[Don't say anything, I'm sorry for all book friends. Tonight, I'll make up for one or two more. 】

In the political hall, no one dared to delay the edict of the Son of Heaven.

The edict asking Wang Anshi to go out of the mountain has been handed over to the fast horse to go south. The sixth son of the emperor, the prince of Junguo, Zhao Fu, was also confirmed to be the king of the county. The title of King of Yan'an County will become the new title of Zhao Maid after the southern suburbs of the winter solstice. And the Zishan Hall for the prince to study will also be officially opened after the New Year's Festival next year.

As for the candidates to serve Zishantang, Han Gang is naturally one of the most popular candidates, Wang Qi and Cai Qu, these Zaifu, also have a great opportunity to serve together in the discussion - Wang Qinruo, the prime minister of Zhenzong, once served Zishantang, and with this story, it is logical for Zai to take charge of Zishantang.

It's just that the Son of Heaven will appoint Wang Anshi to be in charge of the excavation of Yinxu, and his position is obviously on the side of Xinxue, and the scholars in the Guozi Prison are also gearing up, wanting to seize this opportunity to pull the next emperor to Xinxue's side. Anyway, lecturing to the prince has nothing to do with the level of the official, and no one stipulates the number of teachers who teach the prince in the Shizendo.

Regarding the disturbing discussions in the world, Han Gang didn't pay attention to them at all, at least on the surface. Even the editing of the "Compendium of Materia Medica", he is not in a hurry at all - anyway, Sima Guang has been awarded twelve or thirteen years of imperial court funding for the compilation and revision of the "Zizhi Tongjian", and he has not seen any results. Although Sima Guang definitely wanted to complete his masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages, with him in front of him, Han Gang didn't have to push himself too hard at all.

So on the day of Xiumu, Han Gang leisurely took the family to watch the competition outside the city, not a bow, but a horse race. The racecourse is nearly ten miles away from the city, and once you go back and watch a few races, you can pass the time in a day.

In fact, it is also a new place for many Tokyo citizens and even doctors to spend their leisure time.

At the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, the autumn harvest and autumn harvest are all over, and both the county and the people are idle. Although the autumn harvest and autumn planting have little to do with the millions of soldiers and civilians inside and outside Tokyo, the schedule of the competition still has to coincide with the agricultural season. The Tokyo Keju League, as well as the Horse Racing League, were also rekindled at this time.

The racecourse is nearly ten miles away from the city, and it is not on the main road originally, but it is quite far away, and it is a platform land that is inconvenient to draw water. Such a terrace is really not suitable for farmland, and it is not surrounded by mountains and rivers, and no one uses it to build villas. However, it is only fitting to build a racecourse.

If it is on the side of the official road, it is twenty or thirty miles away from the city of Tokyo, and it is also crowded. It is this kind of land that is not on the official road that can be bought by the Tokyo Racing Headquarters, which is in charge of the league.

Originally, Brother Yi was going to name it the Gallop League and the Gallop Society, but the Marquis of Huayin objected and said that it was still called the horse racing neatly, and he knew what he was doing when he heard it. It's not Confucius who wrote a book, the words are good or bad, the more obscure, the better. Originally, I wanted all the shishu in Tokyo to come here, but the name was too obscure, and it was difficult to attract a group of people who had no money. Brother Yi later wrote to me to complain that it would be better to change the juju and kick in the future, so he simply understood. ”

Han Gang smiled, sat in the car, and told Wang Yi an interesting story about the establishment of the horse racing club. Between the words, he did not hide his appreciation for the crisp and refreshing Huayin Marquis.

Wang Yi frowned at her pair of beautiful eyebrows, she still had just learned the background of the Horse Racing Association from Han Gang. Not to mention that she felt uncomfortable with the conversation that the copper smell was too strong, and the identity of Huayin Hou made her feel even more uncomfortable: "Isn't Huayin Hou Taizu's lineage, why did you pull him in." Official, your identity is different, you can't get close to the clan! ”

Wang Yi's face was full of worry, which was different from Qiyun Headquarters.

The Qiyun head office, which is in charge of the Keju League in Beijing, although there are also many clans, royal families, families, important ministers, and wealthy businessmen who participate in it. However, since the earliest promoters were all merchants, there were too many factions that were mixed in later. So much so that when the new head of the meeting was replaced last year, he even had to find a screen to cover it, so that a group of large and small owners could vote for soybeans and black beans behind the screen, and then placed more than 20 vice presidents to calm down the grievances - in Tokyo, it was all said as a joke - so that there was no need to worry about the many people talking.

But the horse racing league is a clan from the beginning, and now the Marquis of Huayin still occupies the position of the head of the guild inside, which is the handle of the widow.

"Don't worry so much. Let's see why we are getting closer. Han Gang sneered in the carriage, "Flying eagles and horses are the duty of the clan. The more a child of a loser, the better a clan. ”

Zhao Shijiang, Marquis of Huayin, was born in the Taizu lineage and was the grandson of King Kanghui of Qin. Needless to say, dealing with martial artists, that is, handing over literati, inscribed poems, and singing are all taboos. But the horse and the lackey are different, even the Son of Heaven can be tolerant, and even wish they did so. Yushitai will not be blind and go to the trouble of such an honest clan.

