A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

"The officials are not holding court meetings today..." Han Qi lay half-ly on a chair, feeling the cool weather and feeling as happy as a fairy.

After a while, the weather of the year that he hates most will come.

The heat is unbearable!

When did you first become afraid of the heat?

You didn’t seem to be afraid before, right?

He thought about it and realized that he was not afraid of heat in the past, but it was only in recent years that he began to suffer from this problem.

He touched his huge belly and felt melancholy.

People are afraid of heat when they are fat, which makes people sad!

But there is an advantage to being fat, that is, you are not afraid of the cold.

Seeing Zeng Gongliang and Ouyang Xiu being frozen like dogs in winter, Han Qi was so proud. She wished that everyone didn't wear clothes and you were so cold to death.

Fat people are good!

When Zeng Gongliang saw him feeling inexplicably proud, he felt that the position of prime minister was not far away from him.

"The official family... that Prime Minister Han, you gave the official family a hundred thousand yuan yesterday. The navy was rich, but the official family was poor... It is said..."

Lao Zeng raised his eyebrows at Han Qi and Ouyang Xiu, and his aura made people feel something was wrong.

"It is said that the saint was angry..."

Zeng Gongliang's aura of concern and gloating was so obvious that even the dim-eyed Ouyang Xiu felt it.

"When a saint is angry, officials will have a hard time..."

Zeng Gongliang wanted to laugh more and more, "The saint drove all the officials out... Tsk tsk! Where do you think the officials will sleep? I'm afraid they can't just find a place to squat all night... Hey! What's your expression, Mr. Han?" ? Still sitting upright, it’s getting more and more boring...ah...ah...official..."

At the door, Zhao Shu stood there with an expressionless face.

Behind him, Chen Zhongheng was accompanied by several servants, all carrying food boxes in their hands.

This is the time when the officials came to express their condolences to the Prime Minister.

Zhao Shu turned around and went straight back to the palace.

Later, the ministers and assistants appeared in the palace.

Zeng Gongliang looked blank, as if he had been constipated for half a month.

Han Qi has a serious look on his face, and he can probably turn into a gentleman directly.

Ouyang Xiu, on the other hand, looked ahead blankly. After the official left, he laughed so hard that his eyes were dizzy from laughing. Currently, his vision is blurred, and everything he sees is the same.

After the discussion, Han Qi thought that the official family had been kicked out by the saint. It must have been difficult to live without the one hundred thousand guan, so he felt that he had gone too far.

"Guan family, otherwise... let's just forget about one hundred thousand guan..."

Zeng Gongliang knew that he was seeking death before, so he had been looking for a good opportunity to make amends. When the opportunity came, he quickly expressed his position: "Don't worry, officials, this matter has been settled. If anyone dares to question, I will deal with him."

Lao Zeng has a strong desire to survive. He feels that this statement should be okay and can make up for his previous sin of teasing officials.

The official family was already in such a miserable state, and a certain person actually teased him in private. It was... it was too much!

"No need."

Zhao Shu said calmly: "From now on, the palace must practice strict frugality. Let's reduce the expenses this year."

"Officials, you absolutely must not do this!"

Han Qi felt that the official might have lost his mind and went crazy. Thinking of his crazy past, he immediately panicked.

"In an official's family, I should be punished by death."

Zeng Gongliang thought that he had provoked it, so he knelt down to apologize.

Ouyang Xiu said blankly: "Well...you still have to eat."

Boss, if you continue to save money, people in the palace may starve to death.

Zhao Shu stood up and said coldly: "That's it."

The officials decided this matter without any refusal. The three prime ministers and assistants were so confused that they did not recover until they returned to the political hall.

"This is troublesome."

Han Qi stared at Zeng Gongliang and said: "Zaifu should be careful when speaking. You should be cautious. This is good. This matter... is still your fault."

When the time comes, if anything happens, Zeng Gongliang will take care of it yourself, don’t drag others around!

