The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

The official system of the Northern Song Dynasty was more complicated, and the common people didn't know the key points, and Yun Yanhui couldn't know it. Fortunately, although Zhao Yunchu was young, he was fascinated and knew a lot.

At this time, the appointment of officials is divided into official, post, and dispatch. The official is a virtual title representing the rank and determines the salary.

Take Zheng Ping’s older brother Zheng Li as an example. His Hanlin bachelor’s degree is his job title, while the Zhijuguan Yuan is sent by the court and belongs to actual jobs. Like this kind of job, the words "knowing", "tong", and "promotion" are preceded by words , Such as prefects, prefects, and the big boss of Kaifeng Prefecture. His position is to know Kaifeng Prefecture, and to be known as the presiding officer.

Therefore, Zheng Lin has both functions and powers, which is considered to be a good mix, not to mention the governor of his errand court, which is in charge of inspecting and promoting middle and lower-level Beijing officials.

After Yun Yan understood clearly, he admired Zheng Ping even more. He was able to abandon such superior family conditions and choose someone who truly loves each other. It's a pity that Yun Dalang is dead, making their love a bit tragic.

However, Yun Yanhui believes that even though love is tragedy, life cannot be tragedy.

This thought turned a few times in his heart, and Yun Yan returned to pat the table, giving him more motivation.

Zhao Yunchu was frightened by his sudden arrival, "Brother Yan, what's wrong with you? If you really hate Zheng Ling... I'll ask Dige to beat him up. Dige's leg is still not good, go. No one dared to touch him in the street."

If it weren't for a lady or an artist, a woman's boudoir name would not be advertised at will. Zhao Yunchu naturally didn't know Zheng Ping's name, otherwise she would have guessed it a long time ago.

"It's okay, haha, no need." Yun Yan smiled a few times when thinking of Zhao Yundi who was touching porcelain.

"Brother Yan, you are so kind, so let him go." This Zhao Yunchu had pitiful and hateful thoughts towards Zheng Ling. He didn't know that Zheng Ling had already completed the gorgeous transformation, which also led to his meeting with Zheng Ling. The tragic situation.

"Thank you, and help me find out." Yun Yan replied, "I owe you personal love."

"I don't want it anymore. My mother said that human relations are the most expensive." Zhao Yunchu held his face and said, "Brother Yan, can you tell me the scriptures, will you surely do too?"

Zhao Yunchu was obsessed with Buddhism, and all his previous attempts to discuss Buddhism with Yun Yan were cruelly rejected by Yun Yanhui. He only thought that Yun Yan would go back to tell the monks to be busy with logistics, and he might have been fascinated by the way of performing Buddhist scriptures. As everyone knows, it is Yun Yanhui who is training the vulgar monks.

Yun Yan heard it back and smiled: "I can't tell, but I can recite a paragraph for you."

The book was written by him, and of course it is possible to repeat it, but it is really not as good as the monks who train daily, but Zhao Yunchu's requirements are not high.

After a paragraph, Zhao Yunchu clapped his hands vigorously, "Okay!"

Seeing Zhao Yunchu who was so easily satisfied, Yun Yan touched his head back, "It's the prince, why is it so silly and sweet."

Zhao Yunchu: "What does silly Baitian mean?"

Yun Yan replied: "It's just silly, white and sweet."

Zhao Yunchu wondered, "Am I white? I don't seem to have brother Yan Bai."

Yun Yan sighed back: "It's really silly and sweet, it's the No. 1 silly and sweet in Tokyo."

Zhao Yunchu was given the title of Tokyo's No. 1 Silly Baitian, and was quite satisfied. After returning happily, he said to the princess: "Mother, today Yan Geer said I am Tokyo's No. 1 Silly Baitian."

The princess felt a pain in her heart. Hey, so many sons have been born, why are each of them obviously flawed?

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Ever since Zheng Ling came to the house once, Zheng Ping has never forgotten to talk about him. She would still say, "This brother Ling should like it when she is cooking."

Seeing such a scene, Xiao Bao held Yun Yanhui's arm jealously, "Brother Yan, A-niang really won't adopt Xiao Yanei?"

Shuang Yi also sighed, "Brother Yan, you are not unhappy at all, Xiaoya Nei is more pampered than us."

Yun Yan recalled Zheng Ling and said with a little pity: "Junior people are always favored."

Xiaobao: "Am I the youngest?"

