Chapter 327: Feng Ge laughs at Kongqiu

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Duanyi walked out of the platform of Lin'an Railway Station.

When the Lin'an Railway Station was built, Zhao Youju asked for a three-story building with a large area and scale, but now it seems that he was still conservative at the beginning. In a country with a large population like the Great Song Dynasty, once railways and trains were born, their huge role and benefits were demonstrated. The development of industry and commerce has made the movement of people and goods more frequent and larger, and this station, which was originally considered large, is now slightly insufficient.

Therefore, in the factory gathering area outside the Lin'an city wall, construction has begun to start the construction of Lin'an North Station, and all freight trains will enter the North Station in the future.

At the station, Zhang Duanyi squinted and looked at it for a while, he hadn't been to Lin'an for many years, so the city felt strange to him.

"Don't get in the way!"

While he was looking, a man hit him from behind, and the man turned around and scolded him.

As the crowd walked out of the station square, people came and went on the street, Zhang Duanyi stood on the street a little dazed, and immediately someone came to greet him: "Officials can ask for cars, our Li Ji car dealership has the best car, all use the BMW car that seeks production, use the high-headed horse of Tamna Island, the driver is a veteran with several years of experience, to ensure that you run fast and steady, and the price is cheap!" ”

"Take ours, sit ours, we use the Mercedes-Benz carriage produced in Jinling, which is the most suitable for us in Jiangnan, but the cart is a retired military horse, tame and humane, the coachman is our old man in Lin'an, and they know the name of the place no matter how small!"

"Ours!"

"Ours!"

The carriage rental industry in Lin'an City is now very competitive, first of all, there are rickshaws to compete with it, rickshaws are clean, there is no smell of horses, and the cost is cheap, and the price is cheap, after all, feeding horses is not a small amount. Then there is the fierce competition between the carriage shops, and now there are six carriage shops of a certain scale in Lin'an City, and they will inevitably talk nonsense with each other. Under this kind of competition, it is difficult for a single driver to sustain himself, so he has to convert his cars and horses into shares, join the major car dealers, and maintain his own livelihood by virtue of the advantages of the group. Some time ago, vicious competition made all the major carriage and horse shops lose money and make money, and they wanted to set up a guild to raise the price, but they were reprimanded by Lin'an Mansion for a while, so they had to lower the price again.

Zhang Duanyi rubbed his forehead, only feeling that he was going to be stunned by these people who drank business.

"Go...... Jinling Secret News Newspaper, how much money does it cost? He asked, pulling a man.

"Each mile is five miles, and the Jinling Secret News Newspaper is ten miles according to this, but it is only fifty words!" The man replied with a grin.

"It's not expensive...... Zhang Duanyi thought to himself, then went to touch the money in his arms, and as soon as he put his hand in, the whole person froze: "Oops! ”

The twenty bills hidden in his arms and saved by his wife have disappeared.

His complexion changed greatly, although this qi discipline made his qi cultivation kung fu extremely high, but this kind of thing still made his limbs tremble.

"My money, my money!"

He first fumbled in his arms, then took off the burden from his shoulders and searched for it, but not only the money was gone, but also the manuscript he had written for the past two years.

"Oh my God!"

"Look at it, you have been robbed, do you have relatives and friends in Lin'an City, hurry up and find relatives and friends." Most of the people who wanted to solicit customers around him were now scattered, and only one of them shook his head and said to him when he left: "You are so old, how can you be so careless when you go out!" ”

"Who knew that in this Lin'an City, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, in the first good place, there would be such a thing!" Zhang Duanyi's face was full of bitterness, and he was really unfavorable for the past year.

Fortunately, there are still some scattered money on his body, adding up to a large half, he didn't dare to take the carriage anymore, so he walked forward, and saw a group of pedaling three-wheeled people parked on the side of the road, his heart couldn't help but move, there are also pedaling three-wheeled ones in Suzhou, the price is much cheaper than the carriage, he looked at the first sign with three words written on it, and beckoned to the man: "Brother, can you take me to "Jinling Secrets"? ”

The man kicked the car over with a grin, and a coachman next to him sneered: "There are many fools in this world, and the more you read, the more stupid that person becomes." ”

Zhang Duanyi ignored the coachman, he hired the car himself, and it was inevitable that he would complain there.

