Giant Ship Across the Song Dynasty: My Supplies Come from My Motherland

Chapter 81, Let's call him Pingzhi then.

"Since that's the case... a light boat takes advantage of the evening breeze, and the vast land stretches out flat and level. How about that?"

"Mrs. Li, it hurts down there..."

Teacher Li tapped Lin Zhou's head twice with her fan: "This won't do, that won't do. You claim to be easygoing, but you're so picky!"

"Teacher Li, it's not that I'm being picky, it's just that this name is too painful, it belongs to classic youth angst literature..."

"Let's settle this!"

Teacher Li didn't care about this or that. He walked up to the roster on his desk and filled in the name "Pingzhi" after Lin Zhou's name.

Lin Zhou sighed, then put his hand on Dou Ke's shoulder: "Kezi, if you don't study hard when you're young, you'll end up being best friends with someone in the academy when you grow up."

"roll!"

"Okay."

Around noon, Lin Zhou wanted to ask where the cafeteria was, but he discovered that such a large royal academy didn't have one.

He searched around, but was blocked by the Imperial Guards at the moon gate in the west wing.

"What? You're not letting us in? That's a graduate student dormitory!"

The Imperial Guards stood there with cold faces, ignoring him, but there was no way he could get in. However, Lin Zhou was extremely curious, so he stood outside the low wall and tiptoed to look inside. Inside was an exquisite garden, and there were figures moving around inside.

Just then, Dou Ke walked past him carrying a food box, and Lin Zhou grabbed her arm: "Kezi, where did you get your food? I've looked all over and can't find a place to eat."

"The academy doesn't have a dining hall, so these meals are sent to me from home."

"Why? There are two or three hundred people here, why isn't there any food?"

Dou Ke pushed the food box forward, saying, "Why don't you eat mine?"

"Never mind, never mind." Lin Zhou waved his hand. "I'll go out and buy it. What kind of place is this?"

Dou Ke followed Lin Zhou's gaze and saw figures moving around in the west wing. He sneered, "They're all royal relatives, this prince and that prince, a whole bunch of odds and ends."

"No wonder they separated it, so you poor wretches wouldn't see how good other people's lives are."

Dou Ke glanced at Lin Zhou, saying with a hint of disdain, "Don't say that. Their lives might not even be as good as ours. A bunch of fussy idiots."

However, what he said didn't seem to make much sense. Those who could enter this academy all had some talent. It seemed that the royal family wasn't doing so well at the moment. Rumor had it that because Ninth Sister had no children, she wasn't very kind to her relatives and had drastically reduced their allowances.

"Hey, Kezi. What does your family do?"

"Me? My father is the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites." Dou Ke sized Lin Zhou up and down. "What? Trying to curry favor with me?"

"Flattering you? Flattering you is called pursuing you, okay?" Lin Zhou lifted his chin with one finger: "My beauty, how about a kiss?"

"I'll smash your head open with a lunchbox." Kezi shook off his fingers: "Don't bother me."

Lin Zhou went outside with Dou Ke to buy some food, and just as they entered, he saw a group of Imperial City Guard dogs rushing into the academy.

The once peaceful academy suddenly became lively, with chickens flying and dogs barking, making a ruckus throughout the small area.

The headmaster came out and raised his hand to stop Si Gou from entering. His expression was no longer the amiable one he had shown when he saw Lin Zhou that morning; instead, it carried a hint of sternness: "How dare you come here to arrest someone!"

At this moment, Sihou Xuping walked in from outside the door. His face was cold and stern, basically the kind of corrupt cop that Lin Zhou had seen in police and gangster movies.

He had a cold face at first, but when he saw the headmaster, his forced smile really made you want to punch him.

"I apologize, Headmaster Chen. The Imperial City Guard is acting under orders to investigate Yue Fei's associates."

When he said this, the muscles in his face twitched twice. Lin Zhou, who was not far away, could see it clearly. He was obviously suppressing his emotions, which was why he had this physical reaction.

Although Lin Zhou still doesn't know what his ultimate goal is, he does know that he is a henchman of Yue Fei and Han Shizhong.

Sending him to arrest Yue Fei's henchmen is like sending our party's underground agents to capture another group of underground agents in a spy movie; it looks like a mission, but it's actually a test.

At this moment, the lord's face was devoid of any human emotion. He coldly took out an order stamped with the official seal: "Headmaster, just follow orders."

Chen Shouchang glanced coldly at Sihou, then silently stepped aside. Everyone watched as a chubby little boy was taken away by the Imperial City Guard.

