This Northern Song Dynasty is a bit weird

Chapter 230 I Want To Be A Song Man
The dark-skinned local was sweating profusely, and said anxiously: "How dare a villain lie to the sheriff, Han Xiangzhen is gone."

Wang Anshi got up in a hurry, he didn't care about changing clothes, and rushed outside.

Mrs. Wu got up silently to clean up the bowls and chopsticks. Wang Yu, who was sitting next to her, raised her face and asked, "Mother, can I follow your lord over to have a look."

Mrs. Wu shook her head and said, "Stay at home honestly and don't make trouble for your father."

Wang Yu hummed and sat obediently.

On the other side, Wang Anshi trotted all the way to Han Qi's house, but before he got close, he heard the lung-piercing cries of several men.

When they entered the yard, they saw a few servant-like men kneeling on the ground sobbing, and in front of them, there was a straw mat on which a person was lying, covered with a white cloth, and his face could not be seen.

Wang Anshi took a deep breath, walked over, gently lifted the white cloth, and what caught his eyes was Han Qi's pale but peaceful face.

Silently covering the white cloth again, he walked aside and asked, "What's going on, Prime Minister Han was fine two hours ago."

The middle-aged housekeeper cried until his voice became hoarse: "The villain brought soup and medicine to the master two hours ago, and he fell asleep after drinking it. Then I cooked millet porridge just now, and I want to bring it to the master to keep him warm." Stomach, after all, the master has been ill for more than a month, and he pulled it out after eating. His stomach didn’t have much rice, and he was thin. When he went up to the second floor, he found that the master’s face was not right. It's all hard."

It turns out that the Han Xiang I saw at noon is already a reflection of the light?
Wang Anshi lowered his eyebrows, and said in a slow tone: "Don't just howl here, go and ask someone to make a coffin right away, and stay in the house for seven days, and I will help arrange the affairs of Han Xiang, go to work."

The middle-aged housekeeper stood up, wiping away his tears, and walked out with the other two servants.

It is a rule to suspend the coffin for seven days, mainly because the medical technology is underdeveloped, and it is impossible to distinguish whether the patient is really dead or not, and the seven-day suspension of the coffin can effectively avoid the situation of burying the fake dead patient alive.

There are only a few servants in Han Qi's family, and no other immediate family members. Now the only one who can call the shots is Wang Anshi, the sheriff.

After arranging the next tasks for these people, Wang Anshi himself went home.

Wu's small steps came over lightly, and asked: "Officer, Prime Minister Han really..."

Wang Anshi nodded. He returned to his humble study and wrote a eulogy, an obituary.

But there is no rush to publish, at least these two articles will be published after the suspension is over.

After writing the two obituaries, Wang Anshi sat in the study and looked out from the window.

The sky in Qiongzhou seems to be bluer than that in the Central Plains, but this kind of blue seems to be a bit depressing now.

He took a sip of his tea, and his mouth became even more bitter in his heart.

The current Wang Anshi is very young, and young people have never been afraid of death. Even though he supervised the Northwest Army a year ago, he was still calm on the battlefield.

Because he believes that he has a destiny, and serving the court and becoming famous all over the world is the path he will definitely take.

But now, he was a little confused, because Han Qi died right in front of him.

At the same time, it is very unworthy to die, which is very unreasonable.

He didn't die on the extremely dangerous battlefield, he didn't die in the treacherous court, but he died in Qiongzhou, in this land of southern barbarians, an ordinary and worthless death.

It's not that he has never seen death. When he was supervising the army, he had seen so many lives and deaths. He didn't care.

But now he cares.

In his imagination, the death of civil servants and senior officials like them must be earth-shattering.

But Han Qi used his own death to expose a fact.

No matter how high your status is, death is death.

Isn't Han Qi's achievements, past and status much better than Wang Anshi's?
But he still died, silently, without any waves.

Just like ordinary people, not even as good as a thief with an army,

At this time, Wang Anshi felt empathy. He thought, if he reached Han Qi's level and then died in the barbarian land without a sound, it would be a terrible scene.

He even had other emotions.

"Between life and death, what is the difference between a prince, a general, and an ordinary person in the market!"

Wang Anshi muttered to himself, he had read this truth in books, but this was the first time he had a real intuitive feeling.

Only the death of the same kind can make people feel shocked.

The sky outside the window was getting darker, and it was dark in the study, only Wang Anshi's eyes were still bright.

About fifteen days later, an official letter from Qiongzhou arrived in Bianliang.

Then the court trembled, but it was just a tremor.

Han Qi is indeed very famous and well known, but so what.

