The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

Yang Lin led the people directly to the mountain gate, knocked on the gate, occupied various halls as temporary settlements, and set up porridge sheds to serve porridge.The great monks looked at the armored soldiers of the Long Live Camp, and dared not speak out.

The Yang family's car dealership and water transport once took over half of Bianhe's business, so they hoarded a lot of food, and this time they all took it out for emergency.

On the second day, the water potential weakened, and Yang Lin brought people to Daxiangguo Temple, which was already overcrowded.

There are a lot of refugees with disheveled faces and disheveled clothes, and they are queuing up in front of the porridge shed.

In the porridge shed to the east of the temple, a Tokyo local rogue, Xu Daobei, also lined up with a broken bowl.

When it was his turn, Xu Daobei snatched the spoon with a playful smile, stretched it in the pot a few times, and cursed: "Thief bird, it's full of soup, how can people eat it? It's better to go to Bianhe to eat this thing." Drink muddy water."

It was an old man who delivered the porridge, blowing his beard and staring angrily: "Go away if you don't want it, there are still a lot of people queuing up behind."

Xu Daobei was instigated by someone to come here to make trouble. Yang Lin's behavior of giving porridge has seriously affected Bianliang's food prices.

Naturally, there are some people who can't see it, and want to do some damage, or say it's nothing to do, these Tokyo street gangsters are the best candidates.

Xu Daobei rolled his eyes, simply stuck the spoon behind his back, lay down on the front, and said, "Tell me to go, but I won't go, unless you call me nice and give me another bowl of dry rice."

The people around said angrily: "Get out of here! You still have to eat if you don't want to eat the rest."

Xu Daobei stared and looked around ferociously, those common people didn't dare to say anything.

The noise alarmed Yang Lin who was next to him. He brought someone over to push the crowd away and asked, "What's going on?"

Chapter 1 Cursing is an Art

When the old man serving the porridge saw that the young master had arrived, he immediately had a backbone and ran over to complain.

Yang Lin wasn't particularly angry after hearing this, this kind of rogue is everywhere, and the toad hits the feet, it's just a bit disgusting.

"Hua Rong, go smash his head."

The burly man behind him touched his head, stepped forward and lifted Xu Daobei up like an eagle catching a chick, and threw it on the ground with all his strength, only to hear a "boom", Xu Daobei cried like he fell apart. .

Xu Daobei yelled, and before he could open his mouth to swear, he was lifted up and slipped away. A villain raised his iron fist and was about to hit him on the head. Xu Daobei was so frightened that his bones were broken. Well, if I hit him this time, my life will definitely be lost.

Yin Muhong said loudly: "Keep people under the punch!"

Hua Rong turned his head and saw that it wasn't Yang Lin who was shouting, he raised his arms and was about to continue pounding.

Yang Lin said: "Huh? Wait a minute, what are you talking about, why do you want to keep people?"

Hua Rong lifted Xu Daobei and threw it in front of Yang Lin. Yin Muhong looked at him and said with a smile: "Young Zai, you see that this man is still busy making troubles. He must have never experienced floods outside the city. If he is begging in the city, his body will The clothes don’t look the same, so they must be people from Kaifeng Mansion. People from Kaifeng Mansion come here not to make a living, except to be very boring, there is only one possibility, that is, they are ordered by others.”

After listening to him, Yang Lin nodded, and said to Lu Qian: "Take him back and interrogate him carefully. Hehe, I haven't figured out how to pick things up, but they can't help it, so save me now." It's a big deal."

After Xu Daobei was taken into custody, Yang Lin led the others to continue patrolling, with every foot in the mud, feeling very uncomfortable.

In the face of natural disasters, human power is so insignificant and humble, there are crying refugees everywhere, huddled in this muddy and wet place, trying to survive.

Yang Lin sighed and said, "We need to find a few doctors. Plague is very easy to occur after the flood. It is reasonable to bury and incinerate the corpses and make some wind-cold decoction for the survivors."

The Shangshu Zengbu, who had the right to know the affairs of the Kaifeng government in the distance, came in a hurry, followed by a large group of people.Seeing Yang Lin slap his head and face, Zeng Bu asked, "Yang Lin, I heard that you let refugees into the city and occupied Daxiangguo Temple for no reason. I don't know who gave you the power."

In the Northern Song Dynasty, the governor of Kaifeng was an extremely important position, often held by the prince.Positions under Shangshu and above Shilang are generally from the first-rank or second-rank official titles, and if they are held by "Chu Jun", they will be first-rank official titles.

The eldest son of Zhao Ji was only five years old, so the governor of Kaifeng at this time was Zhao Si. In fact, the prince who served as governor of Kaifeng was only in name and did not take care of the affairs.Zeng Bu was originally the prime minister, so of course he didn't take Yang Lin seriously.

In his view, Cai Jing was the flag that Han Zhongyan raised to deal with him, but it was out of control now.

