Chapter 1,711 No Money

There are two hottest things in Bianliang City these days. The first one is that the reading notes of Bao Zheng, the Prime Minister of the dynasty, were printed by Shen An and sold for the blood price of three cents per volume. Bianliang was immediately shocked. Paper is expensive.

The second thing is the story of Bao Gong's verdict and the appearance of the storyteller.

The emergence of Bao Gong's adjudication of cases has made storytellers a new and hot profession.

"...Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of morality, fame after Xia, Shang and Zhou..."

Chen Zhongheng was chanting in a cadence.

"...it's like a dragon fighting a tiger."

Zhao Shu and Gao Taotao were drinking tea. When they heard the song Xijiang Moon, they couldn't help but fall into that artistic conception.

"good!"

Gao Taotao couldn't help but praise: "I always felt that Shen An was too young in the past, and I was afraid that he was not stable enough. Listen to this, how can you write about it unless you have enough experience? There are a few lines of names in the history of Qing Dynasty, and there are countless deserted places in Beimang. Qiu, an official, he is from the Mang Mountain lineage, he is talking about himself!"

Zhao Shu nodded, "Mang Mountain is full of tombs. Emperors, generals, merchants and pawns are everywhere. They are pressed one after another. The emperor is also pressed. No descendants come to pay homage anymore. It has become a barren hill. I feel quite sad. Deep!"

Chen Zhongheng also thought about this problem. He imagined the scene of his good gay friend walking and reading among the ancient tombs when he was young, and he couldn't help but feel that he was very noble.

Gao Taotao pursed his lips and smiled, "I don't care about anything, I just want to be with you from now on, no matter life or death."

These are the most touching words of love. Zhao Shu looked at his wife with tenderness in his eyes.

In most cases, between the two emperors and empresses, the emperor usually raises his feet first, followed by the empress. According to the rules, after the emperor is buried, a hole will most likely be left in the mausoleum. After the queen has also raised her feet, she can be buried together. Finally closing her mouth, the emperor and empress fell into a long darkness...

Zhao Shu and Gao Taotao are childhood sweethearts, and they can be said to have been together forever.

At this moment, the two of them thought of their friendship over the years, and the atmosphere...

"saint……"

Just when the emperor and empress were in love, Feiyan broke the beauty between them with a joyful gesture.

Zhao Shu looked at Feiyan rushing in and couldn't help but feel that the thought he had just had was boring.

Why!

It’s really boring for an emperor to reach this level!

"Sage, the book is here."

Feiyan didn't notice the lifelessness in Zhao Shu's eyes and rushed in holding a book.

"Oh! Let me take a look." Gao Taotao stood up, took the book, let it go and looked at it, "The official, Bao Gong adjudicates the case!"

Zhao Shu's enthusiasm was all gone, and he said angrily: "Bao Zheng is not the official who decided the case, this is made up!"

Gao Taotao gave him an angry look, "Bao Zheng can't solve the case, but he can point out the officials who solved the case!"

Well, women always have a way of filling holes in things they like.

"Look, Bao Zheng is so smart at home and an official. No wonder the late emperor tolerated him spitting!"

Gao Taotao happily looked at the manuscript of Bao Gong's verdict, and Zhao Shu muttered: "It's all Shen An's fooling around."

"Look, officials, this is a case that Bao Zheng tried in Duanzhou!"

Zhao Shu's head was full of black threads, "The governor doesn't try the case, otherwise why would he need to pass the judgment?"

Gao Taotao rolled his eyes at him, "But Bao Zheng can also provide guidance on the case!"

"I can't reason with you!"

Zhao Shu walked away angrily.

After he went out for a walk, he suddenly felt that he was a little stingy, which was very funny.

But it was impossible to apologize, so he went all the way to the political hall.

It was not a big deal for officials to come to the political hall, and the officials they met along the way did not dare to report the matter, for fear that Zhao Shu was here to investigate the situation.

"Xiren, you can actually solve the case?"

Han Qi's voice sounded particularly happy, probably because he was having fun.

"How come I can't solve the case?" Bao Zheng's voice was also filled with joy.

This guy, Shen An, attacked him twice, which made Ouyang Xiu dizzy. It was said that when he returned home, he excused himself from illness and said that he would have to recuperate for at least ten days.

"Then tell me, what cases did you solve when you were in charge of Kaifeng Mansion?"

Zhao Shu shook his head when he heard this. He felt that Han Qi was bad at this and was often aggressive.

"I also solved a case when I was in Kaifeng Mansion. That time..."

Bao Zheng said that after all the talk, he only indirectly concluded the case.

Everyone has their own responsibilities, and superiors cannot easily encroach on the responsibilities of subordinates, otherwise it will cause a series of troubles.

"Although they are all fabricated, Xiren, that boy Shen An can actually write such attractive things. Can you let him be my wife...you understand."

Han Qi also wanted Shen An to write a similar book for him.

This is just like the autobiographies of later generations. At first, they were just celebrities. Later, when everyone took a look, hey, leaving an autobiography will not only make you rich, but it will also be famous for generations. So what are you waiting for?

But countless autobiographies eventually disappeared into obscurity and became waste paper. Only a handful of people who lived a wonderful life and wrote wonderful autobiographies can be remembered forever.

Han Qi was like this and felt that he should also get a copy of this.

