"Recommendations and benefits?" Song Xin was a little confused after hearing what Jiacheng said.
When Jiacheng saw that he didn't know why, he already knew in his heart that he didn't know the customs in Biyong. He laughed and said: "So the young master doesn't know yet. Those who come here need to have letters of recommendation written by today's famous officials, and also send some goodies to Piyong Cheng and the deputy prime minister, so that they can live there." It’s an area halfway up the mountain.”
Song Xin suddenly realized that Zhang Zhao treated him like this because he did not have these two things.
Zhou Wenzhi obviously knew this, but he didn't reveal it to himself at all. It's also my fault that I didn't inquire carefully, so I suffered a hidden loss. And Cao Chong probably didn't know, otherwise he would definitely remind himself. Moreover, he was Cao Cao's son. Even if he did not give him a letter of recommendation or a favor, Piyong's people would not dare to embarrass him.
Song Xin smiled bitterly and said, "Oh, I really didn't know that Piyong actually had such a rule."
Then he took out a piece of gold the size of a fingernail and stuffed it into the false prime minister: "Thank you very much. I don't know the rules, so I can only live here for the time being. I hope you will take good care of me."
Jie Cheng took the gold and was obviously more respectful to Song Xin. He rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Young Master, just stay here with peace of mind. I will find an opportunity to communicate with Master Zhang and the others. You will not suffer any loss, Master."
"Excuse me, how much profit should I give to Piyong Cheng and the deputy prime minister? I'm afraid that giving less will be a bad thing."
The fake Cheng smiled and held out four fingers mysteriously.
"Forty thousand dollars?" Song Xin was stunned.
Unexpectedly, the false prime minister shook his head and said, "If we plan everything, at least four hundred thousand dollars."
Song Xin was stunned when he heard this. Poverty is the main factor limiting imagination at any time. He can only receive a few thousand yuan a month now, but even then he can live comfortably in Xudu.
The false prime minister smiled and said: "Young master, you don't know something. This kind of rule has been in place since the Huan and Ling eras of Piyong. These years have been relatively good, but in the Huan Ling era, you wouldn't have been able to get in without millions of dollars."
"With so much money, who else is willing to come in?" Song Xin asked with a smile.
"Young master, do you think you want too much profit? Even so, you are still trying to squeeze out your head." Jie Cheng laughed, as if Song Xin was like a country bumpkin who wanted to cheat. He said mysteriously: "Don't look at it. It cost a lot of money, but it can still be recovered in the future. Any young master who leaves Piyong will either be a high official in the court in the future, or at worst, he can be a state governor or a county minister worth two thousand dan. Compared with those who have no Those who have entered Piyong will have more protection."
Song Xin suddenly realized: "It turns out that just giving him more money is enough."
Jiacheng laughed and said: "Not only do you have to give money, but your family background is also important. Those wealthy families usually give some money and rice to Piyong, and their children will naturally receive more care when they come in. As for those who come from powerful places, only You can give more money. Although there is no comparison here, they are all of the same age, but the young men will compare with each other when they come in. The one who gives more money will naturally have a stronger waist, and more people will gather around him. And the one who gives less money will be born. What’s not good is that you can only keep your head down, or follow those young men from aristocratic families and seek protection.”
The fake prime minister said with beaming eyebrows, as if he was talking about a normal thing.
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But Song Xin saw two words, "corruption". And the corruption of people's hearts in a society often starts with education.
After giving the gold, the effect was immediate. Jie Cheng just incorporated other slaves into Piyong and assigned them to work, without embarrassing Song Xin.
Although this fake Cheng is a villain. But the villain will do things as long as he receives the money and will not embarrass you.
It is actually the hypocrites who are difficult to deal with.
With Song Xin's current net worth, he doesn't mind a little bit of gold. After killing the enemy before, plus the gold rewarded by Cao Cao, if you put it somewhere, you can become a rich man with thousands of hectares of fertile land.
In the evening, Song Xin entered Shanshui Lingze and told Xiaoyu about the matter. She giggled and said, "As expected, they really did this to you."
Song Xin said: "Song Liu and Song Fifteen are by Cao Chong's side. If there is any danger, they can handle it."
Huang Pi said: "Fortunately, we arranged for them to pretend to be maids to protect Cao Chong in advance, otherwise they would have been caught off guard when encountering danger. This Zhou Wenzhi deliberately wants to separate you from Cao Chong. What kind of medicine is he selling in his gourd?" "
Song Yu said: "I think he is jealous."
Huang Pi shook his head, "You underestimate him, this person is not simple. Moreover, the people here just think that the young master comes from a humble background, and they all think that Piyong is specially for the children of nobles, so they deliberately exclude the young master."
