianren was carrying a bucket and was feeding the military dogs of Xiaolang Camp.
Suddenly several wails came out, Yang Tianren frowned, was startled for a moment, and then continued feeding.
Yang Tianning was followed by a big dog, which spat on the ground and cursed: "You are a hero even if you kill thousands of people on the battlefield, but killing prisoners is nothing."
Yang Tianren stretched out his hand and knocked him on the head and said, "Just take care of yourself. This is Dali's own business. It's not our turn to take care of it."
Not far away, Han Shizhong was leaning against a big tree, with some disgust in his eyes, and he cursed: "I have been in the army in the northwest for so many years. I have never seen any battles, but I have never seen such a ruthless person." Duan of Dali firmly believed
Buddhism is so cruel. If we continue to kill like this, when will this bad war be over?"
As soon as he finished speaking, several Western Army generals around him nodded and looked towards the valley.
Hu Yantong, who had been promoted to the commander of Ma Jundu, yawned, took off his wrist guard and put it on the scabbard, spread out his soft armor and crossed his legs and said: "I would say you are just too full.
It hurts. The emperor of Dali dealt with the rebellious ministers and traitors and did what you did. It’s true that you should have a good sleep. Tomorrow we have to attack Sanyang Peak. This time I will be the first to climb to the top of the village. I will do a lot of military work.
When you rule the capital, you will be truly happy."
"In your bird dream, what is the rank of Du Zong? I haven't gotten around yet, can it be your turn to be a thief?"
Before Han Shizhong finished scolding him, he heard thunderous snoring from Huyantong, and he fell asleep as soon as he said he was going to sleep.
Among the many people in the Western Army, Hu Yantong has a straight heart and lives like an eight-foot-tall child.
Everyone laughed and scolded him for being heartless and prepared to go to bed.
Duan Zhengchun led the Song army and had just broken through a camp and captured the entire Yang family, a prominent Dali family of the Gao family.
Except for a few young ones who were castrated and sent to Bianliang, the others knelt in a row, waiting for execution. Duan Zhengchun, who had been suppressed for too long, left almost no one alive, and he did not know that he was releasing the money he had accumulated for a long time.
The resentment was just to show to Song Ting.
The Emperor of Dali legitimately led his army and launched a major purge of the Southwest chieftains. Gao Taiming, who had lost the foundation of Yangyime City, could not withstand the Song army's attack. Not to mention the gap in military strength, the food alone was useless.
To solve the difficult problem, the current army of 150,000 has become a burden.
If the people of these tribes all stick to their own territory, occupy the right location and take care of each other, it will be difficult for Song Jiang to annihilate them for a while, and it will be a fierce battle everywhere they go.
But they were all concentrated in Cangshan Mountain and were surrounded. The crisis of food shortage was enough to kill them.
The Duan clan of Dali legitimately led the Song army to collect the cities and villages of Dali everywhere. The most powerful country in the southwest was about to be sold to the Song Dynasty by its own emperor.
After watching his men kill everyone with his own eyes, Duan Zhengchun returned to the tent. There were several bald monks inside, all of whom were members of the Duan family of the Dali royal family.
Duan Zhengming held up a scroll and said: "Miaozhen sent a letter from Bianliang, saying that she had asked the nobles of Bianliang for help to protect our Duan family from death and to obtain a prince in Kaifeng Mansion.
"
Duan Zhengchun's eyes lit up and he said, "Has she ever said who this noble person is, and whether she can let us stay in Dali, even if it means being an envoy to guard the area."
After a period of silence, Duan Zhengchun said with a sad smile: "That's all, the imperial hegemony has come to nothing. It has always been a fleeting thing. Our Duan family has been hampered by the Gao family since the founding of the country. We have been puppets for several generations. What's the point of being an emperor?
Otherwise, go to Bianliang City and enjoy the wealth and wealth."
Even if you say this, you won't believe it. It's just the Duan family talking about having sex. If you can become the emperor, there is still hope of turning around. After all, the honor and righteousness are there.
But if you go to Bianliang, you will really become an ordinary rich man, and you may even be exterminated.
If the Duan family really had many thrones and no attachment to them, they would have stopped caring about court affairs long ago. How could they have raised a group of murderous monks in Chongsheng Temple?
Duan Zhengming sighed and said: "Second brother, now that the situation has become clear, you can let go of your worries and stop committing murderous crimes."
Duan Zhengchun is now thinner than when he was in the palace, but he is different from the submissive sick Yangzi at that time. He looks a bit tougher. Hearing this, his eyes turned cold and he said: "Brother, don't you understand? We
The Duan family has to be slaughtered so that blood flows all over the southwest and our Duan family becomes the misfortune of the entire southwest, in order to save the Duan family.
If we help the Song Dynasty eliminate these chieftain chiefs who have been entrenched for thousands of years, we will inevitably bury all our royal kindness in this killing. The blood stains are our credit book, and the numerous infamy is our talisman. When the time comes, the Song people will come to appease the place.
Gather people's hearts and completely pacify Dali. Only by making it impossible for us to come to the southwest to cause trouble again can we reassure them."
After several sighs, the sound of chanting came from the big tent