A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

Zhengzhou.

The caravan moved slowly under the bright sun.

The guys seemed to be in a bad mood, and Yan Yue knew why.

Since the defeat of the Western Bandits, there has been an endless stream of caravans on the official road leading to the northwest, transporting cattle, sheep and other specialties from the northwest to the hinterland of the Song Dynasty, and returning with countless daily necessities.

There are more and more caravans, and business is getting worse and worse.

This caravan was passed down from her father, and Yan Yue refused to disband it. However, this year alone, she made less and less money, so she invested a lot of money into it.

One or two years is fine, but as time goes by, she won't be able to hold on.

She turned around and took a look. The guys were lifeless and no one responded.

In the past, they would have whistled and said something to cheer up the atmosphere.

But now they all have their heads lowered, as if the sun has weight and is crushing their necks.

This is frustrating.

With no future in sight, the guys were desperate.

Yan Yue sighed and thought carefully about possible solutions.

The trade route in the northwest is no longer viable. According to what those people said, unless we can re-take the trade routes of the Han and Tang Dynasties and travel to foreign lands, the trade route in the northwest can only make a living.

But she was a little reluctant to abandon this trade route, not for the money, but for the inheritance.

She was alone. She used to feel that the world was so vast that there was no place for her. But things are different now. There is someone waiting for her in Bianliang.

Why!

How to choose?

Yan Yue hesitated.

"Shopkeeper, someone is coming in front."

"alert!"

The sound of horse hooves came from the front, and the guys took out their weapons one after another as if they had been beaten to death.

"Shopkeeper, please come back!"

The guys started forming up, and then someone said, "This is Zhengzhou."

After a sigh, the weapons were put away, and the guys returned to their positions dejectedly.

Zhengzhou is very close to Bianliang. Where could there be horse bandits?

Even on the northwest trade route, the horse bandits have now been wiped out by the army twice, so there is an endless stream of caravans.

"It used to be that you had to work hard to go to the northwest, but now it's better. Going to the northwest is as peaceful as going to Bianliang, and everyone can go."

"Yes! This trade route in the northwest is now considered abandoned."

The guys were sighing, some had gray beards, but there was still ambition in their eyes.

They hope to die on the road, not in bed, preferably with no one around them and far away from their children and grandchildren.

These people have seen through the world and just want to continue taking risks to stimulate their numb nerves.

"Is it Shopkeeper Yan?"

More than ten riders came from the front, and the leader stared at Yan Yue.

Yan Yue is dressed in men's clothing, but compared to the guys, she still has prominent female features.

She looked at these men and nodded, "I am Yan Yue!"

A man took out a horn and blew it.

"Who are you waiting for?"

Yan Yue rode back, and the guys became vigilant. They rushed in front of her, drew their swords and roared, "Give me your name!"

These guys are more like veterans who want to die in a fight in their last years.

Their eyes were shining, wishing those men could pull out their long swords and charge at them.

But the men were just silent.

Later, the sound of horse hooves was heard on the left.

Some guys came to greet them, but those people actually had scouts.

"It's really baffling. This is next to Bianliang. Why are there still scouts?"

Guys want to laugh.

But when the crowd approached, all the smiles disappeared.

"It's Shen Longtu!"

Shen An rode his horse forward and nodded slightly, "Shopkeeper Yan, it's been a long time."

…

Chen Zhongheng still follows Zhao Shu every day, and the tragic experience of his childhood gradually dissipates.

People can't live in memories, it will make you unable to extricate yourself.

Chen Zhongheng knew this, so he took two days off.

He changed into plain clothes and walked all the way out of the imperial city.

There was a constant flow of people on Royal Street in the afternoon, and Chen Zhongheng suddenly felt that he was the loneliest one.

He missed a poem.

But after thinking about it, there is only the song Chao Chao Mu Mu written by Shen An back then.

Why!

He watched the bustling scenery all the way until the sun set, and then he arrived at his residence.

Along the way, he bought his favorite sheep head picks and Yan Yue's favorite braised pork.

But Yan Yue! Where are you?

He walked to the front door of the house, took out the key, and nodded and smiled at a woman on the left who was choosing vegetables outside the gate.

The woman was also smiling at him, but her smile was a little weird, almost vulgar.

Why!

Could it be that someone is dazzled?

Chen Zhongheng took out the key, but found that there was no place to poke it.

Where's the lock?

He looked left and right, up and down, but the lock was missing.

Damn it!

Which thief visited such a place?

He couldn't help being furious and stretched out his hand to push it away.

The door that he had oiled half a month ago was gently pushed open, and he smelled the smoke of fireworks.

He looked up and saw the smoke from the kitchen, his heart beat faster, and then he shouted: "Yan Yue!"

"Why!"

Yan Yue's voice came from the kitchen.

Chen Zhongheng turned his head away with tears in his eyes.

The sunset enveloped him gently.

Yan Yue appeared with dishes.

"Why...are you back?"

"Um!"

Chen Zhongheng smiled stupidly and picked up the oil paper bag, "Look, I bought the braised pork you like."

"But how did you know I would be back today."

"So-and-so doesn't know!"

"..."

Everything is in silence.

While eating, Chen Zhongheng asked, "Should we wait until the weather gets cooler before going to the northwest?"

Yan Yue looked up, "Can you feed me?"

