In the sixth year of Zhongping, one morning in February.

Although the sky has not yet cleared, the figure of scavengers can already be seen faintly outside Luoyang City. A bitter cold wind blew through the barren fields, and the flags on the city's head made a "whoosh" sound against the wind. The sentry cleaned the streets in a new look, and all the snow that had been piled up overnight was piled up under the base of the city walls, and the stacks were thicker than people. Waiting for the cold wind to blow and form ice cubes is shiny, which is also very beautiful.

In the middle of the hour, a horse-drawn carriage drove into the city gates in the wind and snow.

The coachman waved his horsewhip, and wanted to shout twice, but he did not hesitate to inhale a mouthful of snow foam, but coughed.

At this time, a gentle voice came from inside the car:

"It's cold."

"Yes, sir."

He glanced back gratefully, then raised his whip and hurried harder.

In these years, not every adult will care about the well-being of a coachman, not to mention the adult sitting in the carriage at the moment, how noble his identity is!

The carriage drove into the streets of Luoyang City, leaving two rows of deep ruts in the snow.

When the carriage left, the two guards looked in the direction where the carriage had disappeared and whispered.

"Could it be Yang Yushi sitting in that carriage just now?"

"Which Yang Yushi?"

"Naturally, it is the newly appointed imperial history of Zhishu last winter - Yang Lin."

"Could it be that Yang Zhubo, who is in charge of the clerks in the county government? When did he make the imperial history? ”

"Do you know: last October, his father sent a lot of money to the general He Jin, and he has been promoted to the imperial history as appropriate by relying on this relationship."

"Spit! It turned out to be a second ancestor who took a shortcut and was promoted. ”

"Shhhhh

"Hey, Zhishu Yushi, just a sesame petty official, what am I afraid of him?"

"Brother, you can ignore others, but even if you are a general, you have to pay three points of respect to this person."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Because the historian is responsible for recording, sorting, and revising, he can manipulate right and wrong, reverse black and white, and even arbitrarily judge everyone's merits and demerits. Therefore, such people are the least to be offended. ”

"So this person, although he has a humble position, has extraordinary power?"

"Yes, and the historian's connections in officialdom have reached an incredible level."

"Because they're in charge of writing history?"

"Because the writers of history have always been a bunch of sycophant bastards."

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The suburbs of Luoyang, the Marquis of Jin's mansion.

"Oh, that's great."

Yang Lin stepped out of the carriage and shook the clothes on her body. He gave the coachman some loose pieces of silver, and told him to rest outside the door.

Then there was a knock on the door of the Marquis of Linjin's mansion, and an old butler in his sixties with gray hair opened the door.

Yang Lin smiled and said hello to the old man: "Master Dong, Yang is here to disturb again." ”

"Lord Yang, you are outside" The old housekeeper warmly greeted Yang Lin into the door, "The master is still in the morning court, I heard that you came back from Hanoi, and the lady is waiting in the house early in the morning" Speaking of this, he suddenly noticed that Yang Lin was holding a bag in his hand, and said suspiciously: "This is ......"

"This is her favorite," Yang Lin said as she walked into the yard, "Send it to the kitchen and eat it while it's fresh." ”

The old butler promised, and then took the bag from Yang Lin's hand.

Yang Lin asked again, "Where is my cousin now?" ”

"I'm studying in the house."

"Okay."

He replied, and walked in the direction of Jasher.

Walking into the courtyard, a crisp voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Don't move, the biggest liar in the world."

A smile appeared on the corner of Yang Lin's mouth, and she raised her hands obediently.

"I surrender." He said.

As soon as the words fell, I heard the voice behind him spit disdainfully, and a child who was about six or seven years old pouted and walked around in front of Yang Lin. He was holding a bamboo sword in his hand, wearing silk and satin, and there was a sense of immaturity between his eyebrows.

"Surrender every time, you're so boring." The child was dissatisfied with Yang Lin's reaction and complained quietly.

"Childe's swordsmanship is superb, how can I be your opponent."

"Are you embarrassed to tell me this kind of deception to children?"

"Because you're a child, too."

“……”

"I'm different." The child puffed up his chest proudly and said, "I am Yang Xiu, the son of Yang Biao." ”

"Yes, you are the most beloved little boy in the neighborhood."

Yang Xiu looked at Yang Lin, his eyes full of doubts.

"Have you offended someone again, I heard that the city has been saying bad things about you everywhere these days."

“…… Maybe, maybe someone doesn't like me. ”

"Haha, who asked you to shoot the sycophants of those corrupt officials, now your reputation is like a rotten egg, and any basin that can't find anyone will be buckled on your head."

"You don't know these vulgar words" Yang Lin smiled lightly, and then changed the conversation and said: "You have talent, but in the future, when you go to officialdom, don't be open-mouthed." ”

"Hey, who's going to listen to you sycophant."