Shuangyi and Xiaobao wondered what he meant. Where is Zheng Ping's affection for being an aunt? It is clear that an aunt is loving her grandson. How can he be embarrassed to argue with his nephew as a cousin?

There are also Shuangyi and Xiaobao, who can be regarded as cousins ​​and uncles. What is so unhappy about them? If Zheng Ling knows about this, his face is not green anymore, he should be the most unhappy.

Zheng Ping did not know that Yun Yanhui had already inquired about the origins of the Zheng family. Seeing that when the college was closed, Zheng Ping made some salty and sweet buttered snails, and even made a pair of socks, called Yunyan. Go back and give it to Zheng Ling.

The snails in butter soaked in butter also made it taste salty, and only Zheng Ling could figure it out, and Zheng Ping really made it for him.

Yun Yan took food and clothes and went to the academy to guard Zheng Ling.

It didn't take long before Zheng Ling and the two students came out from a group of scholars, with a hippie smile, and I didn't know where they were going to have fun. The wound on Zheng Ling's head is almost healed, the gauze is gone, and there is still a little scab on his forehead.

Yun Yan shouted back: "Zheng Ling!"

Zheng Ling glanced over, his eyes lit up, "Brother Yan."

The two of his classmates looked at them, oh, they looked quite similar to Ling Ge'er, "Is your brother? Very cute."

Zheng Ling reserved and said: "Yes, oh, I won't go to drink today, my brother must have asked me to accompany him."

After all, Zheng Ling ignored how they croaked, and walked towards Yunyan.

"I brought you snails in butter and socks, and my mother made a pair of socks. You will see if they fit later." Yun Yan returned the basket and stuffed it into his hand.

Zheng Ling said sweetly, "I'll go to your house."

Yun Yan wondered back, "Don't you need to go home?"

"I just sent people to say that I can live in the academy. My father can't wait for me to stay in the academy all the time." Zheng Ling said, twisting a snail in butter, "Oh, it's really salty and sweet. Taste, not greasy at all, so delicious!"

Zheng Ling was eating while watching Yunyan's reply. He was rebutted by his father that day, saying that he didn't have an aunt at all, but Zheng Ling could see it. She felt it was just that the family didn't want to admit it, and she also saw her aunt's attitude. If you are not happy, there must be a very contradictory relationship between the two sides and you cannot melt the ice.

But Zheng Ling himself is still very willing to be with his aunt, and his aunt also likes him, so he is determined to just contact him.

Zheng Lingfei went back with Yun Yan. Zheng Ping didn't expect it. Seeing Yun Yan sending something back and bringing everyone back, he was surprised and delighted.

Zheng Ling spoke very sweetly about Zheng Ping and said that he would stay here for another night.

There was no reason for Zheng Ping, and she immediately stated that she went out to buy more vegetables and came back. Last time Zheng Ling came and went in a hurry, and suffered injuries. The dishes were not tasty and troublesome. This time she decided to kill another chicken and make rice wine simmered chicken. .

Shuang Yi took Xiaobao to catch the chicken and waited for Zheng Ping to come back to do it.

Yun Yan originally wanted to go back, but was held back by Zheng Ling and insisted on caring for him. Shuangyi was too scary, and Xiaobao was too young and unfamiliar, so he could only catch Yunyan back.

"Why are Shuangyi and Xiaobao surnamed Zheng, aren't you the same dad?" Zheng Ling asked.

More than just a father, not even a mother, Yun Yan nodded indiscriminately back.

Zheng Ling asked again: "Can you read the book?"

"No." Yun Yan said back, "I have read it for a while, but I didn't like it, so I didn't continue."

Zheng Ling, a frequent visitor to school truant, was even embarrassed to educate Yun Yan to return, "Da Song Chongwen, if you want to get ahead, you have to read a book." He saw Yun Yan turning back to show contempt, and boasted, "I have been too since I was a kid. Study hard, do you think I really only skip class and fight? In fact, I am familiar with the scriptures and poems!"

Of course this is not the case, but since Zheng Ling knows that Yun Yan hasn't read for a long time, he feels relieved to blow boldly, not afraid that the cowhide will be blown.

Yun Yan replied with disdain: "Familiar reading scriptures? Familiar reading scripts is almost the same!"

Because he is relatives and nephews, it's not that he didn't inquire about Zheng Ling in the Washe, a frequent visitor! Not to mention that the first time they met was at a temple fair.

Zheng Ling's cheeks blushed, and he thought that he was his elder brother. How could he lose face time and time again? How to establish a glorious image?

