The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

As the rain weakened, news came from various places that the flood disaster and the entire Gyeonggi Road were disaster areas.

As a result, the roads will inevitably be blocked, and the water transportation that maintains the livelihood of millions of people in Bianliang will also be paralyzed. In history, it is unknown who solved the flood, but now this matter has fallen on his own head.

Yang Lin is really the first and the second big, and he doesn't know where to start.

The Longevity Camp is just a newly established military department, at best it is similar to the Imperial City Department, and many functions need to be performed by the government offices at all levels in Kaifeng Prefecture.

It's a pity that the Kaifeng government office and Yang Lin are deadly enemies, and there are plenty of ways to direct them to work with you.

While hesitating, a surprised voice sounded: "Young master."

Yang Lin looked up, and saw that the visitor was short, slightly fat, dark-skinned, and wearing soft armor. He was Song Jiang Song Gongming, a hero from Shandong.

"Song Jiang, why are you here?"

Song Jiang got off his horse, bowed slightly, and replied: "Young master, my subordinates are ordered to go to Baihu Hall to answer the question. This is just a vacant position in front of the palace. If you can’t get in, your subordinates are there.”

Yang Lin quickly interrupted: "Okay, don't complain, it's even more difficult than me."

Song Jiang wondered: "I haven't seen you for a few days, what's so difficult about being short?"

"My new errand is to deal with the flood. All the unscrupulous grain merchants in Bianliang are sitting on the ground and raising prices, and the grain from outside can't be brought in. After a few days, Kaifeng's population of one million people may starve to death."

Song Jiang rolled his eyes, leaned forward and said: "Young master, if you are undecided, you can find the grand master."

Yang Lin's eyes lit up, thinking wow, someone must have solved this matter, who could it be, it must be Cai Jing.

There is no doubt that Cai Jing's professional ability has been highly praised by the leaders of the old and new factions, and this is the case in the Song Dynasty.

Even his political opponents said sourly: "If Jing can straighten his mind, even if he is an ancient sage, how can he add it?"

Yang Lin smiled and said: "You have reminded me this time, come with me to the Prime Minister's Mansion. I beg Cai Xiang to adjust you so that you don't have to suffer in Jieshuai's Mansion."

Song Jiang was overjoyed when he heard the words, followed Yang Lin and went straight to Cai's mansion.

Yang Lin was familiar with Cai Jing's mansion, and came to the study happily.

Cai Jing is indeed an elegant person. The flood outside is raging, and he is leisurely holding a shower in the study, watering it.

Seeing Yang Lin coming in, he said angrily: "You are also a top student in reading, why don't you even understand this bit of etiquette, knock on the door before you come in."

"Next time, next time you must knock, Enxiang, you can save me this time."

Cai Jing put down the shower, and the two maids next to him came over with copper basin towels. After cleaning his hands, Cai Jing calmly asked, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Yang Lin salivated on his face, and said solemnly: "Enxiang, Zeng Bu, who has the right to know the government of Kaifeng, has always been against Enxiang. In order to serve as your pawn, I scolded him at Daxiangguo Temple."

"You dare to scold Zeng Bu?" Cai Jing looked surprised, this is really a newborn calf not afraid of tigers.But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that this was normal.

"Students don't dare to do anything for the sake of kindness, but this old thing is really ruthless. He has a grudge against such a trivial matter, and ordered the people in Kaifeng's government office to obey others. The officials gave me the power to mobilize all levels of government offices. Let’s deal with the flood in Kaifeng. These dogs are so lazy, they can’t even check a black-hearted grain store that is setting prices on the ground, and we in Bianliang are about to starve to death.”

Cai Jing sighed, and said: "Zeng Bu is an old minister, and he came from a family of prime ministers. His disciples and old officials are all over the Song Dynasty. If you hate him, he still wants to do things in Kaifeng. There is only one way."

When Yang Lin heard that this old thing really has tricks, he said happily: "Please enlighten me."

"Find a group of people who have no scruples, and Zeng Bu can't get in the way, to handle these things."

Yang Lin pondered for a moment, and suddenly he felt blessed, and approached him and said, "Master En, you mean the Ministry of Internal Affairs?"

