The Happy Life of Small Officials in Northern Song Dynasty

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Bianliang City, the capital of the Song Dynasty, is located on the Northwest Plain. It has been the capital for 80 years since the founding of the Song Dynasty. It has gradually developed from a medium-sized city to a super-large-scale city with a population of one million.

Due to the explosive population growth, the entire Bianliang City appears to be crowded with layers of houses; there are various morning markets, day markets, night markets, regular markets, and special markets during the day and night. A unified feature is that it is crowded with people and rubbing shoulders.

In such a metropolis, apart from the spacious and comfortable living room for the royal family, the housing problem of other people is their most troublesome problem. Three generations live in one courtyard, and the small rooms and small pavilions are all full of people, so that many rich and powerful families have If you buy a house along the Bian River outside the city, it will be far away, but it will be quiet.

Over time, the coast of Bianshui will become a new city.

The mansion of Yan Shu, the third envoy, is in the Tianshuijing Hutong beside the Bianshui River in the Lijing Gate on the left. There is no way, but when he is rich, he naturally doesn't want to suffer from poverty anymore. The cramped mansion in Licheng can only be used as a temporary rest during the busy political affairs, and his daily home is all in Tianshuijing Hutong. In the mansion.

The drizzle was falling one after another, and Yan Shu was admiring the rain scene with his hands behind his back in the small pavilion in the courtyard. The sound of soft footsteps behind him pulled his thoughts back from his longing. Looking back, it was Yan Biyun, his niece and daughter who had just returned from the Daming Mansion. My niece loves me very much, and at the same time I feel apologetic.

"Uncle, are you brewing good words again?" Yan Biyun wore a Yuebai skirt, smiling like a flower, holding a tray in his hand, with a pot and a cup in it.

"Jiang Lang is exhausted. How can he have good words? The older I get, the more desolate I feel. I can't even read the sentences I write." Yan Shu sighed.

Yan Biyun pursed his lips and smiled, put the tray on the stone table, poured a glass with plain hands, and said, "Uncle, try the 'Yuquanxiang' that Biyun brought back from Daming Mansion. I brought back five altars, if it wasn't for the limited purchase system, I would like to bring a few more altars."

Yan Shu was very touched, and his niece and daughter were very caring. Every time they went to the shops in various places to do business, they would not forget to bring back some special products. Knowing that they liked to drink good wine and eat some strange special products, they would always keep it in their hearts.

"Young girl has a heart. I don't know how life will pass without Biyun in the Yan family." Yan Shu laughed and sat on the stone bench.

Yan Biyun smiled shyly and said: "Uncle is the pillar of the family, how can he worry about trivial matters, Biyun is just doing his best for Yan's family, we are all one family, don't talk about two families."

Yan Shu smiled and said: "Having a son is not as good as having a daughter. A daughter should be like a daughter of my Yan family. She is not only careful and intelligent, but also able to operate in shopping malls. In the past few years, my Yan family's business has been booming, and none of my nephews and nephews in the family can have a daughter like a girl." I can save myself a lot of worry.”

Yan Biyun said coquettishly, "Uncle is always spoiling Biyun like this. If this goes on, won't he become conceited and complacent, and it won't sound good to teach the brothers and sisters in the family."

"Okay, okay, let's not talk, how many days have you been to Daming Mansion? This time, I didn't stay there for a month or two. I think the business is going well."

"Well, the business is not bad, and a few urgent matters are almost handled, because I still want to go to Luzhou, so I rushed back first, and I have to leave in a few days."

"Why are you going to Luzhou again? Didn't you stay for more than a month last time? Isn't there only one restaurant over there? Is there any trouble?" Yan Shu squinted at Xiaojiu and asked.

"It's...no big deal, it's just that the business over there is good. I want to...choose a location and open a new one." Yan Biyun said while hiding her panic.

"Uncle doesn't know anything about business, you make up your own mind, just pay attention to your body, don't be exhausted, are you still eating the Korean ginseng that the emperor rewarded you last time?"

"Eating, thank you uncle."

The two chattered about their daily routine for a long time, and the rain outside the hall became heavier and heavier.

Yan Shu frowned as he watched Yumu. As the third envoy, he dealt with money, grain, taxation, salt and iron every day, and he had occupational diseases. When it rained, he worried about floods, and the sun worried about drought. It was really a bad time.