"Xiang Han, have you... closed a case?"

"I've broken it off." This Han Qi was really not bragging. He then gave an example to illustrate that he was even better than Bao Zheng.

Bao Zheng shook his head, "This matter... I don't even know that Shen An got Bao Gong to judge the case. You also know his affairs. He is not willing to do it, even if the officials force him to do it."

Han Qi thought so, and said angrily: "I can do it myself."

Zhao Shu left quietly outside the door.

He was waiting for a joke.

How can this thing be so easy to write? If everyone can write, then why did Shen An get a group of shabby literati to write novels without any results?

Bao Gong's decisive case has become the favorite story for people in Bianliang to listen to and read after dinner. Many down-and-out literati went to find the manuscripts, rehearsed at home, and then volunteered to go to restaurants to tell stories.

But storytelling is not just about being able to recite, you also have to get used to being noticed.

"...Speaking of...Speaking of...the Three Moral Emperors...the Three Emperors...the Three Sovereigns and the Five Emperors, the fame...the fame..."

In the wine shop, a scholar was telling stories in front of him. He looked confident at first, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he suddenly stuttered and his face turned red.

A group of diners stared at each other, waiting to hear Mr. Bao's verdict. Unexpectedly, it took him a long time to say a few words, but he still stuttered.

"roll!"

When someone gets angry, he yells and curses.

"If you don't go away, I will kill you!"

Various places in the Song Dynasty are also divided into levels. For example, small wine shops such as these are where people gather.

Shen An and Han Jiang were talking in a low voice in the corner. Han Jiang glanced at the scholar and said with a smile: "You have done a job as a storyteller, and then you have a story about Bao Gong deciding the case, which has attracted countless people in Bianliang. Crazy."

"It's just a little trick." Shen An looked very reserved.

"You, you!" Han Jiang said: "I'm looking for you today for something, it's hard to tell in the Third Division..."

Then go to the restaurant and talk!

Shen An couldn't help but ask: "Prime Minister Han, is it difficult at home?"

Han Jiang shook his head, "My life is not bad."

"Then why don't you go to a restaurant?" Shen An doesn't hate restaurants. On the contrary, he prefers the excitement of restaurants to the quiet restaurants.

Han Qi said matter-of-factly: "Since I became the Third Secretary of State and learned about the finances of the Song Dynasty, I have become frugal."

"He's just stingy." Shen An unceremoniously revealed his true face.

Han Jiang smiled and said: "Whatever you think, it would be better if you treat me to this meal."

"It's easy to talk." Shen An is not short of the money.

"You are not short of money, but I have been having a headache recently."

"Tell me something." Shen An raised his wine cup and invited him to drink.

When Han Jiang said he had a headache, it must be the problem of Sansi, and it was probably due to lack of money.

"Last time someone asked about the preparations for the Northern Expedition, I said that if there is no shortage of money, millions of dollars can be spared, but after all, it is encouraging."

Han Jiang said as he raised the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp, looking at his sad face.

Shen An looked at him and said in disbelief: "You are the third envoy!"

"Yes!" Han Jiang filled up the wine, raised his head and drank.

"If your words are known by outsiders, believe it or not, those people from the old party will attack you and say that the new party is crazy and wastes money! By the way, they will also say that the government employs people poorly."

Shen An felt that it was customary for the prime minister to be shameless, but Han Jiang had obviously communicated with Zhao Shu, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.net had deceived all the officials first.

"What if we really want to run out of money for the Northern Expedition?" The Northern Expedition... In a word, don't think about the Northern Expedition without money. "From the mobilization of the army, to the food and grass, to the rewards... Prime Minister Han, if the Northern Expedition goes well, no, it will definitely go well." . If the Northern Expedition goes well, those soldiers who have made meritorious services need to be rewarded. These are all money and food. If you, the Third Division, can't raise them, you won't be afraid of being cooked when you turn around?"

Han Jiang said helplessly: "If it really comes to that point, you can just cook it, but I'm afraid that my meat won't be valuable."

Shen An smiled bitterly and said, "You specifically asked me to talk about this, but there is nothing I can do!"

Han Jiang raised the wine cup, and Shen An had no choice but to drink a bowl with him.

Han Jiang made a sound when he drank, but Shen An didn't understand why.

This wine...if it's high-alcohol wine, you can just sip it. This is brewed wine, which is the kind of low-alcohol wine that is drunk from barrel to barrel in Water Margin. Is this necessary?

"Northern Expedition!" Han Jiang said with a sad face: "Who is the first to call out the Northern Expedition?"

old man!

Shen An smiled and said, "Father, then someone, but Prime Minister Han, the Northern Expedition will cost countless money, and two or three million will be useless at all."

"I know." Han Jiang said seriously: "Nowadays, troops are being trained everywhere, and food and grass are being hoarded everywhere. Money needs to be raised. You are the richest man in the Song Dynasty. If you talk about your ability to make money, second, this No one in the world dares to claim that he is number one. So I just..."

He stood up and held his hands, then bowed.

Shen An said with a headache: "Let me think about this..."

"Okay, I'm waiting for your good news." Han Jiang thought this was reliable, and finally went to the palace to see Zhao Shu.

"Shen An said to think about it carefully."

Zhao Shu said with satisfaction: "The Liao people are also preparing for war. If we don't move, they will go south. I prefer to strike first!"