My years in the Northern Song Dynasty Guozijian

After bidding farewell to Liu Yong, Ye An rushed back to the Guozijian overnight. At this time, most of the students who kept the contract had returned to school and were sitting around in the hall, wondering what to do.

"Xiao Jingjing, are you bragging! Why didn't you figure it out for a long time?" A young man complained, and the people around him also echoed.

"What are you doing?" Ye An squeezed in and asked curiously.

When everyone saw him as if they had seen a savior, they immediately stepped forward and surrounded him, yelling in unison.

Ye An's head was as big as a bucket, and in the end Fan Chunren stepped forward to rescue him, and then told him what happened.

After hearing this, Ye An's head was full of black lines: "So...you guys have been lighting a fire here for a long time."

"Brother An, save me!" Xiao Jingjing's face was as dirty as a cat's, black ash was rubbed on her dies, and she cried to Ye An for help.

The appointee sighed, although he knew that these young and old men had no common sense in life, but he never thought that they would not even know how to start a fire.Ye An squatted down, opened the lid of the stove, and then was slightly stunned: "Why...is there still dry wood?"

At this time, it was the early period of the Northern Song Dynasty, and what the common people burned were firewood, reeds, or various grasses and straws.In northern cities, wood is mainly burned, but most of the yamen are more particular about burning processed wood, that is, charcoal.People like Xiao Jingjing have never seen someone burn firewood directly in their entire life, so it is no wonder that they are at a loss what to do.

"Hey, it's not because there's not enough charcoal. I told you about the wine. In order to save money, each fasting house will have a ration of charcoal every day. Zhao Zongshu secretly bought this firewood from outside." Fan Chunren explained.

It turns out that since the Tang Dynasty, with the increase of the population in the Central Plains, the forests have become less and less, and the supply of firewood has gradually been insufficient.In the Song Dynasty, the capital was Bianliang, and the problem of firewood shortage not only did not ease, but became more serious.First of all, Bianliang has a larger population than Chang'an, and secondly, Chang'an is close to the Qinling Mountains, surrounded by many trees, while Kaifeng is on the Great Plains, surrounded by very few forests.

Zhongmou County, where Ye An is located, is backed by Hutou Mountain, so at least there is no need to worry about firewood.But after moving to Bianliang, I found out that each scale of charcoal sold for more than 200 Wen, which was more than enough to pay for the family's meals for a few days.

"A few days ago, my father went to the government to send charcoal to the government. The imperial court provided 40 scales of charcoal to the poor at half price. The common people rushed forward to grab the charcoal. Many people were trampled to death, and some of them threw themselves into the river without getting the charcoal. He hanged himself." Fan Chunren had a sad face, and because of this incident, his father didn't eat dinner for several days.

Ye An also felt very uncomfortable. On the surface, the Great Song Dynasty was prosperous and prosperous, but in fact, even in Bianliang, there were many people with poor clothing and food.Although the country has thought of some measures, the fuel demand of a super city cannot be solved by just relying on the government to provide some cheap firewood.He thought for a while and asked, "Now that the workshops have started to use charcoal, can't we also burn it at home?"

Fan Chunren smiled wryly: "Do you think it is more laborious for ordinary people to go up the mountain to cut firewood or dig coal underground?"

Ye An remained silent, lit the fire and returned to the room. As a modern person, he couldn't imagine what it would be like to not be able to burn firewood in winter.When he just crossed over, Ye An still felt that this was just a book, so let's just goof around.Later, because of the fetters of my grandmother, I planned to work hard to make money and live a better life.But now... His gaze gradually became firmer, and he had a bigger goal.

Ye Xiaoan was ambitious and was about to gear up for a fight, but reality taught him how to be a man the next day.

"Why? I just want to print books. Can't the students of the Imperial College print them here?" Ye An's eyes widened in disbelief.

