Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 379 Explode, Little Universe (Add more for JJM leader)

Yang Yuan and Han Qianchen finally selected thirty service soldiers and prepared to go to Banjing Hall.

The soldier with a miserable look on his face that Han Qianchen mentioned was naturally eliminated.

Just as they were about to set off, Yang Yuan said, "Wait a moment, I'll go get two horses."

Han Qianchen said awkwardly: "We... that... is not very convenient, right?"

The horses of the Privy Council are like the small carts in government agencies in later generations, and can only be equipped when one reaches a certain level.

In addition, they may be temporarily used only when performing certain special tasks.

After Yang Yuan became the head of the Chan House and was promoted to a seventh-rank official, he was qualified to use horses.

As for Han Qianchen, he had never ridden a Privy Council horse once.

Han Qianchen felt that Yang Yuan had now become a team leader of street cleaning chores, and there was no way the Privy Council would give him a job. Wouldn't he be embarrassed if he went there? So he was very worried about him.

Unexpectedly, when Yang Yuan arrived at the stable, he just greeted casually, and the stable manager asked his men to prepare a horse for him.

Yang Yuan said, "Old Qin, I'm riding a horse, and the Hanbu official is walking instead of riding a carriage? This is not appropriate."

Supervisor Qin looked at Han Qianchen's ge yellow robe and said awkwardly, "But...if officials below the seventh rank want to use horses, they must obtain special approval from the Miscellaneous Rooms Department..."

Yang Yuan smiled and said, "This horse is in your hands, Old Qin. Isn't it just a matter of a word from you?"

Manager Qin thought for a moment and said, "Well, since you asked, that's it."

Manager Qin asked someone to bring another horse, and Han Qianchen couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Yang Yuan greeted Manager Qin: "Thank you!"

The two of them led their horses and left. Han Qianchen smiled and said, "Captain Yang is very popular in our Privy Council."

Yang Yuan smiled and said, "Not really. This Manager Qin is the nephew of the doorman, Old Qin. I got to know the doorman, Old Qin, and then I knew that this Manager Qin of the stables was his nephew, and that's how I got to know him.

Yesterday I went to the East and West Kitchens and met a chef named He Yuzhu. He Yuzhu likes a young widow, who is actually the daughter of Manager Qin. Do you think this circle is small or not? "

Thirty men had already lined up outside the side door of the Privy Council. Yang Yuan and Han Qianchen went out and mounted their horses, then led the thirty men, who were carrying guns and swords, with their chests puffed out and their stomachs bulged out, and who at least looked quite impressive, towards the direction of Banjing Hall outside the city.

Yang Yuan said, "Old Han, before I met you today, I really didn't know that there are fortune tellers in our court. I am really ignorant. Do you have a lot of things to do?"

Han Qianchen said, "Hey, there's nothing to do all year round. If there really is a grand ceremony, the gentlemen in the courtyard can just flip through the imperial calendar to schedule it. They won't even think of me."

Han Qianchen paused and whispered, "Yang Wugong, I think the court may have forgotten that there is such a position for non-official officials, otherwise, it would have been cancelled long ago."

Yang Yuan couldn't help laughing and said, "Actually, this is pretty good. You don't have much to do on duty every day, and you still get your salary. How leisurely and comfortable it is."

Han Qianchen smiled bitterly and said, "Yang Wugong, you are comforting me. I have no ambitions and am content with the status quo. But I have my old brothers to compare with me. My wife doesn't like me and she always blames me. It's really hard to live like this."

Han Qianchen said with a sigh, "Yang Wugong, you don't know that my grandfather, although he was also a low-ranking official in the Privy Council, was good at fortune-telling, geomancy, and tomb robbing...

Ah! Tomb selection! Yes, tomb selection! He was good at everything, so he was very famous. At that time, my family was so prosperous. We had a large mansion with three entrances and three exits in Tokyo City, dozens of slaves and maids. Our ancestors were very rich.

Alas! In my generation, it is no longer possible, and my reputation is not so prominent. I often tell my grandchildren that my grandfather was very capable, and thanks to him, I at least enjoyed a peaceful life in the first half of my life.

You can't do it, because your grandfather is incapable. You have to rely on yourself and study the knowledge passed down by your ancestors. When you have learned and become famous, I, your grandfather, will follow you and enjoy the rest of my life in peace and contentment."

Yang Yuan praised: "Hanbuguan has great ambitions."

Han Qianchen laughed and said, "Yang Wugong, please stop making fun of me. My old brothers are doing better than each other. Xiao Qianyue, my old master, has always made a lot of money!"

When Yang Yuan heard this, his eyes widened.

Han Qianchen didn't notice the change in his expression and continued, "We are about the same age, and even our names were chosen by my father and his father. My name is Qianchen and his is Qianyue.

We also have an old brother named Wang Changsheng, who is also shaking. I heard that he recently took a job to build a temple in Japan. He said he wanted to help the Japanese improve the breed. Hey, their business has even gone abroad..."

"Hiss~~, Han Buguan, Xiao Qianyue, and Wang Changsheng are your old friends?"

"Why? Yang Wugong has heard of them? Our fathers were... friends. We grew up together. Unfortunately, after growing up, we each had our own destiny..."

Yang Yuan didn't say that he knew them, nor did he say that he didn't know them. He just said vaguely, "Oh, these two are indeed quite famous."

Han Qianchen said: "I am not bragging, in fact, the knowledge inherited from my family is also quite profound. For example, if I know the geography of a certain mountain or river, I only need to climb up to a high place to see whether the land is stable or whether there are often earth dragons turning over.

Under the ground, I can easily find out whether there is rock or underground river by picking up a piece of soil, and where is suitable for digging and where is not suitable for digging. Wang Changsheng has been urging me to follow him. He is an expert in earthwork above ground, and I am an expert in soil and rocks underground. But..."

