A powerful minister of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 155: The Hanging Heart Finally Died (Part )
Seeing the expressions of the master and servant, Song Xuan knew that they were having trouble understanding, so he consoled them:

"Sister-in-law, this is medicine. It's normal that you don't understand it, but the method I mentioned is effective."

"Because after a woman becomes pregnant, her periods won't come, and without them, there won't be any pain."

"If a woman is healthy, her period will occur on the same days each month."

"Or if two women stay together for a long time, then their menstrual periods will obviously be around the same time. This young lady also needs a bowl of brown sugar water."

That day, when Song Xuan was taking the pulse of Gu Zimo's mother and wife, the little maid also saw it.

Coupled with what he said today, the little maid was even more convinced that Song Xuan was a capable doctor.

Besides, Song Twelve has a handsome face, how could he lie to me?

Mrs. Gu then turned around and looked at her maid with a questioning look in her eyes.

"I have a vague feeling that it's coming."

Madam Gu nodded, and she pushed her half bowl of brown sugar water over:

"You drink first, let me calm down for a while, then we'll go home."

"Thank you, Madam."

Song Xuan confirmed that the fervor in his heart had mostly subsided before he spoke:
"Then sister-in-law, I won't bother you for now. You can rest for a while and then go home."

Mrs. Gu looked at his embarrassing look, but just smiled and didn't say much.

Song Xuan asked the welcoming monk to tell the students that Song Shier had gone home first because there was something going on in the bookstore.

The welcoming monk naturally agreed to all of Song Xuan's requests, especially such a simple task.

In fact, he was not afraid at all that Song Xuan brought so many people with him.

After Song Xuan's big promises, the more students came to Yingtian Academy, the happier he was.

In case we can snatch some of the incense from the Confucian Temple in the future.

You never know.

Especially the group of students headed by Song Shier.

If all of them pass the upcoming exam, Lingtai Temple will surely become famous.

No matter how you look at it, it will only benefit the reputation of our temple and will not cause any harm.

It’s just that occasionally students come here to have a meal and study hard under the care of the statues in the hall.

The monk who greeted the door thought about this and felt that the future would be wonderful!
Song Xuan returned home, took a shower first, and then went back to the study to open the collection of singing and rewarding poems and review his homework.

In fact, he was thinking about it while taking a shower.

Mrs. Gu should not have been sent by Gu Zimo!
The relationship between the couple is not good, and they even have problems with their marital affairs.

Otherwise, when I was helping Mrs. Gu treat her symptoms, she should have refused a few times.

And she wasn't shy even though she accidentally touched herself.

Maybe it's because I've been suppressed for too long!
Song Xuan was also thinking that if he could unite Mrs. Gu to his side, perhaps he could learn more about Gu Zimo.

Only in this way can we deal with Gu Zimo in a targeted manner and expose him to the Imperial City Bureau.

After all, he now has spies from the Imperial City Bureau around him.

Although Boss Cao said that each generation is worse than the previous one, they are not here to eat and do nothing!

Song Xuan must be careful in his actions. He is still weak at the moment and cannot withstand being scrutinized under a magnifying glass.

Especially Song Xuan himself has been a street bully for so many years, and he didn't hide it much.

There's no such thing as the return of the king in the countryside. If you don't have the strength to fight with fists, you'll be the one being bullied.

Song Xuan took a deep breath.

How can I win over Mrs. Gu and make her my own?
……

Mrs. Gu has already returned home.

At this time, Gu Zimo, the Tongpan of Yingtian Prefecture, had already had his meal.

He was not very concerned or concerned about his wife's visit to worship Buddha.

It’s my mother’s request anyway.

Gu Zimo's mind is now full of thoughts about making plans.

When will the fire start in Song Xuan’s backyard?

But I haven't found a perfect opportunity yet.

He is still waiting.

In fact, after much thought, Gu Zimo felt that the best time would be the night before Song Xuan took the exam.

At that time, he must have been extremely nervous and his mind was inevitably slack.

In this case, once an emergency occurs, you will be at a loss as to what to do.

Then there would be a great chance of successfully taking advantage of the chaos to kill Song Xuan and avenge his mentor.

At the same time, it can also clear the suspicion of several parties and avoid being noticed by the government.

Gu Zimo now even hopes that the day of the test will come soon.

He believed that given Song Xuan's conceited personality, he would definitely take part in the Fajie test.

Mrs. Gu was lying on the bed at this time, covering her stomach with her hands.

Recalling the scene where Song Xuan considerately rubbed her belly.

But his hands were small and not as warm as Song Twelve's hot palms.

God knows why his hands feel so warm?
Mrs. Gu thought, maybe it’s because he’s young and strong!
Just as she was daydreaming, the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Husband, husband."

In fact, when she thought of other men, even though nothing happened, she was subconsciously a little panicked.

When Gu Zimo came in, he saw his wife lying on the bed with the unclean menstrual belt hanging beside her.

Although Gu Zimo saw that his wife's face was pale, and she looked tearful and aggrieved.

But he still frowned, turned around and left without saying a word.

Gu Zimo went to his concubine's room to spend the night.

