I open a history tutorial class in Daming

Chapter 9 Injury Exhibition

The entrance of Wangyue Tower.

As several carriages stopped one after another and the people inside got off one by one, the place gradually became lively.

It is now the Shen hour, which is roughly between three and five in the afternoon when converted to modern time.

As for why the banquet was held at this time...

In the Song Dynasty and previous dynasties, everyone from the emperor to the common people strictly followed the two-meal system, that is, only eating two meals a day, called breakfast and feeding, at around nine in the morning and four in the afternoon.

In addition to ancestral etiquette and laws, this is also largely related to the overall economic level of the people. After all, farmers do not have that much food and cannot afford three meals a day.

In the Ming Dynasty, after the country was stabilized, many wealthy people began to eat three meals a day. But please note that in terms of wealth, the Song Dynasty was richer than the Ming Dynasty, so why didn't the Song Dynasty form a three-meal system?

Because rich people have always been able to have extra meals when they are hungry, there is no need for this. Moreover, the curfew in the Song Dynasty was fully lifted, and everyone could generally pay for a midnight snack at night. Does this count as four meals a day? Impossible.

Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, was born in a poor family. Even after he ascended the throne, he not only strictly abided by the rule of eating only two meals a day, but also ordered his civil and military officials to do the same. In a sense, he was recalling the past.

For these reasons, during the Hongwu period, the official families still followed the two-meal system. And today, almost all the people who came to the Wangyue Tower for the banquet were from scholarly families, so the banquet was naturally held at the feeding time, which was Shenshi, around 4 p.m.

"Oh, you are here, Taishigong! Please come in quickly!"

"Song Longmen came so early. We will make those who are late drink three cups as punishment before it counts!"

Song Shen was helped out of the carriage by his grandfather Song Lian and the coachman. He saw nothing, but words of warm welcome quickly reached him.

After so many days here, his understanding of Song Lian has gradually changed from the one-sided image of a scholar in history to a more profound one. Song Lian has many nicknames, such as Taishigong and Song Longmen, both of which refer to him. The former is because Song Lian presided over the revision of the Yuan History, and the latter is because his nickname is Longmenzi.

All in all, these welcomes were directed at Song Lian.

After knowing that all the people at the banquet were literati from eastern Zhejiang, Song Shen knew very well that his purpose of coming here today was to be a tool.

As long as these people can see clearly that his eyes have become two holes and there is still a chance for him to recover his sight, then the Song family's connections can still be saved.

In the crowd, Song Lian smiled and bowed to everyone around him:

"Everyone, isn't it time yet? I just left home a little early. How can they be considered late even though they arrived on time?"

"Come on, don't stand outside. Come on, go in and sit down and talk."

Although Song Lian was not the host of this banquet, everyone present knew that the protagonists of this banquet must be him and his eldest grandson Song Shen.

Therefore, it was not considered as overstepping one's authority for Song Lian to take charge of the situation at this time. Among all the civil and military officials in the court, there were probably few who had more seniority than him.

About twenty people filed into the entrance of Wangyue Tower and went to the second floor.

Song Shen couldn't see anything and was supported by Song Lian the whole time. There was also another person helping him, but no one knew who it was.

While going upstairs, someone asked:
"Taishigong, what did the Imperial Hospital say about Ziwei's injury?"

Song Lian walked slowly and said:
"The Imperial Hospital said that although this kind of thing is very rare in the imperial court, there are many examples among the people. Ziwei fell on his head, causing blood clots in his brain, which blocked the meridians in his eyes and caused him to suddenly become blind."

"After all, his eyes haven't been injured, so there's no need to treat this disease. Just let him rest. He will get better in ten days, half a month, or a year or so."

After he finished speaking, even though Song Shen couldn't see, he sensitively noticed that the atmosphere around him suddenly became much more relaxed.

The voices of the people exchanging greetings became much louder. "Oh my, I told you that Ziwei is a lucky child. He who survives a great disaster will surely have good fortune in the future!"

"I heard that His Majesty sent someone to deliver some precious medicinal herbs to your house today, and also gave an oral order, saying that the position in the palace would be reserved for Ziwei. Taishigong, His Majesty really values ​​you!"

"There is someone to take over your family. Even if you retire, Song Longmen, you will still have someone to take over your family!"

"..."

Song Shen didn't really want to hear this nonsense.

In this era, no one knows his condition better than him.

Brain congestion can cause damage to the optic nerve, which is an extremely troublesome and dangerous operation even in modern treatment. Few people dare to take the risk of craniotomy, let alone in ancient times?

What Song Lian said was not entirely untrue. Most of the time, it was just to comfort these people and tell them that even if Song Lian retired and returned to his hometown, the Song family still had two generations in the court, and the eldest grandson Song Shen had not been deposed. These were all temporary.

However, maybe one or two years might be enough to fool him, but what if he’s still not healed in three or five years?
Song Shen sighed secretly in his heart.

Three to five years...

If I could really live for three years and save my life after the Hu Weiyong case broke out, then it wouldn't matter whether my eyes were good or not.

Even if he didn't recover naturally, didn't he already have the system? When the students in the simulated class finished their studies, the system would cure his eyes. By then, whether he tried to change Zhu Biao's fate and return to the modern world, or just stayed like this, it would be pretty good.

take it easy.

…………

Because there were so many people, the party on the second floor used two private rooms connected by a paper door.

By the time everyone was seated, the noise in the closed room was many times louder than outside.

Song Shen couldn't help but frown.

Since he became blind, his other senses have become more acute, especially his hearing.

He had been at home in the past few days and this feeling was not very obvious, but when he was in this kind of occasion, the longer he stayed there, the more he felt that his eardrums were about to burst.

"Ziwei, if you're not feeling well, I'll ask the waiter to get you a separate room. Go there and rest for a while. When everyone else arrives, come over and have a couple of drinks with them using tea instead of wine."

Song Lian's voice came from the side.

Hearing this, Song Shen's heart moved. He really wanted to do this, but he felt it was not a good idea.

Before he could think it through, a strange voice appeared.

"Teacher, don't worry. I have already prepared a room next door for Ziwei. How about I take Ziwei there and sit there?"

Song Lian's voice was obviously full of appreciation, and he said with a smile:

"You are really good at handling things. In that case, Zhang Wei, you can take Ziwei to the next door. If we need to serve tea here, you can bring him here."

(End of this chapter)