Opposite him was a short man with a mustache, and his tone was stylized and polite: "It used to be so stipulated, but now that Wang Jijiu has been rectified, our Guozijian Book Printing Department will have a ration every day from now on. , if there is more, you will have to pay for it yourself."

That's right, Ye An's purpose of this trip is to print Liu Yong's poetry anthology into a book for the appreciation of the world.One is to lament the ups and downs of his half life, this white-clothed gentleman is full of talent, it would be a pity if his words are only passed down in the brothel Chu Pavilion; secondly, Ye An himself comes from later generations, knowing that after thousands of years, his words have been lost There are many, and doing this by myself can be regarded as protecting cultural heritage.

"If that's the case, then I'll pay you to print it." Ye An thought for a while, it's not easy for everyone, he should be responsible for the expenses.

The man reported a very impressive amount neatly, and Ye An immediately took out his wallet without blinking his eyes.The other party looked at the shining silver and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Oh, if that's the case, I'll go to print it next time. You can rest assured and wait."

Without thinking too much, Ye An went back to prepare his homework. He was busy with various chores these days, and it had been a long time since he had used "click reading**" to endorse.If the next month's exam is the bottom one again, Wang Da Da will probably diss himself.

However, until the end of the exam, the person who printed the book did not come to him. Ye An was a little anxious, so he went to ask again.The receptionist was still the mustache, still in the same respectful manner, and handed the printed book to him before he opened his mouth.

Satisfied, he flipped through the collection of poems in his hand, and Ye An lamented that it is indeed an official website, and the typesetting on paper is different from other places.Then I asked expectantly: "How many copies have you printed now?" There must be a hundred and eighty copies anyway.

The character mustache looked helpless: "If you go back to your husband, there is only this one."

"Ah?" Ye An was stunned, and hurriedly asked why.

"Hey, it's not the same as before. Every book must have an approval from the imperial court. If not, we can't start working. Look..."

Ye An held back his anger, why didn't he say this earlier, ignored the other party's apology, and went back to figure out a solution by himself.In fact, folks can also print books, but he chose Guozijian, firstly because of the quality, and secondly because Jianben has its own official sales channels, which spread widely, and there are even some people who specialize in collecting them.

In the end, Ye An obtained the printing permission through various channels.So he came to the door for the third time to look for the mustache.

Ba Zihu slowly and carefully checked the approval slip, and after confirming that it was true, he reluctantly expressed that he could give Ye An a seal.

Finally, the torment was over, and Ye An asked wearily, "When will the first batch of books come out?"

"Seven or eight years from now."

"How long?" Ye An couldn't believe his ears.

The horrified Hupi smiled and said: "Don't be too slow, our department not only prints the handwritten letters of officials and friends, but also prints all kinds of scientific examination books. It's good to take time to take care of you, but what? ..."

Ye An didn't say a word, if he didn't understand that he was being tricked, he would have spent all these years in vain.

The character mustache then said triumphantly: "If you can continue to add some money, I should be able to find a way to do it up and down to let you add more money. For some time in the morning, as for how long it will take, it depends on how much money you have."

Hehe, I believe you.

"By the way, I haven't told you anything yet. Now that this is registered in the Imperial College, it will be the prison copy from now on. It is against the law for private printing of the prison copy." Bazihu ​​added, meaning that Qian Ye You have to pay for security, and you have to pay if you don’t.Immediately, he praised himself in his heart for being wise, with a pair of rich eyes.At that time, when I saw this son's words and deeds, I didn't think he was from a noble family. After a little inquiring, it turned out that he just opened a shop in Beijing and made some money.It was determined that it was the Imperial Academy who had been recruited. In their eyes, this kind of person was like a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

However, contrary to his expectations, the kid on the opposite side did not lose his temper, nor did he compromise.Instead, he stared at him coldly for a moment, then turned and left without saying a word.

It doesn't matter if Ba Zihu secretly cursed and made a fool of himself, and forcibly ignored the uneasiness in his heart. Anyway, they all eat the emperor's food, so they are not afraid at all.