Yang Lin said with a smile: "It turned out to be my husband's prime minister. I was ordered to control the water, and the government issued an order to the three divisions. Didn't your Kaifeng government receive it?"

Zeng Bu hated Cai Jing's party the most, and he didn't want to go out in such bad weather, but who knew that Zhiqing, the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple, a close friend, asked to come to his house.

Zeng Bu's family are all incense lovers, and they are also very devout on weekdays, so they had to come out in the rain, which added a little bit of anger.

"The government gave you the power to let you use public affairs for personal gain and occupy the monastery by force?"

Yang Lin laughed back angrily. These bird people hid at home to enjoy the blessings, and stepped on the mud outside to mend holes for the precarious imperial court. They also became righteous.

Fortunately, Yang Lin is a professional in dealing with them. He coughed lightly, put his hands behind his back, and said with a smile: "This official is a young minister, why should I explain to the officials below me how to do things?"

There are many former officials of Zeng Bu's disciples, and they all regard him as the leader of the horse. How can they stand being ridiculed by a young man like this.

The former prime minister, blowing his beard and staring, pointed at Yang Lin with his mouth open, speechless and out of breath.

The people around hurriedly supported him and said loudly: "Master Zeng calm down, Master Zeng calm down."

Yang Lin held his head high and smiled brightly, and said loudly: "Yesterday's yellow flower, even if you don't know it, you still want to show off your power. You think you will be three-pointed, but you don't know it, but you humiliate yourself. It's really pitiful. Who are you as an official?" , I am the number one scholar in the new discipline, you are just a Jinshi, and the light of the stars dares to compete with Haoyue. I became this young butcher when I was 17 years old, and I live in the temple and swear at Fang Qiu. , a fool who sits on a vegetarian diet can compare."

Zeng Bu's eyes were dark, the officialdom of the Song Dynasty was the most concerned about literati demeanor, how could there be such a person who taunts people in front of face, and the harsh words and intentions have exceeded the standards among officials.

No matter how unbearable the disciples behind him were, they rolled up their sleeves and were about to step forward to fight Yang Lin, but they were stopped by a few big men like iron gates.

Yang Lin folded his arms in front of his chest, and said with a smile: "Don't you hear that a gentleman uses his mouth but doesn't move his hands? A group of bird people really study poetry and books in vain, and they want to fight like those street thugs. It's not that I look down on you for quarreling, you can't do it, fight you It's even more waste snacks, if you know your senses, hurry up, or I will sue you in front of the officials and let you all be relegated to Qiongzhou. Hum a few birds, can you see your majesty? Can you say a word to your majesty in a year? What can you do with it? I don't know what it means to fight with an official."

A group of people were actually very afraid, and there were only a few who really dared to step forward. After hearing these words, they felt even more desperate.

He had long heard that Young Zai Yang Lin acted very wickedly, but he didn't expect that it would be unbearable for him to fall on his head. What was even more frightening was that he really went to Qiongzhou to file a complaint, and it was too late to cry.

Supporting Zeng Bu, who was already unconscious, the people of Kaifeng Mansion fled in embarrassment, and the people of Long Live Camp behind them laughed loudly.

Lu Wang worried: "Shao Zai, isn't it too much?"

Before Yang Lin could speak, Yin Muhong smiled lightly and said, "Zeng Bu and Grand Master Cai are deadly rivals. There is no reason for the rivalry between the government and the opposition. If Shao Zai shows weakness this time, not only will these people not restrain themselves, they will even make a big show of it."

"It's all trivial matters. The first trial of that rascal, tomorrow we will have a big fight."

Yin Muhong frowned, and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid of that scoundrel, he knows too little."

Yang Lin said with a smile: "How much he confesses does not depend on how much he knows, but depends on what we need. We will study what confessions we need first, and we will interrogate him at night."

Chapter 1 Ask Cai Jing in case of indecision

After the rain, the weather cleared up. Although the bustling and noisy streets of Bianliang hadn't fully recovered from the past, there were already cars and people coming and going, and the vitality gradually returned.

The only difference is that the grain shops that were open to welcome customers in the past usually closed collectively after negotiation.

The water level of the Bian River has risen, and no grain has been transported into the city for several days. Although the government has stocks, they are reserved for emergencies and are generally not used easily.Moreover, 60 forbidden troops have to be fed and drank. Once they are used but cannot be replenished, the consequences will be disastrous.

Kaifeng has a population of one million, and consumes countless rice grains every day, so grain and grass are transported from the local area to Kaifeng in an endless stream.

But today's Bianhe River cannot sail at all, so food cannot be transported in.

Yang Lin was soaked in the mud a few days ago, and his feet were a little uncomfortable. Now he can ride a horse.He rode along with the flow of people in the Long Live Camp, but he didn't pay attention to the surrounding scenery at all.

The Long Live Camp has arrested dozens of rogues one after another, and their mouths are tight enough. It seems that the forces behind them are not easy to mess with, so that these people would rather die than dare to speak out.