Chapter 43 Although the Yang family has no money, they have good morals
"When the number one scholar ascends to the throne, even if he recruits hundreds of thousands of soldiers, restores Youji, returns with triumphant songs, and dedicates victory to the Imperial Ancestral Temple, his glory will be unmatched!"
After Yang Lin woke up, the emperor specially gave the number one scholar a green robe, boots, and a scepter, and on the same day he was made a general and a supervisor, an official of the seventh rank.
Moreover, due to physical reasons, he was not allowed to kneel to receive the order. Yang Lin did not dare to be careless and let Yang Tianci and others who had just arrived in Beijing kneel to receive the order on his behalf.
The general is in charge of the palace buildings, the production of gold, jade, pearls, jade, rhinoceros, elephants, treasure utensils, the embroidery of gauze and satin, and the making of various exotic utensils.
The number one scholar in the Song Dynasty usually starts with this. Yang Lin, wearing a green robe, was very resistant. It has to be said that the official robes of the Song Dynasty are truly high-end and grand when they are above the fifth grade.
One advantage of this official is that if he masters the palace architecture, he can often enter the palace. For officials of this era, whether they can see the emperor often or not is very different.
Yang Jian came to announce the decree, but did not leave even after announcing it. He sat consciously on a chair and said viciously: "Brother Yang, Xu Zhichang, who harmed you, has been caught, and his accomplices are constantly being interrogated. This bad breath
My brother will definitely repay you."
Yang Lin was very grateful on his face, but in his heart he said that I had to find out all this myself. What's wrong with an old eunuch like you?
Yang Jian was accustomed to observing his words and expressions. When he saw a slightly unkind look on his face, he keenly noticed it and asked, "What's on your mind, brother?"
Damn it, this old eunuch's eyes are so poisonous, he can't show his timidity easily in the future. Yang Lin smiled bitterly and said cleverly: "Hey, this green official robe can't even attract the eyes of the upper class. I can't help but feel happy when I see my brother's purple-green official palace."
I’m so envious.”
Yang Jian giggled like a hen and said: "You, how many days can't we wait? Since all the champions of the Song Dynasty, they first serve as eunuchs or judges in Dali for half a year, and then they are released.
If you are a big local state, you will be transferred back to the capital when the next champion comes out, and you will be promoted the fastest. You are wearing a green robe, you still have to wear it for half a year."
Half a year is not a difficult task. Although the position of general supervisor is not high-level, it is still very important.
Yang Lin is not in good health now and cannot go to Dianmao. He just has the title of eunuch. This seventh-grade official is nothing in Bianliang, but he has already obtained four quotas for officials of fifth-grade and above from Cai Jing.
This first group of confidants will inevitably have to find a few obedient officials from the generals and prisons. There are many officials in Bianliang who are frustrated and they don't believe they can recruit them.
After sending Yang Jian away and returning to the study, Yang Li moved his arms slightly, but there was still some pain, and he couldn't help but feel even more annoyed.
"This bastard Xu Zhichang almost killed me!" Yang Lin groaned and cursed angrily.
In the study, Yang Tianshu, who had been obediently writing at his desk, stood up, frowned and said, "Godfather, I'm going to kill him."
He was wearing a green and black satin gown. The scars on his head had disappeared, but his hair had not yet grown. When he was angry, his words were quite murderous.
These days, they have learned that their godfather was murdered, and all of them are filled with anger, and even at such a young age, they speak with a venomous tone.
Yang Lin looked at his bare head. He was quite powerful when speaking at such a young age. He laughed and scolded: "You should know a few more damn words to save me some trouble. You thief, I am the master of the Song Dynasty."
You four are having a hard time reading."
He missed these four gadgets after not seeing them for a few days, but after seeing them, he was almost furious. As the saying goes, seven and eight-year-old dogs are disgusting. After these children slowly recovered, they climbed over the wall and danced with guns and sticks.
He just doesn't like reading and writing. Fortunately, Yang Lin can control them and often goes to the study room to study with him.
He was originally a child abandoned by his mother. He was as wild as a wild beast. Even if his nature was not bad, he could never be said to be obedient——
The spring breeze brings warmth, flowers bloom, and Bianliang City is filled with spring scenery.
