The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

The official system in the Northern Song Dynasty was relatively complicated, and the common people didn't know much about the key points, and Yun Yanhui had no way of knowing it. Fortunately, although Zhao Yunchu was young, he knew a lot through his ears and eyes.

At this time, being an official is divided into official, post, and dispatch. Official is a false title representing the rank, which determines the salary.

Using Zheng Ping’s elder brother Zheng Yun as an example, his Hanlin Bachelor is his job title, and the Zhishen Guan Yuan is a dispatch, which is an actual job. Such jobs are preceded by words such as "zhi", "tong" and "promoting". , For example, magistrate, county magistrate, the big boss Fu Yin of Kaifeng Prefecture, his job is to know Kaifeng Prefecture, which means presiding.

Therefore, Zheng Yun has both functions and powers, and he is doing well, not to mention his errand, the prefect of the official court, is in charge of inspecting and promoting middle and lower Beijing officials.

After Yun Yan got to know it clearly, she admired Zheng Ping even more. She was able to give up such an excellent family condition and choose someone who truly loves each other.It's a pity that Yun Dalang is dead, which brings a bit of tragedy to their love.

But Yun Yan Hui believes that even though love is tragic, life cannot be tragic.

This thought turned in the bottom of my heart a few times, and Yun Yan slapped the table back, gaining more motivation.

Zhao Yunchu was startled by his sudden appearance, "Brother Yan, what's wrong with you? If you really hate this Zheng Ling so much... I'll ask Brother Di to beat him up. Brother Di's legs are not healed yet. No one dared to touch him on the street."

If it weren't for young ladies or entertainers, women's boudoir names would not be publicized at will. Naturally, Zhao Yunchu didn't know Zheng Ping's name, otherwise he would have guessed it long ago.

"It's okay, haha, no need." Yun Yan recalled Zhao Yundi who was in Pengci, and laughed a few times, "You really know how to cheat."

"Brother Yan, you are so kind, let him go." This Zhao Yunchu had pitiful and sympathetic thoughts towards Zheng Ling. dire situation.

"Thank you, you still help me to inquire." Yun Yan replied, "I owe you a favor."

"I still don't want it anymore. My mother said that favors are the most expensive." Zhao Yunchu held his face and said, "Brother Yan, please tell me a passage of scriptures, you will definitely do it, right?"

Zhao Yunchu was obsessed with Buddhism, and Yun Yanhui brutally rejected all his previous attempts to discuss Buddhism with Yun Yanhui.He only thought that Yunyan was doing logistics for lay monks, and maybe he had also been swayed by some performance methods of talking about Buddhist scriptures.As everyone knows, it is Yun Yanhui who is training those lay monks.

Yun Yan listened back and smiled a little: "I don't know how to tell, but I can recite a paragraph for you."

The book was written by him, and it is certainly possible to retell it roughly, but it is really not as good as those ordinary monks who train every day, but Zhao Yunchu's requirements are not high.

After a paragraph, Zhao Yunchu slapped his hands vigorously, "Okay!"

Looking at Zhao Yunchu, who was so easily satisfied, Yun Yan touched his head, "I'm still a prince, why are you so silly and sweet."

Zhao Yunchu: "What does silly white sweet mean?"

Yun Yan replied: "It's just silly, white and sweet."

Zhao Yunchu wondered, "Am I white? I don't seem to be as white as Brother Yan."

Yun Yan sighed back: "Sure enough, it's silly and sweet, it's the most silly and sweet in Tokyo."

Zhao Yunchu was awarded the title of Tokyo's No. [-] Silly Baitian, and he was quite satisfied. After returning happily, he said to the princess: "Mother, Brother Yan said today that I am Tokyo's No. [-] Silly Baitian."

The princess felt a pain in her heart, alas, after giving birth to so many sons, why do all of them have obvious defects?

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Ever since Zheng Ling came to the house once, Zheng Ping couldn't forget to talk about him, and when cooking dishes, she would say: "This brother Ling should like it."

Seeing such a scene, Xiao Bao hugged Yun Yanhui's arm jealously, "Brother Yan, will Aunt really know how to adopt Xiao Ya Nei?"

Shuangyi also sighed, "Brother Yan, you are not unhappy at all, Xiao Ya Nei is even more favored than us."

Thinking back to Zheng Ling, Yun Yan said with a little pity: "The younger generation is always favored."

Xiaobao: "I'm the youngest, right?"

