Guide to Traveling through the Northern Song Dynasty.

Chapter 143 0138 [Lin Chong is Yang Zhi's younger brother? 】

Don't talk about being passionate and upright when you were young, Qin Hui, who is in his 20s, is already good at observing words and deeds.

This has something to do with his family background. His father was a selection officer and served two terms as county magistrate in the mountainous area.It is estimated that he did not get much oil and water, so he died, and his mother took him and his younger brother to his uncle.

Living under the fence of others all the year round, he also teaches the village school to subsidize the family, and is quite talented himself. Qin Hui is inferior, arrogant and self-interested.

When he was a rural teacher, he was probably tossed by some brats a lot, and he left two incomplete poems angrily: If he gets [-] acres of paddy fields, he will not be the king of hozen.

Even the attendants who went to Beijing to catch the exam were borrowed from my uncle's house.

At this moment, during the conversation, Qin Hui was already observing carefully.

He felt that Zhu Ming should be a son of a rich family. Although he was dressed in ordinary clothes, he was carrying a sword, iron gun, iron mace, bow and arrow.

In addition, Zhu Ming speaks "Western language", most of them belong to Jiangmen's children-Jiangmen's children can also take the imperial examination. The way of teaching teachers is to be a military officer first, and then change to a civil servant after taking the exam. He has always had the status of a civil servant.

Looking at Li Hanzhang, Bai Chongyan, and Ling Guxu, all of them are well dressed, and they must have some background.

No matter what, make a good relationship first.

With the intention of making friends, Qin Hui went back to his room to put down his luggage, took out some snacks, and ran to knock on the doors one by one.The first thing he knocked on was Zhu Ming's room: "Brother Chenggong, this is a preserved fruit brought from Jiangning. It's a mere gift, not a respect. Thank you for giving up the guest room."

"It's easy to say." Ju Ming didn't say much.

Qin Hui is a sensitive and delicate person, aware of Ju Ming's alienated attitude, and subconsciously thinks that this is the aloofness of a child of the aristocratic family.

So, after chatting casually, he went to open another room.

This guy made friends deliberately, and his speech was nice. Li Hanzhang, Bai Chongyan, and Ling Guxu all had a good impression of him.

When Bai Sheng came back from fostering the horse, Zhu Ming threw the preserved fruit over: "Try something from the south."

Bai Sheng quickly opened the paper bag, sat down around the table with Shi Biao, and ate snacks heartily.

Looking at the bed in the room, it is no problem to sleep two people, but it is too crowded to sleep three people, Bai Sheng said: "Brother sleeps on the bed, I will make the floor with Shishi."

"Okay, after the Lantern Festival, there will be vacant guest rooms." Zhu Ming was not pretentious.

Everyone was exhausted from the journey, and after eating some dry food, they fell asleep.

"Ahhhh!"

Early in the morning, Li Hanzhang shouted outside the door: "Da Lang, I'm going out to eat, I want to have a good time to visit Tokyo today!"

After Zhu Ming finished washing, he ordered: "Shitou, you stay at the inn to guard your luggage, and I'll bring you something to eat later."

"Okay, I'll wait." Shi Biao nodded.

Zhu Ming went out with only a sword, went downstairs to join the crowd, and Qin Hui was there.

First, take a stroll outside the city, and soon you will see food stalls, and a wooden sign saying "All [-] Wen".

"Let's eat here." Ling Guxu suggested.

There are many small horses beside the booth, and Li Hanzhang took one and sat down: "Everyone has one, I treat you!"

This is a breakfast made of all kinds of internal organs boiled in water. Most of them are heart, lung and small intestines, and there is no large intestine.Maybe some powder was put into it, and the soup seemed thick, and it came with a small bowl of rice.

Bai Sheng quickly finished the rice and teased in a low voice: "Tokyo people just can't do it, and the breakfast is very small, how can they fill their stomachs? The price is also expensive. What is the value of the water? How much can you buy in Xixiang for [-] cents?" Big bowl of rice."

Zhu Ming smiled: "A few more bowls of rice!"

