The Song Dynasty's way of transmitting messages is nothing more than fast horses, flying pigeons to pass books, beacon fire play princes, etc., and the way of transmitting messages to the court is mainly to deliver them in a hurry.

So many ways to send a message is to send a message without a purse...

Li Sanjian took a purse thrown in from outside the door, touched his head, and was full of doubts in his heart.

"Saburo, what is this?" Fu Erniang asked when she saw this.

"Mother, who knows what this thing is?" Hearing this, Li Sanjian handed the purse to Fu Erniang.

It is a small pink purse in the shape of a delicate gourd, covered with a layer of cotton cloth, and embroidered with a delicate pattern with colored silk thread inside.

"What's that?" Fu Erniang said with a smile: "This is a matter of my daughter's family, maybe it is still a personal thing." ”

After Fu Erniang finished speaking, she opened the purse, only to see that it contained a jade note with some words written on it.

"There's still some fragrance, San Lang, look at it, my mother is illiterate." Fu Erniang then returned the jade note to Li Sanjian.

Li Sanjian nodded and took the jade note, only to see a line of juanxiu small letters written on it.

"When I heard the king, the concubine also regretted it. The gentleman's talent has been learned, and the concubine has been experienced. I hope you will try again in the coming year, and don't give up. ”

The font on the jade paper is delicate and neat, like a clear stream, and you can see at a glance that it is from the hand of a woman.

After Li Sanjian saw it, he was even more puzzled in his heart, so far, he only knew three women in Kaifeng Mansion in Song Tokyo, one was his mother Fu Erniang, and the other was Xiao Bean Sprouts, Xiao Bean Sprouts was not a woman, at most a little girl, and Fu Erniang was illiterate, of course, she couldn't write, Xiao Bean Sprouts learned a lot of Chinese characters from Li Sanjian, but Li Sanjian was very familiar with her font.

The rest is Li Qingzhao, but this letter is definitely not written by Li Qingzhao, the reason is that Li Qingzhao has seen the words written by Li Qingzhao, and he still has some impressions, and if Li Qingzhao has anything to say to Li Sanjian, then tell Li Sanjian directly, why bother to use letters? The two were already very familiar with each other at this time.

I don't know where Li Qingzhao is at this time? What was she thinking? Li Sanjian thought of this, and Li Qingzhao's pretty figure seemed to appear in front of him.

Li Qingzhao seemed to be pointing at Li Sanjian with his waist crossed, and he couldn't breathe with a smile.

Li Sanjian not only faced Fu Erniang shamelessly, but also was a little embarrassed to see Li Qingzhao again...

Who wrote it? Li Sanjian was puzzled.

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"Mother, I'm out." One morning a few days later, Li Sanjian changed into a pair of straw sandals and said hello to Fu Erniang, then turned around and went out.

This is a habit that Li Sanjian has developed for a long time, running and exercising every day, whether it is windy or rainy.

Li Sanjian especially likes to think while running, and I feel that my brain is very clear at this time.

If you want to survive in this world, no matter what you do in the future, you can't do without a good body, and even if you carry a big bag in the future, your body needs to be strong.

The shoes of this era are nothing more than boots and shoes, nothing more than leather boots, cloth shoes, cotton shoes, straw sandals and so on.

And leather boots, especially exquisite and expensive leather boots, are not something that Li Sanjian's family can afford to wear, and the wear and tear of running shoes is very large, so Li Sanjian can't afford cloth shoes and cotton shoes.

Li Sanjian can only run in straw sandals, and the straw sandals grind his feet, and if he can't get a few big bubbles on his feet, he will be ground out of several big bubbles, but fortunately, these straw shoes are hand-woven by Fu Erniang, and they are all soft materials, so the situation is much better.

It's not that the ground in Jingshi is hard bricks, and Li Sanjian wants to run barefoot.

"Come back early." Fu Erniang shouted at Li Sanjian's distant figure.

Li Sanjian is running and exercising, in the eyes of many people, he is a demented child, or suffering from madness, but Fu Erniang has long been used to it, and in a few years, Fu Erniang has long been used to it.

At the same time, Li Sanjian has been exercising for several years, and has gradually grown from a weak teenager to a tall young man, although Li Sanjian still has a little childishness on his face, but he is as black as ink, his eyes are like morning stars, the bridge of his nose is high, his body is straight, and he looks mentally abnormal.

Li Sanjian will soon turn seventeen.

This is also the happiest thing about Fu Erniang, which mother in this world doesn't want her child to grow up like this, to grow into a heroic man?

"This kid, running so fast?" When Fu Erniang spoke, Li Sanjian had already disappeared.

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Early morning in March in Kaifeng Province.

The sky has just revealed a trace of morning glow, and the weather is still a little cool, but the air on the edge of the Bianhe River is unusually fresh, and the breeze is gentle, which makes people feel unusually comfortable.

Many riverside shops have not yet opened for business, and there are still few pedestrians on the road, but at this time, the figure of a young man in short clothes and straw sandals on his feet by the Bianhe River has attracted the attention of pedestrians.

Not only did it attract the attention of some pedestrians, but even the inspection of the military patrol shops in the city was looking at Li Sanjian, and he was also puzzled in his heart.

