The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

Zhao Yunchu and a group of entourage left Tokyo and headed for Hebei West Road. Zhao Yunchu chose to ride a horse, but Yun Yanhui was not good at riding, so he sat on the shaft of the carriage.Xiaobao and Shuangyi also came. Xiaobao is sleeping in the carriage at the moment, and she doesn't feel too flustered. Shuangyi is dressed in men's clothes, and rides the horse as well, but she is closer to the carriage that Yunyan returns. Take the ground to chat with Yunyan.

Zhao Yunchu and the others rode official vehicles and horses. During the Northern Song Dynasty, the utilization rate of various horse-drawn carts, mule carts, and donkey carts was the highest, and very few people took sedan chairs, because the scholar-bureaucrats at this time thought it was a kind of "replacing people with people". Animal" behavior is extremely inhumane.

The imperial court will also provide officials with chariots and horses for official business. Higher-ranking officials even have special cars, and the salary will also include the cost of raising horses, which is equivalent to modern fuel subsidies.

People like Zhao Yunchu who are on business trips can also transfer horses at the post station with the post coupons issued by the Privy Council.

Zhao Yunchu watched Yunyan back secretly, and felt that Brother Yan's expression was very calm, not at all like someone who went out for the first time.

Shuangyi, on the other hand, asked a lot about the border.Among the accompanying people this time, there were old officials who had been at the border, and they explained some common sense to Shuangyi with a smile.

Shuangyi said with emotion: "I really want to arrive soon."

On the one hand, she couldn't wait to see the Ansu Army, and on the other hand, it was a torture to hurry.

"This condition is considered good." Yun Yan replied.

From Tokyo to Ansu Army, there are many plains between the two places. If you change to another place with many hills, you don’t know how many roads to detour and how many mountains to climb. This is the helplessness of living in ancient times.

At this time, the route was different from the modern ones. It took about [-] miles to get to the Ansu Army. If we kept changing horses along the way, we could arrive at the Ansu Army in about six or seven days.

In fact, Yun Yan knew that many people in later generations believed that Tokyo was broken by foreigners precisely because there were no natural dangers around it.It's just that at this time, it really made their travel a lot more convenient.

Not to mention that Yun Yanhui had already tried her best to make the trip as comfortable as possible, and brought the doctor Xiaobao with her. This is an era when the flu can kill people, and there are many bacteria outside, so I have to be careful.

Yun Yan went back to comfort Shuang Yi as if, seeing how boring all the people were, she began to think in her heart.

Because this was the first time Zhao Yunchu went out on business, so his parents took some steps, such as asking the officials to send more guards.Now at a glance, they all have indifferent faces, and the atmosphere is really dull.

"Let's do this... If you're on your way, you're still free, let me tell you a story." Yun Yan said, raising her voice.

But all Bianjing people, who has never been to Wazili, has heard the story of the talking artist.

At this moment, the little official of Kaifeng Mansion claimed to tell everyone a story, and they couldn't help but looked over curiously.

Shuang Yi was very happy, she really liked listening to Yun Yan Hui telling stories, especially when they were young, Yun Yan Hui would tell some interesting little stories in order to put Xiaobao to sleep.

Yun Yan replied: "Most people here don't know me, they only know that I am from Kaifeng Mansion. In fact, before I entered Kaifeng Mansion, I lived in Daxiangguo Temple, where I was a lay disciple of Zen Master Lian Ran."

After Yun Yanhui finished speaking the last sentence, all the people present burst into wild laughter.

"What's the matter? What did I say? Knowing that Zen master is really my master!" Yun Yan looked around blankly, but everyone laughed even harder.

There is no way, ever since Daxiangguo Temple had a system of lay monks, Yunyan added understanding to all the jokes in a flash. All the lay monks have always upheld this fine tradition, and in their stories , all the protagonists are called clear, even if they are not, they will appear as supporting roles or easter eggs.

After several years, now in the hearts of the people of Bianjing, it is clear that he is not only the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple, but also a popular stalk.

It is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, who were still doubting whether Yunyan could tell a story after all, but when they heard the two words, they all spouted out—isn’t this the most classic beginning of the monk’s story?There is a Zen master in our monastery!

Of course Yun Yanhui knew this, the sentence he added was just for show effect, after everyone laughed until their stomachs ached and their voices gradually started to laugh, he continued: "It seems that everyone knows him."

There was another knowing chuckle.

Yun Yan replied: "It is said that my master once crossed the river, and happened to be crossing with a woman. He accidentally glanced at her, and the woman became furious, saying that my master was a prostitute who peeped at good women. My master Who is it? He is highly respected. Although he has no ghosts in his heart, he still closed his eyes to avoid suspicion. This girl became even more angry and said, "It doesn't count if you peek at me, but you dare to miss me in your heart!"

Speaking of this, everyone laughed.

Yun Yan went back and said: "What should I do? My master had no choice but to turn his body on his side."

Everyone also thought, there is nothing to say now, right?