Back at the Zhai, Ye An took out a pen and paper, and wrote a letter while thinking.After the inspection, hand it over to Fan Chunren.

"What is this?" Fan Chunren asked curiously.

"Please give this to your father, and ask Mr. Fan to pass it to the officials privately for me." On the surface, Ye An was calm, but in fact he yelled madly in his heart: I will let you bully me!There is someone above me! !

……

Zhang Mao stood at the gate of Donghua, not squinting at the people passing by, and did not smile until two figures approached in the distance.He took two steps forward, winked at Xiao Huangmen, who was in charge of leading people, and then backed away.

"Lang Jun is finally here, the official family is waiting for you this day." Zhang Mao bowed to the young man in front of him and said courteously.

Ye An hurriedly turned sideways: "You must not be a nobleman, I can't bear this gift from you." It's not that he is modest, Zhang Mao has an official position, and the official of Xitou is eighth rank anyway, and he is already a white man , how kind.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Mao shook his head, these servants, they only rely on the emperor's favor, so naturally they regard this thing above everything else.He saw with his own eyes that the emperor held back his laughter for a quarter of an hour after receiving this letter, and he knew that this young man was probably the real Jane in the heart of the emperor.Because he was worried about the officials, he waited, and after a few words of proficiency, he hurriedly brought someone to face him.

Ye An followed behind with some trepidation. It was not the first time that the imperial concubine had entered the palace, but last time it was in a hurry, so I didn't have time to enjoy it.The size of the imperial palace in the Song Dynasty is actually very average. According to historical records, it is not even one-third of the Daming Palace. In comparison, the imperial palace in the Song Dynasty is simply a "siheyuan".But it's small, but it's still exquisite.In just a few steps, he saw the artificial mountains formed by stacks of rocks in Taihu Lake, the verdant Wansong Ridge, and all kinds of ingenious pavilions.People can't help but sigh that the aesthetics of the Song Dynasty was really ahead of the times.

Not long after, the two arrived at Yanfu Palace.To be precise, this place is already outside the palace city, but because of the many pavilions and pavilions and the quiet environment, Renzong regarded it as a place to rest and relax.

At the door, Zhang Mao said respectfully: "The official, Ye An will bring it to you."

"Come in," Renzong guessed he was reading the memorial, so he answered a little slowly.

After Ye An entered, he saluted first, then bowed his head and stood still.

Renzong put down the memorial in his hand, and looked at him jokingly: "Why don't you talk? Well, let me see, you wrote on it, want to go home?"

"The point is not that..." Ye An whispered, he already regretted saying this.My original intention was to put forward some constructive opinions, but at the end of writing, I suddenly felt a sense of inexplicable grievance.So I got angry and added two lines of words, to the effect of "Your Majesty, you dragged me to Bianliang, and I will be bullied to death in the end!"If you don't help me, I'll pack up and leave this sad place'!

"Pfft..." Renzong read the letter again, and still found it funny. Even Concubine Zhang Gui had never talked to him like this before.

Ye An blushed, thinking that he must have taken the wrong medicine, but subconsciously, he was not afraid of the emperor at all.Although it is a feudal dynasty that can kill him with a single sentence, he just feels that the other party will not hurt him, and sometimes he is eager to try and wants to become a master.

After walking down from the dragon chair, Renzong said to Ye An: "Come out for a stroll with me, after sitting for a long time, it's time to exercise your muscles and bones."

Ye An obeyed and obediently followed behind.The two circled around twice, and Renzong seemed to be in a good mood, and introduced the layout of Yanfu Palace with great interest.

"Walking over there is the Guanjia Hall and the Silkworm Palace, which were set up by Tai Tai and Zu to make future generations pay more attention to agriculture, but I don't like it very much. Rather than being in the palace, I would rather go around Wazi. Renzong made no secret of his longing for the bustling market, and pulled Ye An to sit in the pavilion.Then he said: "But you must not spread this word to the outside world. I know that you have a good relationship with the Fan family boy. If Fan Canzhi hears it..."

