Chapter three hundred and twentieth subordinates understand
The daughter of the Ori family seems to be destined to be a widow, and the prototype of the old lady in the generals of the Yang family is also the young lady of the Fugu Ori family.
During the Northern Song Dynasty, ladies from wealthy families had a high status and played a very important role, especially in places like the northwest where most of the men died in battle.
If Mrs. Yao hadn't been too young, she would have gone out to entertain guests, but now she just drank tea and exchanged pleasantries.
Entering the flower hall in the front yard, I saw a graceful figure standing in front of the hall from a distance, surrounded by seven or eight maids.
The Yao brothers invited him in with a smile. Yang Lin saw the beauty in front of him. She had obviously changed her makeup because she was going to meet guests.
There is no ink on her eyebrows, no red cheeks, and no red lips. Just because she is naturally beautiful, she easily refuses to wear heavy makeup.
A touch of makeup could not hide her wealth and splendor, and her famous family and good looks. Her eyebrows were fragrant and the corners of her eyes were fragrant, but she had a childish face with pretty dimples.
The ponytail bun is covered with pearls, and a pendant hanging from the forehead is a small piece of ruby, which complements each other beautifully. On top is a soft satin moon-white floor-length shirt, and on the bottom is a bustling pleated skirt, and her figure is exquisite and floating.
Convex, ups and downs.
Yang Lin raised the corner of his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and quickly concealed his smile, twisted his wrist guard and stepped forward.
When he was looking at others, Mrs. Yao also glanced at him secretly. The young young master in front of her could be the backer of the Western Army generals that his uncle often said.
"This must be Yang Shaozai. I am Yao Zhe's family, and I have met Shaozai."
Tsk tsk, this sound made Yang Lin, who was all over his body, immediately smile and say: "Mrs. Yao, you are so polite. Now that I have thanked you for the hospitality of the Yao family, I am very grateful to you."
Mrs. Yao saw that he was very polite, elegant in manners, and gentle in temperament, which made people feel like spring breeze. He didn't have the slightest pretensions of a Shangguan. She thought to herself that this young prime minister was not as inhumane as Ping Yi or Ping Zhong said. Maybe they were both.
The child was too arrogant, so he smiled and invited him to sit at the head of the table.
Yang Lin casually chatted a few words about Chang'an's customs and customs, and then slowly talked about what he had experienced during his trip. He had traveled between the southwest and northwest in the past few months, and naturally knew a lot of anecdotes. He specially selected young ladies from such wealthy families.
If you like it, it will soon make Mrs. Yao cover her lips and smile.
After leaving a good impression, Yang Lin stood up and left, otherwise it would have been too abrupt.
Halfway through, Yang Lin suddenly turned around and asked: "I am in Bianjing, recruiting disciples. I think these two young people from the Yao family are very good. If Madam is interested, you can ask General Yao Gu if he is willing.
I am willing to let his nephew follow me as my teacher."
Yang Lin's acceptance of a disciple was a major event that caused a sensation in the Imperial Academy.
Even Jingzhao Mansion had heard about it, searching for the most talented and beautiful young people all over the world, and even went to his hometown several times to inspect them. Unexpectedly, he fell in love with Pingzhong and Yizhong, and Mrs. Yao's pretty eyes.
Didi Liuyuan turned around a little and then said with a smile: "If uncle knew about it, he might be very happy. I will agree on his behalf and hold a thank-you banquet for him another day."
"Hahaha, Madam is out of town now. I am busy with official duties, and His Majesty has sent people to urge me to return to the capital several times. This apprenticeship ceremony will not be held in Jingzhao Mansion. If the Yao family is interested, they can go to Bianjing to make up for it."
The two teenagers looked at each other, both a little confused. They somehow became the students of this young man.
However, if you become his student, your career will be smooth sailing, which is not necessarily a bad thing.
Yang Lin gave the two of them an encouraging look, showing the dignity of a teacher. Once he enters the role of a teacher, he is still very upright.
"Get ready. When you get to Bianjing, come to Zhaodefang to find me. Haha, I will take you to see the Holy One."
Yao Pingzhong nodded cheerfully, ignoring the pain in his buttocks, and already had a good impression of this future master.
Yang Lin was not evading, Zhao Ji indeed sent several groups of people to urge him to enter the capital. The reason turned out to be that the two most favored little emperors by His Majesty, Emperor Roufu and Emperor Maode, fell ill at the same time.
Six or seven of Zhao Ji's princes and daughters died in infancy. In his opinion, this was because of his bad feng shui. In order to save his two beloved daughters, he had to let Yang Lin come back to take care of him.
Yang Lin was not in a hurry. Emperor Maode and Emperor Roufu both lived for more than ten years, so there shouldn't be any big problems.
At the turn of spring and summer, some ailments were normal. After I went back, I took my nephew Xu Shuwei in to have a look, which was another achievement.
Lu Qian was carrying a simple sword and was handing out waist badges to several servants of the Yao family. When he saw Yang Lin coming out, he said, "Young Master, let's take a boat and take the waterway back to Bianjing."
Yang Lin nodded. The waterways outside Chang'an City are crisscrossed and the transportation is convenient, especially now that there is a special river management office, which has also dredged the surrounding canals.
I walked all the way in the northwest, and there were many people planting trees on the loess along the way. It seems that although Zongze left, he left behind a good river management team.
The Song and Yuan Dynasties were an era when the Yellow River completely collapsed. If we manage it in time at this time, there is still a chance -
The river breeze brought a bit of coolness, it was dusk, and the sunset was red.
On the river, brocade sails are like clouds, boats are like forests, and it is very lively.
Yang Lin stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the passing passenger ships. From time to time, several large ships with long live flags appeared. He smiled and said to Lu Qian beside him: "It seems to cost a lot to dig rivers, build canals, build bridges and pave roads."
It is huge, but it will actually benefit the future.
Look at this river, countless people depend on it for their livelihood, and the same goes for the Huaihe River. Many scholars in the south of the Yangtze River, while cursing Emperor Yang, are also enjoying his legacy."
"The scholar talks lightly about the man in the tomb, and the scholar in the tomb laughs. The scholar's mouth is the best."
Lu Qian was mid-sentence when he suddenly remembered that the young master in front of him was also a scholar and a top scholar, so he shut up immediately.
Fortunately, when he looked up, Yang Lin didn't look angry. His young master never thought of himself as a student.
I really don’t know how he got the No. 1 Scholar exam, even if he later got help from people in the court. If he didn’t have a certain talent, even the officials would not dare to appoint him as the No. 1 Scholar.
How did he know that the person in front of him was a real nerd who studied hard for ten years before he was fifteen years old?
Bathed in the sunset river breeze, Yang Lin was brewing a big deal in his mind. Transportation is the foundation for commercial prosperity.
Whether it's boats, rubber tires, or smoother ground, it's all a great improvement.
Although you can't create it yourself, you can guide it so that the society has this kind of demand, and let the Xiulou spend enough money to set up an award.
Anyone who makes an invention can receive the huge bounty. Are you afraid that no one will study it?
Looking back, the Chang'an city wall was no longer visible. Yang Lin waved his hand and said to Lu Qian: "Go back to the cabin and rest."
Lu Qian responded and was about to leave when Yang Lin suddenly said: "That Mrs. Yao"