The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

Yin Qianqian put away all kinds of amorous feelings in the boudoir, completely disappeared from her charming appearance, and stood on the side in an orderly manner, it is not difficult to see that her family was very strict.

Yin Muhong didn't climb up the pole to climb up relatives, but said sternly: "Qianqian just kills concubines less, there is no reason to sacrifice less to salute my servants."

In the Song Dynasty, although the status of concubines in a family was higher than that of maidservants, they were essentially on the same level as maidservants and still belonged to the status of slaves.

Yin Qianqian's face flushed with shame, she lowered her head and tears rolled in the corners of her eyes, but she didn't dare to cry out.

Yang Lin was a little unhappy in her heart, since she became her own woman, even her father could not bully her.

But this matter is very tricky, Qian Qian obviously respects her own father very much, if she stands up for her and embarrasses her father, it will probably make this girl even more sad.

Yang Lin held back his anger, sat down on a chair, and said displeasedly, "Then why did you see me?"

When Yin Muhong talked about the business, he became more energetic, and said in a concentrated voice: "It rained heavily for three days without a break, and the Kaifeng area is almost full of water. At this time, countless refugees are homeless in counties and villages on the outskirts of the city. Don't kill yourself." Being in an important position, it is time to take this opportunity to invite Your Majesty to help the refugees and open warehouses for disaster relief, so as to relieve the urgent needs of the people."

Yang Lin sneered, he thought that he was a nerd, and joked: "The water level of the Bian River has risen, the cargo ships are cut off, the carriages and horses are stuck in the mud, and the channel for transporting grain to Bianliang has been cut off. With a population of 60, an army of 100, and more than [-] million mouths, we don’t know if there is enough stock in the area, how can we open the gates of the city to accommodate refugees, and who dares to open warehouses for disaster relief?”

Yang Shaozai talked eloquently, thinking that he would make this old rotten scholar speechless. Who knew that Yin Muhong was not ashamed, but also refuted: "Yang Shaozai, the imperial court only accounts for less than half of the Kaifeng government's grain storage. Others are concentrated In the hands of countless grain merchants, at the time of this natural disaster, we should take extraordinary measures to let these people take out the grain, not allow the price to rise, and sell the people to save their lives."

Bianliang is the most prosperous place. Few people here plow the fields, and most of the grain used is brought in from outside.

This has given birth to countless grain merchants stationed in Bianliang, all of whom have a lot of inventory in their hands, and there is some truth to what this old thing says.

Yang Lin pinched his chin and pondered for a moment, then said: "At this time of year, it is very difficult for grain merchants to raise prices without sitting still. After all, money is touching. In a few days, the price of grain in Bianliang will probably be even more frighteningly high."

With an upright face, Yin Muhong flicked his sleeves, and said loudly, "It's an extraordinary season, and we use extraordinary measures. It's not that they donate food, but it's just that they don't let them make a fortune for the country. If there is no rain on weekdays, their food will be too much." Sell ​​as usual. In my opinion, it is better to invite your majesty to kill a few profiteers first, and then stipulate that no price increase is allowed, and the tolerance will investigate from house to house. Whoever dares to store grain and not sell it will be confiscated and punished on Yan'an Road."

Yang Lin was sweating, thinking that this cheap father-in-law was a rotten Confucian, who knew he was a ruthless person.

"Then what do you think the first thing to do in this flood?" Yang Lin asked tentatively.

"Treat the river, control the water, dredge the stagnant water, and channel it into the river. Otherwise, these violent muddy water will surely destroy more states and counties. I have carefully observed the trend of the mountains and rivers in Kaifeng Prefecture. This is a prosperous Bian that is full of fire and oil. Liangcheng may not be absolutely safe. If there is more rain, the mere Bian River may not be able to carry it, and then it will be a disaster."

Yang Lin couldn't sit still anymore, got up from the chair, held Yin Muhong's arm, and said, "I didn't expect you to have such insight, what position do you hold now?"

Yin Muhong held his head high and said, "I am an idle visitor in your mansion, and occasionally responsible for cleaning the yellow leaves in the courtyard."

This Nima is eating and drinking, and he said that he is so tall, and he can hear the meaning of a hermit, and he looks so shameless.

But Yang Lin didn't care about this anymore, he patted him on the shoulder and said: "In this case, you should make preparations and go out of the city with me to control the water. Come, prepare the horse, I want to enter the palace to face the saint!"

Chapter 1 Fourteen

It was raining heavily, pouring down.

The water on the Royal Street has covered half of the wheel, and it is going to the imperial city under the heavy rain. There are a few pedestrians scattered on the road.

Arriving in the palace, Yang Lin's official uniform was already half wet, and he stepped forward to shelter from the rain under the eaves of the Wenhua Palace. After a while, someone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs came out and led him across the palace to meet the emperor.

Zhao Ji is currently in the Yiqing Palace, with a drawing board in front of him, holding a wolf hair and looking at a beautiful woman in front of him.

At the gate of the hall, a concubine of the palace stood holding flowers, her eyebrows were like emerald feathers, her muscles were like white snow, and her figure was graceful and graceful. The gorgeous classical temperament made Yang Lin nod secretly, and even swallowed his saliva.

