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Volume 1: I want to be a rich playboy, but my destiny is not in the pool. Chapter 34: Qing Yunjing and Qu Zhongyi (1)

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    I'm really sorry. My classmate from college is going to Xinjiang. I had a farewell party yesterday. I didn't even participate in the follow-up activities. I just finished eating and came back to code. But I drank some wine and was afraid that the Internet was disconnected and I didn't modify the chapter yesterday.  I put my hair on it and didn't have time to check it. The following paragraph should be from today.

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    In a slightly higher wing of Donghua Temple's side courtyard, an old man with frost-white temples sat by the window. A glass of scalded sake in his hand had cooled down. He seemed to have been staring out the window for a long time. At this time, he turned around.  Lai ordered his servants to change the wine, glanced across the low table, and let out a sigh of relief.

    ¡°What a ruthless young man.¡±

    "Yesterday I was drinking with Chen Xishan. I heard from him that his family's 'Thousands of Flowers Blossoming Trees in the East Wind Night' was coming to Donghua Temple today. I originally wanted to call him for you to meet him later. I haven't seen him yet, but you  I want to give him a blue sky, haha." Xu Ke took a big mouthful of food with some gloating, and looked at the person sitting across from him with a smile. The implication was that the person sitting opposite him was actually Fan Zhongyan, who was in charge of the military and state affairs in Hangzhou.  .

    Fan Zhongyan shook his head and smiled bitterly. He took a sip of the hot wine that his servant had changed and said, "This guy is not an easy man. I'm afraid the Nanfeng Lane house is in some trouble"

    "Huh, Zheng Ping is just a minister, and he allows his family to invade the land. I heard that the Zheng family has purchased more than 10,000 acres of land. How unworthy is it to go on like this? I think it's time for you, Mr. Xiwen, to take charge of it." Xu  Ke looked at Fan Zhongyan and said with a little dissatisfaction.  ("History of the Song Dynasty: Biography of Lu Chong" records that Zheng Ping, a member of the Ministry of Biology and Foreign Affairs, "accounted for Zhending and had more than 700 hectares of land")

    Land annexation in the Song Dynasty was quite serious and intensified during the Zhenzong and Renzong periods. Most of the public ministers occupied more than a thousand hectares of land.  In the later years of Renzong's life, "powerful officials and rich surnames occupied unlimited fields, and annexation and counterfeiting were commonplace, and heavy prohibitions could not stop them." Finally, "the rich have a promising field, but the poor have no outstanding land."

    Some people think that the Song Dynasty was the "paradise" of feudal society. In fact, this is not necessarily the case. There is nothing wrong with the Song Dynasty's wealth being the best in the world, but "paradise" only applies to the privileged class at a time, and never includes the people at the bottom. From the peasant uprising in the Song Dynasty, as many as 400  You will get the clues soon.

    Xu Ke asked Fan Zhongyan to "take charge", so naturally he would not target only the Zheng family.

    Fan Zhongyan, who had experienced the failure of the "Qingli New Deal", knew the weight of this sentence. He took a sip of hot wine in silence and looked through the window at the crowd gradually dispersing below. His thin and thin face showed traces of time like ravines.  Just a pair of old, turbid and dim eyes can still make people feel a sharp aura.

    Xu Ke¡¯s eyes were still fixed on his face calmly.

    The cold wind of the twelfth lunar month made a slight whimpering sound under the eaves, and an unknown large bird was howling coldly on a dead tree not far away.

    After a while, Fan Zhongyan turned his head back, shook his head and sighed: "The branches are easy to cut, but the roots are difficult to break."

    Xu Ke still didn¡¯t move. He stared at his opponent and said, ¡°Does Mr. Xiwen know last year¡¯s harvest?¡±

    "Huh? I can't remember the specifics. It seems that it was not a good year." Fan Zhongyan stopped holding the glass of wine, wondering what he wanted to say.