This person was from the class where Lin Zhou told stories that morning. He didn't even remember the chubby boy's name, only that he said he was supposed to go see the courtesan today.

The man was taken away just like that. As he brushed past Lin Zhou, Si Hou made eye contact with him for a moment. In that instant, Lin Zhou truly felt what it meant for the eyes to be the windows to the soul.

It contained emotions such as helplessness, grief, and worry, but the owner of those eyes could not say anything and could only leave this place amidst the hateful gazes of everyone.

After the Imperial City Guard left, some of the students started cursing. They were cursing the Imperial City Guard, but Lin Zhou knew very well that this had nothing to do with the Imperial City Guard. If the higher-ups issued an order, would they not obey it?

At this moment, even someone as carefree as Lin Zhou felt a deep-seated helplessness and sorrow. He turned around and glanced at the departing Si Hou and the chubby boy who was crying his eyes out.

Is this person a follower of Yue Fei? Anyone with a brain knows no. He might even be someone whose elders spoke up for Yue Fei somewhere.

Qin Hui did not let go of anyone who dared to speak up for Yue Fei.

No, strictly speaking, Zhao Gou did not let go of anyone who dared to speak up for Yue Fei.

Lin Zhou now understands why there are so many poets and lyricists in this era, but not a single one has stood up to mention Yue Fei. He has no recollection of him at all. Even a graceful poet like Li Qingzhao wrote about dying as a heroic ghost, but there are very few poems about Yue Fei.

Based on everything he saw, he became convinced that this was not something they didn't want to do; it was clearly a campaign to eliminate Yue Fei... no, even the character "Yue" itself.

I heard that Qin Hui advocated renaming Yuezhou, which is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world.

At this moment, even though Lin Zhou didn't feel much of a sense of belonging to this place, he suddenly felt an urge to "do something".

What can we do?

Lin Zhou turned around abruptly and met the gaze of the abbot who had been standing there for a long time, unwilling to leave. Their eyes met, and Chen Shou sighed deeply, his face turning somewhat ashen, before silently turning away.

"Headmaster."

Lin Zhou quickly caught up with Chen Shouchang and asked, "What did that chubby kid do?"

"no."

"No?" Lin Zhou pressed on, unwilling to give up. "But if you didn't do anything wrong, why were you taken away by Si Gou?"

"This..." Chen Shouchang paused, then said with a hint of helplessness, "Fate is cruel."

After saying that, he patted Lin Zhou on the shoulder: "Don't ask anymore, go back to class."

Back in his classroom, the dark-skinned PE student had also woken up. He glanced at Lin Zhou groggily, then suddenly nodded: "Zhang Yong, Zhang Yuheng."

"Lin Zhou." Lin Zhou rolled his eyes after saying that, "Lin Pingzhi..."

Just then, Teacher Li, who had been sleeping soundly with her face covered by a book and her head tilted back, sat up: "Did you all see the Imperial City Guard arresting people just now?"

"The Song Dynasty is doomed." He finished speaking and looked up at the roof beams above him again: "At most, 150 years, the Song Dynasty will be finished, and the Han people will be finished too. Alas..."

"Why do you say that, sir?" Dou Ke's heart tightened as he raised his head. "I don't understand."

Teacher Li removed the book from his face, looked dazedly at the three scattered students below, and suddenly blurted out: "To seek peace through struggle is to survive. To seek peace through subjugation is to perish. Not to struggle leads to national ruin and extinction. It is better to not win than not to struggle. Now, the Great Song Dynasty seeks peace through non-struggle. How long can it last? It is simply a matter of when it will perish."

Ke Zi's expression changed drastically, but Lin Zhou laughed and said, "I know, I know! What you can't get on the battlefield, you can't get at the negotiating table either! I've read that in novels all the time."

Teacher Li opened her eyes, glanced at Lin Zhou with interest, and pointed at him: "Tell me, how should this dispute be fought? A verbal battle? A battle of swords?"

"When it comes to empty talk, I only believe in brothels; it won't work anywhere else. We definitely need to cross the Yangtze River, the Yellow River, and Linlu Pass!"

"Hahahaha..." Teacher Li threw her head back and laughed heartily: "Alright, so how should we fight? Isn't it still with our mouths? Today I'll teach you..."

He stood up and wrote the character "钱" (money) on a piece of scrap paper with a brush.

"Words are useless, and weapons are ineffective; ultimately, it all comes down to money. Today, I'll tell you about eight ways to use money."