Yan Biyun saw the worry in Yan Shu's eyebrows, she didn't quite know what Yan Shu was thinking, suddenly she took out a piece of plain paper from her sleeve and said, "Uncle, Biyun has a poem here, I want my uncle to taste it." Appreciate and see how talented this person is?"

Yan Shu likes to write lyrics, but also likes to appreciate them. Hearing this, he took the plain paper to read, and after reading only a few lines, he jumped up and said repeatedly: "Good words...good words..." Then he chanted loudly: "Better able to dissipate the wind and rain? Hurry up and say nothing... Good words, who wrote this? What kind of Jinshi?"

Yan Biyun covered his mouth and smiled: "What Jinshi is just a small businessman."

"What? How could such a person be just a merchant? Who is he and what is his name?" Yan Shu asked eagerly.

Yan Biyun smiled. The person who can make Yan Shu anxious must be extraordinary talent. Although I don't have a deep study of poetry, I can understand the emotion of Su Jin's farewell and added words. It's just that apart from emotion, the word is not as good as it is. Whether it is a good work or not, it is only at this moment that we can see the outcome.

"Uncle, my niece still remembers his other two poems, how about writing them silently for you to taste together?"

"Quickly... Ask someone to bring paper, pen, ink and inkstone." Yan Shu didn't look like an important official at all at this time, just like a child who saw his favorite candy.

The servants came in a hurry along the long corridor, and Yan Biyun took the pen and ink and silently wrote "Shuilongyin" (Like a flower or not a flower, and no one regrets to follow the teaching pendant;) and "One Cut Plum" (Red lotus root, fragrance, jade and autumn. ) Two poems.

Yan Shu was already dumbfounded by the words and sentences written by Yan Biyun's elegant lowercase characters. Who is he, and how can he have such a talent, but he has never heard of him? Zhenhuajing, why have I never heard of such a character?

Seeing Yan Shu's shocked expression, Yan Biyun said softly beside him: "This person's name is Su Jin, and he is the Shaodong of the Su family in Luzhou Prefecture. He is only 16 years old, and his niece and daughter also got these poems by chance. As for why he is not well-known, my niece... my niece doesn't have a deep relationship with him, so I can't be rude to ask, but... Uncle, are his poems really good?"

Yan Shu sighed: "How can a good word describe it? The composition of words is not only about rhythm, but more importantly, emotion and artistic conception. No matter how you look at these words, these poems are top-notch works. I am afraid that Uncle Not as good in some ways.”

"It's so powerful!" Yan Biyun stuck out his tongue, Su Jin's somewhat languid look appeared in his mind, his heart felt warm, but also felt sore.

"But... the old man doesn't quite understand!" Yan Shu frowned.

"What?" Yan Biyun asked concerned.

Yan Shu said: "This man is only sixteen years old, how could he have such a state of mind? It seems strange that this expression seems to be the sigh of a person who has experienced a lot."

Yan Biyun laughed and said, "When my niece was in Luzhou Mansion, someone questioned him face to face, which was exactly the same as my uncle's question."

"Oh? How did he answer?" Yan Shu raised his eyebrows and asked <, why do you need to go through thousands of times, a caring person can empathize without going through. "Yan Biyun quoted the original words.

"Do you feel the same way? This is a bit interesting, but there are still doubts. The styles of these three poems are very different. The first poem can dissipate the wind and rain and appear affectionate, the second Yanghua Ci is deep and desolate, and the third poem But it’s sad, it’s hard to imagine that a person can change so much, although I have a lot of experience, I have never encountered it before, if it’s really all done by this person, this Su Jin is an outstanding talent.”

Yan Biyun's heart beat wildly when she heard Yan Shu's first affectionate words, and she couldn't answer the following questions, so she could only keep silent.

"Why didn't this person apply for the election? How can a businessman's business be compared with being an official? How can such a person waste his time in businessmanship? He's so confused, so confused." Yan Shu sighed.

Yan Biyun thought in his heart: "I must tell Su Jin personally when I go to Luzhou." Suddenly he thought: When did I become so concerned about Su Jin? Did I really fall into it?But...it's impossible...

For a moment, my heart was up and down, and the joy and sorrow between the brows changed, and I suddenly remembered what Su Jin said in the words: There is no way to get rid of this feeling, so I lowered my brows and raised my heart again.

It was the portrayal in my heart at this moment, and I suddenly felt great hatred...

Su Jin, who was sitting in the mule carriage far away in Luzhou, sneezed a few times for no reason, tearing up and down, shaking the world, and after wiping it off, he muttered to himself: "Could it be a cold? This terrible weather... "