Qin Hui ate slowly, looked at Xue Daoguang curiously, and asked Chen Yuan, "Have you asked your name yet?"

Chen Yuan said: "Chen Yuan is from Nanjian."

Qin Hui has lived in the countryside of Jiangning (Nanjing) all year round, and has never heard of Chen Yuan's name.

Lao Chen was only famous in Fujian and Suzhou and Hangzhou. When he went to give lectures in other places, he always reported his teacher's name first, and then his uncle's name, so that someone would treat him as a Confucian.

"It turned out to be Mr. Chen face to face, and he has admired his name for a long time." Qin Hui opened his eyes and said nonsense.

After breakfast, I packed a few more and asked for extra rice, and everyone strolled back to the inn.

You can take your time in Tokyo, but you have to hurry up when setting up a stall.

According to Bai Chongyan, stalls are in short supply during the Lantern Festival, and merchants have already bought them with money, so it is impossible for Juren to set up stalls for free.Therefore, during the days of the lantern market during the Lantern Festival, there were only about ten days left to sell goods before the exam.

Everyone took their goods, went around the city to the south, and entered the city through Dailou Gate.

Not far away, I saw both sides of the Cai River, full of scholars who set up street stalls.

Guozijian, Taixue, Wuxue, these schools are surrounded by the Cai River, scholars feel that there is a cultural atmosphere here, even if they do business, they will not be ashamed.

"There's space over there!" Bai Sheng shouted.

The crowd declined each other, and in the end the game was decided by guessing fists, so Gu Xu took over the booth.

After walking for a while, one after another, everyone found an open space.

Zhu Ming spread a layer of sackcloth, poured dried shiitake mushrooms on top, and placed the century-old Ganoderma lucidum specially provided by President Zhu.

Not far away is Qin Hui, who sells private salt.

Obviously private salt is better sold, because the price is very cheap, many Kaifeng citizens wander here to buy salt.

The scholar at the booth next door was reading a book, and Zhu Ming said casually, "Juming in Xiayangzhou, where is your hometown?"

The scholar put down his book: "Lin Xun, from Hezhou."

Grass, it turned out to be a "folk"!
Zhu Ming and his son claimed to be from Guangxi, and Lin Xun happened to be from Guangxi as well.

Zhu Ming took a look at his booth. Well, it really belongs to local specialties, all kinds of animal skins and bones, and some tuancha.

Lin Xun seemed to be introverted, he only said one sentence, and then continued to read.

As time went by, more and more scholars set up stalls, crowding both sides of the Cai River, and there were thousands of juren at least.

There are also a lot of people shopping here, and the prices here are cheap.

"How do you sell this mushroom?" a customer asked.

Zhu Ming is also reading, and Bai Sheng is in charge of selling: "Eighty Wen!"

"How much?" The customer didn't understand because Bai Sheng's accent was too strong.

"Eighty essays." Bai Sheng gestured.

The customer shook his head: "It's too expensive."

Bai Sheng said anxiously: "It's not expensive, it's dry goods, and it's not weighed down."

The customer walked away cursing, probably saying that Bai Sheng was poor and crazy.

Not long after, another man of about 30 years old came, with a treasured sword hanging from his waist.

The man asked, "How old is this Ganoderma lucidum?"

"It's a hundred years to say the least." Bai Sheng nonsense.

The man asked again: "How much?"

Bai Sheng said: "Three hundred guan."

"But he thought I was a fool." The man shook his head again and again.

Zhu Ming suddenly said: "Your Excellency's knife is not bad, but the scabbard is made of python skin?"

The man smiled and said, "Your sword is also good."

"Can I take a look at it?" Zhu Ming asked.

The man drew the knife out of its sheath, but he didn't hand it over to Zhu Ming, he just held it by himself.

Zhu Ming took a closer look: "Hundred Refined Steel Knife?"

"Almost." The man was quite complacent.

Zhu Ming asked, "Your Excellency is a sergeant?"