Cai Jing nodded with a smile, and said: "You and Yang Jian are called brothers and sisters. He is now suppressed by Liang Shicheng in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and even Li Yan has come from behind, and his power has surpassed him, the old man in Duanwang's mansion. Yang Jian's face is smiling and friendly. Good man, how can you have no complaints in your heart, you go to the front of the palace to help him, relying on Yang Jian's foundation in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, are you afraid that you will not be able to form a detective department?"

Isn't this the idea of ​​the East Factory and the West Factory? Yang Lin thought about it carefully. Liang Shicheng firmly controlled the Ministry of Internal Affairs, which was always a hidden danger to him.

There is also Li Yan, the head of internal affairs, whose own younger brother died in his hands, and this grudge is not insignificant.

Yang Jian and himself have always had a good relationship. Starting from the Cuju League, every time they are a community of interests.What's even more rare is that most of his top picks were obtained through Yang Jian's information.

Cai Jing continued to point out: "Yang Jian is in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. I don't know how many confidantes have been bullied by Liang Shicheng for so long. They have long held back their strength and wanted to resist, but there is no chance. Yang Jian is not short of people, you are not short of money, you are now Now that there is a suitable reason, this matter will not be accomplished overnight.”

Walking out of Cai Jing's study, Yang Lin expanded her chest, her face full of longing.

Is there anything more suitable than this to set up an east factory to raid the house? Song Jiang came up, nodded and smiled and asked: "Young master, what's the grand master's opinion? Also, can this subordinate, Du Yuhou, in front of the palace, please?" , Hey, move around."

Yang Lin looked him up and down, and said with a smile on your chin: "It's easy to say, Dongchang needs a talent like you."

Song Jiang was puzzled: "Dongchang?"

Chapter 1 Seventeen Establishment of the Dasong Anti-Affair Factory

After explaining clearly what Dongchang is, Song Jiang was so frightened that his face was like a pig's liver, and he waved his hands and shook his head repeatedly: "Young master, spare your life, our family is a single heir for nine generations. If you cut me off, you will cut off the Song family in Yun County."

"Fart, don't you still have a second brother?"

"The subordinates will strangle him to death when they go back."

Yang Lin dragged the anxious Song Jiang to the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Yang Jian was squeezed out by Liang Shicheng, and he was a real idler.

Seeing Yang Lin, Yang Jian approached affectionately, took his arm, and asked with a smile: "Brother Yang, brother treats you with sincerity, you kid didn't post to me for your housewarming a few days ago, it's because you look down on me people?"

Yang Lin said nonchalantly: "Brother, you have wronged me. A few days ago, my subordinates were celebrating. How can I ask my brother to go? I plan to set up a table at home in a few days. Let's call Qingshui. A close get-together."

"It's a word."

Yang Jian's smile is indeed very friendly, this person is usually like an old lady, Yang Lin smiled and said: "Brother, I have something to discuss with you this time."

Yang Jian let out a groan, and seemed a little disappointed, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yang Lin leaned forward and whispered in his ear

"Brother, it's not too late, let's go see the official's family now." Yang Jian was very moved when he heard it, it was much better than growing flowers and plants under Liang Shicheng's crowding out.

Two treacherous ministers, one big and one small, came outside the imperial city with their arms around their arms. With Yang Jian leading the way, they didn't even need their badges, and followed the guidance of the little servant all the way to the imperial garden.

Zhao Ji was wearing a tight-fitting bunt jacket with a yellow ribbon tied on his head, and was doing Cuju.

Turning around and seeing the two of them, Zhao Ji walked out of the arena, while watching the court ladies kicking the ball, he asked, "Why are you two here together?"

Yang Lin said with a smile: "Official family, I have come to announce the good news to the official family."

"Oh? What do I like?"

Yang Lin talked eloquently: "What I said earlier has been fulfilled. Kaifeng Prefecture is blocked by water and land, food cannot be brought in, profiteers close their doors and do not sell food, tens of thousands of people will starve to death."

Zhao Ji frowned and said, "Is this a happy event?"

"This is a bad thing, but I have already found a way to solve it. It can help the officials turn disasters into good fortune, resolve this catastrophe, and regularly bless His Majesty's immortal energy. The longevity of the emperor will indeed last forever."

Zhao Ji was so coaxed by him that he smiled, Yang Lin was so loyal that he had to use his courtiers so that he would not cause trouble for himself.He always thought of a way in advance before coming to face the saint. Zhao Ji was very satisfied with this, because he really didn't want to participate in handling these state affairs, it was too troublesome, and there was no such thing as Cuju, painting, and writing.