Zeng Gongliang nodded and said solemnly: "In the worst case, go home."

It would definitely not be a problem when he returned home, but thinking that the officials would definitely not consider him taking over as prime minister again, Zeng Gongliang felt like crying.

Ouyang Xiu coughed dryly and rubbed his eyes, "Um... Prime Minister Han, it was you who started this matter. If there hadn't been that one hundred thousand guan thing, how could there be anything to come?"

This is cause and effect. Without you Han Qi's cause, where would the effect of Zeng Gongliang's teasing officials be?

Han Qi exploded when he heard it, but he couldn't refute it. He thought for a moment, "If the cause and effect is also Shen An's business, if he hadn't kept talking about expanding the navy, how could he be short of money?"

Ouyang Xiu was startled, then nodded and said, "Yes, it was Shen An who started it, but he is at home, what can you do?"

Are you aggrieved that Shen An has no chance to be dealt with by you?

…

"This is all money!"

In the Shen family, craftsmen are modifying the windows and installing glass.

Shen An looked with his hands behind his hands, but Zhuang Laoshi stared at the craftsman, not wanting him to take away any glass shards.

When he started to install glass windows in the hut, Zhuang Laoshi finally couldn't help but come back.

He said with a tangled look on his face: "Mr. Lang, go to the latrine... pull it out and come back. Why do you want to show it so brightly? This glass is a treasure. Isn't this a waste?"

"This is our family's stuff. We can put everything we can into it."

Shen An has a strong aura of nouveau riche, but deep down in his heart, he is longing for his past life.

Squatting in the bathroom, holding a book in his hand and reading with relish. I squatted and squatted until my hemorrhoids came out, but I still had no regrets.

Reading and playing with mobile phones in the bathroom is an attitude towards life that makes people miss it!

"Mr. Lang, it's time for the academy to pay you."

Zhuang Laoshi felt that the husband was too extravagant, so he mentioned the most expensive place in the family...Mangshan Academy.

That place not only has to maintain the daily life and education of teachers and students, but also has to ensure the various expenses for those miscellaneous studies. It can be called a bottomless pit, and every month the accountant at Anxiang wants to vomit blood.

There are rumors circulating outside that Mangshan Academy is spending too much money, and Shen An is afraid that he will be disbanded after a few years.

This was said by a guy who was astonished after eating a meal in the cafeteria at Mangshan Academy.

That meal... He thought it could be sold at a high price in Fan Lou, but Shen An gave it to the teachers and students for free. This was... something wrong!

"Money!" Shen An remembered that he seemed to have spent all the cash at home.

"Yes!" Zhuang Laoshi felt that this was a successful remonstrance. "The family has no money."

The family has no money left, Mr. Lang, can we stop wasting it?

"We have no money!" Shen An touched his chin, and then ordered: "How many of the foreign merchants who buy fragrant dew are in Bianliang? Call them all."

The God of Wealth of the Song Dynasty summoned him, what to do?

In an instant, the vigorous figures of foreign merchants running wildly were seen on the streets of Bianliang.

What an opportunity!

If the God of Wealth calls you, you will be struck by lightning if you are late.

After arriving at Shen's house, everyone was sweating profusely. One of them looked like he was washing with water, and his whole body was soaked.

Is this... a risk? He is still alive after being so exhausted. He is indeed a Korean! sharp!

They were standing in the front yard. Someone sniffed, frowned and asked, "Why does it stink so much?"

"Yeah! It really stinks."

"It seems like... the smell of a cesspool."

Everyone searched for a while and finally found the source, which was the Korean merchant.

The Korean businessman said awkwardly: "I ran too fast and hit a dung truck... I even washed it before I came here."

I go!

No wonder it stinks so much.

Everyone avoided him one after another, even Shen An who appeared kept some distance away.

"Well... I need money, 50,000 yuan. It's voluntary! You can pay as much as you want."