Renzong Zhao Zhen was even more admired by the people all over the world. He mourned for less than three days after his death. The people of the Song Dynasty ate when they should eat, and continued to have fun when they wanted to have fun.

In contrast, Han Qi's death only caused a discussion for a while, and then it fell silent.

When Lu Sen received the news, he didn't speak, just smiled, raised his cup to salute the air, and drank it down.

He continued to take time to teach Zhao Zongshi, and his life was quite happy.

Everything is going according to his plan.

And Hangzhou is getting more and more lively.

Even more Semu people came.

After all, this is a city with 'miracles', and the spaceship in the sky is the solar ship that many of them have heard of.

Even though most of the Semu people don't know what a solar ship is, someone will always tell them that it is their god from a long, long time ago.

Originally, the sea trade in Hangzhou was gradually diverted by Quanzhou, Guangzhou and other ports, but as soon as the solar ship came out, the Semu people who received the news immediately decided to go to Hangzhou Port, and would not go to other places.

And that's where the trouble lies, because too many Semu people have come, and now Hangzhou Port can't accommodate them.

For this reason, Lu Huiqing waited outside Zhao Zongshi's house every day, and finally waited for Lu Sen.

The two were sitting at Zhao Zongshi's home at this time and borrowed Zhao Zongshi's study.

Zhao Zongshi didn't have any opinion on this, instead, he happily took the broken silver from Bilian and went shopping outside.

The steward of the Zhao residence served green tea to the two of them, and then withdrew.

After looking at the surrounding layout and settings, Lu Huiqing's eyes fell back on Lu Sen: "Really Lu should be in his early 20s now."

"22 years old." Lu Sen smiled,
In fact, it is more than this age, but in the system interface, it is determined that Lu Sen is 22 years old, so he regards this number as his own age.

Lu Huiqing said enviously: "But Master Lu looks like he is still 16 years old."

Lu Sen's face is still full of youthful looks at this time. In fact, since he came to this world and got the system, his appearance has not 'changed'.

It's just long hair.

Lu Huiqing was about four years older than Lu Sen. She was 26, but she looked 30 years old. Although her appearance was fair and clean, she couldn't help but have a sense of maturity.

The black beard on his forehead made him look extremely mature.

"Cultivation must have some effect." Lu Sen said with a smile.

Compared to the other side, Lu Sen has no beard, even his Adam's apple is not obvious, his skin is as smooth as boiled egg whites, and his lips are red and his teeth are not too white, but he has an aura about him that won't make people think that he is a woman.

Anyone who sees Lu Sen will say something about the handsome and handsome young man.

Lu Huiqing was a little envious, he also wanted to practice, and no one in the world wanted to seek longevity, but Lu Sen had already said in the court that there is no one in a million who can get a practitioner.

Even officials can't practice, he is a local official, how can He De make Lu Sen an exception!
"Your official knows that Master Lu's time is precious, so he won't talk about trivial matters." Lu Huiqing gently cupped his hands and said, "This time I came here for business, please listen to Master Lu."

Lu Sen smiled and said, "Please tell me."

"After the boat from the sky appeared, the Semu people came after hearing the news, and the number increased day by day, and many of them didn't want to leave, so they stayed at the port outside the city, and even built simple houses everywhere and lived there. "Lu Huiqing said helplessly: "These perverted people are so stinking, you can smell the strange smell coming in through the city wall. Moreover, these people often make trouble outside the city, and they have to calm down three or four times a day, which is a waste of manpower and material resources .”

"What does Lu Zhizhou mean?" Lu Sen asked.

"I don't know if Master Lu can move the Shenzhou ten miles to the north of the city!" Lu Huiqing said cautiously: "Bringing those redundant people to the north for centralized management will also facilitate our work. It will also facilitate the entry and exit of maritime merchants."

Lu Sen said with a smile: "Such good labor, Lu Zhizhou is not willing to use it? Just thinking about rushing out?"

"Lao Li?" Lu Huiqing was a little puzzled.

"How many Semu people can you enter in Hangzhou?"

"No more than three thousand!" Lu Huiqing thought for a while and said, "No more than two thousand usually."

"These sailors who came from afar are all strong people." Lu Sen said slowly: "They are excellent laborers, they can build mountains and land, and if they are subdued and filled into the army or used as mercenaries, what do you think? ?”

The word mercenary appeared for the first time, but it did not hinder Lu Huiqing's understanding.

Ideographs are extremely difficult to learn, but this advantage is far superior to ideograms.

Lu Huiqing froze for a moment, lost in thought.

