A powerful minister of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 51 A Piece of Gold and Purple

"Mom."

After hearing this, several constables lamented that the Song family had been brought down to earth by the God of Literature.
Ding Zhe felt even more helpless when he heard his men talking.

In today's Song Dynasty, scholars are noble.

He was so envious of their monthly salary that his eyes almost popped out.

But Ding Zhe knew that he would be a head constable all his life, and his son would most likely be a head constable as well.

Ding Zhe also wants his son to study and obtain a good academic record, but with Zhang Kang around, how can he make money and send his son to school?
Studying costs money.

At least in a farming family, the entire family's labor force supports one person, but even that doesn't guarantee passing the exam, as the sunk cost is too high.

But people under the eaves have to bow their heads.

Let’s see how many more years Zhang Kang can last. Once he leaves, his good days will come.

Lying on the wooden bed at night, facing his wife's questions, Ding Zhe just shook his head and said that he was stumped by the case.

If these detectives fail to solve the case within the deadline, they will be beaten by the county magistrate.

Ding Zhe thought about it and decided that this kind of young man is very face-conscious, so I will put on a show for him tomorrow.

"Master, otherwise you'd better not do it." The woman wanted to be intimate with her husband and help him relieve his sexual desire.

"Women, if I don't do this job, how can I support my son's education?"

Ding Zhe turned around and rested his hand on his tile pillow:
"sleep."

Early the next morning.

There are people coming and going on the street.

Ding Zhe stood in front of Song Xuan's shop which had not yet opened.

Several yamen runners stood nearby holding water and fire sticks.

A lot of people immediately gathered around, so breakfast could be delayed.

But we must not delay in watching the fun.

Captain Ding Zhe knew that he couldn't take this beating for a hundred times, so he shouted to those around him:

"I, Ding Zhe, broke into your house last night and accidentally hurt someone. I came here specifically to apologize to Song Twelve."

Ding Zhe reported his own name and Song Xuan's name.

This is Zhang Kang’s purpose.

Ding Zhe pondered over it until midnight before he finally figured out the key.

Song Twelve has someone in the government to look after him, so not anyone can bully him.

Before any of you think of taking advantage of him, consider your own worth first.

Song Xuan held a watermelon in his hand and watched Ding Zhe perform.

The watermelons in the Song Dynasty have not been improved and are not very delicious.

It's probably the same as the precious Mudeungsan watermelon that Moon Jae-in cuts:

"Thick skin, lots of seeds, not sweet."

Song Xuan spat out a mouthful of seeds and ignored Ding Zhe.

After Ding Zhe finished speaking, he watched Song Shier squatting at the door eating watermelon, busy spitting out the seeds without saying a word.

He originally wanted to give Song Xuan face and give him a way out, which would be great.

But when Dante Zhe saw that Song Xuan was just spitting out melon seeds without saying a word, he knew that this was inevitable.

It seems that this guy is really confident!
Ding Zhe took off his official uniform and signaled his men to take action.

Crackling.

Song Xuan stood at the door but did not try to dissuade him. He knew that the yamen runners had practiced beating with a stick before.

It sounds loud, but it doesn't do much damage.

It doesn't sound loud, but it causes great harm.

Song Xuan heard that people practiced by wrapping tofu in clothes, and then checked at the end to see if the tofu was spoiled.

People make their living from this cooking skill, but they put in a lot of hard work!

"Normally, Constable Ding wouldn't give in so quickly. Whose son is this?"

The onlookers were talking about it.

No one expected that the owner of this house, who had just bought it, would allow the police to bow their heads and be beaten. Officials were proud of their status and rarely interacted with the people. Most of them were clerks.

The clerks then delegated the tasks to the constables below, and so on. It can be said that Ding Zhe was the representative of grassroots power in the Song Dynasty.

But today, the representative of this power admitted defeat.

Song Xuan's identity caused the onlookers to speculate about whose noble family he was.

Looking at his face, he is just a cheerful big boy.

In addition, Song Xuan's physique shows that he has the potential to look like a person from the Song Dynasty.

He seems like someone who has been living a life of luxury since childhood.

Otherwise he wouldn't look so heroic.

Song Xuan watched as Captain Ding Zhe endured twenty blows with sticks. He then took out a handkerchief to wipe the juice from his hands and waved:

"Captain Ding, come and sit down."

Ding Zhe grimaced, feeling a burning pain on his back.

But when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head, so he sat aside obediently.

Song Xuan first glanced at the wound on his back, then tilted his head and said:

"Captain Ding, we have no grudge against each other, right?"

"Of course there is no grudge."

Ding Zhe came here to cause trouble and hit a hard wall himself, so he can't blame others.

"You came here to investigate because someone deliberately spread rumors and provoked you. You are just a small chess piece being thrown to test the waters."

Ding Zhe figured this matter out. He could only blame himself for being confused and falling into someone else's trap.

"Shi Er Lang is right." Ding Zhe said with a sullen face:
"If I didn't want to spend money to find a good tutor for my boy, I wouldn't believe it."

The Song Dynasty at that time had not yet made the regulations like those in the Ming Dynasty that prohibited the descendants of yamen runners from taking the imperial examinations.

There were only members of the royal family, monks and Taoist priests, as well as entertainers, descendants of criminals, and people suffering from rheumatism.

"Captain Ding's deep love for his son is something I deeply admire."

Song Xuan unnoticedly stuffed the gold wrapped in a handkerchief into Ding Zhe's hand:
"I've heard that parents who love their children will plan for the long term. Captain Ding is injured, and this is a small token of my appreciation. You still need to take good care of yourself so that you can protect your wife and children. Otherwise, you will be bullied by others."

Ding Zhe subconsciously clenched the handkerchief in his hand, feeling the softness of the foreign object filling his palm.

letter?

Captain Ding Zhe immediately covered his stomach:
"Shi Er Lang, my stomach hurts a bit. Can I borrow the toilet?"

"Tao Hong, Captain Ding has a stomachache. I'm afraid he ate something bad last night. Take him to the toilet."

"Captain Ding, this way please."

Tao Hong took the hurried Ding Zhe and ran straight to the outhouse in the backyard.

Song Xuan then stood up and said to the people watching the excitement:
"So that my neighbors know, my name is Song Xuan, I'm the twelfth child in my family, and I came to Nanjing because I wanted to study in a college.

When I first arrived at this treasure land last night, I had some misunderstandings with Captain Ding. I never thought that Captain Ding would be so open-minded. I feel unworthy of him.

Neighbors, please disperse, lest Captain Ding lose too much face."

There are twelve children in the family.

That means there are many people in the family and the family has clan support.

After all, the power vacuum is monopolized by local clans.

And he came to the academy to study, which means his family is well off.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have come here and spent hundreds of strings of cash to buy a house just for studying.

Looking at Song Xuan again, he looks pretty good and doesn't look like someone from a poor family.

Judging from the overall situation, he is probably not someone to be trifled with, otherwise Captain Ding would not have suffered such a loss.

After hearing what Song Xuan said, some people left, but some people still wanted to see Ding Zhe's embarrassing look.

After all, in a county government office, the head of the police is called the Fifth Master.

It's rare to see him get humiliated.

Ding Zhe walked quickly into the toilet, closed the door, and without caring about the flies flying around, opened the handkerchief stained with watermelon juice.

"A piece of ~gold and purple?"

(End of this chapter)