The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

Yang Lin's eyes widened, and he said: "I'm waiting for the minister, the king's salary, as long as the country is prosperous and the people are happy, don't worry about his mother being insulted."

Cai Jing stood up straight away, and pushed Yang Lin, who had spoken so eloquently, out the door. After the ebony wooden door was closed, Cai Jing's voice came: "Go back and clean up. I'm going to make inspections. Go early and return late. Remember to take care of yourself."

Yang Lin didn't take it seriously, and said loudly outside: "Enxiang, elder brother, Lan Shilang, Yang Lin is bidding farewell."

Outside the Cai Mansion, the Yang family's motorcade had already been prepared. This was the first time the Long Live Battalion went out, and it was patrolling on behalf of the heavens. It was a great honor.

Yang Tong, the king of salt who was successfully exonerated by his son, brought all the newly trained elites under his command, while he brought his two brothers back to Lianghuai to recruit troops.

The world is at peace these days, and the Zhao family is unbelievably stable. Who wouldn't want to change from a bandit to a soldier and eat a mouthful of official meals.

The Long Live Battalion now has few major generals. Except for Yang Lin's promotion, two elites selected from the special service team served as two marquises.

The vigor of these people has changed drastically from when they first came to Bianliang, and they have a certain momentum to fight there, and they are all refreshed when they see Yang Lin come out.

Putting away the hippie smiling face in the Cai Mansion, Yang Lin wiped his eyelids, his face sank like water, and he boarded the carriage and said in a deep voice: "Let's go!"

On behalf of Tian Xunhun, such a big scene should have been sent off by all officials.

But Yang Lin's reputation is not good, and Bianliang and his officials who have nothing to do with him are mostly from Cai Jing's lineage, so they don't come here to avoid suspicion.

As for other factions, especially those attached to Liang Shicheng, they dare not come, and even hide far away.Traitors are always the most hated characters by all factions in the officialdom.Li Shangyin is amazingly talented, because of his unclear position and ambiguous identity in the dispute between the Niu Party and the Li Party, the result is that no matter whether the Niu Party or the Li Party comes to power, he is always unappreciated and not reused.

After so many years of party struggle in the Great Song Dynasty, the old and new parties are incompatible with each other, and it is even more common to entrap colleagues.

The streets of Bianliang were still bustling and bustling, and the place was full of passing vehicles. Yang Lin asked people to hang up the imperial envoy's flag to clear the way, and sure enough, all the carts, horse-drawn carts, ox carts, and donkey carts along the road were dodged.

At the gate of the city, Wang Chaoli in official uniform stood on the side of the bluestone slab street. When he saw the imperial guard of honor from a distance, he straightened his clothes, stepped forward and bowed: "The next official, Wang Chaoli, came to see him off."

Yang Lin stepped down from the carriage, called him aside, and said: "You should save me more time during the court, but if there is any trouble, send someone to the Longevity Camp in the east of Bianliang City in time, and someone will contact me."

"Don't worry about the promotion, and the next official will not disgrace the mission."

Yang Lin chuckled lightly and said, "Okay, let's go back, I have Prime Minister Cai taking care of me, so I guess no one can touch me."

Wang Chaoli, the only one who came to see him off, was soon overwhelmed by the crowd in Bianliang.

After leaving the city gate, the majestic Kaifeng Mansion is already behind, and the towering city wall gradually becomes the background.

Yang Lin opened the curtain and looked outside, no matter from which angle, this is a place of wealth and prosperity. If there is really a fairyland in this world, then it must be Bianliang.There were 45 males registered in Bianliang at that time, and it is estimated that 120 million to 150 million people lived in the bustling Tokyo Bianliang.

At that time, Constantinople was the city center of the Byzantine Empire, and as an important port guarding the Eurasian continent, the total population at that time was 20; Angkor was the capital of the Khmer Empire and the central city of Southeast Asia. A population of 20; Baghdad, the center of global knowledge that the West considered at that time, and the place where knowledge was created, had a population of 13.

How can the great city be ravaged by Hu Feng.

"There are millions of people in Bianliang, but who knows the real Yang Lin?"

Chapter 61 Daitianxunhunting (for me there is still a sweet potato three-shift)

After leaving Bianliang City and traveling to Chenliu County, Yang Lin abandoned the carriage, rode a fast horse with a whip, and headed straight for Mizhou with a hundred guards from the Long Live Battalion.