Zheng Ling said stiffly: "Brother, I am, do you know what a prodigy is? I am talking about my brother. Don't be misled. I was not the real me when I met the first two times. Brother Yan, reading is actually not difficult. , If you want to, I can come out and teach you to read every time I rest in the future."

"Stop one elder brother, and teach me to read?" Yun Yan glanced at him pityingly, "If you want to discuss reading with me this way, then go ahead and answer one of my poetic questions first, if you answer If you don’t come out, just learn your own way."

Zheng Ling thought in his heart, Yan Ge'er still doesn't recognize him as an elder brother. It seems that this has to be revealed, "What is the problem, you ask."

Yun Yan replied, "Have you ever read Yuefu poems?"

Zheng Ling nodded: "Have you read-is this the problem?"

"Of course not," Yun Yan glanced back at him, always feeling that Zheng Ling's cutest appearance was still at a disadvantage, which made him very capable of embarrassing his nephew, "In that case, you must know "The Peacock Flies Southeast", I asked You, why does the peacock fly southeast?"

Zheng Ling was dumbfounded, and pulled out his ears, "What? Why does the peacock fly southeast? What the **** is this!"

"The Peacock Flies Southeast" is a long narrative poem, in which the first two sentences "the peacock flies southeast, five miles and one wandering" are just an image to elicit the following content. But in terms of practical significance, where can Zheng Ling know why the peacock flies southeast.

The author is about to write to fly southeast, maybe people just want to make things easy, it has no practical meaning at all!

Ah, there is a sentence from the southeast, southeast, so what is there in the southeast? ! The author cannot be tested, otherwise you can guess from the author’s life...

Zheng Ling is going to faint.

In the end, he could only blush and admit shamelessly: "I don't know."

"So you should take care of your own studies~" Yun Yan patted his face back.

This question is a well-known question and answer in modern times. In fact, it is a bit of a brainstorming, but Zheng Ling doesn't know the answer and wants to go slant and think about the poem itself. Nothing is right.

Zheng Ling didn't dare to persuade Yun Yan to go back to school, and honestly tried out his socks.

On the next day, Zheng Ling returned to the academy. When he met the master who taught him in the academy, the ghost envoy stopped the master and asked, "Sir, you said, in "The Peacock Flies Southeast", why does the peacock fly southeast? "

The master was furious, and rolled up the book in his hand to hit Zheng Ling, "Damn it, if you ask you to read, you will play around, and now you dare to hit Mr.'s idea!"

Zheng Ling hugged her head and scurryed, feeling angrily in her heart. I thought I was at Geyan Yan’s house yesterday and felt ashamed that he didn’t even ask the correct answer. Now even the master thinks he is playing tricks on people, so Brother Yan is actually playing tricks on him, right? This kid is cunning!

Zheng Ling thought left and right, wrote a note and asked the vendor outside the academy to take Yun Yan back, asking him to tell him why the peacock flew southeast.

After half a day, a reply came. This is the first time Zheng Ling read Yun Yanhui's words. He was shocked that Yan Geer claimed to have not studied for too long, but the writing was extremely beautiful, not at all like a child his age, Zheng Ling would be ashamed of it. .

And the content of the word is: the peacock flies southeast because there are tall buildings in the northwest.

"...I X!" Zheng Ling couldn't help cursing, why didn't he think of going up here? Ge Yan really didn't play with him. In the nineteen ancient poems, there are tall buildings in the northwest, which are in line with the floating clouds. This Nima is not a rare sentence!

This is just a question of mind. Zheng Ling is really ashamed because of Ge Yan's words. The words are like his own. You can know how much work Yan Ge'er has done by reading the words. Brother Yan said that he didn't like to read, but he was more serious than him.

It didn't take long for Zheng Ling to think again, since Yan Ge'er wasn't playing with him, wouldn't it be because he was beaten a few times in vain by the master. So Pi Dian Pi Dian went to the Master again and told him that the question he asked last time had been answered. The peacock did not fly southeast because of the tall buildings in the northwest.

After hearing the answer, the Master scolded him again, "I don’t know how to do it! I don’t know how to respect the teacher! I know how to be clever! You still want to take this Mr. Shame, right? Are you not reconciled? You like it so much. Then you can copy "The Peacock Flies Southeast" five hundred times!"

Zheng Ling was dumbfounded, and wailed for a while: "Brother Yan mistaken me!"