Hearing a noise outside, Yang Lin poked his head out of the carriage and asked, "Yang San, what's the noise?"
He was about to go to be the supervisor. This was the first time that Yang Lin, the supervisor, had taken up his post. He had prepared a lot of drafts and was practicing. As soon as he walked to the door of the mansion, he heard a noise outside.
Yang San came over and said: "Master, here comes a scoundrel who insists that you broke her family heirloom white jade bottle and wants to ask for fifty guan."
"Fifty guan? The current market price is that you can marry a charming concubine with just ten guan. Who is so bold as to touch my head with porcelain?"
Before Yang Lin finished speaking, he saw a young girl at the entrance of the courtyard, standing alone in the spring breeze of Bianliang. She looked particularly weak due to the stone lions at the door. It seemed that she couldn't even withstand the not-so-rushed spring breeze of Bianliang.
Looking closely, the girl's black hair is blown close to her temples and forehead, her face is like a crescent moon, her eyebrows are lightly painted, her pupils are watery, and her mouth is like a cherry. Although she does not apply makeup and is dressed in a commoner dress and hairpin, it is difficult to conceal her beauty. What's more,
What's touching is that her skin is like cream, her waist is as thin as willow, and she has a ladylike temperament.
Yang Lin, who was just about to close the curtain and be kicked out, coughed lightly and said loudly: "Girl, please come closer and take a look. Don't let others deceive you. Did I knock your bottle?"
The girl knew that he was the number one scholar in the current subject, so she was very respectful. This time she mustered up the courage to come to Wenquxing's house because there was really no other way.
Dad's illness requires constant medication, but the family has been depleted by the expensive medication. If he doesn't come back, he will stop taking medication.
The girl lowered her head, not daring to look at Yang Lin, and said timidly: "Master Zhuangyuan, that day we were at the pawn shop on Yu Street, and your horse suddenly ran in."
"Dare you ask the girl her name?"
"Huh? Back to the number one scholar, the little girl's name is Yin Qianqian." Although this move is illegal, the other party is the number one scholar, the leader of this generation of scholars in the world, and the most talented person who understands the writings of saints.
"Miss Qianqian, although I didn't think of it when you said this, such a beautiful girl would never lie. I am willing to believe you."
Yin Qianqian was overjoyed, her pretty cheeks flushed with excitement, she raised her head and said with blessing: "Thank you for being the number one scholar, I wish you a long life, little lady."
At this glance, I realized that the number one scholar was so young. There were so many people in shock that day that I couldn't see what he looked like at all. Moreover, she was distracted and dropped the white jade bottle, not Yang Lin who smashed it, so Yin Qianqian felt a little bit in her heart.
Ashamed.
Yang Lin nodded, with a kind look on his face. Out of sight outside the car, a pair of big hands twisted Yun Niang's legs.
Yun Niang was inseparable from him, as if she had roundworms in her stomach. Why didn't she know what the famous "upright gentleman" in Yangzhou was like?
Under the pain, his voice was a little strange, like a whimper and he said: "Da Lang, where can we get fifty guans? Our family is not rich. I have spent all my savings on frugal expenses to support you in Beijing. It is said that
I eat rice bran every day in my hometown. The slave family only has fifty guan of money here, so they save it to go to the market to buy a few maids to serve. How can he be decent if he doesn't even have a maid to serve him?"
Yang Lin was very satisfied and rubbed the inner side of her thigh to show his satisfaction. He said sternly: "Although our Yang family is not rich in money, we are rich in moral character! Since this girl said it was me who broke her
Yes, even though there is no evidence at all and I can’t remember it, I just believe her and will pay her. Don’t make any noise here.”
Yun Niang suppressed her shame, glanced at him secretly, and continued with anger and annoyance: "No, the slave family really has to make the decision in this matter. When I came, the master asked the slave family to take care of Da Lang, but now you have fallen so hard that you can't move or even move.
When I moved, there were no two maids around me, so I couldn't say anything! Dalang will pay for the bottle falling from the sky, unless he kills Nunu."