A powerful minister of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 16 Timely Rain Song Xuan

Song Xuan lived in the boarding school for three years in high school.

The school claims to have "militarized management" and imitates Hengshui.

It’s not too much accommodation for six people.

I remember that Song Xuan also emerged from the vast crowd of college entrance examination candidates.

Song Xuan thought for a moment and said slowly:

"As long as it's not a crowded bunk bed."

"Oh, that's it."

As an old senior, Fan Zhongyan gave Song Xuan a direct answer.

Song Xuan couldn't help but curl his lips.

After all, Yingtianfu Academy was praised by Emperor Zhenzong and also received funding. Is this the condition for running a school?

Even bunk beds are fine.

However, when he thought about their advocacy of working people to excess and starving them, Song Xuan didn't say much.

It seems that I have to find a shop near the school to solve the problem of accommodation and earn some pocket money.

"The academy has such arrangements. Of course, you should learn to communicate with your classmates, otherwise you will suffer losses if you just study hard.

Song Shou explained to Zhang Fangping.

There are quite a few people who passed the imperial examination and became Jinshi. Of course, there are also people who only know how to study and take exams, and have no idea about the ways of the world or how to do their job as an official.

Many exams can only screen out those who are good at taking exams. As for whether they can get things done, that is another matter.

"If you don't get enough rest at night, you won't have the energy to study during the day, especially since some students tend to grind their teeth and snore when they sleep, which makes it difficult for the rest of us to sleep well."

Song Xuan still has a very deep impression of the collective life over the years.

Because sometimes it's too torturous.

After hearing this, Fan Zhongyan was embarrassed. He had indeed experienced what Song Xuan said.

However, Yan Shu and Song Shou did not have much problem with accommodation. Are there really so many people who sleep with their eyes wide open, grinding their teeth and snoring?
Song Xuan ignored them and didn't understand why the three of them came to his shop today.

Fan Zhongyan understood Song Xuan's thoughts very well, so he smiled:

"Twelfth brother, there's no need to be so alert. We're just here for a stroll.

I happened to hear that your shop wasn't doing well and you were planning to sell it, so I decided to come take a look."

"I see."

Song Xuan asked them to sit down and stop standing.

"This chair is so comfortable. Did you design it?"

Yan Shu was lying on a recliner. He had never seen this kind of chair before.

"Mr. Yan, this is called a reclining chair. It can rock and roll, making it suitable for cooling off in the summer."

Song Xuan didn't hide it. There was only a recliner in the room.

"It's so comfortable."

Yan Shu himself began to shake:

"Twelve Brother, if you can sell this, you might be able to make a killing. I've never seen such a comfortable chair in Tokyo."

"Oh?"

Song Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect that there was still a chance to make money from the recliner.

He thought this thing was already popular.

However, Yan Shu's words also served as a reminder for me to make some money before the product was promoted.

Anyway, there is no technical content in making a recliner, so it can definitely be imitated.

Seeing that Song Xuan had no intention of continuing the conversation, Yan Shu didn't say much.

He didn't know how much money Song Xuan could afford, but he knew clearly that studying was a costly thing.

"Twelve Lang, Twelve Lang."

A beggar ran in from downstairs, holding two wrapped pieces of paper in his hands. He stood at the door but did not enter the house:

"This month's Tokyo City Gazette and tabloids have arrived."

"it is good."

Song Xuan responded and still skillfully paid nine copper coins for the errand fee:
"Xiao Qu, go downstairs and have a rest and have a glass of cold soup. We'll have dinner together tonight." "Yeah."

Xiaoqu took the copper coin with a smile.

"Wait." Song Xuan took another pear from the table and threw it to him:

"After running all the way, don't rush to drink cold milk, it will easily explode your lungs. Eat a pear to quench your thirst first."

"Thank you, Twelve Lang."

Xiaoqu rubbed the pear on his chest and went down to rest.

Yan Shu was very surprised.

Song Xuan could communicate calmly whether he was talking to the literati or beggars.

He neither flatters his superiors nor acts arrogantly towards his subordinates.

Moreover, Yan Shu heard from people on the street that Song Twelve's name was very popular in this street.

Many people are willing to ask him to settle their disputes, and he is more trustworthy than the government.

The key point is that this boy is very young. Yan Shu just heard that Song Xuan took people to discuss the cleaning fee issue with the Beggar Gang.

Song Xuan said that Lema Town’s timely rain was no less than a relief.

These are reputations accumulated over the years, and they are definitely not something Song Xuan gained by himself or by deliberately spending money to get them.

Although they had only met twice, Yan Shu was certain that Song Xuan was definitely not that kind of person.

Song Xuan didn't hide from others and just opened it to take a look.

There were newspapers in the Northern Song Dynasty, and they had quite complete functions.

It mainly publishes information about "court affairs, orders, rewards and punishments, imperial edicts, memorials, farewells, thanksgivings, appointments and removals, and notes" and other information related to "promotions, demotions, rewards for merits and crimes, and encouragement for officials throughout the world."

That is, the emperor's edicts, decrees and bulletins issued by the court, military wars, floods, droughts and locust plagues, promotions and demotions of officials, memorials from ministers and information on the death of officials above a certain level.

Song Xuan took a look and saw that everything was still going on peacefully and prosperously. He also took the opportunity to praise the current Empress Dowager Liu.

For example, the reign title was Tiansheng. Why was it called Tiansheng? Because "tian" (heaven) can be divided into two people, and it was prepared for Liu E.

"Prime Minister Yan was demoted to the central government, and this has also been reported."

Song Xuan handed the court's report to Zhang Fangping to read so that he could gain more knowledge.

In fact, this can also be regarded as a version of the saying that a scholar knows everything about the world without leaving home.

Many illiterate people would not bother to read the court bulletins.

This also gave rise to a business, which was copying official gazettes.

Then sell it to those who need it.

Song Xuan opened the tabloid again, and this was gossip.

As long as it is hearsay or some so-called insider information.

Tabloids are often more timely than official gazettes, and their content is very exciting, making them very popular among the public.

For example, someone in the prime minister's family had a fight with a neighbor, or the neighbor's concubine had an affair.

In Yu Lin Ling, written by the great talent Liu Sanbian, the prostitute holding hands and looking at each other with tears in her eyes suddenly became worth a lot!
It is really hard to get a hit!

After all, everyone wants to be a fellow traveler with Liu Sanbian. The soul and body have to be in harmony to such an extent that they are reluctant to say goodbye.

Anyway, just write it down as you like.

Authenticity not guaranteed.

It leaves a lot of room for people's imagination, so it has a large audience.

After all, many people like vulgar things deep down.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Tokyo is truly dazzling with its wealth!"

Song Xuan put the small flower newspaper on the table. Yan Shu picked it up quickly and looked at it carefully. The more he looked, the more he frowned.

This kind of thing.

How come he has never seen it before!

A student in a small town far away knew about it earlier than him, and it seemed that this was not the first time he had received such a tabloid.

"Why have I never seen him in Tokyo? Could it be that Twelfth Brother has been deceived?"

(End of this chapter)