The last conscience of the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 153 Kuniyan...Brother
Wherever there are people, there will be disputes and troubles.

This has nothing to do with wealth or poverty.

As long as there are people.

Gao Shilin thought that Liang Xin must have fought with others in another life.

Therefore, Gao Shilin didn't mention it at all, and there was no need to mention it.

Cao Rui is doing it for the Cao family, which is understandable.

Zhang Dun, for himself, for the Zhang family, and perhaps for the wealthy families who were married to his family. Of course, part of it was for Shenzong's dream of making the Song Dynasty stronger.

Liang Xin, if she marries the legitimate daughter of the Cao family, she is considered half of the Cao family.

Without Zhang Dun, the court would not be stable at present, and Liang Xin could not live without Zhang Dun.

A noble family, who can be the head of the family, does not have a fuel-efficient lamp.

The education they received since childhood is completely different from that of ordinary bastards, and they are even less likely to be dandy.

Gao Shilin didn't intend to mention it.

He also wanted to make plans for his Gao family, and he also wanted to see more of Liang Xin.

Liang Xin didn't plan to ask anymore.

Go to the nameless restaurant.

Zhou Bangyan is already here, reading a new edition of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

Liang Xin sat down, and the waiter in the store began to serve the food, and then led the door.

"The imperial court is preparing to set up a new yamen, and I think you are suitable to be the official. This yamen is called Taisheng Mansion. It is in charge of the music of the Song Dynasty, and the chief responsibility is the Music Department. Help me do something, and I will guarantee your promotion, and at the same time, I can help you. A small favor. Fanlou gives you the body deed of Miss Shishi, and the official family will not go to Miss Shishi again. The premise is that you can help me with something."

Zhou Bangyan's hands were shaking, and his whole body was shaking.

In his heart, he hated Liang Xin extremely, and he hated the eunuch Liang Shicheng even more.

However, the conditions offered by Liang Xin were too tempting.

After a while, Zhou Bangyan gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I don't believe it."

Liang Xin didn't speak, but took out a piece of paper from beside her, then wrote directly, and handed it to Zhou Bangyan after writing.

Zhou Bangyan was stunned.

He was a very famous scholar in the world, someone who dared to compete with Su Shi on the same stage, and Zhao Ji was brave enough to snatch Li Shishi. At this time, he felt like he was about to stop breathing.

As the director of the Imperial Academy, Bo, and the school secretary of Longtuge, why didn't he recognize Zhao Ji's handwriting?

Right now, it's an imperial edict written by the official.

Liang Xin said directly: "In the officialdom, I think that I have personally written no more than five edicts, and I have not personally approved a single memorial. Answer me now, do you believe it or not?"

Zhou Bangyan: "This, then you..."

Liang Xin: "There is also Zhang Dun."

Zhou Bangyan thought about it. Zhang Dun had not been seen for half a year. If he returned to his hometown, he would not leave quietly. He was in Bianjing. Did he never go out?
"National traitor!" Zhou Bangyan stood up.

Liang Xin smiled: "What can you do to me? I can write another letter and demote you to Danzhou. There will be no one in the court who can speak for you. The officials will be very happy, Miss Shishi." I may shed tears, or I may forget you in a few days.”

"No, it's impossible. Miss Shishi won't do this."

"How about giving it a try?" Liang Xin looked at Zhou Bangyan with a joking face: "I am a villain, my father is the most popular and favored eunuch in the palace, and I, Liang Yanei, am marrying the legitimate daughter of the Cao family. If you don't do any bad things in Bianjing City, how can you deserve the title of Yanei?"

Zhou Bangyan sat back down immediately.

Liang Xin continued: "Lingyou, the autumn period has already begun. In the spring, there will be Lingyou's examination, and then the palace examination. You can throw all the pot, all the black water on me, I don't care. But you have to preside over it. The whole Bianjing City will know about this matter, and I am threatening you with Miss Shishi."

"Why?" Zhou Bangyan was a little confused.Liang Xin did not answer: "Don't worry about why, just do it."

Zhou Bangyan asked again: "What happens after that?"

"An Xin will be your official. When you are free, you can talk about poetry and painting with Miss Shishi. Being a good official does not require you to have much achievements. It is enough that you are worthy of the salary given by the court and worthy of the position you hold. I will not cause any more trouble for you, and in fact, you and I will never have any intersection again."

Zhou Bangyan was in a mess inside.

If Liang Xin was just a threat, he would have dared to carry the coffin and play drums at the main entrance of the palace.

But, Liang Xin finally said, be a good official.

Especially the following sentence, worthy of the salary and position.

This made Zhou Bangyan very confused. People who can say such things call themselves evil people.

That's it.

Zhou Bangyan nodded: "I agreed. But I really can't afford the money to redeem Miss Shishi, and my family still has a lot of expenses."

Liang Xin lit the piece she had just written on with a lamp and burned it.

This kind of thing is not suitable to be left outside.

I took another piece of paper and wrote again, this time using the regular script instructed by Su Shi and Li Qingzhao.

After writing, Liang Xin pushed the piece of paper to Zhou Bangyan: "I know what trouble you have been in recently. I opened a shop called Conscience Bank and can lend you money. You have to prepare a dowry for your daughter. I I will lend you five hundred thousand, and you can pay it back in 15 years. The interest will be compounded over 15 years, and it will not exceed the principal. Once you receive your monthly salary, I will deduct it from your salary directly."

In 15 years, the principal has not been exceeded.

Zhou Bangyan has already heard that the charcoal shop in Bianjing not only sells charcoal at low prices, but also can borrow it if you don't have money, and the interest rate is very low.

At this time, looking at the dowry loan Liang Xin gave him, he roughly calculated that the interest rate was less than [-]%, and the annual interest rate was less than [-] cents.

What is the difference between this and giving it to yourself for free?

Zhou Bangyan asked: "Is this a sign of goodwill towards me?"

"No." Liang Xin shook her head with certainty: "Anyone who comes to borrow it will have this amount. If I am demoted and my house is ransacked, I will collect the original copy first."

"How about borrowing a thousand dollars and paying it back in three years?" Zhou Bangyan felt that his daughter could get married in a grand manner.

Zhou Bangyan is not a poor man.

His rank is not high, it is 180 thousand qian a year. His rank is higher, [-] thousand qian.

Liang Xin is actually the poor person.

His annual salary, all added up, does not exceed two hundred thousand yuan.

(Don’t worry, Song Dynasty only had 770 yuan at this time, and one thousand yuan is no longer Guan)

Liang Xin: "Of course, I'll do the math."

Taking out a form, Liang Xin compared it to find out the quick calculations, and then used the abacus to hit it: "Borrow one thousand thousand dollars, calculated at an interest rate of 42% per year, you have to pay me back three thousand and zero every month." [-] yuan. However, the handling fee must be paid first, which is [-]% of the total amount. When you borrow money, you sign and pay a handling fee of [-] yuan."

"The handling fee is that someone will collect your salary for you, and by the way, we will deduct our money, and we will also have to register for you, make the watch, and other hard work."

After Liang Xin finished explaining, she listed the amount and showed it to Zhou Bangyan.

"Borrowed it, a thousand dollars."

After all, it is also a family of officials, so marrying a daughter cannot be shabby.

Zhou Bangyan picked up the piece of paper written by Liang Xin, stood up suddenly, and ran out quickly.

(End of this chapter)