Yang Lin looked at the peasant girl who was far away, and regretted that he didn't ask for her name.

He widened his chest and said, "I look at this place, the scenery is very beautiful, there are mountain springs and streams, and the grass and trees are vigorous. Let's stop in the middle of the forest and have a picnic here.

If you don't have enough fun, you can set up a tent here, and we'll stay here tonight. ”

Everyone cheered, and the domestic servants, maidservants, maids, and others became busy.

Although Zhaodefang is extravagant, it will be boring to always be trapped inside, Yang Lin gave an order, and his concubines were happy.

Chongguiyi pulled him to a clear water pool, but saw a pool of green water, the spring water is clear, wide and afraid that there is not a three-acre square circle, the surrounding grass and trees are luxuriant, and the scenery is extremely beautiful.

Little Peach happily pulled him over to fish, Yang Lin was happy to rest here, anyway, someone hung fish food for him, and he could take a nap as soon as he sat on the spot.

The atmosphere of the Northern Song Dynasty is like this, and the so-called Cheng Zhu Lixue has not yet appeared, and the people have the charm of the Tang Dynasty, and it is not uncommon for the whole family to travel.

What's more, today is the last day, and after tonight, all the playgrounds on the outskirts of the city will be turned into ploughing fields.

Therefore, in the surrounding area, there are also many eunuchs and businessmen who come out to play, but they can't get here.

In this way, the safety of the family is also ensured, after all, there are forbidden guards outside.

Around the Bianhe River, it is quiet and relaxing.

An open space on the bank of the river, with a bamboo pole inserted into the ground, next to the river around a circle of cloth bib, only release the side of the river to view the scenery, the cloth bib inside the silk bamboo orchestra, faintly the sound of singing and music, I don't know who is here with prostitutes to play.

A group of scribes, with their hair tied up in their scarves, sat together and talked.

is nothing more than all kinds of anecdotes in Bianliang recently, and it still fell on the traitorous party monument.

Sima Guang, Su Shi, and Su Zhe are all famous and romantic figures, but they didn't expect to be beaten as traitors by Cai Jing and Yang Lin, and the monument was engraved in the imperial city, and all officials could see it in the court.

This move caused Shilin to criticize and write, and all kinds of poems came overwhelmingly, all of which were for the grievances of the "Yuanyou Old Party".

"How dare you be famous and have three handsome, and you can still enter the eight immortals by drinking. Fingers Chunxi left behind the old and young, and in the end Yuanyou was all a few people. ”

After chanting a poem, the people around cheered, as if they had drunk wine, pointing out the country and the mountains were very happy.

A man who passed by occasionally frowned, pressed his hat and left.

This person went around a few times, and after a while, he appeared in front of Yang Lin, and told Yang Lin everything he had seen and heard.

Yang Lin was in no mood for fishing, his brows were tightly locked, and he pondered. His reputation was already bad, and he was corrupted by this group of sour and rotten literati, if he suffered a big change, such as Jing Kang's shame or something, or if there was any big change in the court, he would definitely be pushed out as a scapegoat.

After all, the reputation is so stinky, killing one will calm the people's anger, in fact, many of what they do are for the benefit of the people.

But the people don't care about this, it's their nature to follow the crowd and blindly obey, they only know that they are arrogant and arrogant, slanderous and flattering.

I don't think about who ruled the Yellow River, who solved the food crisis for Bianliang, who squared the La, destroyed the Western Xia, and collected Dali...

At present, the unhealthy atmosphere of Shilin will soon become more and more intense, and almost all of those protégés and former officials of the old party of Yuanyou are scholars.

If one person comes to a few sour words and distorted poems, it will be completely irretrievable, and after the reputation stinks, it is extremely difficult to recover.

How to whitewash...

Yang Lin suddenly blessed his soul, what kind of person he is, he has been influenced by the media era of later generations, and he has seen too much whitewashing.

Those ugly behaviors that are exposed to the public by video and exposed to the eyes of the world can be successfully whitewashed and diverted, what is this?

Ordinary people, scholars, and officials, a few of them have seen Yang Lin, and a few of them really know him, but they are just spreading falsehoods.

As long as you build momentum and publicize your great achievements and noble character all over the world, it is not easy to wash your name.

Thinking of this, Yang Lin suddenly felt the fishing rod sink, and he threw a big fish hard.

The little face of the peaches who was holding back his strength to compete with him collapsed, and he stared at the water more intently.

But after seeing Yang Lin get up, he put the fish back into the river and stretched out his hand to call Lu Qian.

"Shaozai, you called me?"

Yang Lin nodded and said, "Is Yin Muhong here?" ”

"In the camp in the back, let's talk with Mrs. Ashale."

Yang Lin said: "Go and call him to me." ”

After a while, Yin Muhong came with his head held high, and at a glance, this guy saw that his waist was straight, dignified and elegant, with a white face and long hair, and he looked like a Confucian.

If it weren't for knowing that he had a bad stomach, Yang Lin would be in a trance every time he saw him, and felt that this person would not be so bad.

Yin Muhong bowed lightly and said, "Shaozai." ”

Yang Lin squinted at him, rolled his eyes, and said, "You now write a poem to praise this official." ”

With such a shameless request, Yin Muhong's face was not red or panting, as if he had heard something very normal, and muttered: "The government office is sleeping and knocking on the bamboo, don't be the voice of the people's suffering." Mo Yan lives high in Lingyun, and every branch and leaf is always concerned. ”

Yang Lin's eyes lit up, and he stroked his palm and said, "One more song!" ”

Yin Muhong began to pace, and said as he walked: "Shaozai went down to the south of the Yangtze River three times, and the breeze faced the sky with his sleeves. The people of Hangzhou sent each other to each other, only as a drunken mountain spring. ”

Yang Lin stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Lao Yin, you go now, gather a group of down-and-out literati, the more the better." Every day is enough to drink and eat, to sing poems, to praise me, to praise me, to praise me to death. It is best to provide entanglement, so that they can travel everywhere and leave the glorious deeds of their officials among the mountains and rivers of the Great Song Dynasty. ”

Yin Muhong's eyes lit up, and he nodded: "Xiaguan understands." ”

"After I go back, I will ask people to allocate money to you, remember not to feel sorry for the money, as long as you have poetry and fame, add extra money. You can grasp the scale of this point yourself, and I will give you 10,000 yuan every month! ”

Although he had long known about Yang Lin's generosity, Yin Muhong was still startled, chatting with his daughter just now, and every pearl on her head was a treasure.

I really don't know how much wealth the Yang family has amassed by relying on Yang Lin's power and the special mission of the Long Live Camp......

What's even more terrifying is that these riches are still increasing over the years, if nothing else, let's just say that in Xujiazhuang, Mizhou, there are many merchant ships coming and going on the harbor, I don't know how much money is hidden.

In the northwest, Jiangnan, and the soon-to-be-recovered southwest, the Banzai Camp has formed a trade route that runs through the entire Great Song Dynasty and connects the Eastern and Western Regions and Youyan Jiaozhi in the name of building Genyue Shoushan.

The treasures from all over the world have flowed into Genyue Shoushan for the emperor to enjoy, but how much energy is hidden in the Long Live Camp behind it.