Yan Yue has a lot of private money, but she prefers to ask the silly Chen Zhongheng.

Chen Zhongheng felt extremely happy in his heart. He put down his chopsticks and said, "Yes! I have saved money for a long time."

"Then...I won't go to the northwest, okay?"

Chen Zhongheng was stunned.

Darkness fell outside, but he felt the sun was shining brightly.

…

The preparation of martial arts is more troublesome. As the principals, Han Qi and Shen An are only in charge, while Cao Yi becomes the scapegoat and takes charge of daily affairs.

"Who is the textbook for The Art of War? How to admit students? Is there a test? Or a recommendation! Who can tell so-and-so!"

Cao Yi is going crazy.

He was crazy from morning to night, and his entourage said tangledly: "Mr. Lang, maybe... going to a brothel might be a good idea."

This is Su Shi's excuse.

Whenever he goes to a brothel, he can always find an excuse. The most common excuse is that he needs to go to a brothel to find the feeling of writing lyrics.

"No! Go to Yulin Lane!"

Cao Yi rushed into Shen's house in Yulin Lane, and the first thing he said when he saw Zhuang Laoshi was: "Make a hot pot and put more hot sauce!"

These are the only ones who can feel so comfortable in the Shen family. Zhuang Laoshi shouted: "Er Mei...hot pot, uncle Guo's."

The soul of hot pot is that everyone has different tastes. Cao Yi and others who often come to Shen's house to eat and drink have their own standards. Zeng Ermei knows this well.

"knew!"

Cao Yi immediately went to the study.

"Anbei help!"

As soon as Cao Yi came in, he familiarly found the place where Shen An stored dry food, took out a piece of dried meat and gnawed on it.

"Uncle Guo, who was robbed by him?"

Shen An had just finished dinner and was very satisfied.

"A certain... Anbei, which military books have been designated as teaching materials?"

This problem has troubled Cao Yi for a long time.

Shen An frowned and said, "It's easy, just ask the generals in the army."

"It's not the right question..." Cao Yi blinked, "The court said that Cheng Hao would be appointed as the secretary. That man is somewhat famous, and I am afraid that he will be caught in the wrong position."

"Cheng Hao?"

Cheng Shengren hadn't been in front of Shen An for a long time, and he actually forgot about this person.

Don’t blame the saint for his sins!

Shen An Chunliang smiled and said: "Otherwise...he is Si Ye, so he has to do something, right?"

"Yes!" Cao Yan felt that Shen An was worthy of being his good friend, and he always spoke in favor of him.

"Throw these military books to him and let him give you an answer."

Shen An felt that he was too bad for leaving such a difficult problem to Cheng Shengren.

Cao Yi rolled his eyes, "What An Bei said is a great kindness, let Cheng Hao take the blame, okay!"

So the collected military books were sent to Cheng Hao's duty room.

"What?"

Cheng Hao's knowledge is not mentioned, but it is Confucianism.

If you say that the book of war is also Confucianism, Cheng Shengren will definitely hate you to death.

The visitor said: "Xiang Han said that the teaching materials will be finalized within three days. If you exceed the deadline... you will be severely punished!"

Isn't this a scam?

Cheng Hao looked at these military books and felt worried. Three days later, he made a desperate move and brought two military books to find Han Qi.

Han Qi didn't know about this at all. After taking the two military books, he was furious, "Where is Wei Liaozi? Why is there no Wei Liaozi?"

Well!

Lao Han has been reading military books for many years, and his favorite is Wei Liaozi.

But you, Cheng Hao, didn't include Wei Liaozi in the textbook. What does this mean?

"I don't understand the art of war." Cheng Hao told the truth honestly.

Han Qi was angry, "Why come to martial arts if you don't know the art of war? Go and learn! Copy Wei Liaozi three hundred times!"

The number of words in Wei Liaozi is not that many, but even if the number of words is not that long, it cannot endure the tossing of it three hundred times!

Cheng Hao was in tragedy.

Shen An and Han Qi then discussed issues such as the qualifications of the students, and finally formed a memorial and submitted it to the DPRK.

"All scholars in the world can sign up, and all military officers and soldiers can sign up."

Just such an article in the memorial caused controversy. UU Reading www.uukaｎshu.net According to what those people said, scholars can just sign up, while warriors should still squat.

Zhao Shu just said a name lightly.

"Chang Jianren!"

Chang Jianren was a civil servant, but he supported military men studying. If any of you want to be nagging, just go and argue with him.

Two people were unconvinced and went to Jinmingchi to find common ground. As a result, they were sprayed with shame.

Shen An was happy to hear this.

He and Han Qi are reviewing the roster.

The elite of the Imperial Army of the Song Dynasty were all in Bianliang, as were the literati, so the first batch of applicants came from here.

"It's full of life!"

Han Qi said happily: "I saw a few people I knew who all wanted to take the imperial examination, but now they have also signed up for martial arts, which shows that serving the country is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people."

Shen An nodded, "This is a good thing. When the civil and military are integrated, the real prosperous age will come."

"A prosperous age!"

Han Qi rubbed his eyes, "If I could see the prosperous times, I would be willing to shorten my life by fifty years!"

Shen An was moved at first, then speechless.

Old Han is already in his early sixties. If his life span is shortened by fifty years, doesn't that mean he will live to be over one hundred and ten years old?

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