Shuangyi and Xiaobao didn't understand his deep meaning, Zheng Ping's affection was not an aunt's love, it was clearly an aunt who loved her grandson, how could he, as a cousin, have the nerve to argue with his nephew?

There are also Shuangyi and Xiaobao, who can be regarded as cousins ​​and uncles. What are they unhappy about? If Zheng Ling finds out about this and his face is not green anymore, he should be the most unhappy.

Zheng Ping didn't know that Yun Yan had already found out the origin of the Zheng family. Seeing that it was the day of rest in the academy, Zheng Ping made some salty and sweet snails with butter, and even made a pair of socks called Yun Yan. Go back and give it to Zheng Ling.

The snails soaked in butter also made it taste salty, and only Zheng Ling could figure it out, and Zheng Ping really made it for him.

When Yunyan came back, she took food and clothing, and went to the academy to guard Zheng Ling.

Not long after, among a group of scholars, I saw Zheng Ling coming out with two students shoulder to shoulder, with a playful smile on their faces, and I don't know where they had made an appointment to play.The wound on Zheng Ling's head is almost healed, the gauze has been removed, and there are still some scabs on his forehead.

Yun Yan yelled back, "Zheng Ling!"

Zheng Ling glanced over, his eyes lit up, "Brother Yan."

His two classmates saw it, hey, they look quite similar to Brother Ling, "Is your brother? He's quite cute."

Zheng Ling said reservedly: "Yes, alas, I won't go to drink today, my brother must have asked me to accompany him."

After all, Zheng Ling ignored their yelling, and walked towards Yunyan's back.

"I brought you butter-soaked snails, and my mother made a pair of socks. You can see if they fit later." Yun Yan shoved the basket back into his hand.

Zheng Ling said sweetly, "I'll go to your house."

Yun Yan wondered back, "Don't you need to go home?"

"I'll just send someone to say that I'm living in the academy. My father can't wait for me to stay in the academy all the time." Zheng Ling twisted a snail soaked in butter, "Oh, it's really salty and sweet. The taste is not greasy at all, it is delicious!"

Zheng Ling was eating while watching Yunyan go back. He was refuted by his father that day, saying that he didn't have an aunt at all, but Zheng Ling could see it. He felt that it was just that the family didn't want to admit it, and judging by his aunt's attitude, she herself Those who are not willing, presumably there is a great contradiction between the two sides and the ice cannot be melted.

But Zheng Ling himself is still very willing to be with his aunt, and his aunt also likes him, so he is determined to keep in touch with himself.

Zheng Lingfei went back with Yunyan back, Zheng Ping didn't expect it, seeing Yunyan send something back and took everyone back directly, she was both surprised and happy.

Zheng Ling said very sweetly that she missed Zheng Ping, and said that she would stay here for another night.

There is no reason why Zheng Ping should not, she immediately said that she went out to buy more vegetables and came back. Last time Zheng Ling came and went in a hurry and was injured, so she didn't like to eat too troublesome dishes. This time she decided to kill a chicken and cook rice wine stewed chicken .

Shuangyi took Xiaobao to catch chickens, and waited for Zheng Ping to come back to do it.

Yunyan wanted to go back at first, but was held back by Zheng Ling, insisting on caring about him.Shuangyi is too scary, and Xiaobao is too young to be familiar with, so I can only catch Yunyan and go back.

"Why are Shuangyi and Xiaobao surnamed Zheng, aren't they the same father as you?" Zheng Ling asked.

Not only is she not a father, she is not even a mother, Yun Yan nodded indiscriminately.

Zheng Ling asked again: "Have you read the book?"

"No." Yunyan replied, "I've read it for a while, but if I don't like it, I won't continue."

Zheng Ling, a frequent truant, had the nerve to educate Yun Yan back, "Da Song Chongwen, if you want to get ahead, you have to study." Seeing Yun Yan's disdain, he boasted, "I was also After studying hard, do you think I really only know how to skip classes and fight? Actually, I am familiar with scriptures and poems!"

This is of course not the case, but since Zheng Ling knew that Yun Yanhui hadn't read long, he confidently boasted, not afraid that the cowhide would be torn.

Yun Yan replied disdainfully: "Familiar with the scriptures? Familiar with the scriptures is almost the same!"

Because he is a relative and nephew, it's not that he didn't inquire about Zheng Ling in the washhouse, he's a regular visitor!Not to mention that the first time they met was at a temple fair.

Zheng Ling's cheeks flushed, and he thought that he was the elder brother, how could he lose face again and again, and how could he establish a glorious image?

