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  Chapter 143 Do something in your spare time (9k words)

  After hearing Xu Yun's greeting.

  Old Su first glanced at Lao Jia who were counting.

   followed Xu Yun and quietly left the study.

  Then the two came to the courtyard, Xu Yun took the initiative to say:

   "Master, the issues involved by Mr. Tongyu and others are quite difficult, and it may take more than a few days this time.

  Little people are soft-spoken, so I hope the master can persuade Mr. Tongyu a few more words, don't hurt yourself because of it. "

  Xu Yun said this very seriously, he was really afraid that something would happen to Lao Jia and the others.

  Looking at ancient and modern China and foreign countries.

  Most people who do research have a common problem.

  Using a certain idiom to describe it is easy to see Lie Xinxi:

  When encountering a problem they are interested in, they not only like to get to the bottom of it, but also often ignore the time and even affect the biological clock.

  In fact, Xu Yun is also this kind of person.

   Let’s not talk about it.

   Let’s talk about the recent research and development of the fifth-generation bariatric forest.

  During the most critical stages, Xu Yun, Qiu Sheng, Zhou Peiyao and others hardly had a good rest. .

   Like Qiu Sheng, they simply spread a sleeping bag in the lounge next door, and everyone took turns to be on duty at night.

  Xu Yun knows better than anyone else how attractive the questions he raised are to Lao Jia and the others, not to mention that he also wrote several half-solved formulas.

  The truth is like a mountain peak on a foggy day.

  While the clouds and mist are lingering, one can still see the reality within reach.

  So Xu Yun can guarantee it.

  If Lao Jia and the others were not watched and dissuaded, they would definitely calculate the results day and night, forgetting to eat and sleep all day long.

  If Lao Jia is Xiao Jia, then it is relatively easy to handle.

  Young people, it’s okay to stay up all night once or twice.

   But Lao Jia is now **10 years old, and his bones really can't bear such a toss.

  If no one is staring at this old man, maybe he can really show off a wave of coquettish operations that can be fatal.

  If so.

   At that time, Lao Jia may shout that it is good to smile Jiuquan, but Xu Yun will have no place to cry.

   Therefore, due to emotion and reason, he couldn't let these old men whose average age was about the same age as AC Milan's defense line let themselves go.

  Old Su obviously understands this too, after all, he is also one of the people who have experienced it.

  I saw that he didn't hesitate much, nodded neatly, and said:

   "No problem, just leave this matter to the old man, they will still listen to what the old man says."

  Xu Yun let go of his distraction slightly, and then pretended to ask casually:

   "By the way, master, will His Highness King Jian come to class tomorrow?"

   According to Xu Yun's previous agreement with Xiao Li Xiao Zhao and others.

  The three-person small class is held once every three days on average. During this period, Xu Yun will leave some "homework" for them to go home and spend two days digesting the knowledge thoroughly.

  This frequency is better than one lesson a day for Xiao Zhao and Xiao Li.

  As for Old Su.

   means one lesson a day, or even several lessons a day.

  After all, his studies are quite complicated, and the three-person class is still mainly based on physics, with different directions and orientations.

   And tomorrow is the start day of the three-person class, so it is normal for Xu Yun, as the 'head teacher', to care about the students' situation.

  Old Su was silent for a moment when he heard the words, and looked around a few times.

   led Xu Yun to a more secluded corner, and said:

   "Xiao Wang, you have to be prepared, His Majesty Jian Wang. I'm afraid you will be absent again tomorrow."

  Xu Yun's heart froze, and he asked:

   "Master, the Queen Mother's phoenix body has not recovered yet?"

  Old Su shook his head, he didn't want to talk at first.

   But thinking of Xu Yun's background, he finally said concisely:

   "In short, not optimistic."

  After hearing the news from Xiao Zhao earlier, he specially asked someone to inquire about the situation in the palace.

  Although he has stepped down as prime minister for nearly two years, he still has connections in the court, so he has learned more inside information.

