Promotion and fortune in Song Dynasty

Thinking of the former student Zhao Zhen, who was pure in appearance and full of thieves, and the current student Ouyang Xiu, who was innocent and focused on writing questions, Lu Ci twitched his lips and decided not to meddle in other people's business.

The role that his so-called master can play is very small, and in the end it is the environment that makes a person.

It can be regarded as a reminder to him: for Ouyang Xiu, who came here to join his uncle after his father's death, it is likely that he has never stepped out of this small Suizhou since dawn.

And reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles, especially the details of human relationships, if you don't travel far to study, you can only get it from paper, after all, it is too simple.

——In another half a year.

While thinking about it, Lu Ci gazed lovingly at Ouyang Xiu who was thinking hard about the topic, and made the decision to sponsor his disciples to go on a study trip after half a year.

In the next six months, Lu Ci was not idle at all.

Although he logically used Cai Qi, the magistrate of Suizhou, and Zhong Yuan, a trustworthy hair boy, to run around and bargain, after all, it was the Yizhuang he was planning to build, and only he could do it. Pile up.

The time to guide Ouyang Xiu's homework, if not at night, is squeezed out during the day.

Although Zhong Yuan never cared about accounts and was not sensitive to money-smelling things, but after running around every day, the number of seats transferred by him is already a jaw-dropping number.

He only made a rough estimate of one or two, but couldn't stand the fear, and couldn't help but secretly asked Lu Ci one day: "Be honest with me, the money you donated this time should be far more than what my mother saved. Yes, but throw in all your salary for these years together!"

"It's not that exaggerated." Lu Ci laughed, and just when Zhong Yuan thought he had misunderstood and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he said calmly: "Except for all donations from my mother, the three houses have not been moved at all. I donated [-]% of the money I could use.”

"Nine percent!"

Zhong Yuan gasped, and looked at Lu Ci like he was looking at a drunk prodigal son: "I'm afraid you're crazy!"

"I'll come back after all the money is gone," Lu Ci smiled, "Did you forget what salary I got?"

Zhong Yuan only knew that Lu Ci had become some kind of envoy, but he didn't know what it was, and he didn't think about asking about it.

Hearing the words, a little curiosity was aroused immediately, and he couldn't help asking: "How much?"

Lu Ci thought for a while, and simply omitted other subsidies, only talking about salary.

"..."

Zhong Yuan calculated with a blank expression, and quickly came to the conclusion that even if he played Cuju for a whole year, and even had the audacity to add the prize money of the leader of the mountain race, he would only get a fraction of the opponent...

"Money is something outside of the body." Zhong Yuan patted Lu Ci on the shoulder who was so rich, and with difficulty resisted the urge to suffer from pink eye, and sincerely suggested: "You might as well just donate it all."

Lu Ci sighed softly, and said pitifully: "You forgot that I am wearing a filial piety, and I have already resigned from the official position. In the next three years, I will also have to be a filial piety in the village without salary?"

"I forgot about it."

Zhong Yuan patted his forehead, suddenly realized.

When I looked at my friends again, the sour envy that had just appeared was once again suppressed by admiration.

Even though he won't have any income in the next few years, he still gave away most of his family's wealth without hesitation, just to help people from other places who are not relatives or old friends... Such courage!

But he forgot, if there is no accident, three years later, as long as the court has not completely forgotten about Lu Ci, and is willing to give a job that is not too low, Lu Ci will be able to get the order back. The generous salary envied by the world.

And there is a little emperor with a generous and benevolent temperament, who is fond of nostalgia, even if he really has to wait three years, he will definitely not let the little master be lost.

"right?"

Lu Ci sighed again in melancholy, and his long black eyelashes drooped down, making his face as white as jade, adding a little bit of rare melancholy.

Even Zhong Yuan, a self-proclaimed hard-hearted man, was shaken by this picturesque and handsome side profile, and his heart trembled.

... Damn it, beauty hurts people.

Zhong Yuan quickly came back to his senses, turned his eyes away with lingering fear, coughed lightly, and was about to speak when he saw Lu Ci pull out a chip from behind that he didn't know when he had made it, with a handwritten note on it. The small rough wooden box with the word '' in it came, swept away the melancholy just now, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhong, why don't you vote a little too?"

Zhong Yuan was at the time when his ability to resist was weakest. He was dazzled by the moody and sometimes sunny expression of this handsome 'fraudster', and his bulging pocket was half-emptied.

"Not bad, not bad," I didn't expect to joke casually, and it was a good start. Lu Ci put away the small wooden box with satisfaction, and comforted the dumbfounded Zhong Yuan with a smile: "Brother Zhong, don't worry, you are willing to set up a business in Yizhuang. I worked so hard on the eve of the day, and I donated generously, this achievement, I will definitely be added to the list of worshipers in the Pantheon, and it will not be easily forgotten."

Zhong Yuan repeated in a trance a strange term he had never heard before: "Pantheon?"

"That's right." Lu Ci nodded sincerely, as if the word wasn't something he thought of at all, and explained confidently: "It's obviously not enough for me alone to support the operation of Yizhuang, and I don't intend to be endless. I want to devote myself to it, and I would rather let it find a way to operate for a long time after helping it start, and this Pantheon is among them.”

If he only relied on his own financial resources, even if he was as rich as an enemy, he would not be able to operate for a long time.And Yizhuang itself is destined to have little profit, and even for a long time in the early stage, there will be continuous small losses.