The pedaling was a man of about forty, who looked honest, didn't like to talk very much, pedaled the car very fast, and walked between the carriage and the bicycle without taboo, Zhang Duanyi was somewhat surprised, and almost hit pedestrians several times, which made Zhang Duanyi quite unhappy, and ordered a few times to pay attention, but the pedaling driver seemed to have not heard clearly. After a while, the coachman stopped the car: "I arrived, and the door number in front of me was the "Jinling Secrets" Society." ”

Zhang Duanyi looked at the huge door number, he got out of the car, took out a fifty-cent bill to the coachman, the coachman took it and stretched out a hand, Zhang Duanyi was surprised: "What? ”

"Not enough." The coachman said lightly.

"What?" Zhang Duanyi was puzzled: "How is it not enough, isn't it three articles per mile?" ”

"Thirty wen per mile." The coachman turned over the sign and showed it to Zhang Duanyi, Zhang Duanyi saw it clearly this time, behind the big "three" on the brand, there was a small "ten" that people didn't pay attention to. His face immediately turned red, ashamed and angry, ashamed that he finally understood why the coachman of the square car sneered and said that he was a fool, and angry that the coachman who pedaled the car was clearly blackmailing himself!

"You're so unreasonable, how can you make such a living, don't you want to be a repeat customer?" Zhang Duanyi shouted.

"Take the money, and if you don't take the money, you will see the official with me." The coachman's face did not change, and his appearance still looked honest, but in Zhang Duanyi's eyes, he looked hateful. Judging from the frosty look on this husband's face, he is indeed a hard-working person, just like those textile girls in Zhang Duanyi's pen, but Zhang Duanyi himself is not a hard-working person? If you are rich and rich, how can you be greedy for this cheap and take this rickshaw?

The same people who suffer in the world, why harm each other!

An unprecedented anger made Zhang Duanyi grit his teeth and creak, he had learned martial arts in his youth, and he had always boasted of being both civil and military, although he was now over half a hundred years old, but it was not yet time to be unable to move. He was still waiting for the coachman to reason, but there was a group of idlers watching the excitement next to him.

Zhang Duanyi sighed, took out the only remaining money in his arms, counted out two hundred and fifty wen, handed it over to the coachman, and then looked at the remaining less than one hundred, shook his head, and brushed his clothes away.

After all, he couldn't let go of his scholar's face, and argued with such villains in public.

Half an hour later, he came out of "The Secret of Jinling" with a depressed expression, and stood on the streets of Lin'an, the capital of the Great Song Dynasty, blankly, only feeling that this lively and beautiful city seemed to have nothing to do with him. All the bustle and prosperity belonged to someone else, and he was like a poor child standing outside the glass window, looking greedily at the exquisite sweets in the window, and at the rich children who sat in the spacious and bright room and munched on it.

And himself, nothing.

Staying in front of "Jinling Secrets" for a while, he took aimless steps, walking on the streets of Lin'an City, I don't know how long it took, but it was getting late, he walked to the most spacious royal street, looked at the lights on both sides, and couldn't help but sigh sadly and angrily.

It's the most beautiful city, but outside of it, how many people are still struggling to make ends meet. Officials and wealthy businessmen live here, drinking fine wine in bright glasses, talking elegantly and elegantly, but how many little people mourn in those alleys and poor streets!

The Great Song Dynasty is strong, but the increasingly abundant treasury will make the people's lives better!

"There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, sheltering the cold people in the world, and the wind and rain are not moving, and they are as safe as mountains! Woohoo, when you suddenly see this house in front of you, it is enough for me to freeze to death alone! ”

On September 11, the seventh year of Yanhuang, just after the Double Ninth Festival, on the royal street of Lin'an City, Zhang Duanyi chanted Du Fu's "Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" like a madman, and his voice was sad and sad.

Carriages passed by him, and he didn't know it, and the carriages didn't seem to hear him, and they were like two completely parallel worlds, never to intersect.

Just as he had been chanting many times, a carriage that had passed behind him suddenly stopped, and a person came out of the cart and said happily: "I heard the voice familiarly, it is indeed you, brother Zhengfu and brother!" ”

Zhang Duanyi was stunned, and when he saw that the person was Wei Liaoweng, the governor of Xiangshen, he was first happy, and then he felt ashamed, covered his face with his sleeves, turned around and wanted to leave.

Wei Liaoweng ran over from behind - he was in good health, and it was related to the fact that the Son of Heaven forced them to exercise every day, and grabbed Zhang Duanyi's arm: "Okay, you Zhang Duanyi, when you see me, you will leave, don't you want to learn from Xu You's ears and refuse to listen to me, a layman in the field?" ”

Wei Liaoweng and Zhang Duanyi have been friends for a long time, and when they were both young, they traveled to study in Jingnan, and they knew each other at that time. Over the years, Wei Liaoweng has been up and down in the Huan Hai, and Zhang Duanyi has been relatively down, and now Wei Liaoweng is even more involved in political affairs, and has won the trust of the Son of Heaven, while Zhang Duanyi is idle at home, so although there is a correspondence, but they have not met for a long time.

