On the outskirts of Bianliang City, a small boat was floating, with a boatman in Tsing Yi waiting patiently for his passengers.
At a glance, this man is more than seven feet tall. He has a tower-like body and is dressed in black. His whole person exudes a strong and fierce temperament. Especially his two fists, which are like two hammers.
The old boatman thought to himself, what a strong man, if he was beaten by this fist, his arms and legs would definitely not survive.
The man cupped his fists towards a fat man in black and brocade clothes and whispered: "Song Taiwei helped Wu Song so much, how can he repay him?"
Song Jiang is the privy envoy. Although he has not yet been awarded the title of Taiwei, people in the Song Dynasty are accustomed to calling him privy envoy like this, giving him a high hat.
Song Jiang said with a smile: "It's too unfamiliar to talk like this. Why should we meet before? You are the brother who understands treasures and treasures, and you are my brother Song Jiang."
At this point, he turned around and looked around, put his hand over his mouth and said: "But when we get to the south, don't use the name Wu Song again, don't mention the past, just try to earn a name in the Navy and come back. A man's life, isn't it?
If you want to make great achievements, why don't you serve the imperial court?"
Wu Song clasped his fists heavily and turned around to get on the boat. Song Jiang didn't leave until he saw the boat had disappeared.
When they got to the boat, Wu Song was leaning against the side of the cabin and refused to say any more gossip.
I didn't expect that I could escape from prison and save my life this time. Since Taiwei Song is so loyal, I will definitely repay this great kindness if I have the opportunity in the future.
The old boatman who rowed the oars glanced at the big man and asked with a smile: "Young man, the grade I gave you just now is not low, I think it looks like a high official."
Wu Song chuckled lightly and said: "One of my elder brothers is not a high official."
The old boatman laughed in his heart, thinking that I was a stick, but I was from Bianjing. These country bumpkins thought they were right. The black guy had a Shandong accent. Although he was in casual clothes, he was wearing purple gold official boots. In the entire Bianliang, Song Jiang was the only envoy to the Privy Council.
An old boatman from Bianliang also has a lot of pride in his heart, which shows the status of Bianliang at this time.
A local area has been in decline for hundreds of years, and the whole country supports one city. It cannot be easily reversed with a new policy from the imperial court.
The local officials were uneven, and officials like Cai Huzi who abused the people actually provoked righteous men to assassinate them in the streets, which shows the deep contradiction between the officials and the people.
A carriage was driving in front of the Royal Street, and the surrounding guards were heavily guarded. Yang Lin was in the carriage, frowning. Just now in the Mingtang, Bai Shizhong asked a very sharp question. How could local officials understand the meaning of such a large imperial court in the Song Dynasty?
get.
By the time it reached them, I don’t know how many times it had been relayed. It was inevitable that the people involved had their own selfishness and prejudice.
Is it true that we have reached the borderland and deep in the mountains, is this what the imperial court originally intended?
In the Song Dynasty, there were Di newspapers, and there were also profit-making merchants who copied Di newspapers and sold them. In order to save trouble, officials were willing to spend some money to buy them. However, by the time of Zhao Ji, this thing had ceased to exist in name only.
Yang Lin frowned and pondered, how to make this thing have the greatest effect.
When he returned to Zhaodefang, Rong Niang in the inner courtyard took off his court clothes, put on a light dress, and nuzzled his lips towards the bed.
Yang Lin took a curious look and saw two sisters, Xu Jin'er, still lying in the quilt, wrapped in an apricot red silk quilt, sleeping peacefully with their eyes closed.
A crimson silk quilt only covered her chest, with a curved snow-white arm lying outside the quilt. Xu Saiyue, who was embroidering a female figure next to her, blushed and stepped forward to cover her.
"You're so dishonest when you're pregnant." After saying that, Yang Lin stood up and tucked them in. The two sisters were pregnant at the same time, and Yang Lin couldn't help but feel proud. Zhe Huanxiang a few days ago
I am also pregnant, and I will have more children this year.
The eyes of the maids in the house were all red, if only they were the ones being cared for so much by Da Lang. It was all because of their unsatisfactory stomachs.
Yang Lin saw the sudden change in the atmosphere in the room and said with a smile: "What are you looking at? I kill two birds with one stone, which shows that I am strong and strong. You are all close maids, and none of you have been favored. Until now, there has been no movement. Really
Disappointing!"
After Yang Lin finished speaking, more than a dozen maids in the room all bowed their heads in shame.
Xu Saiyue covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Da Lang, my uncle is here."
Liu Rongniang brought a cup of hot tea. Yang Lin took a sip and asked, "Xu Zhichang? Why do you just say how long have you been here?"
As he said this, he got up and took Xu Saiyue to the flower hall. He saw Xu Zhichang staring at a pair of calligraphy paintings, fascinated.
"This is Prime Minister Cai's handwriting. If you like it, just take it with you when you leave."
Only then did Xu Zhichang hear footsteps. Yang Lin and his niece had already arrived. Xu Zhichang was very happy to hear that his two cousins were pregnant together.
"How does this make it possible for Shao Zai to report the report to the residence in the court? After the official returned, he checked with the Ministry of Rites and found that it had indeed been abandoned for a long time."
Yang Lin secretly cursed in his heart that this great Song Dynasty destroyed all useful things and supported the most civil servants, but they refused to do any work. Countless idle officials recited poems and wrote poems in the brothels in Bianliang every day, drunkenly and dreamily.
I thought there was really no work to do. It turned out that there was no work to do and no one was doing it. We had really raised a bunch of trash in the past.
"The imperial decrees are different. How can we promote the New Deal? In my opinion, we should simply set up a special office in the Ministry of Rites to be responsible for the copying and dissemination of the Di newspaper. The thirteen provinces must have special postmen responsible for delivering the Di newspaper.
Once the imperial decree is issued, it will arrive at all borders within a month at the latest!"
Xu Zhichang secretly calculated and asked: "Since this government office is in the Ministry of Rites, I wonder how many officials and ranks they will have?"
"You go to the official department to discuss it. It shouldn't be too high or too low. Just choose from among the Jinshi selected by the Imperial College every year. As for the name of the government office, let's call it the Secretary of General Affairs. From now on, all morning affairs of the imperial court will be
, you have to record everything, select the important ones, copy them and print them without anger, and then send them to various places.
Let local officials also participate in the early court through the Di Bao. Don't think that the emperor is far away as the mountains are high. In the Song Dynasty, the emperor is at his feet everywhere."
Xu Zhichang remembered it very well and nodded frequently. The inn established by the former had a new purpose. In this way, it was indeed conducive to the implementation of the New Deal.
Yang Lin was afraid that he would not fully understand what he meant, so he added: "This time it is not a formality. It will be distributed once a month. Local achievements and opinions will also be written into memorials and brought back by the postmen. Since it is necessary
If we do it, we will put it into practice and put the New Deal first in everything."
Xu Zhichang clasped his fists and said, "Don't worry, Young Master, our Rites Department will do our best to serve as the general secretary for Young Master."
Yang Lin nodded, Xu Zhichang bowed slightly, said a few words to his niece, and then left.