Zhao Ji didn't notice him at all, and sometimes he looked at him, and sometimes he wrote, and he was very absorbed in painting.

Yang Lin stood helplessly at the side, waiting for him to finish the painting. This "Beauty Watching the Rain" did not take very long, but when I took a closer look, it was indeed delicately smudged, vivid and smooth.

In the painting, the beauty wears a flower crown, with towering temples and black hair like ink. Looking at the rain curtain outside the temple, the eyebrows and blacks are full of thoughts.

Coupled with the embellishment of vases of flowers and incense burners next to it, it further sets off a sense of royal wealth and nobility.

Zhao Ji was completely immersed in his own creation. After he finished writing, he found Yang Lin who was peeking at him with his head outstretched. He said with a smile, "When did Yang Qing come, why didn't anyone report it?"

Yang Lin immediately said: "It was the minister who signaled the servants not to interrupt the official's painting, lest such a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation be lost in the world, and Yang Lin's crime would be great."

Although Zhao Ji likes compliments from his neighbors, he doesn't like flattery. He looks very vulgar and not up to grade. Your title of No. [-] Scholar."

Yang Lin laughed, stepped forward and took a pen from the pen holder, pondered for a moment and wrote on the painting that Zhao Ji had just finished:

The spring in Tokyo is thick and the rain is thick, and the fragrance and beauty are gone with the waves.

The fragrant flowers in plain hands are charming, and the willows are sad when the crescent eyebrows are frowned.

The king's grace is deep and affectionate, and Gong'e's writing is leisurely.

Who said sad paintings can't be done, Danqing is often hard to find.

Satisfied, Zhao Ji ordered the palace servants to put away the scrolls, and then asked, "Why did Yang Qing come to see me in the palace?"

"Your Majesty, there have been heavy rains in recent days. There are many mountain torrents in Kaifeng Prefecture and surrounding counties, and many people's homes have been destroyed. I intend to go out of the city to relieve the victims, calm the place, and repair the river to prevent the disaster from intensifying and becoming difficult to control."

Zhao Ji was busy admiring beauties in the rain, painting and reciting poems, never thought of the disasters that this kind of rain would bring.Hearing this, he was also surprised, and asked, "Is it already this serious?"

Yang Lin was speechless for a while, but still replied: "If you don't give treatment, I fear that there will be no less than a hundred thousand people who will lose their homes outside the city."

Zhao Ji took a deep breath and said: "Since this is the case, water and fire are ruthless, how can I let Yang Qing take the risk and let the officials of the Ministry of Industry go to give relief."

It has to be said that this Huizong is quite close to his favorite minister, Yang Lin clasped his fists and said: "Your Majesty, this matter is no small matter, I dare not give in to others, I have to be close to him to be at ease."

Zhao Ji was very moved. He didn't expect that Yang Lin not only conformed to his own wishes in every way, but also had the heart to go through all the dangers for the country and the country, and went to repair the river to relieve the disaster.

In fact, Yang Lin didn't say anything. If he wanted to provide disaster relief, the grain merchants in Kaifeng Mansion had to sell the grain, and they couldn't raise the price just because the country was in distress.

In the century since the founding of the Song Dynasty, those aristocratic families, foreign relatives, eunuchs... have been operating in Bianliang for many years, and many grain shops are their private property.

No way, how can I get these people to spit out food? If they are really unwilling, it may not be that the victims of the disaster are starving. There are 60 forbidden troops in Bianliang.

Zhao Ji gave Yang Lin sufficient rights to go out of the city to renovate the river, control the Yellow River, and relieve the victims.All yamen in Kaifeng Mansion must cooperate and obey the dispatch, which is already a great delegation of power to the current officials.

As soon as he walked out of the hall, Yang Lin was about to leave the palace in a hurry, but he heard a beautiful smile from behind him.

Damn it, the dog emperor looked worried just now, but he really forgot about it when he turned his head.

The warmth that had just risen in Yang Lin's heart was gone, and he left the imperial city with a frown, ready to start dealing with this natural disaster.

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On the Bianhe River in the outskirts of the city, the muddy flood hit the city gate, and the soldiers guarding the city stood in the water with their trousers pulled up, crying bitterly.

From time to time, a few dead bodies floated by outside the city. If one was lucky, some well-meaning soldiers picked them up to see if they were dead or alive. Most of them were taken away by the flood and disappeared.

Yang Lin led the troops from the Longevity Camp to the north gate and climbed up the tower to look down. It was indeed a rare flood. The people of Bianliang could hide at home to avoid the water, but the people outside would be in bad luck. .

Yin Muhong said from behind: "If this is not dealt with, Bianliang will be flooded in a few days."

Yang Lin nodded, and said to the young general behind the city: "Open the city gate, take the refugees from outside one after another, and place them in Daxiangguo Temple, where the terrain is high and there are many open spaces."

With an order, several city gates began to accept refugees into the city one after another. The Daxiangguo Temple began to be expanded on a large scale from the Northern Song Dynasty to the first year of Daoyuan; it was completed in Xianping four years, covering an extremely large area.