"Righteous and down-and-out, there is really no face to see the old man." Seeing that Wei Liaoweng was still as affectionate as he was back then, Zhang Duanyi sighed, he was originally a bold personality and talkative, so he explained.

"Where is the downfall, it is clearly a madman who learns from Chu, and he is a phoenix song on the street and warns the world." Wei Liaoweng spoke much more smoothly now, and he had learned a little from Cui and the old fox, and he smiled and pulled Zhang Duanyi into his car: "Old friends who haven't seen each other for many years, today is convenient for a small gathering at the foolish brother's house!" ”

After getting in the car, Wei Liaoweng asked why Zhang Duanyi came here, Zhang Duanyi was ashamed to say that he was looking for someone to publish a book for himself, but he had not come to Lin'an for many years, and he heard that Lin'an was far from what it used to be, so he came here to play, but was stolen by thieves.

"These days, there are indeed a lot more thieves on the train and at the station." Wei Liaoweng nodded: "I read it in the newspaper, and it is said that some thieves from other places have formed a group - when did you find out that something was stolen?" ”

Zhang Duanyi didn't care, he said the time and place, the matter of the coachman, he was thin-skinned after all, and he didn't say it.

Although Confucius once said that the old man did not say anything about food and sleep, but there was no such attention in the private relations of the literati. There is a big gap between the two now, Zhang Duanyi wants to speak, he is always afraid that Wei Liaoweng will think that he is tending to be inflammatory, and Wei Liaoweng cherishes the original friendship very much, and does not want to make himself appear domineering. Therefore, the conversation between the two at the banquet revolved around the potato corn.

"After several years of improvement, now in the flow of potatoes per mu, has reached more than 800 catties, corn per mu, has also exceeded 600 catties, as well as sweet potatoes and pumpkins, the yield is very large, and now I have the Song Dynasty and Yanyun and the Northeast, especially the Northeast, although the winter is cold, but the land is extremely fertile, all of the fertile black soil. I thought that if corn and potatoes could be planted in the northeast, the grain output of the Great Song Dynasty would be able to rise to a large level, and there would be no hungry people in the world, which might be realized. This is Wei Liaoweng is saying.

Now the price of rice and flour has fallen by 30% compared with five years ago, and if it falls again, it will be unprofitable for the people to grow grain, and if it is not profitable, they will change to grow cotton, mulberry and hemp, or sugarcane, etc., when there is less grain, the price of grain will rise again, and I am afraid that some people will starve." Hearing Wei Liaoweng so optimistic, Zhang Duanyi couldn't help but say, but as soon as the words came out, he felt speechless.

"What the righteous husband and brother said is very true, so His Majesty is able to govern the farm, which is more efficient than the scattered cultivation of the people, and easy to manage by the government, which cannot restrict every household of all kinds of things, but can require the farm to grow a certain proportion of the value of grain. For example, this year, the proportion of grain sown in Huaibei farms is 3 into 5, and the government will confiscate the output of their fields if they do not reach this number in random inspections. ”

"Hua's father and brother don't know, some time ago, the Suzhou newspaper called Gusu Yiwen, there was an article called Mao Yuzhi, saying that the Great Song Dynasty did not need to limit the proportion of cultivated land in this way, it was really full of nonsense, saying that if the Great Song Dynasty was short of food, it would naturally be possible to buy grain from Goryeo, the Wa Kingdom, Annan and even the Great Western Xia, if the country did not sell grain and my Great Song Dynasty, it must be something wrong with my Great Song Dynasty!" Zhang Duanyi sneered: "Why do you dare to let out such words, it's just that there are people behind it, the owners of those big manors are unwilling to grow grain according to the proportion set by the imperial court, and spend money to invite such a mad man to come ......"

"I also know that this guy was originally from Jinling, and he once went to find Yelu Chucai to peddle his half-baked economic skills, but he hit a big nail, and he didn't expect to run to Suzhou." Wei Liaoweng snorted: "The official family is lenient and benevolent, so those who are allowed to bewitch the public with such evil words exist!" ”

Note 1: The first time the rider took his virtuous wife to travel, came out of the Summer Palace in the imperial capital, and was ready to go to the long-awaited Peking University, he was so ruthlessly slaughtered, money is a trivial matter, and it feels really bad to be fooled, so that he only shook it in front of the north gate and left, although it was an old thing four years ago, but he still lingered.