   One of the most critical information is

  The queen mother not only fell this time, but also fell quite seriously:

  Because there was only one supporting leg when getting out of bed at night, after the Queen Mother lost her center of gravity, her head hit the edge of the bed.

  Don’t look at the wooden bed you sleep on these days, the bed is made of top-notch oiled agarwood!

  Agarwood Agarwood.

   refers to the fragrant wood that sinks in the water, which is a type of wood with extremely high density.

   Without buffering.

  The head collided with a large piece of thick agarwood, and the injury was not much worse than hitting a stone.

   In the words of later generations, it is.

   In addition to the bone fracture and blood conduction problems that may be caused by the wrestling, the queen mother also suffered a concussion.

  Because the queen mother fell into a coma for a while, the palace called Xiao Zhao over urgently, just in case.

  At the same time, even Xiao Li can hear this kind of news. It can be seen that there must be a pusher behind him who is pushing the news out, and the more people who want to know, the better.

  Think here.

  Old Su couldn't help but sighed complicatedly.

  Emperor Zhezong died less than four months ago, another heavyweight in the palace had an accident.

  Although from a personal point of view, Lao Su is also somewhat dissatisfied with the choice of identifying Song Huizong as the throne to the Queen Mother, thinking that it is difficult for King Duan to take a big role.

   But except for this one.

   There is actually no big problem with the Queen Mother.

   It can even be said so.

  The current Song court must rely on the experience and methods of the queen mother to make the transition, and the transfer of power can never be too peaceful.

  It’s really stormy.

  Looking at Lao Su who was unwilling to discuss in depth, Xu Yun was thoughtful.

  Although he didn't know the details, the Queen Mother Xiang only lived half a year longer in history—this is still a situation where there is a high probability that no wrestling happened.

   So obvious.

   Today's Empress Dowager Xiang is not optimistic, and may even be a little critical.

   And in this way.

  The pressure that Xiao Zhao has to face has suddenly increased a lot.

   After all, follow the normal historical trajectory.

  Early next year, the Empress Dowager died, and Liu Kuang would report Deng Duo in July.

  The prison case broke out in Prince Cai's Mansion, Deng Duo and many of Xiao Zhao's right-hand men were sentenced to death, Song Huizong and Xiao Zhao's brothers fought against each other.

   That is to say.

  After the death of the Empress Dowager Xiang, Song Huizong spent about six months to clear up some resistance, or the larger resistance, and then turned his attention to his biggest remaining competitor.

To know.

  When the prison case at Prince Cai’s Mansion broke out, Xiao Zhao’s biological mother and biggest backer, Mrs. Zhu, was still a year away from her death, which was far from the most suitable time in theory.

   At this time, Song Huizong started to work, indicating that some links have been dealt with almost.

   In other words.

   There is not much time left for Xu Yun to do certain things.

  Think here.

  Xu Yun couldn't help taking a deep breath, and said to Old Su:

   "Master, the villain wants to go out for a while, and I hope the master will allow it."

   "Out?"

  Old Su was surprised when he heard the words,

  Xu Yun has been in the mansion for more than ten days, and as a doorman, it is still very easy to enter and leave the mansion.

   Unlike servants, they can only go out when they are working.

  However, except for the time he went to find Xiao Li, he never stepped out of the house again.

Of course.

   This also has something to do with Lao Su pestering him in class and Wang Yue's condition.

   Now that Xu Yun was going to go out, Lao Su quickly came back to his senses and nodded sharply:

   "Xiao Wang, you have already entered the guest list. If you want to go out, just tell the concierge. You don't need to report to the old man."

   Then he suddenly thought of something, and added:

   ".Could it be that there is something that needs gold and silver, and you don't have enough money?"

  Xu Yun quickly shook his head and said:

   "It has nothing to do with money, but the villain wants to borrow the master's invitation to visit someone in Beijing."

  Bai Tie, which is an indispensable tool for communication between the ancient dignitaries.