Seeing his expression of lingering fear, Ye An snickered.Then the two naturally began to talk about some trivial things in life.

"You don't even know how miserable Chen Yungu was. She didn't have a good piece of meat on her back. If it weren't for the few imperial doctors you sent, she might not live for a few years. King Xiangyang is too much!" Ye Anbian said While looking at Renzong with his eyes, he motioned for him to take care of it quickly.

But Renzong pretended to be stupid and stunned, and he didn't answer any questions, which made Ye An very angry.In fact, Zhao Zhen was also very helpless, his father and his heirs were not rich, and there were only a few princes in Taizong's branch.Unless you make a big mistake, you can't move anyway, otherwise what will the rest of the royal family think.So he changed the subject to talk about other things. Fortunately, Ye An was simple-minded, and quickly followed the other party's wishes, and began to talk about his little troubles.

"Hey, actually, I don't like Guozijian at all. I like my classmates, even Wang Jijiu, but I don't like studying." Ye An was a little unhappy. He held these words in his heart for a long time, and finally he was able to say them.He thought that the other party would refute him, but Renzong nodded.

"It's normal. In fact, I didn't like reading when I was a child. When I grow up, I find that there are more annoying things around me than reading, so I can read some."

Seeing that someone agreed with him, Ye An excitedly said a lot, most of which were his imagination about the future and his feelings about coming to Bianliang.After half a day, I suddenly realized that I was a little embarrassed and said, "I just talked about my business, and I haven't celebrated your daughter's birth yet."

Renzong shook his head, indicating that it's okay, and then said rather sadly: "Although my daughter is getting older every day, she is still in poor health. She doesn't cry or make troubles. If you have half the energy I'm about to snicker. By the way, I heard that you met my eldest daughter on the Qianyuan Festival."

Ye An nodded, the little loli left a deep impression on him.

"Children are debts. My daughter is also seven years old. His mother kept mentioning her child's marriage to me a while ago. I fell in love with that kid Li Wei, but his mother seemed a little unhappy." Renzong babbled , He has no place to say these words, the affairs of the previous court are already annoying enough, and the harem still doesn't let him worry.

Hearing this, Ye An held back for a long time, but still asked, "What does that Li Wei look like?"

Renzong thought about it for a long time, but he really couldn't use the word "good-looking" to describe it, so he could only slowly say: "He is a simple child." Then he was a little unconvinced: "Big man's natural talent is priority, Li Wei is still young, poetry Calligraphy and painting are all superb, and his brother is even more handsome. The family relationship is harmonious, and the princess will be happy."

... Cao Shengren is not talented, but don't you also like him, admit it, your old Zhao family is Yangou!Ye An complained in his heart, but he couldn't show it on the face, he just hesitated and said: "If I remember correctly, Li Wei seems to be the uncle of the princess. I once read a book that if married within three generations, the birth The children who come down may have physical problems."

"This statement is true!" Renzong was shocked. The royal family has always been a professional family of close relatives.

Ye An nodded: "That's right, you can go to the official to investigate more."

Frowning, Renzong nodded solemnly.The two talked for a while before asking the servant to send Ye An back.

In the evening, he drove to Miao Zhaoyi's bedroom to visit his daughter, and told Miao Zhaoyi that his daughter's marriage had to be reconsidered.

"Daddy! Then can I marry the brother I met on the Qianyuan Festival!" The eldest princess was full of anticipation, that brother looks so good-looking!

Opening his eyes slightly, Renzong didn't expect his daughter to say that, and immediately shook his head dumbfoundingly: "No way." Gently stroking the top of her head, Renzong said seriously: "It is impossible for you to marry him no matter what. "

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After leaving the palace, Ye An originally thought that today's matter was over, when Renzong arbitrarily excluded one or two supervisors, who would have thought that he would receive the imperial decree the next day.