    "I wonder if it has snowed since last winter?"

    Fan Zhongyan¡¯s eyes froze, he sat up straight and said in surprise: ¡°What does Mingdao mean, does it mean that this year will be a year of famine?¡±

    "I'm not sure whether it's a famine year or not. You arrived in Hangzhou not long ago, and you don't know the people's sentiments. The Zheng family alone can afford to pay for their land. How can there be less other wealthy families? There are dozens of miles outside the city and several  There is no land left for the people!¡±

    Xu Ke deliberately exaggerated this statement. The price of fields outside Hangzhou is extremely high. One acre of good farmland can even be sold for dozens of dollars. It is true that most of them are in the hands of rich families, but it is said that it is as large as dozens of miles.  It's still not within the range.

    Although Fan Zhongyan's personal ethics are very similar, he is also sophisticated in human relations. No one who can be a prime minister is a nerd. How could he not know what Xu Ke meant? He smiled and said: "I am from Huangyou's first year.  Please don't use the rhetoric of politicians to deceive me. If this is really the case, why don't you go and take a ginseng yourself?"

    When Xu Ke saw that he had been told off by the other party, his old face blushed slightly, and Su Rong continued: "Although there is no absolute, there is still half of it. Western Zhejiang has not had a good year in the past few years, and those who have land are lucky to say that if this momentum continues, there will be no land.  What will happen if the family encounters a hungry year again? Will they be able to live and eat by closing their positions regularly?"

    Fan Zhongyan frowned and called the servant beside him: "Go and check how much is left in Changpingcang. Don't look at the accounts and check privately."

    He also knew very well about the "constant injustice" in Chang Pingcang in various places, but after all, it was still a government-run business, and it was normal for someone to take advantage of it. He was already old, and he didn't want to point fingers anymore, but  After Xu Ke¡¯s words, I felt a faint feeling in my heart.For these worries, you must be aware of them.

    Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded to pry into the occupation of people's fields, Xu Ke sighed secretly in his heart. Fan Xiwen was old after all, and it seemed that he no longer had the vigor of the past. However, seeing that he still cared about people's livelihood, he took it easy.  Change the topic lightly.

    "Don't talk about this," Xu Ke raised his wine and toasted him, "Has Mr. Xiwen ever tasted Tokyo stir-fry?"

    ¡°I ate there twice when I was a political counselor. I was worried that I would lose my frugality after getting used to eating delicious food, so I never went there again.¡±

    "Hey, the stir-fries in Tokyo cost a lot of money. I have tasted them a few times in the past, and they are really not interesting. However, there are free stir-fries in Hangzhou, and the taste is even better than in Tokyo. Mr. Xiwen  Would you like to try it together someday?"

    "Is there such a good thing? You know better than to trick me again. This stir-fry is said to be the secret of famous chefs in Kaifeng. Even the seventy-two main restaurants are vying for the job. Could it be that someone has ignored the bustling capital and come to Hangzhou to make a living?  , so what is 'free cooking'?"

    Xu Ke smiled, deliberately took two bites of food to whet his appetite, and then said mysteriously: "I was born and raised in Hangzhou, and have never been outside the three hundred miles of Hangzhou."

    "Who did you learn that from?"

    "I have no experience in cooking, and I have never tasted cooking. I only understand Tao through rumors."

    "Oh? That's interesting. I wonder who the name is?" Although Fan Zhongyan didn't know much about Cook Ding, he became curious at this time.

    "It's the Chen Yue Chen Shangwen who has been fighting cocks for more than ten years. The day before yesterday, he sang "Thousands of Flowers Blossomed by the East Wind on Night" and today he sang "I once thought that passion would harm the holy life."

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    Why do some people fall asleep after drinking alcohol? I couldn¡¯t fall asleep after drinking alcohol. I stayed in bed until four or five o¡¯clock last night (don¡¯t misunderstand me) before I fell asleep. I woke up a little dizzy today.

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