Song Xin smiled, convinced. This is like a commoner who enters an aristocratic school. It is strange that he is not targeted. There are often natural repulsions between different classes.
After all, the pie of social resources is so big, and the elite class has a larger share. How can the common people be allowed to take their piece of the cake? They will inevitably use various means to lock the passage for the transition of the lower class of society. In ancient times, they used family status, and in modern times, they use money and power.
Song Xin continued: "What Huang Pi said is right. Zhou Wenzhi is quite hostile to me on weekdays. They simply look down on someone like me who has been promoted in the military. Moreover, his ambition is higher than the temple, so Cao Chong is more important to him. . His special status as a member of the Jingzhou gentry made him feel unsafe everywhere. In addition, Cao Chong noticed the previous suppression of me and deliberately ignored him. Only then did he seize this opportunity to get me away and deepen his relationship with Cao Chong. Relationship."
Xiaoyu said: "Humph, this person is called a prodigy, but I think it's nothing more than that. He actually thinks that ostracizing you will make his relationship with Cao Chong better."
"The authorities are obsessed with it. It seems that even a practitioner can't escape this law. Let's just use it as soon as we see it." Song Xin stood up with a smile, moved for a while, looked up at Huang Pi and said, "How is it, Huang Pi , practice with me? I recently gained some insights into the sword energy of the wind."
In the next few days, Song Xin was not able to see Cao Chong, but he received news of safety from Song Liu and others every day. He temporarily focused on cultivation.
Early the next morning, Song Xin opened the door and saw that it was Zhang Zhao's attendant who was looking for him.
When he saw that Song Xin actually occupied an entire room by himself, he immediately asked with an unhappy expression: "Where is the false prime minister? Have any arrangements been made for you?"
"What are the arrangements?"
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The clerk glared and said: "Arrange to serve other young masters!?" Then he glanced at Song Xin's house, his face suddenly changed and he shouted: "Why can you live alone?"
At this time, Jie Cheng heard the noise and trotted in quickly. The clerk turned around, glared at him and asked, "What did you do? Why didn't you assign him work? Let him eat and drink here for free?"
Jiacheng smiled and said: "This young master is Mr. Chong's attendant, and he is different from other slaves."
"Huh, what's different..." When the clerk was talking, they instantly fell in love with each other. His eyes gradually changed from stern to greedy. It turned out that Song Xin was holding a piece of gold and placed it in front of his eyes.
Then the clerk's body followed the gold and turned to Song Xin, like a dog attracted to bones. If he could have had an extra tail, he would probably be wagging it happily now.
When he looked at Song Xin again, the clerk was already smiling and asked, "May I ask this young master, what does this... mean?"
Song Xin smiled and said, "I didn't understand the rules before, so this is a benefit for you."
The clerk's eyes shone brightly as he looked at the shining gold and stretched out his hand to grab it. Song Xin suddenly retracted his hand and said, "You won't disagree with me living here, right?"
"Hey, sir, what are you talking about? You can live here if you want. The houses here are simple and I feel aggrieved." When the clerk spoke, his eyes were still firmly attracted by the piece of gold.
Song Xin smiled again, "Well, that's good, then I don't have to do those rough jobs anymore?"
"That's right, I am an attendant of Young Master Chong. How can I compare with those servants?"
Song Xin smiled faintly and threw the gold to the clerk, "I hope you will take more care of me in the future."
"Hey, it's easy to talk to. If you need anything, young master, just ask me."
"These two people are really greedy for money." Song Xin thought to himself.
"By the way, you two, I wonder if there are any villages or towns nearby. I want to buy some wine and come back." He wanted to buy some good wine and meat, have a good meal, and forget all the unhappiness for the time being.
The clerk introduced enthusiastically: "Young master wants to buy wine and meat. There is a Zhujia Town ten miles north of here. A wine shop opened there half a year ago and sells fragrant dog meat. Tsk tsk, that smell is better than the one in Piyongli. The cook's skills are much better." At this point, he swallowed and drooled subconsciously.
Song Xin chuckled. It was very common for ordinary people in this era to eat dog meat. The main reason was because it was cheap and ordinary people could afford it. Dog meat is also an important source of protein for ordinary people. As for the dignitaries, they eat chicken, pig, sheep and venison, so they naturally look down on the dog meat that common people eat. As for beef, which is commonly eaten by later generations, no one dares to eat it. In this era, killing cattle is a capital offense.
Song Xin shook his head, "You lend me a horse, and I'll give each of you a dog leg as a gift."
The clerk and the lieutenant immediately beamed and thanked him repeatedly. When they passed by the school with Song Xin, several people were attracted by the sounds inside.
"Quick! Oops! It's falling."
"What a pity, my jackpot!"
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