Zhang Mao looked at Ye An with a smile, "Here is the official letter, you can do whatever you want, Mr. Xiaolang."

"This, this... Doesn't Mr. Yan care about it!?" Ye An was so overwhelmed that the emperor's edict was not a strict imperial decree, but it had to be reviewed by the prime minister, yet Yan Shu let him?

"Printing books and so on, in the eyes of the nobles, is just a small way. Now everyone is so focused on the New Deal, how can they have time to pay attention to these. What's more, you have not been given an official position, but you are only supervised by order." Afterwards, Zhang Mao said There is a point: "Guozijian has always been responsible for its own profits and losses when printing books. You should pay attention, sir. If you think you can't do it, tell the officials, so that you don't have to pay for it out of your own pocket."

Ye An bowed to thank the other party, and lamented in his heart, he was really free, and he had nothing to do to make trouble.If you do well, you can't be promoted, and if you don't do well, you will probably be laughed at.

But what I didn't expect was that the waiting prison was warmly welcomed by the students.

"What's the matter?" Ye An was flattered, and even Guo Zhonghe said a few words to himself in a sour manner just now.

"I heard that you will be in charge of printing books in the future?" Zhao Zongshu asked curiously on behalf of everyone, and everyone exclaimed enviously after getting an affirmative answer.

In fact, this is because Ye An doesn't understand the officialdom. Although there is no official position or salary, the officials are willing to use you, which means that they take you seriously, and it is inevitable for them to succeed in the future.But in the eyes of the yamen, Ye An, who is as old as himself but can be entrusted with important tasks, is so cool!In order to experience the life of an adult in advance, and to be famous in front of the officials, everyone volunteered to help Ye An work for free.

Just when Ye An was at a loss, Wang Anshi angrily dispersed the people and took Ye An into the study.Guozijian's printing books are under the supervision of Guozijian, so Ye An and Wang Anshi are still colleagues at this time.

I thought so in my heart, but I couldn't say it out of my mouth, otherwise, if he hooked up with Wang Anshi and called him Jiefu with a playful smile, the wine sacrifice would definitely make him say goodbye to this beautiful world!

"I don't care what you said to the officials, but since the court has appointed you, then do it well." Unbelievably, Wang Anshi didn't seem to doubt Ye An's ability at all, but urged him seriously.

Ye An was also deeply moved and said that he would work hard.

"So, what are you going to do first?" Wang Anshi asked curiously, he really wanted to know what tricks this kid could come up with.

Ye An smiled slightly: "First of all...boy, I would like to ask Mr. Jijiu for help. Go to Hangzhou Bookstore to find a craftsman named Bi Sheng."

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Feng Xiang felt a little flustered when he woke up early in the morning. After drinking two big bowls of fried soup, tea and medicine, he finally felt better.Touching the mustache on his lips, he strode into the printing department.Now they can be regarded as catching up with a good time, the new Jijiu is not greedy for money, his mind is full of academic affairs, and he doesn't care about the golden lump of printing books.Thanks to the people under his command, Feng Xiang has spent more food and cards in the past few months than in previous years.

However, as soon as he entered the room, he felt that something was wrong. After a closer look, he found that many decorations in the room were missing.You must know that although their printing of books is a craftsman's job, it has something to do with brush and ink, so they bought a lot of calligraphy and paintings on weekdays.

Where are you now?Feng Xiang wondered, crossed the middle hall and continued to walk in, and suddenly found a long queue in front of him.

A young Qingyue's voice came from a distance: "Liu San, a person from Jingzhou, a few days ago, because the Jingzhong Academy didn't want to pay the money, he forcibly withheld the book ordered by him, and finally blackmailed a famous painting from the academy. This matter."

Liu San cried and said: "Indeed, there is such a thing, please be merciful, the villain will never dare again."

Stiffly raising his head, Feng Xiang saw that the young man who was ripped off by him two days ago was sitting leisurely in the main seat, holding the account book of the printing department in his hand.

Feng Xiang: "..." My life is over!