Of course, Zhao Shijiang, as a child of the clan, would not come out to see Han Gang, an important minister, and Han Gang would not see him.

"In the clan, everyone spends a lot of money, but they don't have the ability to make a living. Sixty percent of the money and grain spent by the imperial court every year is used in the army, and two and a half percent are the income of officials. The remaining one percent is to raise thousands of clans. But there are still many people who can't make ends meet. After his father-in-law established the clan law, many people lost even their official positions," Han Gang glanced at his wife, "There is only one clan name left." A few days ago, there was a commotion in the main temple, haven't you heard of it? A big food merchant in Fanfang, Guangzhou, actually married a daughter of the sect, and the king of Qin mourned that he was greedy for a dowry of 2,000 yuan and married out of the country. If it weren't for the tyranny of the merchant and the city boss who came forward to dissect the inheritance, this matter would not have come out. ”

Han Gang lifted the curtains and let the cold air outside the window wash away the thick smell of sandalwood smoke in the carriage, "Huayin Hou is just standing in the façade outside, how many people in the Taizu family rely on him for help." If it weren't for this, the Son of Heaven would not have nodded to the racecourse so easily. Seventy percent of such a large plot of land as a racecourse is government property. When he bought it from Kaifeng Mansion, he took it from the hands of the Son of Heaven...... However, now the racecourse can hand over more than 1,000 yuan to Fuzhong in a month, which is already one-fifth of the capital Keju League, much more than Sangjiawa and Zhujiaqiao tile, and the Son of Heaven will not let people withdraw this horse racing league no matter what. ”

What's more, in the future, there will be the benefit of inducing wealthy nobles to buy high-quality horses from the Western Regions. Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty took back thousands of sweat and blood horses, and after more than a thousand years, the bloodline has long been cut off, and the war horses with a shoulder height of four and a half feet can be regarded as top goods in the army. Now the horses that appear on the racetrack are basically Hexi horses against Hebei horses, or Qingtang horses against Khitan horses, which is very pitiful.

Even better, the sweaty and bloody BMW, at the moment, only the Son of Heaven's horse was presented by Wang Sunchen, and it is naturally impossible to play. But Zhao Ji is now free-range in the Imperial Garden, and I heard that it is the floating light of love like a treasure, which has made many wealthy families involved in the horse racing league move their minds.

Han Gang was talking to Wang Yi when there were suddenly a few knocks outside the carriage, and then a humble and flattering voice came in: "Bachelor, madam, turn around in front of you is Racehorse Street, and you will bow your head in half an hour." ”

"It's pretty fast." Han Gang only felt that it had only been long since he left the city gate, and he didn't expect that most of the road would be completed so quickly.

The carriage carrying the family is generally not fast, it is about the same as a donkey with a camel, almost walking at the speed of walking. On the streets of the capital, you can often see a horse-drawn carriage next to a dozen servants marching on foot.

"This is because after this year's summer harvest, people were recruited to rebuild the road. But it took a lot of God. ”

"Remember what you proposed?" Han Gang lifted the curtain as he spoke, and first saw a flattering smiling face, and a pair of eyes on the round smiling face, looking under the car window, did not dare to take the opportunity to peep into the car. However, Wang Yi in the car put on his hat early and covered his face with a hanging tulle.

When He Ju heard Han Gang's words, his face was even more happy, he was the big boss of SF Express's trust in the capital. He was notified by the Han family in advance, and he waited at the west gate of the capital early, and greeted him as soon as he left the city gate. The fat body rode an old horse to lead the way.

He wanted to curry favor in front of Han Gang, but now when he heard Han Gang's praise, his heart suddenly burst into joy, but he still tried his best to say modestly: "The villain just mentioned a sentence, and he can't do things." ”

Han Gang smiled, noncommittal. Looking beyond Ho Ju, there are two rows of shops on both sides of Racehorse Street leading to the racecourse. All doors were open, and they were overcrowded.

After the Han family's convoy turned into this street, the speed of its progress also slowed down - there were many more cars, horses and pedestrians on the road than on the official road before.

The Han family is old and young, and there are a total of four cars, and there are more than a dozen horsemen outside as guards. Han Gang didn't want to publicize his identity, so he sat in the carriage, and the guards outside didn't play his signboard.

And in terms of scale, the Han family's convoy is not very conspicuous when it walks on the road. Those important ministers with a larger pomp and circumstance, the servants are often hundreds and tens, including the Yuan Sui who eats the court's money, and they hold a sign of quiet avoidance in front of them from afar. It is a wealthy family, and the female dependents of the family go out to incense, and often dozens of servants and maids and men go out together.

On the horse racing street, he brought his family out, and the whole family went out to watch the game, and it seemed that Han Gang was not alone. Just ahead, there are people holding signs and shouting. Han Gang signaled to the family members who led the way, don't argue with others, follow slowly behind, and don't rush up.

But just as Han Gang closed the curtains, he glanced behind him, and looked at the car window behind the side, and two curious little heads poked out, looking at the pedestrians and shops on the street.

As the son of an official eunuch, he was bored at home all the year round after birth, and rarely came out to walk around, so it is no wonder that he is so curious. Han Gang didn't say anything to Wang Yi, who had always been strict, smiled and lowered the curtains, sat upright in the car, and waited to get to the ground.