The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

The First Champion Chapter 672

For this big city with a population of one million that has no shortage of food and drink, enough food and clothing, and is generally relatively affluent, the national identity and sense of pride are very strong.

Even the rascal who hates dogs on the street is beaming and proud.

The urban style and the quality of the citizens of Bianliang, Tokyo in the Song Dynasty, are rarely achieved by future generations in the past thousand years.

Now it is even more remarkable. The heroes and soldiers of the Northern Expedition are about to return. Among them are the children of Kaifeng Mansion who have performed brilliantly, the new army of the Beijing Camp.

The opening of the Cuju League has re-improved local awareness in various places, especially in Kaifeng.

The provinces of the Song Dynasty already have a sense of belonging and identity with each other, which is also the result of having a full meal.

Where there is someone or something outstanding, the local elders, township party members, and young ladies often praise him greatly.

When people are not hungry, they must pursue spiritual satisfaction. The Cuju League and the Polo League left by the Khitan Brothers in Gaoyanei are the most popular football markets.

While bringing huge economic benefits, it also gave birth to many occupations and supported a large group of people.

Not only the empty alleys in Bianliang City, but also the Zhaode Square, have been cleaned and prepared early to participate in this prosperity of entering the city.

It has been almost another year since Yang Lin left. There is only one male in the master's house, and that is Yang Tianyi who is still breastfeeding.

For a wealthy family with such a large family business, there are not many males to support the scene, and it is really a bit scary to live.

Now that Yang Lin is back, people's hearts have settled down, and everyone is eagerly looking forward to his return.

Stretching out half of his head, Yang Lin asked, "Lu Qian, where are you?"

"In less than half an hour, we can reach Bianliang."

Yang Lin let out a long sigh of relief, the journey was too difficult, the carriage was bumpy, and there were some unexpected wear and tear.

How this tired body of a teacher and veteran can withstand such oppression makes him want to return to Bianliang as soon as possible, recover his body and return to the state of killing the Quartet, and by the way, avenge the shame of this journey.

What's more, the bumps on the road were really uncomfortable, even a little backache, which made Yang Lin resolve to start repairing the road as soon as possible.

An empire extending in all directions, with commercial routes running through the southeast and northwest, how could it have such shabby traffic conditions.

This thing is not a matter of merit in the present and benefit in the future.After the road is built, it will soon generate infinite benefits. Rivers, lakes and seas can be connected by boats, and mountains and hills can be traveled by horses. Then the prosperity and prosperity of the entire Song Dynasty will definitely be raised to a higher level.

More importantly, with such a large territory, if the transportation is inconvenient, it will be difficult for the imperial court to control the place.

He leaned against the window, and as he planned, the scenery along the way was constantly receding.

Finally, Lu Qian shouted: "Young master, Bianliang is here!"

Chapter 745 Master Returns Home

Returning to Bianliang, Yang Lin, as usual, did not steal the limelight from the soldiers.

Change to a carriage from the side door, enter the empty streets of Bianliang, and leave the glory and cheers to the bloody soldiers.

First, Xu Yuenu and Zhe Huanxiang were sent back to Zhe Huanxiang's small garden, and then they were intimate with their daughter for a while before going out to return home.

As the carriage stopped, Yang Lin stretched his waist, opened the curtain and saw the familiar gate of Zhaodefang, this moment seemed like a lifetime away.

It can be said that the mountain that has been pressing on my heart has been overturned by myself.

Now I am relaxed, without Jurchen, there will be no more Mongolia, and the north will be brought under my own rule step by step.

Mr. Yang returned to his house, of course he was in high spirits, and he didn't look like he was lying in the car.

Walking with steady steps, holding on to his belt, he entered the inner palace.

Zheng Yunyao brought a group of wives and concubines, and Pingping Tingting stood at the door to greet him. When she saw him, she let out a coquettish cry.

This is the inner house, even the guards are not allowed to enter, all of them are his concubines and maidservants.

"Although there is no crowd cheering at the city gate, this scene is worthy of my status as an official Yang."

Yang Lin laughed at himself, and was surrounded by these Yingying and Yanyan, and returned to the mansion.

The inner courtyard had already prepared a welcome banquet, Zheng Yunyao covered Qiong's nose, pushed away Yang Lin who was asking for a kiss, smiled and waved: "It stinks, love, you wait for the master to take a bath and change clothes first, and then eat. "

After Yang Lin gave birth to two sons, not to mention his back straightened, his identity also changed.

The title of Dalang in the past was taken away by his son, and now he is a generation older.

It stands to reason that it should be called Langjun, but in this era, the rich people have begun to call the head of the family the master.

However, this name will not be called for a few days, and the matter of the Zen seat should not be delayed for a few days.

Yang Jian and the others couldn't wait a long time ago, wishing to put a yellow robe on him right away.

"Yes, ma'am."

Qin Qingqing greeted a few maidservants with a smile, prepared warm water, soap horn, towels, clothes, and things to rinse his mouth, brush his teeth and clean his face, and hugged him to the bathroom.

Only then did Yang Lin realize that he was indeed not clean all over, this was the difference between being outside and being at home.

Thinking about being comfortable at home, she cheerfully put her arms around Qin Qingqing's slender waist and went to take a bath and change clothes.

"This small waist has become thinner again. Do you miss your master, who doesn't think about food and doesn't want to lose weight?"

Qin Qingqing blushed, and spat: "I practiced with Sister Fang to lose weight."

"Practice?" Yang Lin lay in the large bathtub, steaming and very comfortable.Hearing this, he touched Qin Qingqing's pretty cheek, and said disapprovingly: "I want to learn to tell my master, I am an authentic Taoist inner strength, which has a long history and supports dual cultivation, which is very different from the crooked ways of Mingjiao. "

While rubbing his back and shoulders, Qin Qingqing said, "Sister Fang's exercises are amazing. After practicing, she feels comfortable and much softer."

After speaking, I couldn't wait to show it to Yang Lin. I saw her bent over and her hands and feet were connected, forming a circle.

This girl covered her whole body with a layer of tulle. Yang Lin swallowed and said, "It is said that Manichaeism originated in Persia. How can I know yoga? I think it's probably learned by this saint. , I will have to interrogate her in a few days."

After he finished speaking, he laughed, and after these two obscene laughter fell, he already had a whole drama of the trial of the saint in his mind.

Bianliang, the inner city of the imperial city.

Yang Jian hunched over and bowed deeply to Zhao Si in front of him.

"Officials, Yang Shaozai is back. This battle has flattened the Kingdom of Jin, destroyed the Jurchen, and expanded the territory several times that of the original Great Song Dynasty."

His voice was still soft as always, without a hint of aggression, but Zhao Si felt that every word was like a blade on his neck.

He coughed lightly, and said: "Teacher doesn't need to beat around the bush, I have long been interested in the Zen position, Yang Shaozai is such a hero, he is ten times better than me, and it is destiny."

Before the words fell, Zhao Si, who thought he was very free and easy, did not feel relieved, but instead felt a deep sorrow.

The foundation of the ancestors, the country of the Great Song Dynasty, is about to be in his own hands and handed over to others.