The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

Holding the knife himself, he went straight to Li Chongwen's house with Song Jiang, Lu Wang, Lu Qian and other confidants.

In Li Chongwen's house, officials of all sizes gathered in Jeju, and the backbone of their gang was just waiting for news, and they came to catch them all.

As for the small fish and shrimp below, Yang Lin didn't intend to pursue it deeply. It is impossible to do everything perfectly. If it is really anti-corruption here, it will not be cleared up in three or four years.

Li Chongwen was no longer as elegant as before, a sharp steel knife was resting on his neck, and his legs were shaking uncontrollably.

Yang Lin's upper body was bare, and his clothes were scorched by the fire, so he was thrown outside the city long ago.

With the help of a torch, he saw Yang Lin approaching from a distance, and Li Chongwen begged for mercy in a shrill voice: "Imperial envoy, I"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Lin rushed over angrily and punched him in the face.

Li Chongwen crouched on the ground in pain, Yang Lin was still angry and kicked him all over the place.

He lifted his foot and kicked him between his legs, cursing as he kicked:

"I let you set fire to me!"

"I'll let you poke me with a gun!"

"I let you murder the imperial envoy!"

Song Jiang felt a chill, his lower body tightened, and he said in a low voice: "If you lift it up, if you kick it again, you will die. He is an official ordered by the imperial court, and he will be taken to Bianliang for disposal."

Song Jiang worked in the Yamen, so of course he knew the rules of the Song Dynasty. Officials of this level had to be sentenced by the Ministry of Punishment.

Yang Lin stepped on his neck with his toe, spat and said, "First ransack the house tonight."

Li's mansion is so big, and the female relatives in the inner courtyard have been gathered together, it's pitiful and miserable.

Not long after, they saw a shirtless young man rushing towards the inner courtyard with a few burly men holding a torch.

"Who cares?"

A group of people pushed a white-skinned old man out, and Yang Lin stepped forward and slapped him. According to He Tao, this black-hearted butler is the worst. .

The butler was slapped in all sorts of messes, his eyes staring like gold stars, Yang Lin shouted in his ear: "Take me to the dog officer's vault, or I will stab you to death."

Song Jiang felt cold again, what kind of champion is this and what kind of imperial envoy.

But the few people in the Long Live Camp were very calm, shouldn't the son of King Yang Yan be like this.If it's a literary scholar, everyone will wonder if this is Yang Tong's seed.

Yang Lin walked around the ghost gate tonight, which completely aroused the hostility in his heart. No one is afraid of death. Death is the greatest fear. Fear to the extreme is boundless anger.

The old housekeeper peed his pants, and the two scrambled and led them to a different courtyard. Usually only he and Li Chongwen could enter here, not even Li Chongwen's wife and concubine.

On the rockery in the courtyard, pushing away the weeds, there is a handle. Turn it hard, and a secret door is opened.

As soon as the light of the fire shines, the hall is full of gold and beads, and the spirit is taken away.

"Who knows here?" Yang Lin asked quietly.

"Only the master and the villain know." The butler said flatteringly, hoping that through this great contribution, he could be exempted from guilt.

Several people present all exclaimed in unison, Yang Lin turned the handle and closed the door, slapped the butler on the head, and cursed: "Why did you bring us here in the middle of the night, there is nothing here, are you kidding your grandpa?"

"Imperial Envoy Grandpa Mingjian, the master's property is indeed here, and there are some scattered silver and land deeds."

Yang Lin drew out the knife, stabbed the old butler in the stomach, and cursed, "How dare you speak hard."

The old housekeeper vomited black blood, Lu Qian grabbed him by the collar, threw him into the artificial pool, and disappeared with a plop.

Lu Wang said: "Tiju, I'll call someone to pull our wounded out."

Song Jiang was completely numb here, and tonight he had seen what kind of guy he was.

No wonder he was able to accept the powerful men he brought with him. It turned out that he and his men were ten or a hundred times darker than those people.

The summer night in Jeju Province is hot and dry, and the stars and moon in the sky indicate that tomorrow will be sunny and the sun will still be scorching.