Yun Yan returned and imitated: "The girl said, yes, I've hit the mark, you feel ashamed to see me!"

Everyone immediately burst into laughter.

Xiaobao was woken up inside, and after listening to a few words, he muttered: "Brother Yan is very narrow, and he arranged for Master..."

Yun Yan returned to the sense of rhythm that he had soaked in the Washer, and he had a good grasp of it. The atmosphere was mobilized, and the people who were interested asked him to continue talking.So, Yun Yan went back and put the names of the jokes she still remembered, and told everyone.

I have to say that after such a scene, everyone's relationship has become much more harmonious, with smiles on their faces and high spirits.

Yun Yan looked back at this mental outlook and was very satisfied.

It's a pity that every gain has something to lose. Their carriage broke down on the way. Although there was a carriage repairer accompanying them, they were delayed for a while. As a result, it was dark and they still couldn't make it to the nearest post station.

At this time, it was not like modern times. There were street lights on the road at night, and it was pitch black everywhere, making it difficult to drive at all.We discussed it and saw that there was a temple in front of us, so we might as well spend the night there.

The size of this temple is neither big nor small, but there are also a few humble houses. Usually this kind of temple will undertake the accommodation business, so Yun Yan went back to knock on the door.

Not long after, a young monk came out to answer the door. Seeing so many of them, he was taken aback.

Yun Yanhui quickly explained that she was here to stay, but the monk looked very timid, Yun Yanhui knew that there were a lot of villains bullying people at this time, and besides, there were many tall and powerful people in their group, so it seemed that they were not easy to provoke Of course, this monk is afraid that he will cause trouble if he doesn't make money.

Even though he couldn't stop them alone, Yun Yanhui still comforted him very kindly, "Our official is from Dali Temple, and his rule is strict. If we stay tonight, we will never disturb the temple at all."

The monk looked at him timidly.

"You and I are half of our own people," Yunyan smiled back, revealing his identity, "I am a lay disciple of Zen Master Yaoran at Daxiangguo Temple in Tokyo."

As soon as he said that, a few people in the back couldn't help but burst out laughing—this time, Brother Yun is still in a cute mood.

The monk naturally didn't know what they were laughing at, and he said in a daze: "Really? Then we are of the same clan. Many years ago, our abbot sat down with Master Liaoran and Master Shanshui to listen to a lecture. Last year, we went to Tokyo I have borrowed the scriptures. I did hear the abbot joke about a vulgar brother surnamed Yun, who is now in Tianqing Temple, I wonder if it is your brother or brother?"

"My master has only two common disciples, and I am the only one surnamed Yun. I am an errand in Tianqingguan, Kaifeng Prefecture, and now I am transferred to the border with the official to handle errands." Yun Yanhui smiled slightly, "I want to come to the abbot to say It’s me, I didn’t expect there to be such a relationship.”

The two of them recounted their past history, and instantly relaxed a lot. Not to mention that the monks in the world belong to the same family, anyway, they have a relationship, and this monk has to call Yun Yan back as a senior brother.

"Senior brother, all officials, please come in, I will inform the abbot right now." The monk stepped aside embarrassedly and invited them in.

Yun Yan also turned back, ready to call everyone in, but when he turned around, he found that except for Zhao Yunchu, Shuangyi, and Xiaobao, everyone else was staring at him blankly, their exaggerated mouths grew.

Yun Yan raised her eyebrows back: "What's wrong?"

One of them raised his hand tremblingly, "Brother Yun, you, are you really a disciple of Zen Master Qingran?"

"Why, I told you the story of my tutor all afternoon, do you all think I'm bragging?" Yun Yan replied seriously.

Everyone: "..."

They all thought in their hearts, damn it, you have the nerve to say it?I don't even think about what stories you told!However, they did not believe that what Yunyan said was true from the very first sentence.

Yun Yan urged them to enter the door. The feet of these people were still fluttering, feeling a little bit refreshed.Thinking of the jokes that made people laugh before Yunyan returned, their faces were about to twitch.

Zhao Yunchu and the others didn't say anything, just silently watched Yunyan pretend to be aggressive.

Seeing that everyone was so suffocated that they were about to vomit blood, Yun Yan laughed back twice, and then said, "Just kidding with you, I spent some time with lay monks in the temple."

After Yunyan said this, everyone was relieved.

That makes sense!It turns out that it is really a joke!But thinking that it was said by this disciple of Zen Master Liao Ran, it is really very... touching.

After entering the temple, Yun Yan went back to meet with the abbot of the temple and talked about their friendship. Although the two of them had never met each other, it was a good thing to have nature as a bridge.

The host looked at them and said apologetically, "Staying overnight is naturally not a problem, but the Han Temple only has about ten rooms, so I'm afraid I'll neglect everyone..."

Yunyan glanced back at Zhao Yunchu.

Zhao Yunchu said indifferently: "It's okay, just squeeze and squeeze, it's better than sitting on the ground under the sky."

Yun Yan nodded back: "Exactly."