There were still a lot of bread, more than one hundred, but there was gauze underneath. The yamen runner stepped forward to grab the gauze and suddenly "confiscated". Another yamen runner walked up to Song Jiu and said, "Jiulang, the prefectural chief is welcome."

Zhao Kuangyi said he should be a lie, but he could not really be a lie. He didn't even have the ability to observe his face and look at him. What qualifications are there to be to be a yamen runner in Kaifeng Prefecture? Song Jiu looked up at Zhao Kuangyi and laughed. Power-minded and tricked, Zhao Kuangyi could defeat a hundred Song Jiu. But Song Jiu was not stupid, and the move to the grave was a big deal. Song Jiu heard a little. He also deliberately asked his elder sister, Xiande moved the grave to build the outer wall of Tokyo, and that Song Jiu was born, and that Song Jiu was only a few years old. The elder sister was already married, and Song Jiu could not remember it. The elder sister would definitely remember it. After asking, he realized that it was even more exaggerated than what Zhao Kuangyi said. There were ordinary people beating the yamen runners. In the end, the imperial court dispatched the imperial guards.

Zhao Kuangyi didn't feel very happy to see him looking at him. Can he be happy to see him advertising?

Song Jiu was not afraid. At this time, Zhao Kuangyi had a little bit of a slight personality, but before he became a master of chemistry, he was still a good prefect, with outstanding abilities, and would win people's hearts, and would not really do anything to him.

He walked over with a smile and suddenly heard a angrily voice: "Big Mother, I really want to eat it."

Song Jiu turned his head and saw an old woman on the side of the road with two children, with a pottery bowl in front of her, with a few cents in it. The old woman was in her fifties, the boy with two children was six or seven years old, and the girl was only three or four years old, and the girl was talking to her. Song Jiu looked at them, and the child said again: "Dad, I want to eat."

Called Daddy Song Jiu.

The old woman covered the child's mouth.

Yuping said, "So pitiful."

Song Jiu snatched a few large bread from the yamen runners. There were beggars in the capital, but not many, but this year, the river suffered a drought. When the Song Dynasty founded, the two taxes were not heavy, and the base area had ten taxes and one 20 taxes, and there were not many harsh officials. It was a tax that was light taxes, but the output was too low. Once there were natural disasters and man-made disasters, many people had to be displaced and eat when they went out. The court seemed to send people to provide disaster relief and tax exemption, but some beggars were exiled to foreign lands, including the capital.

I wonder if it was the victim in the river, so I took the bread to the old woman and asked, "Mom, where are the children's parents?"

"Dead," the old woman replied barefootly.

"Eat, eat," Song Jiu handed the bread to the two children, snatched a few bread from the yamen runners and handed it to the old woman.

Just a small action.

Zhao Kuangyi's heart suddenly became soft after seeing it. No matter what, although Song Jiu was naughty, he was like the lawless monkey, but his heart was not evil. He also walked to the old woman and asked, "Where are you from?"

"Eunuch, I am from Qinzhou."

"Qinzhou people?" Zhao Kuangyi frowned, and the answer was also unexpected by Song Jiu. Qinzhou belonged to the border between Song and Han, and was affected by drought this year. The people in the river lived a hard life, and the Northern Han would be even more miserable. Of course, it was easier to understand if the children died. Song Han fought, and many laborers in the Northern Han died in battle. There were orphans and widows everywhere. When there was a disaster, the mother starved to death. As a grandmother, she had to escape like the Song Dynasty. Zhao Kuangyi took a few more steps and said, "Song Jiu."

"exist."

"This kid calls you dad..."

A group of yamen runners were all happy with bread.

Song Jiu had to cough dryly, and Zhao Kuangyi said seriously: "It's also considered that you are destined to be a servant in your house. There is no big problem with asking the old woman to come to your house to be a servant and clean it for you, right?"

Song Jiu was in a dilemma.

Yuping pulled the corner of Song Jiu's erection and said, "Jiulang, just accept them."

Song Jiu nodded.

Zhao Kuangyi said to the yamen runners again: "You will keep one of you, and the rest will be scattered to the children of poor families."

This kid is so terrible that he might be able to sell 500,000 yuan per person in the future. The poor children can eat it. When the yamen runners went down to hand in the bread, Zhao Kuangyi asked, "You are making trouble yourself, why are you making trouble with your students?"

"The second king, there is no nonsense."

"not yet!"

"The two kings, I am making a metaphor. When I rented the walls of the people on both sides of the Imperial Street, the yamen joked that I was stupid because I was too much money. In fact, I am not stupid. Everyone does not understand its value. It is not just one hundred yuan a year, but one thousand yuan a year is worth it."

Zhao Kuangyi still didn't understand what advertisements were, but the nature of this distribution bread and that hanging painting was similar. He did not comment on this.

"To give another metaphor, for example, Dr. Yan and Dr. Zhang are square and gentlemen, but what if they were asked to serve as officials or officials in the local area? Our dynasty was invented, and the system was not strict, and the system was not strict, the more the easier it was to find loopholes. They used corrupt officials to use harsh officials to meat the people. Therefore, they not only needed the moral integrity of officials, but also had the ability to adapt to changes. These students did not know how the court would use it, but they would definitely use some people, and they would use it one after another in the future. The rules of the teacher were established, to educate people. The officials took them to see the scene of gunpowder explosion, so that they could personally feel the strength of knowledge and learn hard. The officials brought them to promote bread to help them learn to adapt. In this way, they would become moral and capable officials in the future."

It cannot be said that Song Jiu was wrong, but it was difficult for people in this era to understand. Reading is just reading hard!