"I'm thinking about you. As the old saying goes, if you listen to it, you will be clear, and if you listen to it, you will be dark......"

"Oh my God, why are you as verbose as my dead wife?"

Yang Xiu covered his ears in distress and looked at Yang Lin with resentment.

Yang Lin smiled and said nothing, he has always had his own way of dealing with difficult children.

"How's your father doing?"

"He? He eats a lot and sleeps well now, not to mention how comfortable he is. ”

"Well, of course, you have to rest more while you're free, and he's going to have trouble sleeping and eating before long."

"What do you mean? Is there going to be a war? ”

Yang Lin smiled lightly and touched Yang Xiu's forehead.

"Do a good job, little boy."

Then, he walked through the courtyard and into the inner courtyard of the Hou Mansion.

——————

The inner courtyard of the Hou Mansion, an inconspicuous house. The interior of the house is simply furnished, with a pot of orchids on the quaint table and a few calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall. Near the wall is a bookscase with half a wall of books. The books are beautifully bound and seem to be expensive, indicating that the owner is a lover of books.

There is a small square table and two chairs in the hall. There was a stove at the door, and the charcoal fire was blazing, and the water on the stove was already boiling.

Yang Lin walked into the house, and a few cases ago, a classical beauty with peach blossom eyes and flowing hair was reading a codex.

She was wearing an amber Liuxian dress, and noticed Yang Lin walking into the room, raised her head, and showed a gentle smile.

"You're back."

Yang Lin smiled lightly, walked to the classical beauty with her hands behind her back and looked at it a few times, and said, "You are fat again." ”

The classical beauty suddenly raised her eyebrows, and said angrily: "You are going to die, I have always been paying attention." ”

Yang Lin smiled faintly, pursed her lips and did not answer.

She is Yang Lin's cousin, the wife of Yang Biao, Marquis of Linjin, Yang Xue.

"You left in a hurry, and you didn't say hello to me," Yang Xuewan said with a smile, "I heard that you went back to Hanoi?" ”

"Yes, there is a business that I have to come up with."

"What business?"

"Yes...... Forget it, I still won't tell you. ”

"Tell me."

"It's related to the Sima family, you know that I've been very close to Sima Lang recently."

"The kid of the Sima family is flamboyant, you do things with him, be careful of being deceived by him."

"Don't worry," Yang Lin curled the corners of her mouth and said lightly, "They are the most trustworthy in trading." ”

"What are you talking about?"

"It's about politics, I can't tell you."

“……”

"Don't look at me so resentfully, I really can't tell you."

"Forget it, I'm not rare to know" Yang Xue pouted dissatisfiedly and said, "That's ...... Did you bring any souvenirs back from this trip? ”

Yang Lin raised his finger and pointed outside the house and said with a smile: "The beef in Hanoi is delicious and chewy, and I have already instructed the housekeeper to send it to the kitchen." ”

"Yo, you know my heart." Yang Xue sat up from the chair, stretched, and took a cautious step.

"I'm really fat." Yang Lin looked at her ass and said.

"What's your business?" Yang Xue choked him angrily, and then walked out the door.

Yang Lin shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm leaving, if I have time, I'll come back to visit." ”

Yang Xue sent Yang Lin all the way to the carriage, and before leaving, she waved her hand at Yang Lin.

"It's windy outside, go back quickly," Yang Lin's mouth turned up slightly, "Don't let the child in your womb catch a cold." ”

Yang Xue's face turned red, stroked her stomach, and walked back to the house.

Yang Lin indifferently pulled the curtain of the carriage.

"I'm home."

The road is full of wind and snow.

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Yang Lin returned to the mansion and did not go to his bedroom, but went directly to a row of wings on the north side.

Walk into a room, and in the room, there is a spiritual platform, lit by a row of white candles, and on the altar are offerings and incense burners.

It is an ancestral hall dedicated to ancestors. The hall is made of blue bricks and red tiles, and the roof supported by Douglas wood is more than three and a half meters high, wrapped with holy white silk, and a thick futon has already been laid in front of the mourning platform.

The rich man who adopted him back then had passed away a long time ago.

He could have lived a life of abundance and food with the assets left by that man.

It may be boring to be 20 years old and 60 years old, but in this chaotic era, this kind of life is the most precious.

Yang Lin gave up this life. He used the money to go into business, and after earning back ten times the profit, he took all the money to bribe officials.

Governing the history of the book is only the first step in his career in the sea, a starting point.

Therefore, Yang Lin's life plan was understood as early as the age of nine.

Yang Lin walked into the ancestral hall, knelt on the futon, and respectfully lit three incense sticks.

"Father, you must be surprised, guess why I spent money to get into the office?"

He kowtowed three times to his adoptive father's throne and inserted incense into the censer.

"If you guessed, you'd be surprised again."