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"Good rain knows the season. When spring comes, it sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening everything silently..."

Early in the morning, when the sky was clear, Wang Yan wore disheveled hair and a silk coat. He opened the window and looked at the misty rain outside, and then recited the first half of the poem "Spring Night Joyful Rain" by Du Fu.

"The young master is very talented in literature. He will definitely pass the exam this autumn." Wang Dongliang, the little book boy, brought over a fox fur coat and put it on the short Wang Yan.

Wang Dongliang is the son of a tenant farmer and is only ten years old this year. My original name is Wang Liu, because he practices Liu at home. Although he is ten years old, his development is slightly worse than that of children of the same age, and he is short and lean. It was Wang Yanxian's pain in the balls that gave this child such a name.

After hearing what the little book boy said, Wang Yan shook his head in a funny way: "This is not a poem written by me, but written by Du Fu in the former Tang Dynasty. You should read more. Didn't you learn a thousand-character essay? You should read more books in the study. If you don’t understand, come and ask me.”

"It's good for me to be literate, but I don't dare to let the young master learn the classics, pass the imperial examination, and become a high official in the future."

"Do you think it would be good to be an official?"

"Of course, I heard from the former emperor that there is a house of gold in the book, and there is a beauty in the book. To study is to be an official. When you become an official, you will have what you want. Once I went to the city with my father and saw an official. The eldest master is so majestic when he walks across the street. The young master will pass the imperial examination and become a Jinshi, and he can also become a high official. When I show the young master the door, don't people say that the seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's door? After all, I will also be a high official. Official."

Wang Yan took the towel he handed him and wiped his face and hands with a smile: "Then I have to work hard. I can't live up to your hope of becoming a seventh-grade official."

Wang Dongliang giggled, took the towel, and ran over to get an oil-paper umbrella. Wang Yan took it, walked out of the room, and walked out on the stone road...

It is the spring of the eighth year of the Qingli calendar, 1048 of the Western calendar. The person sitting on the dragon throne is Song Renzong Zhao Zhen, who is located in Wangjiazhuang, five miles outside the south city of Yangzhou.

Wangjiazhuang, as the name suggests, Wang is a common surname. There are forty-six households in the village, with a registered population of 168, but the actual number is 242. The rest are hidden households to avoid taxes. The most promising person in the village is the Wang Yan family. Most of the land in the village is occupied by Wang Yan's family, which is a wealthy and upright squire family with good farmland. Most of the people who avoid taxes are working for other families.

More than three years ago, Wang Yan's parents both died of illness. He took over the family business, which was equivalent to taking over as the opinion representative of Wangjiazhuang. At that time, I had passed the county examination and qualified for the state examination. I was about to take the state examination because my filial piety period had reached my eighteenth year.

At the age of more than fourteen years old, it is still not easy to keep the family business and promote it. It can be classified as a sordid past that cannot be boasted.

Of course, that was all before he came here. After he came, he got familiar with the environment. When he woke up, today was the first time he saw his home.

Although he is the richest landowner in the village, his house is not very luxurious. There are more than 20 rooms in the courtyard with front and back entrances, the master's house in the backyard, and the servants and employees in the front yard. In addition, there is a granary in the southwest corner, stables in the east, and cowsheds and pigsties in the west. There are also some chickens, ducks and geese. It looks like a wealthy family at first glance.

The house is not luxurious, but the number of people in the family is quite limited. There are four members of the housekeeper's family, including an old lady, two little girls, two bookboys, a groom, two strong warriors, and six bankers who are skilled in martial arts.

In addition, in addition to the land in Wangjiazhuang, there is also a drug store and a silk and satin shop in Yangzhou City, which is a large part of the family business. It is definitely not comparable to the small landowners who are reluctant to eat or wear, and are engaged in primitive accumulation.

The living father is always considerate, saving the big boy time to start a business, and giving the poor boy a good fortune. After all, it only took him one year to develop from scratch to where he is now, including robbing, cheating, and then buying.

Rather than like that, it is better to be like this now, with a clear trajectory and still have a certain foundation. It can be regarded as crossing the threshold of primitive accumulation, but it has not been completely crossed. It is equivalent to giving the first pot of gold to start a business.

The so-called background, of course, means that the landlord put on a disguise and went from accumulating wealth with a big mouth to becoming a well-known good family from all over the country. Live harmoniously with neighbors, be generous with money, and support government officials in their grassroots work.

Anyone in the village who was in need would lend a helping hand symbolically. If you come to borrow money, just make an IOU. If you don't get it, you will have a few more acres of land, and you will have to thank Mr. Wang Dashan, who always speaks of your high righteousness...

After seeing the house and seeing all the people who got up early to do things, Wang Yan held an oil-paper umbrella, but she was not a lilac-like girl. She just walked out of the door wearing a middle coat and a fox fur coat.