But the people who are sleeping in the shade in the courtyard at this moment don't know that Jeju will change tomorrow.

Chapter 67 The anger of the people is better than the power of God (add more for liveaben)

In the early morning of the next day, everyone in the Long Live Camp posted notices all over the city, saying that Li Chongwen and his party members had been captured alive, and anyone who was wronged would come to the Yamen to sign and pledge.

For a while, the Jeju government fell into madness. Countless people with ruined families poured into the street where the yamen was located, and stacks of criminal evidence were sorted out.

On the Drum Tower next to the yamen, Yang Lin was playing with a piece of agate jade pendant, looked at the crowd on the street, and said with a smile: "This time we were careless, and it can be said that we were inexperienced, and almost ruined our own life. In the future, remember to go to the Everything should be safe first, even if you die, you will be nothing but a pile of dry bones, and all your thoughts and efforts will be completely useless."

Song Jiang looked at the crowd below with his hands behind his back, and sighed: "Li Chongwen was born as a Jinshi, and he traveled to the officialdom to become a governor. This is already a great prospect that scholars all over the world can't dream of. He should do his best to repay God's grace. Who knows that he can't satisfy his desires." , ignorant of the conscience, to do such a thing that angers the heavens and the people complains, I am really ashamed of the saint, the court, and my parents."

Yang Lin was a little surprised, looking at this fat black man, standing with his back against the wind, his clothes fluttering, he seemed a little impressed.

This kid is in a place where yamen is intriguing, but he can be popular everywhere; his friends are reckless, but he can have his family and country in his heart;

This time the rescue came at the right time, no wonder it was called Timely Rain, Yang Lin smiled and said: "Gongming, you have made a great contribution this time, this string of beads is Li Chongwen's private treasure, I will reward you."

Song Jiang was overjoyed when he saw that the imperial envoy of Zhuangyuan Lang called him directly, obviously treating himself as his own.Looking back, it was a string of beads with agate hanging from under the jade pendant.

Song Jiang shook his head and said: "Tiju, this is the best ruby, the color is brilliant but quiet, the texture is warm and moist like Hetian jade, and it is as oily as fat, just like the skin of a jade person. The color. It is just the right thing to give to the beauties you love. The spring scenery in the garden is pleasant, and the ground is full of red flowers. This is the poem that the ancients praised this ruby."

As soon as Yang Lin heard it, he quickly put it in his sleeve, planning to get the girl's Luohong one day, and then give it to her, it's very emotional.

Then he raised his head, looked at Song Jiang, and said with a smile: "You boy, who is capable of writing and martial arts, and understands emotions and tastes, is really a talent!"

Song Jiang smiled shyly, looking dark and cute.

Yang Lin stood up and said, "We've been stuck here for too long, and we have to go to Mizhou to finish our work quickly. I have another important thing to do when I return to Beijing this time."

Song Jiang's expression changed, and he asked, "Do you want a promotion?"

"Treat the Yellow River!"

This mother river, which is half sand and half water, has become a giant man-eating beast, taking more lives than alien invasions every year.

A flood of the Yellow River will cause economic and population losses that are worse than wars.

Now that we have returned to this era, we must do something that will benefit future generations. In the past few hundred years, the rulers have cut down the thousand-year-old giant trees on the Loess Plateau in order to build a palace.

Damn it, it's time to plant trees, and then manage the downstream rivers, even if other things are urgent, let them go first.

The Song Dynasty was an intermediate period, the era when the Yellow River broke out, and it was also the last chance for governance.The people of the Song Dynasty were unlucky. The previous dynasties shut down the nobles' logging on the Loess Plateau, and the evil results caused by it broke out in this era.But the Song Dynasty also deserved it. People in the Northern Song Dynasty liked to build houses with wood. The entire Bianliang was made of wooden houses.

After I go back, I need to slowly change this situation in the court, and then trick Huizong Zhao Ji into agreeing to help him promote afforestation. Thinking of this, Yang Lin is still a little excited.

I studied geography when I was a child, but I was worried about soil erosion and desertification. I couldn't sleep at night and I was thinking hard about countermeasures. I was more worried than anyone else. Now I finally have a chance.