  The worship post originated in the Han Dynasty. At that time, the name, residence, etc. were written on the flattened wooden strips.

   Therefore, it is also called "famous stab".

  After the invention of papermaking, the post materials were gradually replaced by paper.

  The form of the greeting post is very demanding, generally it is title + position + native place + name + word + honorific word + worship.

  For example, "Hu Jianren, a well-known long-term writer on the street at the starting point, the fisherman worships the master reader" and so on.

  The other thing is that the call letter is usually stamped with a seal, which can be regarded as a very formal and useful visiting tool.

Of course.

  Now that Lao Su has resigned from office, the nature of the invitation is not as important as when he was an official, so he doesn't have to follow him personally.

  For example, when he was going to Xiao Li's house to pick up books earlier, Mr. Xie gave Yongzhu a greeting card.

  So facing Xu Yun's request, Lao Su was silent for a moment, and did not directly refuse, but asked:

   "Calling post? Which noble person do you want to visit?"

  Xu Yun shook his head, leaned forward and whispered his name:

  "It's not the dignitaries of the dynasty, but"

   "What, visit him?"

  Old Su was taken aback when he heard the words, his brows frowned, and he said in surprise:

   "This person is not simple, the old man rarely interacted with such people when he was in the church, and now the old man is an official"

   "The villain suddenly remembered a letter last night, which recorded a meteor called Halley's Comet, as well as several rare star maps"

   "In the first year, where is the old man's invitation? Find it quickly!"

   Half an hour later.

  Xu Yun called Zhang San, and left the Su Mansion through the main entrance.

  As one of Lao Su's followers, Xu Yun can actually enjoy carriage benefits when traveling.

  Naihe mentioned it before.

  There is only one carriage in Lao Su's house, and it was taken by Lao Su's son Xiao Su No. 6 today.

  So Xu Yun could only choose to take a few more steps and go to a carriage and horse shop to rent a carriage to drive on the road, similar to taxiing in later generations.

Of course.

   The fare will still be reimbursed by Lao Su.

  As the third-class "substitute" servant, Xiao San'er has many opportunities to go out, but he has only ever been in a carriage that pulls grain and grass in his life.

  So when I suddenly heard that there was a real carriage to sit in, I was immediately excited:

   "Brother Wang, where are we going this time?"

  Xu Yun handed him a note with the address on it, and said:

   "Have you ever been to this place?"

  Zhang San took the note and glanced at it, then scratched his head in embarrassment:

   "Brother Wang, I can't read"

  Xu Yun patted his forehead suddenly, took back the note, and read:

   "Hewang Alley next to Wuqi Temple on Pupa Road Street."

   "Oh, Wu Qimiao, I know where it is."

  Hearing this name, Xiao Saner immediately clapped his hands:

   "We still have to enter Suzaku Gate, but last time we went east, this time we have to walk west along the Bian River, which is almost close to the boundary of Zhengmen.

  Brother Wang, which big businessman’s house are we going to this time? "

  Xu Yun glanced at him with a smile, and asked as he walked:

"how you said that?"

  Xiao San'er pointed in a certain direction. Nowadays, there are basically no buildings with more than two floors in Bianjing City, so there is a five-story building in the distance that is quite conspicuous:

   "Fanlou is right there, and next to Xijiaolou Street, next to Yushitai and Xishangshusheng, a house there costs tens of thousands of miles!"

  Hearing this number, Xu Yun couldn't help being speechless:

   "Good guy, how many tens of thousands does a house cost?"

  Little Saner nodded vigorously, with a hint of envy in his eyes:

   "Yes, it is the most expensive piece of land in Beijing."

  Xu Yun glanced at Fanlou again, that is, the famous Fanlou in later generations, the surprise in his eyes still did not fade away.

   In fact, what he didn't know was.

  At this time, the housing prices in the Northern Song Dynasty were not comparable to those of later generations.