What Lu Sen said opened Lu Huiqing's mind, and he thought of more ideas in an instant.

As a leader among young people, drawing inferences from one instance is nothing more than a common ability.

Then his eyes became brighter and brighter, then he stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Master Lu, for clarifying the confusion, and I will take my leave now."

After all, he hurried away after saluting.

Lu Sen smiled and left the Zhao Mansion with Zhao Bilian.

Five days later, a new notice was posted on the bulletin board of Hangzhou Harbor.

It is mainly aimed at Semu people, but it uses Chinese characters.

Then a large group of Semuren captains and sailors surrounded them, looking at a large number of square characters, scratching their faces.

Many Semuren captains can speak Song dialect, but they don't know Chinese characters.

Even those who know a few words can't understand the sentences in the official text drafted by Lu Huiqing at all.

Then the captain trotted up, stood in front of the two arresters who posted the official document, bowed his head and smiled flatteringly, and said in a substandard Song dialect: "Two little brothers, can you tell us about the new notice?" What content."

"Both of us are illiterate." The two arresting officers held their heads high, proudly and impatiently said, "If you want to understand, why don't you ask a gentleman to come over and explain."

After that, the two left.

Then a group of Semuren captains wanted to ask those colleagues who were qualified to enter the city of Hangzhou to help invite a gentleman to come out.

As a result, when the poor scholars heard that they were going to help the Semu people interpret the notice, they immediately lost interest.

They even pointedly said: "Even if a certain starves to death, he will never be with the barbarians. If people find out, he will lose face."

In the end, they searched and searched, but found a poor scholar who was willing to explain the announcement to them, but the poor scholar charged a very high price.

Ten taels of silver!

Isn't it just to help interpret an announcement, to actually ask for ten taels of silver, what a money grab.

In the end, the scholar said with a matter of course: "If other people know that I interpret the notice with you, they don't know how to treat me. Could it be that I am honoring someone's face, and I am not worth ten taels of silver?"

There was no other way, these captains had to pool together ten taels of silver and send it over.

In fact, the captains all have money, and the ten taels of silver is just a drizzle, but the miserly nature of the Semu merchants made them feel heartbroken, so they joined forces to collect money and send it to poor scholars.

Gao, a poor scholar, interpreted it reluctantly, but he was quite honest, he took money to do practical things, explained all the regulations in the official document, and answered every question he had.

The more these color-eyed captains listened, the higher they got.

In fact, among the Semu people, there are still some people who can understand official documents, but they keep quiet and go to 'queue' early.

Alizee is one of them.

She walked to the gate of Hangzhou Port, and said to the soldiers there, "Two friends, I want to join the Jiaosifang."

These two soldiers were signing documents for the other Semu people who came earlier. When they heard this, they all turned their heads. When they saw it, they were surprised at first, and then indifferent.

"This woman looks quite good-looking, but unfortunately she is a pervert." A soldier shook his head.

Another soldier asked: "Are you sure you want to enter the Jiaosifang? Lu Zhizhou said that a barbarian girl will enter the Jiaosifang to learn my Chinese etiquette, show my Chinese character, and comfort my Song children. She can leave the workshop in a year or two." , obtain household registration, and marry at will.”

The Jiaosifang in the Northern Song Dynasty was the same as that in the Ming Dynasty, and the family members of criminal officials acted as residences for tricksters. However, such regulations were hardly enforced in the Northern Song Dynasty.

The suppression of literati in the Northern Song Dynasty was fierce, but the family members of criminal officials were all sent to Beijing, Tokyo and West.

To put it bluntly, it is a place not far from Bianliang City, which avoids the pain of fatigue, and will not use it as a trick. It is just a slave in name, and its life is no different from that of ordinary people.

Generally speaking, Zhao Song was kind to the common people.

Therefore, the Jiaosifang in the Northern Song Dynasty was more of a symbol in name.

Alizee smiled lightly, her flamboyant charm was compelling: "I can read and understand official documents."

"You can still read?" The soldier seemed to be a bit of an official. He was surprised by Alizee, and then shook his head: "It's a pity that you are a pervert, otherwise I would be willing to marry you as a concubine."

What he meant was that Alizee didn't even have the qualifications to be a concubine.

Just because she is a pervert.

Alizee also smiled and said: "I also know that the teacher workshop will not force the women in the workshop to pick up customers."

The soldier looked at Alizee with some surprise: "Have you been to my Song Dynasty before?"

"I have been here before." Alizee said: "So when I returned to my hometown, I sold everything and handed over everything. Now that I come to Da Song again, I just want to stay here forever and become a real Song person."

(End of this chapter)