Pass through the city and town during the day, stay in a hotel at night, do not disturb the government offices of prefectures and counties along the way, and do not put on imperial guards of honor.

Even so, after traveling for half a month, I just arrived on the ground in Shandong.

It's midsummer, and the sun is baking in Jeeum County, Jeju, and the soles of your feet are burned when you walk.At dusk, the hot feeling has not dissipated.

As the sun sets, the afterglow is like fog, and it is smoky red as far as the eye can see.

Yang Lin was sweating all over, and his whole body was sticky, so uncomfortable.

Reaching out to drive away the buzzing mosquitoes, Yang Lin asked impatiently, "Where are you now?"

"Back to Tiju, the front is Yuncheng County."

Yang Lin nodded, and said: "The small shop I stayed in for the past few days didn't even have a bathtub. Now that I've arrived in Shandong, I don't need to rush too much. Hang up our flag and go to the county town to have a good rest tonight. "

At the gate of Yuncheng, a few gentlemen leaned lazily on the gate, chatting casually.

Suddenly a group of healthy horses came galloping outside, and the gentleman guarding the gate panicked, wiped his eyes and said, "Could it be that the strongman attacked the city?"

"Open your eyes and see clearly, this is the military uniform of our Great Song Forbidden Army, probably the Forbidden Army who went out on business."

When he arrived at the gate, he showed his documents and revealed his identity, and then the guards of the city opened the city gate with a respectful face. Some of them who ran fast had already rushed back to the county government office to report the letter.

After a while, all the officials, arresters, and servants of the county government came out and went to the gate of the city to meet the imperial envoy.

It was the first time that Yang Lin received this kind of welcome. Even though people in Bianliang hated dogs, he was greeted with the sound of gongs and drums and colorful ribbons.

At that time, the county magistrate was nearly sixty years old, and he looked like an old man. His well-dressed and wrinkled old face was full of tension.

This is the number one scholar of the Song Dynasty, not to mention Wenqu Xing, but this time he will lead the sky patrol.

No matter what kind of reputation Yang Lin gained in Bianliang, Tokyo, he is still a big shot who goes directly to Tianting when he comes to the place. Yuncheng County has not had a champion in 100 years.

Yang Lin didn't get off the horse, and Lu Yuhou next to him said directly: "The imperial envoys come from far away to be polluted with dust, so let's arrange a place to cleanse and change clothes first."

The county magistrate hurriedly turned his head and whispered something to a little black fat man, who came out more and more, and clasped his fists and said: "The imperial envoy and everyone, please go this way, and the villain will take you to the door."

Only then did Yang Lin get off the horse, throw the whip in his hand to this person, and let him lead the horse to lead the way.

Along the way, I asked about the local conditions and customs of Shandong, and compared it with later generations, it really is quite different.The others were bored, but Yang Lin was interested in it. Seeing how interested the young champion imperial envoy was, the fat man pulled himself together and began to speak earnestly.

When they arrived at the restaurant, there was naturally no room for so many people, so Yang Lin ordered them to stay in the county seat.

The fat black official said with shame on his face, "The few people in the small county are poor, so the imperial envoys laughed at them."

After a month of special training, these people can sleep standing up, let alone camp.Yang Lin said with a smile: "It's okay, as long as your cooks show off Shandong cuisine, which is the first of the eight major cuisines, that's the right way."

"I have already prepared the banquet, and I only hope that the imperial envoy will reward me."

After washing up, Yang Lin walked out of the restaurant comfortably, feeling reborn and indescribably refreshed.

The banquet was neatly arranged, and the county magistrate at that time invited the squires from the county to accompany them, and they were all prominent families in the prefecture and county on weekdays, so they would not be stage fright when they met the champion.

The banquets in the small county are not luxurious, but they are quite distinctive.

Yang Lin took a bite of the grilled fish, the meat was delicious and the soup was rich.

The county magistrate Shi raised a glass of wine and said, "This is the first glass of wine. On behalf of the people of Xi County, I thank the imperial envoy for coming."

Everyone said yes together, Yang Lin sighed softly after drinking with him, with a lazy expression.

He is the best at speaking these high-sounding words in Tokyo, and he also speaks the most.For some reason, after leaving Bianliang, he was not interested, and he found it tasteless when he heard it.

When the county magistrate saw that the imperial envoy was playing with the wine cup, he pursed his lips thoughtfully and remained silent.

He swallowed all the official words in his stomach, and asked cautiously: "The imperial envoy seems to be depressed?"