Mrs. Gu's heart finally settled down.

She lay helplessly on the bed, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

He has been so cold for several years after getting married.

Unlike Song Twelve, who was so gentle even though they had only known each other for a short time?
The days in the academy passed one by one.

The fact that Fan Xiang and the others had secretly gone to Lingtai Temple to study at night could no longer be concealed! This kind of thing didn't require Song Xuan to organize it; students who wanted to study at night naturally went there in groups of three or two.

The only drawback is that the hall simply cannot accommodate so many people.

Song Xuan understood that this place was not far from the academy, and could be used as a study room or classroom.

Once there are more people, the problem of occupying seats is naturally unavoidable.

No one wants to miss it.

Of course, some students also choose to go to temples outside the city to study at night in order to have a quiet study environment.

There are always more solutions than difficulties.

As a transfer student, Han Qi also found it easy to fit in.

Who made him so capable?

It's just that this young man doesn't like to talk.

But this is not a disadvantage, the imperial examination will not test whether you are willing to speak!

Teacher Wang Zhu was very satisfied when he saw the students in his class rolling up their sleeves.

He also knew that Song Xuan had found a good place for students who couldn't afford candles.

I have to say, Song Xuan’s brain is really useful!

at night.

Yan Shu and Fan Zhongyan visited Song Xuan together.

Actually, I don’t mean to compare, I just want to ask whether the profit of Twelve Bookstores is as simple as you said.

The academy wants money, otherwise it will be really difficult to do business without money.

"Shi Erlang, you don't have to be too stressed. The imperial court finally allocated some money to us for the construction of the academy a few days ago."

Yan Shu didn't know what was going on, but he allocated the money anyway.

Fan Zhongyan stretched out his hand and said with a smile:

"Three thousand strings of cash is enough to do many things. Together with the food, at least I can pay off the salaries of the teachers first."

Yan Shu did know that the 3,000 strings of cash that the court could allocate had already been allocated from other budgets.

Otherwise, it could only be squeezed out of the emperor's treasury.

Song Xuan said nothing, but took out the account book and let Yan Shu take a look.

"More than eight hundred strings of cash, my goodness, Song Twelve, didn't you lie to me?"

The flow in this account book exceeds eight hundred strings of cash.

If half of the cost is deducted, there is still half of the net profit.

"I can't believe my eyes."

Yan Shu pointed at the number:

"Twelve Brother, please tell me that you didn't make up the accounts to make us happy."

Song Xuan admitted that this account book had actually been polished.

It was mainly the lottery that inspired the Song people to rush to buy tickets.

It's just a matter of exchanging two cents for a thousand cents.

They all knew this.

In addition, Song Shier also provides fresh booklets, so you can take them home to clean your mess after reading them, which is a good deal.

Especially since the lottery draws are done in public, no one is cheated and everyone can see it.

It is hard to find another one that is so fair.

Most of the people on the street buy things in bulk, and they lose more than they win, so it’s not as affordable as Song Xuan’s place.

"Of course it is, and it's beyond my expectation, but I estimate that within three months, there will be imitators starting to run this business."

At this time, Yan Shu was obsessed with this number that surprised him.

Even so, the academy could still have a fixed income of more than 100 kan per month.

If we buy rice, flour, seasonal vegetables and meat in large quantities, we can provide a big pot of meals for all the teachers and students in the academy to eat for several days.

"How are you going to deliver the money?"

Song Xuan thought for a moment:
"Dean Fan, the academy does have a hidden vault. If it doesn't have it, the academy can send someone to come to me to withdraw it. This will save a lot of money, and you don't have to worry about the money suddenly disappearing."

One hundred strings of cash cannot be carried in a backpack.

Fan Zhongyan was still thinking about Song Xuan's words.

There is still little money at present, and the 3,000 strings of cash supplied by the court are far from enough.

"Twelfth brother, although you have more business experience."

"But the other big merchants in Songcheng have just as much business experience. Do you have any way to stop them from doing this?"

When he thought of this, Yan Shu became a little annoyed.

He went to look for the president of the Silk Guild, but he laughed it off to himself.

He just said that he was willing to raise funds for Yingtian Academy, but it would take time.

The silk business in Songcheng is not doing well now. It is raining heavily in the south, and there are also problems with the local rivers.

The imperial court did not build the river according to plan.

Business is hampered.

A few days ago, Yan Shu secretly swore that he would never come to Song Xuan to ask about business matters.

As a result, he hit a wall himself.

Not to mention that he was the prefect of Yingtian Prefecture, even if the prime minister of the court came.

In this case, the businessman may not give face.

They all knew that a gentleman could be deceived by tricks.

Knowing how to serve different dishes to different people is their specialty!
"I'm not in a hurry for them to come out and steal my business. I'll find an opportunity to rip them off when the time comes."

"How are you going to trick them?" Yan Shu didn't understand what he meant, but complained:

"Those businessmen were so hypocritical and perfunctory with me!"

"In that case." Song Xuan took back the account book and snorted:
"Then I'll let them know what collusion between officials and businessmen is!"

(End of this chapter)