The misty rain is hazy, and distant mountains are looming. A small stream flows through the village. Dozens of households in the village sit on both sides of the stream. The buildings are made of wood and stone, and are very stylish. Smoke is rising from the roofs. Take a deep breath, and let the moist and fresh air penetrate into your heart through the airway, which is truly natural.

This scene is as beautiful as in a painting, and it feels like being in the clouds, which is also extremely comfortable.

But if you are a little thoughtful, think about the porridge with not many grains of rice under the smoke of dozens of households. Even the pickles that accompany the meal cannot bear to eat more than two chopsticks. Such artistic conception and beautiful scenery will no longer exist. Appreciative thoughts.

But Wang Yan was different, he appreciated it very well.

This is a well-established confidence...

"Master, it's time for breakfast."

Butler Wang Fuli walked over slowly and cupped his hands at Wang Yan's back.

This is an old man, now thirty-eight years old, and has worked in the Wang family for more than twenty years. Get married in the royal family and have children in the royal family.

"it is good."

Wang Yan replied, and turned around slowly in Sifangbu, "I heard that I found a matchmaker for Brother Youjin a few days ago. Is there anyone you like?"

"Master Lao is worried about me. He hasn't replied yet. I think it will take some time."

"Youyin is coming of age soon, so why not marry him together? Find a piece of land nearby and build a big house for the two brothers. Find a tenant and spend the money on the purchase of materials. We will try to get it done this year and give him a hug as soon as possible. Going to the big fat grandson will save you two from worrying about it."

"We have been eating and drinking at home over the years, and we have saved a lot. We still have enough money to marry a wife."

"After doing this for so many years, we are all part of the same family. That's my point."

The housekeeper smiled and nodded, then said: "Young master is already eighteen this year, and he has to think about marriage."

"When I got up early in the morning, Dongliang said that it would be good to be an official. He said that he had a beautiful face in the book, so he had to take the exam again. The girl he married after winning the Jinshi was also a lady."

"Young master, if you study the classics well, you will definitely pass the exam in the autumn, and in the spring, you will be a Jinshi, and you will be a successful person."

"I hope so."

The breakfast was very rich, with meat buns, millet porridge and cucumbers, and a plate of fried bacon. It was an absolutely exquisite breakfast. It's all made by the old woman and two little girls at home. Of course, his rice is cooked alone, and the others' rice is not as good, but it still has enough oil and salt to make you full.

After breakfast, Wang Yan went to the study to read.

The current social situation in the Northern Song Dynasty is relatively stable. There was Fan Zhongyan before him and Wang Anshi after him. Although they have not changed completely or even changed, the social contradictions have not yet reached the point where the people are in dire straits and the people are in rebellion. Therefore, Wang Yan planned to have a serious official career, becoming a general and becoming a prime minister, which would make it easier to rebel in the future. It's just that the order of the rebellion is a little different. Ordinary rebellions just smash everything and reorganize. The current route of rebellion is to change the law while serving as an official, slowly poaching, and finally, very naturally, come to the side of the Qing Dynasty and ask for three resignations.

If you want to be an official, you have to take the imperial examination. Among the imperial examinations, the Jinshi examination is the most respected. At this time, the main examination contents of Jinshi subjects were poetry, fu, theory, policy, classics and ink theory. To put it simply, it means composing poems, composing poems, writing essays on state governance similar to essays, filling in the blanks, and dictating texts. That’s pretty much what it means.

Wang Yan has never experienced the imperial examination, because he went there when conflicts were prominent. Whether it was spending money or getting ahead, it was a cost-effective choice that saved time and effort. The current relatively stable Renzong period is different. The benefits of the imperial examination are greater, and the punishment for rebelling is too harsh. At this time, the Song army could still fight. Although it could not defeat Xixia or Liao, it was still a professional army after all.

After reading and writing like this until after eight o'clock, Wang Yan tidied up, changed into bright clothes, combed his hair and pinned the hairpin, and got on the carriage with the little book boy.

This carriage is still very good. There is a pile of soft furs in the carriage, and it is very comfortable to sit in the carriage. There is also a small space where you can burn charcoal and make tea. It is not cold but still warm. You can also drink tea and eat cakes made by the old woman at home.

The ten-mile journey into the city passed leisurely, and it was very comfortable. The little book boy probably got up too early and fell asleep carelessly.

"Dongliang, wake up, get off the car." Wang Yan helped the little book boy up and forced to turn on the phone.

The little book boy was excited and knelt down in the carriage: "Well, I fell asleep, young master..."

