The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

The morning sun passed through the bamboo leaves into the house, the light and shadow were mottled, and the sound of sandalwood board rang eight times not far away.

Yun Yan turned back and sat up, wiping his eyes. After spending a while, he got up and saw that Xiaobao was still asleep next to him. He put on his clothes and went to the kitchen to take off the dough.

At this time, it was already the fifth year after Yun Yan returned to his journey, and he was almost eight years old.

Zheng Ping had already gone to the children's residence to take care of her, and she was making meals over there.

Yun Yan returned three bowls of noodle soup. There were egg flowers and a few slices of vegetables in the soup. When they arrived in the hall, they knocked on Shuangyi's door and heard Shuangyi's answer before returning to his room and pushing Xiaobao. Wake up, help him get dressed together.

Xiao Bao's clothes were all put on, but he was still not sober, and hung on Yun Yanhui and went out.

The three people stood side by side near the water tank after washing up, and then went to the table to eat noodle soup.

Shuang Yi took two bites and suddenly thought of something, and said to Yun Yan, "Brother Yan, my coat was worn out yesterday, can you mend it for me?"

"...You can relax a little, do you look good with so many dressings?" Yun Yan replied helplessly.

Shuang Yi blushed and responded.

Yun Yan wanted to cry without tears. How did that shy little Lolita turn out to be like this...Oh no, she's still ashamed, but she looks a little strange. In the past two years, Zheng Ping will cut new clothes, but Yun Yan returned to do the sewing and mending work.

Because as the days of Shuangyi learning tapestry and embroidery have increased, everyone found that Shuangyi didn’t have this talent at all. It’s just that she could not learn tapestry and embroidery. Even general stitching was very ugly, including doing it. Fan, also very idiot.

She seemed to have cast the wrong child, but she was better at dancing with swords and guns, learning from the monks in the monastery all day long.

Yun Yan had no choice but to go to battle on his own and share this part of the housework. There was no way. They were not at ease if Shuangyi came to help with sewing and cooking.

After breakfast, Yun Yan returned to wash the dishes with Xiao Bao.

Shuangyi went to feed the chickens.

They circled the bamboo forest outside and raised chickens inside. Yun Yan's idea was that they were responsible for the daily sales, and the money they made was kept as pocket money.

Shuangyi uses bamboo poles to pick up feed and feed the chickens. These chickens have long been used to it and flop with their wings to eat the feed. In this way, if you exercise like this every day and eat the insects in the bamboo forest, the meat of these chickens will be especially delicious.

It was just feeding a chicken, Shuangyi still used a bamboo pole to pick it up restlessly. When he was making a spear and stick, he never forgot to practice.

After Yun Yanhui and Xiaobao finished washing the dishes over there, they took pen, ink, paper and inkstone to practice calligraphy.

Yun Yan returned to Zheng Ping to enlighten him in the past. Later, Zheng Ping also paid to send him to the master's school, but after Yun Yan went back to study for a year and understood the imperial examination, he didn't want to go this way at all.

Yun Yan originally thought that he had a reputation, tax avoidance and other things were better, but he found that he had studied for so many years before, and his grades were not bad, but in the ancient times, he had to doubt life, it was too difficult. Up!

Reading is so difficult, and the exams are even more difficult. Maybe after decades of failing to pass the exam, Yun Yanhui feels that he is really helpless with the ancient scriptures, and he is not as hard as the ancients.

Therefore, Yun Yanhui asked to drop out. His master was very surprised, because Yun Yanhui was the fastest learning progress among students of the same age.

Don't you know that this is because Yun Yan is an adult, and of course he is better than a child, but he himself understands in advance the homework he will face in the future.

This is what Yun Yanhui thinks. With his stereotyped thinking and three views, even if he spends all his time and barely recites a fame, what's the use? Who can you compare to? This is the Song dynasty, Tang poetry and Song poetry, there is absolutely no shortage of talents in the Tang and Song dynasties in history!

Poets run all over the floor, and there are so many talents as dogs.

Besides, after wearing it for a thousand years, is it just for reading? Let's live at ease!

After being able to drop out of school successfully, it took Yun Yanhui a lot of time to convince Zheng Ping. Fortunately, Zheng Ping had no obsession with fame or fame. She even felt that Yun Yanhui might have inherited the hobby of her deceased husband and was more interested in doing business.