  In the early Northern Song Dynasty.

  The price of an ordinary house in Bianjing is about a thousand dollars, which is not expensive, because this is a house where several or even a dozen people live together.

  The comprehensive price is about 60 to 1 million in later generations, which is acceptable.

   But in the late Northern Song Dynasty.

  Bianjing's housing prices have gone crazy, and they have risen a lot in a year.

  According to the estimate in "Song Dynasty Urban Studies" published in 2014 by Professor Bao Weimin from the School of History, Renmin University of China.

  The population density of Bianjing in the late Northern Song Dynasty even reached 12,000-13,000 people per square kilometer.

To know.

  Even in the Chao X district where enthusiastic people gathered in later generations of Yanjing, the population density is only seven to eight thousand per square kilometer.

  Back when Ouyang Xiu was serving as the presiding judge of the Zhijian Court and the Dengwen Drum Court, he could only choose to rent a house.

  Another person who had a deep resentment about the house was Lao Su’s good friend, Su Shi’s younger brother Su Zhe.

   That is, Lao Su, the younger brother of Lao Su's friend Lao Su.

  Su Zhe, like Bai Juyi, who wrote poems and complained about presbyopia before, also wrote poems and complained about housing prices more than once.

  For example, "I'm old and I don't have a house, and the scholars think it's a statement."

  And "I have no house at the age of 70, and I am in chaos. My children and grandchildren will be 80 years old, and the house can be used as a guest for ten years" and so on.

  Su Zhe's resentment lasted until his later years, and he built three new houses in Xuzhou.

   I haven't been happy for several months.

  An earthquake occurred in Xuzhou in the second year. The earthquake triggered a landslide and all the houses collapsed.

   What a sad story

  The line of sight returns to the original place.

all in all.

   It is obviously impossible to buy a house in the center of Bianjing in this era without any financial resources.

  Even the juniors know this concept.

   Then the two walked for about a kilometer, and finally came to a car dealership.

   "Shopkeeper, please come here."

   After entering the carriage and horse shop.

  Xu Yun first looked at the various carriages inside, and asked an old man in purple who looked like he was in charge:

   "How much is it to rent a carriage?"

  The old man walked over with a smile, and cupped his hands towards Xu Yun:

   "My lord, there are more than 20 carriages in the little old horse shop, which are divided into two types: long-distance and short-term rental.

  If you choose to go far, Xiao Lao can also provide some escorts to accompany you.”

  Xu Yun shook his head and interrupted:

   "Short-term rental is fine."

  The expression of the old man in purple didn't change much, and he led Xu Yun to a corner:

   "As you can see, the several carriages here can be rented short-term.

   If you come to Beijing from other places and want to make connections or visit old friends, Xiao Lao suggests choosing these luxurious carriages with good horses.

   If you are just on a temporary journey, you only need to choose an ordinary pack horse, and the price is much cheaper. "

  Xu Yun looked at the ordinary carriage, pointed at one casually and said:

   "How much is the rental price?"

   "Starting at 400 Wen, rent for half a day."

   "Certificate available?"

"sure."

  Xu Yun nodded slightly.

  The degree of commercial development in the Song Dynasty can be seen from this carriage.

   Then he tried to cut the price for a long time, and after arguing hard, he got two pennies cheaper.

  Counting the cost of tea during the period, about four pennies in blood.

  After negotiating the price.

  The old man recruited the coachman, asked Xu Yun to tell him the address, and the two parties paid the money.

   Then, driven by the coachman, the carriage slowly headed west.

  The planning of Bianjing in the Song Dynasty is somewhat similar to that of later generations, especially on the main road in central Beijing where Suzaku Gate is located, sidewalks and roads for carriages and horses are clearly planned.

  Thus, even though there were many pedestrians coming and going, the carriage still easily drove into the Imperial Street.

  In 1988.

  Junyi Municipal Government once built a retro-style commercial street in imitation of the Song Dynasty in the northern section of Zhongshan Road in Longting District, which is Songduyu Street.