Zhao Pu read half of the Analects and was a good prime minister, but the later scholars and officials read more than the Analects and I don’t know how many Confucian books they read. What’s the result? It should be said that the scholars and officials in the Song Dynasty were not too evil, but the Ming Dynasty was hateful. So the whole dynasty entered the Central Plains and stopped asking for democracy. They were not even qualified to be slaves. When they talked with the emperor, they had to kneel down, instead of talking while standing and sitting, but they were all very honest and obedient. It’s strange!

Some Zhao Kuangyi didn't understand it, but he was a person with high IQ. The tighter his eyebrows were flirting, and he didn't refute it. Finally, he asked: "Where are the two doctors?"

"They took some students to teach on the river bank."

Let Song Jiuzhi go.

"I know, if you promote bread, I just move my grave away and you post it again, so the people in the capital will become a household name for your bread."

"The two kings are wise, and those who get it easily will not cherish it too much. Just like the two kings who get gunpowder so hard, they will cherish it instead of treating it as a path."

"Go!" Zhao Kuang rushed over with loyalty, but couldn't say anything. He said to Yuping again: "Madam Yu, have you heard it? You won't cherish what you get."

He said that he took a group of yamen runners away, but left a problem for Song Jiu. Seeing the old woman, the old woman nervously put her two children in her arms and said, "My descendants of the Zhang family will not be your slave."

In fact, Song Jiu is annoying. He is so free and comfortable. There are students taking turns to clean the yard. He only has a few pieces of clothes and does not do any physical work. He just washes it and then solves it. As for what to eat, he will do it when he is happy. If he is unhappy, he will go to his elder sister to eat and compensate her in the future. But now there are three more people out of thin air. What can an old woman do? The two children still need to take care of them. Slaves, even if I take slaves, I can't take slaves like you.

The girl stretched out her dirty little hand and shouted at Song Jiu: "Dad."

"He is not your father!" The old woman wanted to beat him. Yuping grabbed him and said softly: "My mother, Jiulang is a good person, specializing in teaching children's knowledge. If you are not at ease, you can sign a contract and foster it in Jiulang's house first. When the child is a little older, you can set up your own business."

"I can't read." said the old woman.

It cannot be said that the old woman is unreasonable. The status of slaves in the Tang Dynasty was low. Since Zhou Wei, Chai, Rong and Zhao Kuangyin and the other two worked hard, this ugly habit was gradually corrected. There were people who traded people, especially women, concubines, maids and prostitutes. That could not be considered as selling. It was just the sales period, how much money, how many years I served you, after this time, I became free. I felt good and could continue to stay. Of course, there were some bad stories, such as the wife of the Prime Minister and Emperor Teacher Chen Zhizhong's family forced several slaves to death, but this shocked the world. In the end, Chen Zhizhong stopped preaching. In short, it was many times better than the Tang Dynasty. However, the system in the Northern Han Dynasty was still very backward, and the old woman's son was killed by the Song army. Although she was forced to flee to the Song Dynasty for life, she had an instinctive hatred for the Song Dynasty.

A group of students were unhappy, and they were pitiful, but they could not misunderstand Mr. Jiu. They accused the old woman of being ungrateful. Some people in the capital also heard about Song Jiu's deeds. This young man was still good. When they were young, their parents went there early, and the people of Hezhong took care of him. When they grew up, they immediately returned to Hezhong and Daxing education. Seeing that, the people of other yards felt jealous. There was no such scholar in their own yard? So they advised them, "Don't be ignorant, that is the order of the two kings, otherwise you would not be able to enter the Song family." Song Jiulang had not accepted it. If he accepted it, the children of our beloved family would be willing to send them to the Song family for feeding.

After hearing this, the old woman believed and questioned Song Jiu: "You really don't let my grandson be a slave?"

"It's true."

"Are you such a good person?"

"A good person is not considered a bad person, but he cannot be considered a bad person." Song Jiu sweated on his forehead.

"My granddaughter is not your daughter."

“…It’s true…No!”

"I want that two kings to be witnesses."

Not only the students were stunned, but Yuping was stunned, and the people around her were dumbfounded. Song Jiu gritted his teeth and said, "Okay."

He took the three of them to Kaifeng Prefecture and bought fabrics on the way. In the Song Dynasty, "the scholars and common people competed to make women's crowns with deer skin, and the mountain people caught fetal deer. When they went to Xuanhe, the women's clothing was still gathered for Cuiyu, and they were nearby. In other words, women's clothes were brave enough to wear anything, but there was no decent garment store. They had to buy fabrics or fur and asked someone to sew them. It took two or three hours to do it. Moreover, after begging for several months, the three of them had a stench on their bodies. Yuping had the way to buy a few old clothes with money, and asked a family to help them, and took a bath for the three of them before they could barely clean them up. The girl stretched out her hand again: "Dad, hug."

Song Jiu was speechless.

Yuping whispered, "Jiulang, just hold your arms, kid, don't worry."

The old woman probably felt some kindness and handed her granddaughter to Song Jiu, but she was full of vigilance. Song Jiu had no choice but to hug the little girl and walked to Kaifeng Mansion. Just in time, she asked Song Jiu to see what the people were doing. Zhao Kuangyi asked Song Jiu to come in. Hearing that Song Jiu had finished his bitterness, Zhao Kuangyi laughed out loud, and this tone was worth it! Then he looked at the old woman and said, "My mother, remember it. I am the two kings in the mouth of the people. Your Majesty's brother. If you suffer grievances in the Song family, even if you go to Kaifeng Mansion, I will make the decision for you."

Yu Ping stumbled and said, "The Two Kings..."

Song Jiu pulled her and said, "Let's go."

"No," Yuping said, this was not doing good deeds, but he took back three ancestors.

"Yu Ping, let's go back, don't worry, you will report it back to the next time. It's not me begging him, it's him begging me."
Chapter completed!