And after Yun Yan returned from school, he would still buy books by himself, just buy some books of interest, orthodox books, but there was no pressure to study.

After Xiaobao reached his age, Zheng Ping enlightened him, and Yun Yan returned with him to read and read.

Xiaobao also went to study with the father and son Yun Yanhui talked to back then, but he persisted a little longer than Yun Yanhui for two years, and then refused to read it, and came back to study with Yun Yanhui on his own.

Zheng Ping also asked, Xiaobao didn't want to be in business or anything, because in the past few years, he has gotten closer to knowing how to learn medicine. Therefore, now I often go there to study medicine.

Yun Yanhui agrees with Xiaobao very much. Dropping out does not mean that he will not study anymore. On the contrary, he will have to learn more in order to grow up on the road of learning medicine in the future.

After Yun Yan finished practicing his handwriting, he told Xiaobao to continue watching for himself, and went out with a small baggage.

…

Today coincides with the fifteenth, another day of the Wanxing Temple Fair in Daxiangguo Temple.

Yun Yan greeted the monks and merchants he met along the way back, and walked around the temple in a familiar way. After living for a few years, he was familiar with him here, and he was also familiar with it.

When I saw the monk who was familiar with Yun Yanhui, in addition to saying hello, he would also joking half-truth: "Brother Yan, when will you take refuge?"

Everyone at Daxiangguo Temple knows that this is the disciple of Zen Master Kuangran.

Yun Yan could only cover his face in silence. Over the years, if he hadn't been firm, everyone would regard him as a little monk, okay? In this way, some people think that he is also a reserve monk now.

At the front door, Yun Yan turned his gaze around the crowd, and found his goal, a husky businessman.

This Hu businessman came here half a month ago. After setting up a stall for half a month, the goods he brought are almost sold out, that is to say, he is about to return. Before leaving, some Central Plains goods will be wholesaled.

Yun Yan stood in front of his stall, and Hu Shangchang asked in accented Mandarin: "Little Langjun, what do you want?"

"I don't want anything. I want to ask the boss if you are interested in Kesi?" Yun Yan asked in a low voice back.

Hu Shang's eyes flickered. Kesi. In recent years, prices in Bianliang are getting higher and higher, especially for excellent works. Not to mention that in his country, exquisite embroidery from Bianliang is very popular, and they can often be Sell ​​at a high price.

However, because the Kesi stuff is extremely laborious, even in Bianliang, it is very in short supply, and it is not enough to supply its own people.

Yun Yan opened his baggage back and showed Hu Shang.

Hu Shang's eyes lit up immediately, and he stretched out his fingers excitedly, "Sell it to me!"

…

Yun Yan counted the money back and stuffed it into his arms.

In recent years, Zheng Ping will slowly make some tapestry in addition to formal work. The progress is relatively slow, but there is always one piece of work a year, which is enough to cover the rent and daily life of the Daxiangguo Temple, and there is still a surplus. Save it.

Because of her family’s blockade, Bianliang couldn’t sell it anymore, so I thought of a way and secretly sold it to the Husband who was about to leave Bianliang, and it was so peddled that the stalls were not rented, lest it be discovered that they were doing this business.

Yun Yan returned to strolling around the temple fair with his money calmly and calmly. It was not that he believed too much in the character of these years, but that he had drilled all over the past few years, based on his experience in modern times. , Well versed in how to interact with people.

The teacher who brought Yunyan back at the time used to be responsible for the work of public opinion in the government propaganda department. What he usually does most is to mix well with the previously unknown local media in the shortest time when there is an incident, and then start the work.

Yun Yan returned to him and learned a lot. Moreover, even though Yun Yanhui is young, he is always with him, and it is easy to win people's trust here. It can be said that even if an ignorant outsider stole the money, he would have to vomit it out without leaving the Daxiangguo Temple.

When Yun Yan walked back to the "pet market" in the third gate, he caught a glimpse of an animal in a cage. He was stunned and wiped his eyes to make sure he was right.

Before he walked a few steps, he looked at the black and white hair **** in the cage, dumbfounded, "This, this is not..."