That being the case, it has become the top priority to constantly absorb sponsorship from the outside world.

Zhong Yuan frowned, wondering: "Why have I never heard of it from you? What is it?"

"The specific regulations have not yet been determined." Although Lu Ci said it on a whim, but with his intelligence, after Zhong Yuan's careful questioning, he was able to round it up without changing his face: "But in my imagination, everything in the At the beginning of Yizhuang's establishment, those who contributed manpower or financial resources to make outstanding contributions should all be enshrined in the Yizhuang ancestral hall after their death, and accept the worship of the villagers from generation to generation..."

For ordinary wealthy businessmen and country gentry, it is easy to be rich for a while, but it is obviously difficult to leave a name for future generations.

For those who have a lot of wealth and desire for fame, if they only donate a little money, they can be included in the ritual records of Yizhuang, and the beneficiaries will worship for generations, which is obviously an attractive shortcut.

Of course, in order to attract enough philanthropists, the Yizhuang must first have a certain scale.

It's just that Zhong Yuan didn't realize the premise that Lu Ci cunningly concealed, and he didn't know at all that this system, which sounded very thorough, was completely made up by friends without careful consideration.

After thinking briefly for a while, he couldn't help but be moved.

... After all, even if a man is a man with little fame and fortune, who would not want to leave his name for future generations?

It's just that he has self-knowledge. He knew early on that he was not qualified to take the tribute exam, so he gave up readily.

Lu Ci couldn't see the heartbeat behind this little silence, and immediately added more firewood, and opened his mouth to coax: "Brother Zhong, if you want to, you might as well tell your team members after returning to the password. Right now, Yizhuang At the time of its establishment, everyone is needed to help collect firewood, but every penny is a precious thought..."

"Hmm..." Zhong Yuan was already shaken, and being bewitched by Lu Ci, he felt that the matter of persuading other team members to donate money and leave their names would be successful: "Is it true that no matter how much it is, it can be included in the list?"

Lu Ci sighed softly, and condemned sadly: "Not to mention that I have known Brother Zhong for many years, and now I am a respectable Jiedu envoy anyway, have I ever messed around with such important matters and told lies to deceive you? What? If there are donations in your team, not only can everyone’s name be included, but your team’s name can also be included in it.”

Anyone who is sure of entering can enter, of course it is not a lie.

But the order, the size of the names, have to be based on the amount and influence.

If the treatment is the same, how can we motivate those who have potential and are willing to make great contributions?

If there are too many people in the later stage, you can also consider switching to the method of rotating the title every year...

—Of course there is!

Zhong Yuan didn't know these tricks of Lu Huhu's heart and soul, and subconsciously wanted to refute, but when he raised his eyes and looked into those forbearing and sad eyes, he was instantly forgotten.

……Too.

What Yu Yu said would not benefit him at all, and even the one who donated the most money was Yu Yu himself.

It's really shameful that Yu Yu is so open and aboveboard after dissipating all his family's wealth.

"Okay." The more Zhong Yuan thought about it, the more he felt ashamed. He opened his mouth and subconsciously wanted to apologize, but he still couldn't save face, and finally had to forcefully say: "I'm leaving in a few days, and I have to think carefully on the way. How should I tell them..."

After talking nonsense, Zhong Yuan staggered his eyes and hurriedly left with one hand and one foot.

Unbeknownst to him, Lu Ci, who was left behind by him, watched him leave thoughtfully...

Slowly revealing a brilliant smile mixed with the success of the scheme, the success of the experiment, and the unbelievable ease of achievement.

——It turned out to be that simple.

While smiling, Lu Ci picked up his pen, preparing to write an article on the stone tablet in front of the soon-to-be-built Yizhuang, while being surprised that Zhong Yuanzhi had just been fooled.

Of course, compared to Zhong Yuan, who has only dealt with simple-minded players and Pi Ju who has no brains at all, those rich businessmen and rich Jia are not so easy to fool.

But Lu Ci is not worried: as long as he is a discerning person, he knows that this is a win-win situation where everyone gets what they want, so there should be no need to waste too much talk, at most it will take a little effort to bargain.

He silently thought about the rules of this matter, but there was no delay in his writing, only a pause at the beginning, and it was done in one stroke like flowing clouds and flowing water.

When Zhong Yuan came to pick it up in person and was about to find a craftsman to engrave it on the prepared stone tablet, he naturally read it first.

"...Mother once said that if a person has the joy of morality, his body can be outside the body, let alone his house? There are funerals in the countryside from time to time, and orphans don't marry. There is nothing to help them, and they can help them at any time. The benefits are limited..."

After reading it all the way in a gentle manner, Zhong Yuan felt that his tongue was about to cramp, and he couldn't help but wondered: "My mother... hasn't read any books?"

Why did he advance by leaps and bounds, and said these beautiful words that even he, who had passed the exam many years ago, might not be able to write now?

"Of course." Lu Ci said calmly: "I think my mother has said it, and my mother must have said it."

Zhong Yuan: "..."

After many years, he was still left speechless by his friend's righteous and shameless nonsense.

The author has something to say: Notes:

The worship system of the Pantheon originated from Quyizhuang, Mingzhou Township, which was established in the Southern Song Dynasty. For details, see "Knowing the Song Dynasty: The History of the Song Dynasty Written to My Daughter" p180-183