  Except for the green belt, the Royal Street of the Song Dynasty has basically restored the style of the Royal Street of the Song Dynasty.

   It is an ancient project with a relatively high degree of local restoration.

  So if there is a chance, the few students may wish to go around.

Of course.

  Don’t buy the stuff inside, it’s a scam.

Da da da-

  The carriage drove for about half an hour.

  I saw the shaking carriage stabilized, and the groom's voice came from outside:

   "Young Master, we have arrived at the place you said."

  Xu Yun beckoned the eye-opening little San'er to get off the car, and bowed politely to the groom.

   Then he looked at the building in front of him.

   This is a rather large mansion with high walls and luxurious decoration.

   But it is worth noting that

  The lion before the gate has no curly mane.

  Xu Yun looked at the front door and thought for a moment, then handed some copper coins to Xiao Saner, and said:

   "Third brother, you can buy some food nearby, and wait for me outside with this driver brother, don't run too far."

   After explaining these.

  He moved to the gate and knocked:

"Is anyone here?"

   After a while.

  A baffle of the door was pulled open, and a young voice came from inside:

   "Who is it?"

  Xu Yun handed over the greeting card and said:

   "My little brother, I'm sorry to bother you, the young master of the prince, the doorman of Duke Zhao's residence, wants to meet the owner of this house."

   "Mr. Zhao?"

   At this time, it has been about two years since Lao Su left the court, and some newly promoted concierges may not have an impression of this title, after all, the county is actually a very broad title these days.

  But seeing that Xu Yun's speech and complexion did not look like ordinary servants, the concierge hesitated for a moment, and decided to report.

  I saw him coldly drop a sentence:

   "You wait here, I will report to the master."

  click—

  Looking at the closed baffle again, Xu Yun couldn't help feeling slightly dumbfounded.

To know.

  When he went to Xiao Li's house as a servant before, the concierge named Uncle Qin didn't show them any face.

   Right now, his status has been promoted to a doorman, but he is despised by others.

   "The ancients said that one can see the whole leopard. It seems that this master is not an easy person to deal with. But it is normal for him after all."

   About half an hour passed.

   crunch—

  The left side door is opened.

  The male servant with a fair face sticks out his head, his tone is still neither cold nor cold:

"come in."

  Xu Yun was not annoyed, he thanked the boy, and walked into the mansion through the side door.

   As soon as he entered the door, the servant stopped him.

  I saw the boy stretch out his hand, his fair face was full of impatience, and he asked:

   "Wait a minute, what about the gift list?"

  Xu Yun blinked:

"Clam?"

   Seeing this, the boy’s expression suddenly sank:

   "When I came to visit the master, your master didn't even prepare for the door-to-door ceremony? You don't know the rules? Or are you ignorant?"

  Xu Yun raised his eyelids and glanced at the servant.

   Rao is good at self-cultivation, so he couldn't help frowning at this time:

   "A ceremony at the door? Did your master say it himself?"

   "This is the rule that the mansion should abide by"

   "Rules?"

  Xu Yun sneered:

   "The capital of Xinglong, under the feet of the emperor, the sun is shining brightly. How dare you, a little concierge, speak nonsense about the rules?"

"you"

   "What am I? Let me ask you again, your master has no official status and no military exploits. In broad daylight, a servant like you dares to ask for a bribe from Duke Zhao, who was personally appointed by Emperor Zhezong. Is this called a rule?"

   "Do you know that back then when the county prince had a big waist, ruled the world, and culture and education flourished, your master was nothing more than an illiterate village boy in the countryside, but now he wears a monkey and wears the crown. Is this called the rule?"

   Said here.

  Xu Yun couldn't help but glanced at this person, and uncommonly raised the banner:

   "Do you want me to take you to Junyi Mansion, and ask Mr. Fu Yin to comment on the real rules? —Oh, by the way, Mr. Fu Yin is also my master's disciple."

