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Chapter 743 Don't Talk to the Fortune Teller

Xiangzhou Anyang.

Inside the Wanji Hall of the Han family.

Han Jiayan strolled among them, accompanied by his son Han Jinsun.

The son-in-law was walking, and suddenly said: "The Lin family hasn't let the matchmaker come to propose marriage yet?"

Han Jinsun shook his head: "No."

Han Jiayan said indifferently: "Young people are proud and arrogant, and they refuse to give in after suffering a loss!"

Han Jinsun sneered and said: "In my opinion, this pair of father and son are people who don't know the so-called generation. A squad leader in Linyuan Scenic Area can marry my Han family. It is a blessing accumulated over several lifetimes. If the opportunity is not in use, then don't blame us for being merciless!"

Han Jiayan said: "There's no need to make a death feud, it's just that Lin Chong's academy can't continue to open. The source of Jinshi students in Hebei must not be touched by outsiders!"

The imperial examinations in the Song Dynasty had achieved relative fairness, but absolute fairness was impossible. For example, there were also regional biases. The northerners often had fewer educational resources, but they were more likely to be taken care of than southerners.

For example, during the Zhenzong Dynasty, a Shandong native and a Jiangxi native competed for the top prize. Kou Zhun bluntly said that "people who go to the country from the south are not suitable for Kuiduo." There was also a Hebei native Zhang Cun, who was later Sima Guang's father-in-law. After defending the city and making great achievements, he was admitted as a Jinshi in the second year. Some people were jealous that "Zhang Cun liberated the whirlwind cannon, and Ren Bian could burn fierce fire oil", and satirized Zhang Cun to become a Jinshi by fighting wars, without real talent and learning.

Not to mention whether this kind of irony is ironic. For a long time, if the scholars from the north and the south were similar, they would be biased towards the admission of northerners. Although there is no such a big tendency now, Xiangzhou Han is still keen to grasp the direction of the wind , know how to make Hebei candidates profit as much as possible.

To put it bluntly, it is still science. The skills of the imperial examinations cover all aspects, and naturally also include policy policies.

"The north has not experienced war for a long time, and its political status will inevitably gradually decline. If our Han family wants to maintain their family status, we must pay close attention to education internally, so that there will be a large number of Jinshi, and externally, we must expand our influence and establish a chamber of commerce!"

Han Jiayan's thoughts were clear, and he thought about it: "The Sui'an Academy exam is a good idea, what do you think?"

Han Jinsun's complexion changed: "Father, I don't think so. There are assessments in all major academies, but they need to be admitted to a certain great Confucianism before they can be assessed. When you are admitted to the hospital, you have to take the exam. Isn't it pushing the source of students out?"

Han Jiayan was immersed in his own thoughts and didn't notice his son's expression: "Ordinary academies are indeed like this, but our Han family's academies in Xiangzhou do not lack students. Instead, we want to urge students and weed out some swindlers. After all My Han family's family rules, culture and education must be fair and just, the capable go up and the mediocre go down!"

Han Jinsun fell silent.

Han Jiayan has already decided to absorb the good places of Suian Academy, secretly teach the "Three Character Classics" to young children, and then learn from the "Three Years and Five Years" model to increase the exams and improve the competitiveness of the survival of the fittest.

After having an idea about culture and education, he became concerned about the chamber of commerce again: "How is the Anyang guild going?"

Han Jinsun said: "Ever since Wang Jiying was assassinated and exiled, the second brother has made great strides forward, and the Wang family has been retreating steadily, and it is overwhelmed!"

Han Misun was born of Han Qi's other son, Han Duanyan, who has always been business minded. He established the Anyang Guild early on and monopolized Xiangzhou's business. , Let the Anyang Guild fill the vacancy and become one of the six major chambers of commerce.

Han Jiayan was not at ease, and warned in a calm voice: "Wang Jizhong is much more difficult to deal with than Wang Jiying. Wang Jiying was killed by bandits, and Li Gong's health is completely broken. The wind direction may change. You must be cautious." Please, don't be caught by Mrs. Wang during this time!"

Han Jinsun wrote down: "Father, I understand!"

Han Jiayan lowered his voice subconsciously: "Restrain the private market, in case the Wang family fish dies, we can get out in time!"

Han Jinsun's complexion changed slightly: "What's the matter...we don't want to force them to death?"

Han Jiayan said: "It's easy to go from being frugal to being extravagant, and it's hard to go from being extravagant to being frugal. This is the reason. Now the situation is unpredictable, so we must be on the safe side in everything. Don't be careless!"

The mutual market between Song and Liao began in the second year of Taiping Xingguo. At that time, Zhao Guangyi was still Zhao Guangyi, and the Great Song Dynasty began to discuss business, and traded incense medicine, rhinoceros and tea with Liao. Later, the two countries went to war, and the mutual market was endless. With Tongtong, Zhao Guangyi also became the god of chariots in Gaolianghe.

It was not until the second year of Jingde more than 1005 years later, in [-] A.D., after Song and Liao signed the Chanyuan Alliance, that they began to negotiate in places where Xiongzhou, Bazhou, Ansu Army, and Guangxin Army were stationed. Not only did they sell the above items, but they also began to sell goods such as cloth, lacquerware, and glutinous rice.

The Liao Kingdom sold money, cloth, sheep, horses, camels, etc. There is no doubt that in terms of trade, it is impossible for the surrounding ethnic groups to compare with the Han people, so the Song Dynasty spent more than 40 yuan every year.

