In the winter of the second year of Chongning, news came from Bianliang that Cai Jingguan worshiped Zuopushe and served as his servant. In the Song Dynasty, this was the prime minister.
This exiled official returned to Bianliang and took up the position of prime minister, which meant that there would once again be changes in the temple where the old and new parties fought to the death.
Yangzhou, the abode of gods.
Yang Lin originally took his five adopted sons Gan'er and his young maid Jin'er to buy some items for the trip to Beijing. In fact, he just took them out to play. When he met Qin Hui by chance, he invited him to have a drink at his restaurant.
Qin Hui had seen these five children several times, so he didn't show any fear. Now the scars on their faces are gradually disappearing, and it won't be long before they can be discovered if they look carefully.
Yang Tianai sat next to Yang Lin, pouring wine for the two of them. Since the beating, her relationship with Yang Lin has improved rapidly. Not only is she no longer afraid, but she often acts coquettishly.
Yang Lin took them out to play in order to let them have a normal childhood. Being trapped in Yang's house all the time was not an option.
Qin Hui happily stood up and poured wine for Yang Lin: "Dalang, have you heard that my husband has become the real prime minister now?"
Yang Lin pursed his lips and smiled: "I had a drink with Jia Anzhai a few days ago, and I heard him talk about it."
"The relationship between Dalang and my husband is so close. This spring is not yet at hand, so I would like to congratulate you first." Qin Hui stood up, clasped his fists and bent over, and actually saluted with a smile.
Now the two of them have no interest relationship. Qin Hui is just one of his many classmates. Yang Lin stood up, looked at the snowflakes floating outside the window, sighed and said: "Cai Jing pays homage to the prime minister. The Song Dynasty is getting more and more beautiful today."
It’s getting colder.”
Qin Hui's heart suddenly shook. He raised his head and looked at Yang Lin, only to see him looking out the window with his hands behind his back. His young back looked a little desolate.
Yang Lin was personally selected by Cai Jing to be the first in the imperial examination. There were so many tribute students in Yangzhou, and there were many who were more talented and learned than Yang Lin. Rumors spread a lot outside. Fortunately, Yang Lin's own reputation was good enough, and everyone knew that he was an upright gentleman. Only then
Suppressed some public opinions. Qin Hui and Yang Lin have a close relationship and know some inside information. This is obviously a huge official network. Why doesn't Dalang look happy?
Yang Lin did have Cai Jing as his trump card, but it was definitely not the first one. He spent a huge amount of money from his family to bribe the two eunuchs Tong Guan and Yang Jian, as well as the concubines and even maids in the harem.
People like Yang Lin were connected through Tong Guan and Yang Jian. If they had the opportunity, they could say something nice for themselves in front of the emperor Zhao Ji. You must know that the emperor was the absolute authority until the Song Dynasty.
After three rounds of wine and five delicious dishes, Qin Hui saw that his interest was waning, so he stood up and said: "Da Lang, it's getting late, so I'll go back first. My father has been sick recently, and he's waiting for me to go back and cook some medicine."
Yang Lin nodded and stood up to see him off. As soon as he opened the door, a cold wind blew in, making Qin Hui tremble.
"Hey, Feng'er is so cunning, he just wants to get into my arms. Could it be that he also knows that I, Qin Huizhi, will be in high school soon, so he came here to show his courtesy?"
Seeing his shrunken look, Yang Lin looked very funny, turned around and said with a smile: "Bring me my big cloak."
Jin'er came over holding a crane cloak and was so distressed that she couldn't let go. Yang Lin glared at her, and Xiao Nizi reluctantly let go.
Qin Hui put it on happily and said to Jin'er: "Look at you for being stingy. I don't want your young master's. In front of the small xuan with plum blossoms, the crane is wearing a cloak to see the snow in the sky. Hehe, Dalang, I will return it another day.
you."
Jin'er is a little miser. When she lost her jade pendant, she complained about it for half a month, but now she secretly rolled her eyes at Qin Hui, fearing that the young master would not be too obvious about it.