  He didn't have a good impression of the person he was looking for today, and in a sense, this person was also one of the chief culprits of the Northern Song Dynasty's sudden death.

   Now that he met an evil servant, he vented all the anger in his heart.

  Anyway, it doesn’t matter how vicious it is to talk about this kind of culprit.

   And the other side.

  Every time Xu Yun said a word, the boy's face became stiffer.

  When passing the greeting card earlier, the master was a little moved at first, but after hearing that the person who came was just a young man came to the door, he let him lead him in a little casually.

   Neither made any other explanations nor mentioned the identity of the other party.

  Therefore, the young man thought that the other party was of ordinary background, and started to bully others, wanting to get some extra money for himself.

   but did not expect

  The other party seems to be really a stubble?

   After all, Xu Yun is full of confidence, and he can still understand the words Zazhi Tianxia.

  This is the prime minister!

  Even if there is a "before" in front of it, this is not something ordinary people can afford.

  Master mistaken me!

  Think here.

  He couldn't help but cringe and cupped his hands at Xu Yun, apologizing:

   "Young Master, please calm down. The villain has eyes but can't see Mount Tai. I hope that you will forgive me, forgive your sins, and make atonement."

  Xu Yun glanced at him, then shook his head slightly:

   "Then don't lead the way ahead?"

  The little servant nodded repeatedly, bowed his body and attracted the way.

   Then the two walked through two courtyards and came to a house:

   "Master, the distinguished guest has been brought."

   After a while.

   There was a soft voice in the room:

   "Let him in."

  The servant made a very flattering gesture of please.

  Xu Yun glanced at him and straightened his collar.

   strode into the house.

  I saw this moment.

  There was a man sitting in the room. Due to his dim vision, he couldn't see his clothes and appearance clearly.

  See Xu Yun enter.

   This person first looked at him briefly, and asked casually:

   "I don't know if Zhao Jungong sent a little brother here, what's the important thing to talk about?"

   Xu Yun was silent for a moment, took out a letter from his body, and handed it to the man:

   "You will know after reading."

  The man's brows suddenly frowned slightly.

  In ancient China, there were many ways for visitors to address their hosts.

  For example, Mr. XX, Mr. XX or Your Majesty, etc.

   Directly using "you" to express, firstly, the grammar is rare, and secondly, it is also a bit impolite.

   Like men addressing Xu Yun, they always use the word "little brother", which is a basic courtesy.

  In addition, the man is often flattered by people on weekdays, so when he heard Xu Yun's "you", he felt a little unhappy.

  However, considering that this person represented Lao Su, the man snorted coldly and took the letter.

   I intend to read the content before deciding on the next attitude.

  If this person is just an ordinary servant.

   Hiss—

  The man opened the envelope and looked at the contents with a frown.

   But watch and watch.

  His expression gradually changed.

  I saw that he was surprised at first, and then a sluggishness appeared.

   After reading the entire letter.

  The only thing left on the expression was outright panic, and his hands were shaking like Parkinson's.

  Pala—

  Perhaps because of his panic, the man couldn't sit still and slid directly from his seat.

  However, his mind was not at all on his posture.

  He sat slumped on the ground, while stretching out his index finger, shaking and pointing at Xu Yundao:

   "Who are you? Are you a human or a ghost? Ah? Are you a human or a ghost?!"

  Xu Yunjian said, spreading his hands towards him:

   "People, of course."

   Gollum—

  The man swallowed heavily, and asked in fear:

   "Then what is your intention in writing this letter?"

  Hearing this, Xu Yun raised a mysterious arc at the corner of his mouth.

   Then he stepped forward and said in a voice that the reader could not hear:

   "so so. so so"

Note:

  Are there any unlucky ones who fail in the fourth and sixth grades? Let me see your hands~

  9000 words, ask for a monthly pass, isn't it too much?

   Can anyone guess who this is?

   Guess it will add two updates.

  (end of this chapter)