I solved crimes in the Song Dynasty and strengthened the country [Seventh Five-Year]

This amnesia is not a kind of suffering for him, but a kind of base.

Everything in life is peaceful and beautiful, except for the daily morning court.

As the last secret treasure, "Shaohao's suicide note" only existed in his mind, and there was no way to hand it over to the court, so Jiang Lin did not reveal his identity to the other party for the time being.

After all, there is no benefit in letting the officials know the history of future generations in advance, and Jiang Lin has already planned to change the original history.

Given Jiang Lin's age and seniority, he basically had no chance of promotion in Dali Temple, but the officials still gave him several false titles and wanted to increase his salary, but Jiang Lin voluntarily refused.

He has the best land in Beijing, a steady stream of books and periodicals, and precious calligraphy and paintings left by the original owner, so he can't worry about livelihood issues at all. He also knows that the Song Dynasty has a lot of officials, and the huge court was almost dragged to death by the finances.

He wrote to Zhao Zhen: "I know that there is no shortage of food and clothing, and I don't want to occupy the excess salary. Please also ask your majesty to take it back. Use the money of the court for more meaningful things."

Zhao Zhen was very moved by this move, but it also aroused the provocation of those who cared: "Jiang Shaoqing's idea of ​​saving financial expenses like this is very good. Why don't we remove some of our other officials and titles to fill the treasury?"

Jiang Lin didn't want to be the one who got shot, so he immediately picked out the person who made the suggestion, shifting the focus of the conflict.

He is willing to hand over his salary alone, but he doesn't want morality to kidnap others like him.

Once things like money are given out, it is difficult to get them back. The problem of redundant officials in the Song Dynasty was serious, and there were so many people and forces involved. How could he stand up at will and be the target of the public criticism?

Besides, there have been problems of redundant officials in all dynasties. Why is it true that the money of the Song Dynasty is not enough when other dynasties can do well?There must always be another way to solve things.

He told Xiao Shitou about his high-spirited talk. Although the latter was smarter, he was only a half-grown boy. Hearing the words, he asked a little puzzled: "Is it better to keep these people who don't work for their salaries?" Is it?"

Jiang Lin said, "If we can grow more food and earn more money, wouldn't we be able to solve these problems?"

Put aside the contradictions of class power, let's solve the problem of productivity first.

Holding the blueprint, Jiang Lin went to Bai Yutang, and proposed to him the idea of ​​building a ship and going to sea.Bai Yutang's first response to him was "You really know how to trouble people", and the second was "It's strange, why did you think of the same place with that kid Shen Kuo".

Jiang Lin hadn't heard from Shen Kuo for a long time, and now that he heard about it, he realized that the other party also mentioned similar ideas in the letter he wrote to Bai Yutang.

Jiang Lin suddenly felt that he was a bit like the older generation struggling in the villages and towns, and felt that what he was doing was very meaningful.

Those air conditioners and WiFi used to be far away from him. Jiang Lin sometimes couldn't tell whether he was Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou, but those were no longer important to him. Now that he knew how things would develop, he Naturally, you have to use your own abilities to continue to live well in this world.

Mr. Fan's birthday is approaching, Jiang Lin brought Sima Guang and Wang Anshi (cleaned up) to visit together with a congratulatory gift.

Because he knew that the next year would be the legendary Qingli New Year.

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Outside Xiaoyuefang, where the Jiang Family Courtyard is located, is Dongshichang Street, where there is a constant stream of hawkers and pedestrians.

Yesterday was the beginning of spring, and the spring flowers were in full bloom. Many women picked flowers and lingered on the side of the road. Vendors also chose to decorate their stalls with fresh flower branches. The spring of the city.

When Jiang Lin and his party arrived on the long street, a rain of colorful flowers was attracted.

He looked up, and it turned out that a lady who was spreading flowers in the restaurant saw him coming out, she was so excited that she threw out the flower basket in her hand, and shouted: "Mr. Baishi is still so gorgeous today!"

Everyone, especially the girls who came back from picking flowers, saw that it was Jiang Lin, and took advantage of the chaos to throw objects on him. Apart from scattered flowers, the objects thrown were not lacking in rather hard melons and fruits.

I saw Jiang Lin lightly tapped his toes, leaped nimbly, and received the flower basket dropped by Sahuaniang.He circled around in the flower rain, put all the melons and fruits thrown by the crowd into the basket, and then landed firmly on the ground.

The onlookers clapped their hands and applauded him when they saw that he looked like snow.

Jiang Lin's hair was still flying, and he raised his head and smiled at the woman upstairs, "Thank you for the gift, lady." Then he bowed slightly to the people throwing objects as a thank you, stroked his sleeve lightly, and let the petals slide down the long white feathers.

Jiang Lin was born rich and fair, with a bright and flawless smile, which is most in line with the beauty of the times.

His eyebrows are drawn like a brush stroke, his long eyelashes stretch out like feathers, and his curled eyes are dotted with a pair of eyes like smoky crystals.There is still a soft white flower hanging in his hair, but he smiles unknowingly, a short crescent crescent lies under the gorgeous peach blossom eyes, making people want to get close to him very much.

Jiang Lin's bones are also impeccable, the details of the bridge of the nose are as straight as a chisel, and the overall figure is as tall as a pine.

Now he is wearing a white robe with feather sleeves, tied loosely by a belt inlaid with white jade and gold, partly in a bun, matched with his usual straight shoulders and windy figure, adding a touch of coquettishness, but not It was a disgrace, which aroused heated discussions among pedestrians.

"Today's Jiang Lang is really white, elegant and agile. With his slender neck and scarlet ornaments, he is really like the fairy crane in the legend."

"This hair bun actually complements the gentleman so handsomely, I think it will become a trend of imitation by all the sons in a few days."

"Young Master Baishi is really proud of the spring breeze, and after the promotion, he is more beautiful than his attire."

Jiang Lin had long been accustomed to the gazes and whispers of the crowd, waved the folding fan in his hand, and strode towards the end of the long street.

"The wind in Qionglin Yushu facing the river is about me, Jiang Baishi."