Yang Jin Enters Beijing

The restaurant is called "Zhuangyuandi", which is opened by Han people. It is said that the dishes sold in it are unique to Jiangnan, a water town in the Central Plains, and the famous chefs in Jiangnan are invited.The layout in the restaurant is also exquisite and comfortable, even the cushions on the chairs are made of Jiangnan silk.

The price here is naturally astonishingly expensive, not to mention poor, even these noble gentlemen are not ordinary enough to afford it.

Today it was full of people, both men and women, all dressed in festive costumes, extremely luxurious and honorable.They drank wine, listened to the Jiangnan Sizhu played by the luthier in the store, and occasionally looked at the bustling bustle outside.

But now they all stopped eating and drinking, and stood respectfully one by one, silent like a cicada.

Only a young man in a light yellow brocade robe in the middle seat was still sitting, but his expression was very serious, looking at two children kneeling on the ground, a boy and a girl.

There was silence all around, even the silk and bamboo were collected.

Click!It was the sweat dripping from the boy's face that dripped on the ground, woo!The girl wanted to cry with her mouth flattened, but she didn't dare to cry, and a low whimper sounded from her nose.

"Jeb." The man said, "You have been spoiled since you were a child. You only know that everyone praises you for being smart, so you really think you are so smart? But because of your status as a prince, those servants flatter you. You. Today, I asked you to take your sister to the streets to let you know the life of the people and understand the sufferings of the people. How about you? Playing your cleverness and showing off in the market, but in the end you were caught by a bad guy It made my face look ashamed."

"Father, I know I was wrong." Jeb bowed down on the ground.

It turns out that this young man is the current Zanpu of the Tubo Dynasty, that is, the king of Tubo - Songtsan Gonpo.This boy is Songtsan Gonpo's only son, Prince Songtsan Jebu.The little girl with him is the youngest daughter of Songtsan Gonpo, Princess Dolma.

"I don't blame my brother, it's that chaba who is too presumptuous..." Seeing her brother being scolded, the little girl whimpered and said, "How can a chaba use the same thing as me..."

"Shut up." Songtsan Gonpo became even angrier, pointing at Dolma and said, "You are already out of character. Didn't the gentleman from the Central Plains that your aunt hired for you teach you that a gentleman can only be kind to others?" Is it? You are a dignified princess, why should you be as knowledgeable as a pariah."

"Wow!" Dolma was still young, and after being scolded by her father, she couldn't help crying out.

"Ah, who made my sweetheart cry?" Following an inquiry, the store door opened, and a plump, graceful woman in a snow-white robe walked in with a smile.

"Sister." Seeing this person, Songtsan Gonpo stood up to greet him personally, "Didn't you say you want to hide away, why are you here again?"

"Once we go back to the Central Plains, it will be hard to be quiet, so let's join in the fun with you." It was Princess Baima who came back to visit her relatives in Tubo.At this time, the thunder dragon warriors who escorted her back have all gone back to the Central Plains. She stayed with her because her husband, Minister of Rites, Hong Liangchen, wanted to discuss some specific matters with Songtsan Gonpo on the exchange of markets between the two countries. down.

Baima sat down on the chair beside Songtsan Gonpo, pulled up little Dolma, and asked while wiping her tears, "What happened?"

Dolma told what happened just now. Although the child was young, it was inevitable that what he said was upside down. Fortunately, it was not too complicated. Baima understood it, and turned to Songtsan Gonpo: "This chaba is a bit strange. In particular, YouQi asked Jeb those two words, it makes sense when you think about it, who is he, can you find out?” At this moment, Yang Jin took Mei Duo and the others away, and the market outside returned to its original state. Business is noisy.

"Although he looks like a chaba, his clothes are very clean. He doesn't do rough work. He has money to use. His daughter can afford silk. He is not an ordinary chaba. He must be from one of your mansions, right?" Song Zangombu looked around at the people standing around him and asked.

Today is the festival, Songtsan Gonpo invited all the officials in his court to have a feast and celebrate here, which means that all the poor people in the family can be raised here.That's why he wasn't in a hurry to arrest people just now, since he couldn't run away anyway.

A man stood out from the crowd, bowed to Songtsan Gonpo, and said, "Zanpu, he belongs to the minister's family."

"Basang, it really is you. I thought just now that only your family can raise such lawless servants." Songtsan Gonpo said.

"Yes, yes, I will discipline you well when I go back." Basang repeatedly said yes.

"What's his name?" Baima asked.

"Yangjin." Basang replied respectfully.

"This name sounds familiar!" Songtsan Gonpo thought for a while, "Oh, it's the slave you told me about a few days ago who refused to hand over the money after being beaten half to death?"

"That's him." Basang replied.

"What's going on? Tell me about it too." Baima asked curiously as she watched the two of them play charades.

"Last month, a few young men in my yamen played tricks and called two local ruffians to rob Yang Jin on the day of payment. As a result, Yang Jin..." Basang explained the ins and outs of the incident.

After hearing this, Baima sighed: "If all the people in my Tubo can be like him, the Rongdi people will not be able to take away even a cow's hair, let alone cattle and sheep."

Songtsan Gonpo snorted, "It's all like him, what should we do? Chaba hasn't rebelled yet?"

He waved his hand and said, "That Yang Jin, give him twenty lashes."

He lowered his head and thought for a while, Songtsan Gonpo said again: "But what my sister said is not unreasonable. The men raised by my noble family in Tubo eat and drink, but they are not so pampered as men. Few of them can wear armor." It's a war. Maybe someone like this chaba can be of some use."

He turned his head to a tall and strong middle-aged man, and said, "Dongga, you can pick some good fighters from Chaba later, and form a single army, let's see how it works."

"I obey." General Dongga bowed to accept the order.

The matter passed like this, and then the sound of silk and bamboo continued, and the cups were exchanged. What happened today was just a small episode of the Tibetan nobles and officials at the Linka Festival.

It was indeed a small episode, and a few days later, this small episode was delivered to Lei Fengyu by Tianyu's spies.

"There is no difference between high and low for things that are not bought; for things that must be bought, the quantity and price are necessary." Lei Fengyu looked at the secret report and nodded repeatedly: "Tao is the foundation of the national economy and the people's livelihood! "

"How did Songtsan Gonpo reward this slave?" Gao Fengnian, who was listening at the side, asked.

"I rewarded him with twenty lashes, and beat him half to death." Lei Fengyu replied.

"Hmph, is there a country that can become rich and prosperous by fooling its people? To make a country strong, it is necessary to broaden the wisdom of the people and select talents." Gao Fengnian was filled with regret.

"That's why the Taifu said that his eyes are superior and his abilities are inferior." Lei Fengyu said, "If a talent like him is in his hands, he will lose his talent."

Lei Fengyu dropped the secret report in his hand, and said to Gao Fengnian: "It's been a long time since I went out for a drink."

"Well, let's go out for a drink together." It was rare for Lei Fengyu to be in this mood, and Gao Fengnian naturally accompanied him.