The man laughed at himself and said, "My name is Yang Zhi, and there are only eight people in Qiongqiu. My husband is a candidate for the exam, and he carries a sword with him. It seems that he has both civil and military skills."

Listening to the person's self-reported name, Zhu Ming looked carefully, and there was no birthmark on his face. The nickname of the blue-faced beast must be fake.

Two more men came, and one of them said, "Brother Yang, hasn't he bought salt yet? We both have bought it."

The man introduced: "These two are my brothers, one is Lin Chong and the other is Sun Li."

Uh... Ju Ming's mind is a bit confused.

How did Lin Chong, the leopard head, and Chi Sunli, the sick captain, meet the blue-faced beast Yang Zhi in Tokyo?

The reason is very simple. They are all the big soldiers in Tokyo. When they were sent to escort the birthday card, 12 of them swore to be brothers.Moreover, Yang Zhi is the eldest brother, Li Jinyi (the prototype of Lu Junyi) is the second brother, and Lin Chong is the third brother.Hua Rong is the fifth child, Chai Jin is the sixth child, Zhang Qing is the seventh child, Xu Ning is the eighth child, Guan Sheng is the ninth child... (from "The Legacy of Xuanhe in the Great Song Dynasty").

Zhu Ming couldn't help but look at Lin Chong a few more times, and really wanted to ask if there was a beautiful lady in his family.

But looking at his clothes, you can tell that he is not a rich man, and the coach of the 80 forbidden army is even more nonsense.

"Everyone is a good guy, so I'll take it cheap, just take fifty yuan a catty." Zhu Ming said.

Sun Lixi said: "The price is good, so I will give you ten catties!"

Lin Chong tugged at Sun Li's sleeves: "It's not easy for these scholars to travel a long way. Give us a cheap price, just buy two or three catties. Don't delay his business."

"Brother Lin is right." Yang Zhi made a decision and bought a catty for each of them.

Seeing Bai Sheng on the scale, Ju Ming felt a little funny.

Traveling all the way to Tokyo by myself, just to sell shiitake mushrooms to Liangshan heroes?
Before the heroes left, Chen Yuan started to practice... Well, he started to give lectures.

He picked the place with the most people, stood on the guardrail of the Baokangmen Bridge, said with his hands clasped in the air, "Chen Yuan, a man from Nanjian, has recently realized something. What is Tao? People's daily use is Tao..."

Fearing that the people who bought things would not understand, Chen Yuan also explained in detail: "The common people's clothing, food, housing and transportation all contain the Dao. This is what is said in the "Book of Changes", the people use it every day but don't know it, so the way of a gentleman is rare. Confucius's Learning is advanced, but it is also simple, and the old peasants in the country can understand it..."

The first to be attracted were the scholars who set up stalls by the bridge, and they stared at Chen Yuan like they were watching a monkey show.

"That's Mr. Motang, a great Confucian in our South Sword State!" A scholar from Fujian recognized Chen Yuan at a glance.

Ever since, the Fujian scholars stopped looking at the stalls and handed over the stalls to their followers.

Fujian is also a major province of imperial examinations, and there are quite a lot of scholars nearby, and they gathered around to attend lectures.

When Chen Yuan lectures, he must give consideration to scholars and common people.

For a while, he quoted scriptures and classics, and for a while he spoke in plain language, explaining the three theories of my book, Taoism, and square rules in a simple way.

And a lot of examples, sometimes telling physics common sense, sometimes telling ethical stories.

The relationship between social ethics also belongs to the daily use of the common people.

Scholars from various provinces who watched the monkey show at the beginning were gradually attracted by that set of theories, and from time to time quoted the sages' scriptures to question them.

Chen Yuan answered them one by one, showing his super-high foundation in Confucian classics.

After talking about it, some scholars simply asked about the meaning of the classics, which had nothing to do with the content of the lectures, and only regarded Chen Yuan as a free teacher of classics.

Yang Zhi, Lin Chong and other big soldiers also stood by the bridge and listened with great interest.

In less than half an hour, traffic jams were caused, and the Baokangmen Bridge was completely blocked.

(End of this chapter)