A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

"Brother, where is home?"

What Guoguo misses most is Xiongzhou's home, and she talks about it every few days.

In her impression, home means warmth and safety.

Shen An was lost in thought while tying her hair.

It’s time to have a home!

He looked at this humble room and felt that it was more cramped than the pigeon cages of later generations.

"Guo Guo! Then let's save money to buy a house."

Of course you can't buy a house by saving money, you can only buy a house by making a lot of money.

But Guo Guo shook her head, blinked her big eyes and said, "Brother, this is home."

Shen An felt a little guilty under the gaze of these big eyes.

There are thousands of mansions, but no home in my heart.

The dark room is warm because of you.

Guoguo is very satisfied with her current home. She just misses her father Shen Bian.

It was always like this when I was a child. Home is where my parents are.

When I grow up, my home becomes my ticket stub...

"elder brother!"

Seeing that he was in a daze, Guo Guo raised her head and shouted.

"Sit down!"

Shen An held her down and pierced her hair several times.

"Go out to eat!"

"good!"

The two brothers and sisters had dinner in Bianliang for the first time. Guoguo pointed at Shen An's back. Sometimes this place was good, and sometimes she said she would go there and have a look.

Bianliang is very prosperous and there are countless places to eat.

The two siblings ended up eating snacks all the way, and by the time they arrived at Zhouqiao, their bellies were already round.

In the afternoon, Guoguo fell asleep on Shen An's back. Shen An had to lean forward slightly to prevent her from falling backwards.

He stood by the stove in his house and looked at several government officials across from him staring at him.

This must have been arranged by Bao Zheng.

This is the Northern Song Dynasty version of man-to-man marking.

Shen An shook his head, feeling that such rumblings really made people feel a bit ridiculous.

He bought some more things, and when he got home, he started making them.

He's making a slingshot!

He took a small knife and slowly whittled the wooden fork. After it was finished, he tied it with the tendon he just bought.

He stood in the yard, holding a small stone in his right hand, and then opened the slingshot, but he felt that there was not much pulling force, not as good as the rubber band he used in his previous life.

"Snapped!"

The stone hit the wall. Shen An walked over to take a look, nodded with satisfaction, and then went to get some mud for making porcelain.

Mix some metal debris into the mud and simply burn it out. This is a stone bullet.

The weather in Bianliang in early spring was good, and Shen An took Guoguo outside to look for birds.

"Snapped!"

"Hit!"

A bird struggled and fell from the tree. Shen An ran over to pick it up, while Guoguo cheered from behind.

And there was a rope in Guoguo's hand, and at one end of the rope was a puppy.

"Huahua..."

Guoguo pulled the rope, and the puppy whimpered a few times and came over.

Guoguo squatted down, clumsily touched the puppy's head and said, "Huahua is going to be fierce."

The puppy has black fur and looks pitiful.

But when Shen An bought it a few days ago, the puppy's mother was extremely vicious, and even the dog owner did not dare to provoke her easily. It’s just that the dog’s father doesn’t know what breed it is, and neither does the dog owner himself.

Shen An bought this for her as a companion, so Guoguo was very happy, and she even gave her the name.

She was squatting there, and the puppy was sitting next to her. One person and one dog didn't see the crowd of people at the gate in front. Two monks were glaring at Shen An angrily.

Shen An picked up the bird and looked up to see the anger coming from the monk.

He looked at the plaque dumbfounded, then hurried back, picked up Guoguo and the puppy and left.

This is Daxiangguo Temple!

Oh my God! I actually shot birds outside the gate of Daxiangguo Temple...

…

There is a puppy behind the pot sticker stall at the night market.

Guoguo was sitting on her chair, and Huahua was lying next to the small charcoal basin at her feet.

There are dozens of stalls selling pot stickers in Bianliang City, but everyone agrees that the most delicious one is Shen’an’s in Zhouqiao Night Market.

Shen An was making pot stickers quickly, while Guoguo was practicing calligraphy and tracing on the small table behind.

The vendors all left, and Shen An regained peace.

But with two more sergeants from the inspection department opposite, Shen An felt that life had become colorful again.

The soup cake stall on the left was not doing very well tonight. The vendors were a little envious of Shen An's business, so they were muttering to the side and even curiously watched Guo Guo practice calligraphy.

"Tsk tsk! Shen An, you can actually read? And you can teach people, so why are you still setting up a stall in the night market? You might as well get a teaching job!"

Shen An was talking to him without saying a word. The hawker suddenly changed the subject and said mysteriously: "The envoy from the Liao Kingdom got angry in the court today. I heard that there was silence in the court hall. Those high-ranking officials left their families there. I Playing dumb.”

This gossip caught Shen An off guard and asked, "How did you know?"

The hawker said proudly: "How can the affairs of the imperial court be concealed from the people of Bianliang?"

Is it possible to talk about such important national events everywhere?

Shen An was speechless, and he became even more speechless when he saw Bao Zheng appearing in front of him on the right.

Is this old man still worried about himself so late at night?

Shen An didn't think his lethality was that great, so Bao Zheng must be in trouble.

Get lost!

He muttered silently in his heart.

"That's a good word."

Bao Zheng walked to Guoguo with official steps. When he saw her clumsily tracing red, he nodded and praised her a few times. But he also knew that he shouldn’t treat others as his master, and he didn’t dare to say what was wrong with him.

Shen An ignored him, but Huahua stood up and roared at Bao Zheng.

Bao Zheng was stunned for a moment by the cute little puppy, and then he laughed.

He walked to Shen An, who had an evil gaze, and said, "Some people say that I am a cruel official, but I have not privately imposed punishment on anyone."

Shen An nodded, unwilling to argue with him.

"You are very scheming at a young age, and your father has personally taught you since you were a child. I guess your knowledge is also extraordinary. After all... Shen Bian is talented, but aloof, and he has a preference for martial arts..."

Shen An's heart was shocked, and she finally understood why Shen Bian was yelling at everyone.

Di Qing was forced to death just last year, and civil servants like Shen Bian who sympathized with the military were an anomaly.

It's true that you sympathize with warriors, but you shouldn't come in the open!

This time, the Shen An brothers and sisters were cheated.

But since Shen An took over his original identity, he naturally took over all of this.

"Di Wuxiang is gone. If the Xixia and Liao people come to attack, who will attack the Song Dynasty?"

Bao Zheng said with a straight face: "The Song Dynasty has never lacked warriors. No matter whether it is a family or a family, you are still young, so you must not go astray."

Shen An felt slightly cold in his heart, knowing that this topic should not be discussed again.

"coming!"

At this time, someone shouted from the front.

Bao Zheng's expression changed, and Shen An noticed that he was wearing official uniform.

What does this old man want to do?

When more than ten riders came from the front left, Bao Zheng walked out and blocked the road.

The old man looked solemn and shouted: "During the day, you were waiting in the court and said that you would trample the Imperial Street and sweep across Kaifeng Mansion. I know Bao Zheng of Kaifeng Mansion. I am here today. You can step on me."

The night market was brightly lit, and Shen An could see it clearly.

"They are from Liao!"

Someone screamed, and then the night market began to commotion.

Most of the dozen riders wore felt hats, but a few did not. On their heads, there was only a strip of hair above the temples, with a bald head in the middle, like a Mediterranean hairstyle.