Zheng Ling insisted: "Brother, I was originally. Do you know what a child prodigy is? You are talking about me, brother. Don't be misled. The first two times you meet is not the real me. Brother Yan, reading is actually not difficult. , if you want, I can come out and teach you to read every time I rest in the future."

"Don't talk to each other, and teach me to read?" Yun Yan looked at him with pity, "If you want to discuss the issue of reading with me so much, then how about this, first answer me a question about poetry, if you answer If you don’t come out, just learn from yourself.”

Zheng Ling thought in his heart, Brother Yan still doesn't recognize his brother, it seems that he has to show his hands, "What question, you ask."

Yun Yan replied: "Have you read Yuefu poems?"

Zheng Ling nodded: "I have read it—is this the problem?"

"Of course not." Yun Yan glanced back at him, always feeling that Zheng Ling's cutest appearance was still at a disadvantage, so he could bear to embarrass this nephew, "In this case, you must know "The Peacock Flies to the Southeast", I asked You, why did the peacock fly southeast?"

Zheng Ling was stunned, and picked out his ears, "What? Why do peacocks fly southeast? What the hell kind of problem is this!"

"The Peacock Flies to the Southeast" is a long narrative poem, in which the first two lines "The peacock flies to the southeast, wandering five miles and one" is just a kind of imagery to draw out the content behind.But in terms of practical significance, how could Zheng Ling know why the peacock flew southeast.

The author is going to write about flying to the southeast, maybe it's just for the sake of the mouth, and it has no practical meaning at all!

Ah, there is a sentence in the back that hangs on the southeast branch, southeast, so what is there in the southeast? !The author can't be tested, otherwise you can guess from the author's life...

Zheng Ling was about to faint.

In the end, he could only blush and admit in embarrassment: "I don't know."

"So you should take care of your studies~" Yun Yan patted his face back.

This question is a well-known question and answer in modern times. In fact, it is a bit of a brain teaser, but Zheng Ling doesn't know the answer, so he has to take a slant and associate it with the poem itself. No matter how he thinks, it is wrong.

Zheng Ling didn't dare to persuade Yunyan to go back to school, and tried on the socks honestly.

The next day, Zheng Ling returned to the academy, and when he met his master who was teaching him in the academy, by accident, he stopped the master and asked, "Sir, tell me, why does the peacock fly southeast in "The Peacock Flies Southeast? "

The master was furious, and rolled up the book in his hand and smashed it at Zheng Ling, "Damn it, if I tell you to read, you will play tricks, and now you dare to get Mr.'s idea!"

Zheng Ling ran away with his head in his arms, feeling aggrieved in his heart.I thought to myself that I felt ashamed at Brother Yan's house yesterday, and didn't even ask the correct answer. Now even my master thinks he is playing tricks on others, so Brother Yan is actually playing tricks on him, right?This kid is so cunning!

Zheng Ling thought about it, wrote a note and asked the peddler outside the academy to bring it back to Yun Yan, and asked him to explain why the peacock flew southeast.

After half a day, the reply came.This is the first time Zheng Ling read Yun Yanhui's handwriting, and he was surprised that Brother Yan claimed that he hadn't studied for a long time, but the handwriting was extremely beautiful, not at all like a child of his age, Zheng Ling would feel ashamed .

And the content of that word is: The peacock flies southeast, only because there are tall buildings in the northwest.

"...I'm X!" Zheng Ling couldn't help cursing, why didn't he think of going up here?Brother Yan really didn't play tricks on him. In the nineteenth ancient poem, there are tall buildings in the northwest, and the top is as high as the floating clouds. This damn sentence is not an uncommon sentence!

This is just a question in the head, Zheng Ling is really ashamed because of Brother Yan's handwriting, the handwriting is like a person, and you can tell how much effort Brother Yan has put in by reading the words.Brother Yan said that he doesn't like reading, but he is much more serious than him.

Not long after, the careless Zheng Ling thought again, since Brother Yan wasn't playing tricks on him, then he was beaten a few times by his master for nothing.So Pidianpidian went to his master again and told him that the question he asked last time had already been answered. The reason why peacocks don't fly southeast is because there are tall buildings in the northwest.

But the master scolded him again after hearing the answer, "I don't know how to learn! I don't know how to respect the teacher! I know how to be clever! At first I still wanted to play tricks on my husband, right? Are you still not reconciled? I like it so much, Then go and copy "The Peacock Flies to the Southeast" five hundred times!"

Zheng Ling was dumbfounded, and howled for a while: "Brother Yan missed me!!"