Gossip, Han Jiang is still very interested in listening.

Especially the matter of the forbidden army of the North Battalion directly under the Lin'an Mansion.

Han Jiang said: "Let's hear it." ”

Qian Kuan's voice was very low: "Yes, the Beida Camp of Lin'an Mansion has a quota of 27,000 people, the actual number is 22,004, and the officials plus the small officials add up to 10,000 and 100, and the entire Beida Camp can travel three miles in armor, less than 700 people." Whoever uncovers this scar, who dies, has no martial arts. ”

Han Jiang's face turned white after hearing this.

Of the 27,000-strong troops, only less than 700 can still be used, and what is the rest?

Manure machine!

Han Jiang looked at Qian Kuan, he wanted to ask, is this true?

Without waiting for Han Jiang to ask, Qian Kuan continued: "Ask me how I know, I am forty-five this year, I have eaten military rations for thirty years, and I am also an officer, leading two hundred soldiers, and I can live as cheap as a dog." ”

Han Jiang believed it at this time.

Qian Kuan is a complete veteran oilman, and his words are credible.

It's just that the news is so shocking.

But if you think about it again, Han Jiang didn't feel any surprises, he had heard a lot of stories about the Song Dynasty in his previous life, and there were only a few Song troops that could really fight, and the rest were mixed numbers.

It's just that why Qian Kuan said this to himself.

Han Jiang asked in a low voice, "Then do you like money, or do you want to fight back Yanyun?" ”

Qian Kuan laughed.

"I like money, and when I have money, I have wine and meat. Yanyun, I want to die in Yanyun, and I can be regarded as dying and going home. ”

This sounds very tragic, this topic can't be continued, and if Qian Kuan asks Han Jiang to express an attitude on this matter or something, Han Jiang really can't answer.

What's more, Han Fu is a notoriously traitorous minister. Han Jiang smiled and raised the bowl: "I also like money, drink a bowl for money." ”

"Shaojun treats us as a person, and this bowl respects Shaojun." Qian Kuan raised the bowl and was about to touch it, but he hesitated halfway through his hand, he was a lowly big soldier, don't look at the young age in front of him, don't talk about the Han family or anything, this is also an earl.

"Drink up." Han Jiang didn't mind touching the bowl with Qian Kuan at all, this action made many people stunned for a moment, Qian Kuan changed from one hand to holding the bowl with both hands, and drank it all.

Han Si was thinking in his heart, how to report this matter to the lord Han Yanxuan when he went back.

Let's talk about Maywood.

The night banquet here in Meiwu was almost over, and the servants of the Han Mansion sent the poems written by Han Jiang.

Qian Jingyi took the folded letter and handed it directly to Lu You without opening it.

The servant who delivered the letter said, "Lord, the servant of the Han Mansion brought a message when he sent the letter. ”

"Speak."

"The young gentleman of the Han family said that he couldn't compose a poem, and he memorized this poem. Just because his elders asked him to write a poem, he had to write it, but he didn't dare to be perfunctory, so he had to copy a poem pieced together. It's just that this poem didn't have an author originally, and it can't be regarded as copying someone else's poem. ”

After listening to the servant's words, Qian Jingyi just waved his hand.

Lu You read the poem, nodded slightly, and passed the poem to others.

After reading it, Yang Wanli said: "It seems to be a poem used by the wise man to teach his son and nephew." ”

Qian Jingyi didn't answer, just listened to everyone's discussion.

Ma Yuan laughed: "The poem is good, it's just that this word has to be practiced." ”

Qian Jingyi said at this time: "That's right, the handwriting is too poor." ”

Lu You asked: "It's not that the Qian family is his teacher, and he didn't teach him to write." ”

Qian Jingyi shook his head: "I checked the family tree, the main room, the side room, and the branch room, and I can't think of who taught him." This doll can't tell lies in this matter, and he doesn't need to cling to my Qian family, so he definitely won't recognize the teacher, there must be a reason for this, but there is no need to ask hard about this matter. ”

"Yes, if he gives him the money to apprentice, I will teach him." Yang Wanli took the initiative to take the matter.

Lu You asked: "You teach, how to teach." ”

"Teach him to write."

"Really?"

Yang Wanli nodded: "The first one will teach him to write that refutation of Fengyue." ”

Lu You shook his head: "What do you mention about the past." ”

Back then, He Tang was the doctor of admonition, the one who impeached Lu You, and then Lu You lost his official position on the charge of mocking Fengyue, and He Tang was supported by Han Yanxuan to become the doctor of admonition.

Yang Wanli said: "Han Jiefu has accepted a good son. ”

Good son?

Han Yanxuan felt that he had invited back an ancestor, a little ancestor.

Han Jiang was still drinking in a big bowl, Han Yan rubbed his forehead, and watched the main hall of the Han family stage a full martial arts.

The old stewards of the Qian and Wu families are old, and their legs and feet are not very flexible, but they can't stand who doesn't have a few children and grandchildren.

Don't say anything about a noble servant with status, even Han An rolled up his sleeves and got started.

"Fight, you bunch of waste, you can't even win a fight, go down, crutch, over there, hit your nose, pull your ears." Wu Song was afraid of the chaos of the world, and he was still fanning the flames there.

The servants saw that the heads of the two families did not stop, and no one was willing to lose, except for the tricks that could not be used such as buttoning eyeballs and cutting off children and grandchildren's feet, hugging, falling, kicking, punching, elbowing, all that could be used were used.

Finally, a group of noisy panting old men sat down, tired.

Then, a group of middle-aged and young people with blue noses and swollen faces also sat down, in addition to being tired, their bodies were still very painful.

Han Yanxuan picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, and was about to scold a few people. Wu Song took the lead: "Tired of scolding? Tired? Okay, let's go and rest, and when Brother Jiang comes back, he will deal with you. . ”

The people on both sides of the Han Mansion and the Wu Mansion supported each other and saluted, and then retreated in turn.

Seeing that everyone was leaving, Han Yanxuan put the tea bowl down: "What's the matter, these goods are angry." ”

Wu Songle smiled: "There is still something to make trouble in the backyard of the house, our two families run Yanzhou, and they have a lot of grievances against each other. If you want to talk about things, sometimes these little things will be held back for a long time, and there will be a big mess, but I don't know that the craftsmen of Hanfu can actually build a large water wheel car of one zhang and six feet, and spin thirty catties of hemp more than ordinary machines in one hour. ”

Han Yanxuan asked rhetorically: "You don't even know that you have sixteen yarn cars at home, and the best yarn cars in Lin'an Mansion are only eight flowers." ”

"I really don't know."

Wu Song didn't talk nonsense, he was thinking about these things.

Yanzhou now wants to be jointly managed by the two governments, so the workshops and the like must have a relatively unified rule in the import of raw materials, processing, and sales, and will not cause competition between them.

Of course, mutual help and collaboration are also indispensable.

But just started talking, because both sides were guarding their own unique skills and more advanced machines, and after the quarrel, the resentment that had been suppressed for a long time broke out.