From the perspective of economic benefits alone, the Chanyuan alliance is very cost-effective. The annual coins are earned back from the Liao people, and the wool comes from the sheep.

Of course, just as there were many private markets on the border between Song and Xia, there were even more private markets on the border between Song and Liao. Many people wanted to divide up such a huge piece of cake. The Northern Army took a big piece, and the Han family also took a big piece.

It turns out that everyone has an agreed and unspoken ratio. Now that the Anyang Guild wants to grow, it is ready to change this ratio, and only then has the most acute contradiction.

The Han family is not going to do things absolutely, and don't give any benefits to the soldiers of the Northern Army, but everyone wants to enjoy it, and everyone is unwilling to tighten their belts to live, so why not fight?

Logically, it is true that the fish will not be killed, but the Han family has been in Xiangzhou for so long, and they have long known that everything should not be just reasoned. There are many things that both sides are red-eyed and will do many irrational things.

So Han Jiayan gave many more detailed instructions, and Han Jinsun took notes carefully, and respectfully sent the father away, left Wanjitang, and went to his own house.

His mansion covers an area of ​​hundreds of acres, with eleven couplets in front and back, and one hundred and six rooms. On one side of the whole alley outside, you can only see the gate of their house. Sometimes you have to walk a long way to walk through the corridors and alleys at home. Time, even wishing to come and go on horseback.

But this time, Han Jinsun was walking slowly under the careful service of his servants, his eyes flickering constantly.

This thought was not interrupted until a fragrant wind rushed towards him: "Master, why don't you take a look at the servant's house?"

Hearing the warm words, he felt the delicate and delicate body sticking up. In the past, Han Jinsun would smile at the newly accepted twenty-nine concubines, but now he became more and more irritable and shook his hand hard :"go away!"

"what!"

The woman fell to the ground and cried out in pain. Not far away, the beautiful concubine Ji who wanted to rush over to act like a baby also stopped and kept silent. Han Jinsun walked over with a stern face, and said in a hateful voice: "It's because you are asking too much, otherwise Why do I need...huh!!"

All the way back to the inner house angrily, there was the sound of reciting Buddhist scriptures in the distance. Han Jinsun knew that this was his wife, Cui Shi, and she was paying homage to the Buddha again.

Han Qi didn't have a good impression of Buddhism in the first place, and in Xiangzhou, the only place that could compete with the Han family for land was the Buddhist monastery, which made him even more disgusted.

Even not only in Xiangzhou, but in all states and counties in the world, the landlords who occupy the most land and own the most land are often not wealthy officials, but Buddhist temples. With the continuous donations of believers, an ordinary temple can buy dozens of hectares Even with hundreds of hectares of land, how can they be so embarrassing for the gentry who study hard and work hard to get into the Jinshi?

But today, after thinking about it, Han Jinsun went in and went to his wife.

Cui Shi, who was dressed in a plain robe, was clasping his hands together and muttering sutras, but when he heard the sound, he opened his eyes and looked at the husband with a questioning expression.

Han Jinsun waved his hand, and the monks and attendants stepped back immediately before saying, "Father is going to introduce exams in major academies to screen students!"

Cui said indifferently: "My concubine has long warned the officials that culture and education are the foundation of the family, and they should not reach out..."

Han Jinsun said irritably: "What's the use of talking about it now? If it wasn't for every house that squeezed its own piece to death, I wouldn't do that in the academy. Now the problem is how to solve it. Once the internal examination, those who You can't even hide it if you pretend to be fake!"

Cui fell silent: "According to my concubine's opinion, the officials can go to my father to admit my mistake, and he will suppress this matter."

Han Jinsun said angrily: "Then I won't be able to take the position of head of the family in the future. Do you need to teach me this method?"

Cui didn't say any more, put his hands together: "Amitabha!"

Han Jinsun got up resentfully, and left with a flick of his sleeves. Just as he left the inner house, he saw the bookboy come to report: "Ah Lang, Chai Ya Nei handed me a greeting card, and agreed..."

Han Jinsun was furious, and immediately said: "Push it! What kind of yamen is this Chai Jin? The descendants of Hou Zhou, really think that someone will recognize the iron certificate of the alchemy book? It's a joke!"

The book boy didn't dare to say anything, and retreated Yangyang.

Thinking of Chai Jin's relationship with A Lang on weekdays, he had a lot of respect, but he was so despised behind his back, he couldn't help feeling a little worthless for that young man.

Of course, he is more concerned about his own safety. This Alang is moody, but he has killed many servants, and he will be in danger.

Worried about writing a reply to Chai Jin, the book boy thought about it, and decided to take the initiative to send it to his door.

"Sell divination to make a living, tell people's fate!"

However, just after leaving the gate of the backyard, a clear voice came, and he heard it and looked over.

I saw a person wearing a white silk Taoist uniform, holding a pair of bells and pestles in his right hand, and a paper trick in his left hand, on which it was written: "Talking about fate and talking about the sky, one or two divination gold."

Han Jinsun didn't believe in Buddhism, nor did he believe in destiny, but the book boy believed in this very firmly. In addition, the fortune teller had a fair face and elegant appearance, so he didn't look like a liar at first glance. After hesitating for a while, he finally went forward:

"Sir, I want to make a fortune!"

(End of this chapter)