The inspectors had the heart to come forward to interrogate, but Li Sanjian looked harmless to humans and animals, what could they ask?

Although this person was sick and ran wildly, he did not harm the others, so why bother himself? The inspectors are all in their hearts. Yunnan

Li Sanjian had long been accustomed to everyone's strange eyes, so he ignored it, and he was still walking like a fly, running happily.

At the same time, because of this, since then, Li Sanjian of Kaifeng Mansion has been nicknamed "Li Ranran".

This is a later story, so I won't show it for the time being.

Li Sanjian was running while thinking about the words on the jade note, and this person asked Li Sanjian not to give up the tribute and let him raise it again next year.

Not to mention that the triennial tribute is so long, let's just say that what if Li Sanjian falls again in the next tribute? Where should Li Sanjian go at that time?

This kind of thing is a common thing, after all, the carp leaping dragon gate is only a small handful of people among thousands of students in the world, it is extremely rare, and there are many people who have failed to succeed in repeated attempts.

At this time, Li Sanjian was seriously thinking about his future path, whether to continue to prepare for the next tribute, or to do something else?

But for Li Sanjian, who was born in poverty, there seems to be no other way out except tribute.

Song Zhi's entry into the office, in addition to the tribute, of course, there are many other ways, such as Enyin Tuien, but the way to enter the examination like Enyin is not good for Li Sanjian at all.

The rest is to join the army and do business, and Li Sanjian seriously considered whether he had the possibility of joining the army or doing business at this time.

No matter what, no matter what you do in the future, fill your stomach first and feed your family first, Li Sanjian secretly made up his mind in his heart.

"Ouch, slow down... Li Sanjian thought about it, and almost ran into a middle-aged man in his fifties as he ran.

Li Sanjian was more than half a head taller than this person, and his chin almost made "close contact" with this person's head.

"The kid was reckless, he bumped into the old man, offended! Offend! Li Sanjian, who was sweating profusely, hurriedly stopped and helped the crumbling middle-aged man.

"It's okay, it's okay." The middle-aged man waved his hand and smiled: "Just looking for you." ”

"Looking for me?" Li Sanjian asked in confusion when he heard this: "Uncle, do you know what?" ”

The two of you don't know each other, what is he looking for me? Li Sanjian said secretly in his heart.

The middle-aged man shook his head when he heard this.

I don't know what you want me to do? Li Sanjian saw that this person was fine, so he gave a salute and planned to continue running and exercising.

"Hey, hey, what are you running? My master is invited, wait, don't run. The middle-aged man saw that Li Sanjian had run away, so he shouted to stop Li Sanjian.

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Before the Song Dynasty, except for the royal family and nobles, people generally only ate two meals a day, that is, one at noon and one at night, in order to save food.

After the Song Dynasty, people gradually changed to eat breakfast, noon and evening three meals a day, along with the night market, the night market is also called the ghost market, with the development of the Song ghost market, the Song people in addition to three meals a day, maybe also have to eat supper, that is, eat three or four meals a day.

With the change of eating habits, there are many places that specialize in selling breakfast, such as restaurants, wine shops, tea shops, inns and other places where breakfast is sold.

"Little brother, my master is on top, please inside." The middle-aged man led Li Sanjian to a teahouse and said.

The teahouse is full of people, lively and abnormal, there are many people who come here, drink morning tea, eat breakfast, and hear interesting things when talking about it, some of which are similar to the appearance of Lingnan morning tea.

There is also a private room in the teahouse, of course, the fee charged by the elegant room is different.

"Xianggong, someone is invited." After the middle-aged man introduced Li Sanjian into the elegant room, he respectfully said to an old man in his sixties.

This old man has gray hair, wears a cyan "Dongpo scarf", wears a cyan Confucian robe, and exudes an elegant atmosphere all over his body.

What makes Li Sanjian feel abnormal is that this person's popularity is extraordinary, he lives and moves his body, and he has not been in the top position for a long time, so he does not have such a bearing.

"Zeng Fu, go find a dry shirt for him." Li Sanjian ran profusely and sweated, and the short clothes on his body were soaked with sweat, so the old man instructed Zeng Fudao.

"The little ones are going." Zeng Fu bowed in response, then turned around and went downstairs.

"Li Jieyuan, please take a seat." The old man then smiled at Li Sanjian and said.

"Thank you, sir!" Li Sanjian did not sit down immediately, but bowed down and said: "The kid doesn't dare to be presumptuous in front of the old man, the kid dares to ask the old man, how do you know your name?" ”

There were two old man's entourage or guards standing at the door, the two entourages were both strong, arrogant, and bulging at the waist, Li Sanjian's eyes were not blind, and he had already seen that this person must be extraordinary.

Therefore, Li Sanjian is respectful and respectful, and Li Sanjian is not a pedantic and arrogant person.

In the past few years, Li Sanjian has already practiced this set of etiquette very skillfully, which made the old man secretly praise.

The old man didn't answer, and asked Li Sanjian rhetorically: "Don't worry about how the old man knows your name, the old man just wants to ask Li Jieyuan, why did you run early in the morning?" ”

"This..." Li Sanjian thought for a while and replied: "This is a little bit of a health method, which makes the old man smile." ”

"How to keep fit?" The old man asked.