Han Qianchen sighed and said, "My position of Keze official is basically hereditary, because no one competes with me. Even if they want to compete, they can't compete with a family like mine that is good at feng shui and divination.

Although it is not a high-ranking position, it is still an official position! As long as the Song Dynasty exists, our family can continue to inherit this official position. I really can’t make a choice...”

When Yang Yuan heard this, he couldn't help but think of the six-person rule, also known as the six degrees of separation theory.

The theory is that there are no more than five people between you and any stranger.

That is to say, you can get to know any stranger through a maximum of five people.

He and Han Qianchen seemed to confirm this statement. This circle is really small!

……

The team was moving forward when suddenly someone rang a gong to clear the way. Further ahead, there were a few strong men holding whips, aggressively driving passers-by out of the way.

Yang Yuan could see clearly while riding on his horse. He saw the soldier in front of him exchanging a few words with the big man holding the whip, and then he decisively moved to the side of the road.

Seeing this, Yang Yuan and Han Qianchen also consciously turned their horses to the side.

There are many high-ranking officials in the capital.

Xu Haisheng, the county magistrate of Jing County, never displayed a procession of honor when he went out. This was because he often ran into someone with a higher rank than him, and displaying a procession of honor would only bring humiliation upon himself.

Judging from the current situation, it seems that some high-ranking official is traveling.

However, with a big man holding a whip in front and a man in green clothes ringing a gong in the back, the scene seemed a bit too grand.

Then, some warriors with guns and swords appeared.

Perhaps because Yang Yuan had seen the sloppy look of those menial soldiers in the utility room and did not have high psychological expectations of them, when he first set out, he thought they walked quite properly.

But when they compared their teams, the difference was immediately apparent.

That murderous aura, that fierceness from inside out...

Then he looked at his thirty menial soldiers, who were nothing more than useless people.

Han Qianchen exclaimed in surprise: "Is it Prime Minister Qin's sedan chair?"

Yang Yuan looked carefully and saw that, sure enough, there was a luxurious sedan chair among the team.

The sedan chair was carried by sixteen people and was as big as a house. It was square and spacious, with exquisite workmanship and crisp lines.

The top of the sedan chair was high and neat, with horizontal banners hanging on the four sides. In front of the sedan chair there was a person holding a flag with only one word "Qin" on it.

Of course there is more than one Qin Hui with the surname Qin, but there is only one Qin written on the car, and there is no other indication, so it can only be the person with the highest status and the greatest fame among those with the surname Qin. Otherwise, you are asking for trouble.

Han Qianchen said: "Prime Minister Qin has been ill since the beginning of the year. Now... is he fully recovered?"

Yang Yuan thought for a moment and then understood.

After all, this little butterfly like me changed history unknowingly.

In the original history, no one helped Ugulun Yingge to kill Wanyan Quxing, no one wiped out Guoxin, and there was no "family letter" to be sent to the inner court.

Wanyan Jiumei, who had always been weak, would not have been stimulated to become stronger and take down so many of Qin Hui's followers in one go. Qin Hui would not have taken such a risk...

Now the historical trend is quietly changing. Qin Hui wants to change the "legal person" of the Song Dynasty, so he has to "recover from illness" in advance.

Otherwise, if something happened to the legal person at Xiangji Temple, it would be too tempting to imagine that Prime Minister Qin, who had been bedridden, suddenly became full of energy and ran back to the court to take charge of the situation.

At this time, the soldiers in front came to report: "Captain Yang, Deputy Captain Han, Prime Minister Qin is going to court. We should make way for a while. We can continue on our way after Prime Minister Qin's procession passes."

Yang Yuan thought for a moment and asked, "Isn't today the day for the court meeting?"

The soldier replied: "No, it's just that Prime Minister Qin has recovered from his illness and returned to the court, so the government specially convened a grand court meeting for him!"

"I see!"

At this time, the man with the whip had passed by, and the man who rang the gong came over. Seeing Yang Yuan and Han Qianchen sitting on their horses, he shouted with a sullen face: "Get off the horse, get off the horse, you don't know the rules, that person, get off the sedan chair!"

Civil officials got off their sedan chairs and military officials dismounted from their horses. Qin Hui, who had been the prime minister for 18 years, naturally had this authority.

Yang Yuan turned over and got off the horse. He and Han Qianchen stood in the crowd, holding the horses, and watched Sixteen carrying the sedan chair slowly approaching.

This was the second time that Yang Yuan and Qin Hui faced each other through the "door".

Of course, he had actually met Qin Hui, but he still didn't know that the minor official at the Guoxin Office who had a tooth knocked out by him was actually Qin Hui in disguise.

So, in his opinion, this was the second time he had close contact with Qin Hui.

The first time was when Yang Yuan was an idler delivering a message and he passed by Qin Hui’s residence.

Yang Yuan stood across the street, looking at the vermilion lacquered gate, thinking that there was a living Qin Hui living inside.

Although the two were very close to each other at that time, in Yang Yuan's heart, the distance between them was even greater than that between Qin Hui and him behind the keyboard in later generations.

This time, he still stood on the street, watching the large sedan chair carried by sixteen people, which was as big as a luxurious house, slowly passing in front of him.

But in Yang Yuan's heart, that "distant" feeling was no longer there.

Yang Yuan looked at the sedan chair and the big flag with the word "Qin" held high in front of it, as if he was looking at a blackboard newspaper.

The blackboard clearly reads: Better than the tall, rich and handsome, and better than the second generation of officials! Attitude determines everything, details determine success or failure! Only 47 days left to the college entrance examination! Explode, little universe!
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