The bright moon rises high, and a lamp is like a bean.
Li Yuniang stretched her sore wrists, lowered her head and continued to clear the bills for Yang Lin.
The daily income and expenditure of the small Yang Mansion Courtyard reached an astonishing level.
From Jingdong East Road to Huainan East Road, from Mizhou to Yangzhou, countless carriages and horses rushed back and forth under the banner of Long Live Camp.
Hanging the banner of Huashi Gang and placing a strange Taihu stone on the bow of the ship, these people were selling salt, smuggling, and evading taxes openly and no one dared to investigate, and no one was qualified to investigate, and they made huge sums of money for Yang Lin.
The money entered Bianliang with the carriages and fleets, and was used by Yang Lin to build Genyue Shoushan, bribe powerful officials, and cultivate cronies.
With a bang, Yang Lin pushed the door open and came in, frightening Yun Niang to get up quickly.
"It's so late and you're still settling your accounts?"
Yun Niang really can't settle the accounts today, and she's afraid that Yang Lin will get interested. This man has so many tricks, and he won't be able to finish them in half an hour. When the time comes, he will be dead or alive, and it will be even harder to settle the accounts again.
To avoid being exposed, Yun Niang frowned and said, "Da Lang, where did you earn so much money and where did you spend it? It's just like running water. It's scary to death."
Yang Lin chuckled and said: "It's not easy to make money. Take a copy of "Da Song Rhythm" and study it carefully for half a year. I'm sure you have some tips for making money in your mind. Come over and let me check it out."
Yun Niang's beautiful eyes turned, thinking of a way to divert trouble to the east, and said: "Sir, do you still remember Miss Qianqian? It has been half a year since she came to Yang's house, and she has no status and no explanation. She is so pitiful."
Poor Yin Qianqian was tricked into coming to the Yang Mansion by this pair of evil-hearted masters and servants, and lived a carefree life for half a year.
At first, she was worried that Yang Lin would use force on her, so after being careful for half a month, Young Master Yang patted his butt and left the capital.
After I came back, I was also busy with official duties and seemed to have forgotten about her.
Now Yin Qianqian hates her even more. She often feels sorry for herself and then utters disrespectful things. So women are really weird.
Yin Qianqian, who was sleeping soundly under the quilt, suddenly got up and sneezed, tightened the quilt and muttered: "It's getting cold."
Yang Lin slapped his forehead and thought of that thin, stubborn and beautiful girl.
Yang Lin whispered: "In such a cold weather, it must be a bit cold for the girl to sleep alone. I, Yang Lin, am anxious about what others are worried about, and the ancient roads are so warm that I will not hesitate to do so."
Li Yunniang was in a hurry to do the accounting, so she pushed him out with a smile and closed the door. After thinking for a while, she was afraid of not being safe, so she secretly bolted the door.
It's night, the dew is white, the wind is clear, the veil covers the moon, and the door is gently pushed open
The next morning, when the sun was shining brightly, Yin Qianqian opened her sleepy eyes and saw Yang Lin sitting on the bedside looking at her.
Her instinctive shyness made her blush, but she saw Yang Lin taking out a jade pendant from his arms with deep affection.
"Qianqian, the first time I saw you, I decided to get you by any means necessary. Love has blinded my conscience. I know I have gone too far, but I still hope you can forgive me. This jade pendant was left to me by my mother.
My only relic, my mother told me that when she met the woman she loved most, she would give this jade pendant to her. I have kept it with me for sixteen years, and I will give it to you today."
A girl always has an inexplicable dependence on her first man. Yin Qianqian was moved to tears, and the emotions in her heart spread so much that she couldn't speak when she got into Yang Lin's arms -
Yang Lin felt refreshed and refreshed. Walking in Genyue, which was beginning to take shape, he could hear the melodious sound of the wind and the singing of birds.
The surrounding roads have been cleaned up, and the main road is paved with loess, sprinkled with water and burned with incense.
Not far away, a group of Imperial Guard generals and heads of aristocratic families, all wearing elegant hats and neatly dressed headscarves and hats, were looking forward to the emperor's guard of honor with high spirits.
Among them was Pan Yi, the consort of the German princess. When he saw Yang Lin from a distance, his eyes were full of lust.
Yang Lin didn't notice him. This was half of his home court. The emperor wanted to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival here and have fun with all the officials. This matter was left to Yang Lin to take care of.
During the elegant music, groups of ceremonial guards and drummers filed out from Xuande Tower, surrounding the carriage of Emperor Zhao Ji.
This carriage is pulled by sixteen white horses. In the carriage, current officials wearing crowns and red gauze robes sit upright.
The imperial golden spear squad clears the way in front of the carriage. The ceremonial guards held today are all thin Jinwu staffs. This is inherited from the Tang Dynasty. It has been passed down to this time and has not been changed. Don't tell me, just look at the emperor's posture and the imperial street.
The people who went up the mountain to shout tsunami chants and cheered were really a bit like the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
It's a pity that this is just the gorgeous appearance of this empire, and it's already rotten on the inside.
At the beginning of the founding of the Song Dynasty, there were many famous generals, not to mention Zhao Kuangyin, Cao Bin, Pan Mei, Li Jilong and other dynasties that followed, as well as Di Qing, Kou Zhun, Da Fan, Han Qi, Fu Bi and other great generals.
The weather of famous officials, let’s look at the present
Throughout the Song Dynasty, there were not many civil servants and generals that Yang Lin was interested in.
More than a hundred years of wealth, prosperity, luxurious life, and lofty status have made the civil servants and officials feel lifeless and muddle along. The struggle between the old and new parties, and the extermination of Sima Guang and others, made them only care about how to stand in the party struggle in the court and how to keep their wealth and wealth.
The Song Dynasty, which was prosperous in singing and dancing, has become rancid day by day.
None of Yang Lin's methods for promotion were worthy of publicity. They were either bribing powerful officials or flattering the emperor.
But as a result, he is now prosperous and making great progress.
The Song Dynasty is no longer the original Song Dynasty. There is no longer Kou Zhun who dares to pull the emperor's sleeve; there is no Bao Zheng who spits on the emperor's face; and there is no Fan Zhongyan who worries about the world first.
Although people like Cai Jing fought for power, joined the party and opposed those who were different, and sold their offices to win titles, they were already considered to be the ones doing practical things among the scholar-bureaucrats. The rest were just a pile of rotten and smelly rotten meat.
In the distance, the emperor's carriage had arrived, and the sound of roaring mountains and tsunami came, interrupting Yang Lin's thoughts.
Everything in front of us is prosperous and the magnificent atmosphere of the capital is more like a reflection of Chinese civilization.
Soon, everything Yang Lin loved perished in the sea of blood of the Jurchen cavalry.
After they crossed south, they never returned to their homeland. A hundred years later, there were hundreds of thousands of corpses floating on the sea surface of Yashan Mountain. Lu Xiufu jumped out of China with the little emperor on his back.
Once something is broken once, it is no longer what it was originally. No matter how much we hate it, it will not change this fact.
Standing at this point, the fifth-grade official in Fei Pao was really inconspicuous among the crowd.
Yang Lin secretly swore that bullshit morals and bottom-line principles were no longer important. I would just go on like this, even if I resorted to the most despicable means, I would change my destiny!