This crane cloak is worth a lot of money, but it is nothing to Yang Lin, but Qin Hui has never worn it. Yang Lin smiled and said: "No, you can keep it and wear it. I will go to Beijing to take the exam soon. It will not be a good journey."
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Qin Hui thought about it, but he couldn't accept such a valuable thing directly. He paused and said, "It's okay, brother, I won't be polite to you anymore. Anyway, I will keep this kindness in my heart and I will repay it as soon as possible."
That’s it.”
He tied two packets of medicine with a hemp rope in his hand and walked in the snow with it. Thinking that his father was seriously ill at home and he could not go out, and the spring of next year was coming, Qin Hui's shoulders were bent a little more.
After Yang Lin watched him leave, he touched Jin'er's bun and said with a smile: "Stay with the young master and be more generous in the future. We are not short of money."
"Oh" he groaned in a long voice, obviously unconvinced, and Yang Lin couldn't do anything to her.
Yang San drove the carriage to pick up Yang Lin back home. As soon as he got on the carriage, he heard a weak voice: "Master, please, please give me any leftovers. My mother is sick and hasn't eaten for a long time."
Damn, I’m starving to death.”
This little beggar didn't know where he came from. Yang Lin jumped, and the owner of the restaurant next to him kicked him: "Where did this beggar come from? Can you bear the punishment for disturbing the noble man!"
The little beggar rolled on the ground a few times, his face a little painful, but he struggled to get up and prepared to continue begging elsewhere.
Yang Lin opened the car door and watched him staggering and gritting his teeth as he continued to beg. He was somehow frozen in place. His face was bruised and swollen, and there were bruises at the corners of his mouth. It looked like he had been beaten a lot.
With a bang, a small figure jumped out of the car. After a while, Yang Tianci took the leftover food and wine that Yang Lin had just eaten, picked some steamed buns and beef and handed them to him.
Yang Lin smiled happily. These children who were abandoned by heaven really deserved the names he gave them.
The little beggar knelt on the ground, held his fists with his hands and kowtowed a few times: "Thank you, Master, thank you, Master, thank you, Master."
Yang Tianai blushed and said, "Go back quickly, isn't your mother sick?"
Yang Lin told Yang San, gave him a piece of silver, and said, "Go back and see your mother."
The little beggar thanked him profusely, but Yang Lin couldn't bear to see this scene and urged Yang San to start driving quickly.
In the carriage, Yang Lin stretched out his big hands on both sides and held the four bald children in his arms, laughing.
Yang Tianai sat aside and looked at them with infinite tenderness in his eyes——
The snow was still falling. In a dilapidated temple with drafts from all sides, the little beggar straightened his clothes, grabbed a handful of ashes and covered the injured area on his face. He mustered up all his strength and pretended to be happy and shouted: "
Aniang, Aniang, I'm back. I met a kind person today and gave me three taels of silver. Your illness has been cured. There is also cooked beef and white-flour steamed buns here. It's Bai Mian's mother!"
A shrill scream quickly disappeared into the empty ruined temple. In the arms of the little beggar, whose face was full of tears, was a woman who was so thin that she was skin and bones. Her whole body was cold and she had obviously been dead for a long time.
The Buddha statue in the temple had not been repaired for a long time and was covered with cobwebs and dust. The little beggar put the food he had asked for and dug a hole in the temple. His skinny fingers were covered with soil and blood stains, and he was trembling slightly with the cold.
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"Mom, my son left you here in this temple, taking the money given by your benefactor to go out to explore. You have never enjoyed a day of happiness in your life. You are waiting for your son to come back and burn a room full of paper money for you, leaving you there.
No worries about food and clothing."
Pushing the cold soil with both hands and burying the body covered in straw, the little beggar wiped his tears.
Looking at the Buddha statue in front of him, the little beggar clasped his hands and said silently: "Lord Buddha, please bless this little man to become famous and never suffer hunger again. I will definitely come and offer sacrifices to repay the Buddha. The little one has a surname but no name. He is the seventh oldest.
, by the light of Lord Buddha, I will be called Fang Qifu from now on. Please bless our Fang Qifu, and also look at my grandma’s soul.”