After Shen An finished speaking, he put his hands behind his hands and went out. Wen Xiaozhong followed him and turned around to take a look when he went out.

"Someone is out!"

A big food merchant shouted crazily at Zhuang Laoshi: "Everyone is out, no one can grab it."

"Fart! Even the converted princes have called us here, how can one of us take it all to ourselves?"

"Yes, I think this matter should be divided equally." The Korean businessman came in with a stench all over his body. He thought this was an artifact with explosive attack power, but the businessmen were not even afraid of poisonous gas at the moment. How could they do it for this? Avoid the odor.

If there is no business, it is just asking for money confidently. It stands to reason that there is something wrong with the people who say this, and these businessmen should walk away.

But now they seemed to be fighting fiercely for a peerless treasure, and they were even rolling up their sleeves and preparing to fight.

Shen An mounted his horse and heard that Xiao Zhong followed.

"Lang Jun, I want fifty thousand guan as soon as I ask for it, and I don't mention repayment... How can the merchants be so enthusiastic? You are the only one in the Song Dynasty."

Wen Xiaozhong felt that Shen An would really become the object of worship by merchants. Maybe a hundred years later, he would appear in merchants' shops and enjoy incense every day.

Shen An said calmly: "Making money is the most boring and boring thing. You must have a goal in life, and the goal should be ambitious...for example, teaching and educating people, this is the most meaningful thing."

Making money is the most boring and boring thing...

Even if Wen Xiaozhong doesn't love money, he still feels that these words are very domineering and can crush all the wealthy businessmen in Bianliang.

All the way into Wuxue Lane, when passing by Taixue, Menzi shouted with a smile on his face: "Hou Guixin, there is good mutton for lunch today."

How could Taixue have such a good life in the past? That is to say, Shen An started it. Although he later left, good food became the tradition of Taixue.

Menzi was expressing his gratitude, but Guo Qian, Chen Ben and others in Taixue were sitting on the wax table.

"It costs a lot!"

Guo Qian didn't know how to calculate accounts, but his head hurt just looking at simple income and expenditure numbers.

"Eating... you actually spent so much money?"

Eating this piece turned out to be a big deal, which made Guo Qian very depressed. UU Reading www.uｕkanshu.net

Chen Ben said: "Lower it, start from lunch."

Guo Qian nodded, and Menzi was dumbfounded during lunch.

"Where's the mutton? Didn't you say there's mutton at noon?"

The handyman who was preparing the rice said with a straight face: "No, just a bowl of mutton soup and stir-fried vegetables for each person... rice and pancakes are enough..."

The students became angry when they heard this.

"Don't every meal have to have meat? Where's the meat?"

"Is this being corrupted?"

"Yes, find out whoever is greedy for our meat and sue him."

"who is it?"

The students were the most restless, and the dining hall was boiling in an instant.

"That's it, no one."

The busboy's indifferent response angered the students, and soon someone started to use violence. Of course, the busboy was not willing to suffer a loss and immediately fought back...

When Guo Qian and others arrived, everyone in the kitchen collapsed.

Although many of the students looked bruised and swollen, they were still in high spirits.

It’s great to be young!

After figuring out the whole story, Guo Qian said with a straight face: "We don't have enough money, so the meat will be reduced in the future. As for the mutton at noon, we will save it for evening and tomorrow's breakfast."

This is a meal of meat broken down into three meals...

Is that too much?

Some students shouted: "There is meat in every meal at Mangshan Academy. We are Imperial Academy, why don't we?"

A professor said: "They are almost gone."

"Why?"

"Because the converted prince has no money."

I go!

Is Shen An short of money?

Everyone felt untrustworthy and looked at Guo Qian.

Someone said in a low voice: "Today is the day when Mangshan Academy gives money. I went to convert before, but I was empty-handed..."

Guo Qian nodded, and the students couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Could the God of Wealth actually have no money?