A book boy is trusted by his master and has a promising job. He can study and follow his master everywhere. He can also be assigned to some important positions in the future. By analogy, it is almost the position of a leadership secretary. Even if the landlord does not become an official and does more business, the little book boy will have the opportunity to be independent in the future. Of course, if the master is as good as Long Yang, it will be another situation.

So Wang Dongliang was in a panic when he woke up, his confusion disappeared instantly, and he was all worried.

Wang Yan certainly understands what this kid is thinking. In fact, the reason is simple. He is too kind. As a kid, he has a straight mind. Although he pays attention to his identity, he always has subconscious trust in his heart. This makes it easy to relax. This resulted in this kid sleeping soundly.

He smiled and rubbed Dongliang's head, and said, "If I blame you, can I still let you sleep all the way? Okay, get off the car."

After saying that, he ignored the silly boy, turned around, walked out of the car, and jumped out of the car.

Even though it was raining, the streets were still very lively. People who have no money have to go out to work whether it rains or not. The slight dampness of the rain now has no impact at all. As for rich people, this kind of weather must be out, and they pay attention to artistic conception, elegance, and feeling, and they may occasionally get good sentences.

This is a place with large and dense courtyards outside the city. It is an industrial zone designated by the government. Businesses that require space, complex operations, and a large number of people are produced here. The dyeing workshop of the silk and satin shop is here. Dye it outside the city and sell it in shops in the city.

Wang Yan put his hands behind his back and led the little book boy, who was now fully awake, into the courtyard.

"Hello, boss." The shopkeeper was busy directing people in the courtyard when he saw Wang Yan's master and servant wandering in, and they greeted him awkwardly.

"How's business those days?"

"It's still the same. Recently, Li Ji has come up with a new formula. The dyed fabrics have a uniform color and a smooth feel. Their business is good. But we are also studying it, and we will have results soon."

Wang Yan nodded and just looked around in the dyeing workshop. Various large and small utensils, a mess of materials, minerals, plants, and animals are all raw materials for dyeing. More than a dozen men and several women stopped what they were doing and looked at Wang Yan.

Under everyone's gaze, Wang Yan found a stool and sat down, waving his hand: "Bring the account book and take a look."

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and then he responded and ran to bring out a stack of account books: "Boss, these are the accounts of the dyeing shop from last year to now. The accounts of the shop are in the store."

Wang Yan hummed, and then started flipping through the ledger. How the store is doing can be seen clearly in the account books.

The shopkeeper was very sensible and arranged for others to continue working. He also brought a stove over to make tea for Wang Yan. Wang Yan just drank the tea with a lot of things added and settled the accounts.

Not long after, Wang Yan looked at the shopkeeper calmly: "Shopkeeper Wu, are you having trouble lately?"

"Thank you for your concern, my boss. Everything is fine and nothing is difficult."

Wang Yan nodded: "I did the math, and there are two hundred and forty-six taels missing. This is from last year to now. There are also those in the shop, I won't look at them there. You have been working here for five years. , you know how much you take, and you also know who you share it with. I’ll keep 10% for you, and get the remaining 90% back to me within three days, is there any problem?”

"My boss, remember that account clearly, you..."

"I asked you if you have any questions." Wang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, gained some momentum, and suppressed the shopkeeper's nonsense.

After a long silence, Shopkeeper Wu said with difficulty: "No...no."

"Very good." Wang Yan nodded with satisfaction, "You don't have to be afraid. You can continue to do it after you get the money back and add more every month."

"Thank you, Master, for the large amount of money. Don't worry, I will definitely..."

"I won't listen to you, I'll look at the accounts. Let's go, Dongliang."

After patting shopkeeper Wu on the shoulder, Wang Yan swayed away with the little book boy again, and in an understatement, he solved a big problem among his subordinates.

"Master, why do you let shopkeeper Wu continue to do it?" When he came outside, the little book boy couldn't help but raised his neck and asked.

"Do you think it's easy to find a shopkeeper? Shopkeeper Wu has been in business for so many years and everyone is familiar with it. After this time, he will be cautious next time."

Shopkeepers are high-level management talents, especially those who work part-time. They are literate, able to write and do calculations. They can bargain with suppliers to save costs, exploit workers at the bottom, and deceive customers at the bottom. Their overall quality is still quite high. of.

As for why Shopkeeper Wu surrendered, it wasn't because of his imposing manner, which could capture people's hearts, but to cut off greed, his imposing manner was not that awesome.

It's just because he is a landowner and has a certain legendary banker. Another reason is that he used to be a good scholar and was well-known. He could be an official at first glance. Even if he can't get the job, he still knows some officials in Yangzhou, and his relationship is much stronger than that of Shopkeeper Wu. He is a black and white player.

Can Shopkeeper Wu not be afraid?

After leaving the dyeing workshop, Wang Yan didn't take a bus again, and just walked slowly into Yangzhou City with the little book boy...

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