The Great Song Dynasty: You were put in charge of teaching, and you produced a whole bunch of prime

Fifteen minutes later.

Su Shi, carrying a braised pig's trotter in one hand and a wine jug in the other, walked cheerfully into the courtyard: "Headmaster, I heard there's an extra meal tonight? Is there some good news...?"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Jiang Lin's face, which was filled with the grief of "a white-haired person sending off a black-haired person".

Su Shi's heart skipped a beat, and he almost dropped the pig's trotter in his hand: "Headmaster, please don't look at me like that... I haven't missed any deadlines lately. I wrote two chapters about Guo Jing becoming an apprentice last night."

"Zizhan," Jiang Lin walked over, patted Su Shi's shoulder heavily, and sighed deeply, "I am powerless to protect you."

Su Shi: "???"

Jiang Lin handed the transfer order to Su Shi.

Su Shi took it and looked at it. His eyes gradually widened and finally settled on the three characters "Zhen Ding Prefecture".

"What?! Zhending?" Su Shi jumped up. "In winter, even your pee turns into an icicle! I'm not going!"

"I'm the top scholar in the imperial examination! I want to enter the Hanlin Academy to write history! I want to drink the lamb wine from Fanlou Restaurant! I don't want to eat sand!"

"This is an imperial edict; disobeying it is punishable by death," Jiang Lin said in a low voice.

Su Shi instantly deflated, plopped down on the ground, and cried, "That bastard Wang Wenxuan! All I did was say he looked like Wanyan Honglie, did he have to be so harsh?"

"Don't be too sad." Jiang Lin squatted down, lowered his voice, and said in a tone that only the two of them could hear, "Although Zhen Ding is tough, it is a treasure land."

"A treasure land?" Su Shi sniffed.

"Think about it," Jiang Lin said patiently, "what did Guo Jing rely on to defend Xiangyang? Besides martial arts, he also needed military strategy and defensive equipment."

"Zhending Prefecture is the real-life version of Xiangyang. There, you can see the real Liao cavalry and witness the most authentic border beacon fires."

"And..." Jiang Lin pulled out a drawing he had already made from his sleeve and stuffed it into Su Shi's arms. "When you get there, help your teacher find a kind of black oil."

"If you find this, you will be the greatest contributor to Jing Shi Academy. From now on, I will provide as many braised ducks as you want."

Upon hearing "soy sauce duck," Su Shi's eyes focused slightly, but he still looked aggrieved: "But it's really cold there..."

"So, we need to let everyone in Bianjing know that you're in a terrible situation and that you really don't want to go." Jiang Lin stood up, took two steps back, and said loudly:

"Su Zizhan! Although the Wang family has bullied you and exiled you to the frontier, as a scholar, you should possess a noble spirit! You must not give up on yourself!"

Su Shi understood immediately.

So this is just a pity-playing tactic? I know this all too well!

Su Shi paused for a second to gather his emotions, then suddenly threw the pig's trotter in his hand to the ground, pounded the earth with his fists, looked up to the sky, and let out a heart-wrenching wail that would move anyone who heard it to tears.

"Heavens above! This journey of three thousand miles, where can I find solace in my desolation?!"

That shout was powerful and resonant, capable of piercing through clouds and splitting rocks.

At this moment, the Wang family spy, who was eavesdropping outside the academy wall, heard this heart-wrenching wail, nodded in satisfaction, and quickly went back to report the news.

"It worked! Su Shi was so frightened that he broke down on the spot, crying like a two-hundred-pound child!"

……

The next morning, before the thin mist had dissipated in Bianjing, a slightly immature but extremely penetrating hawking cry broke the tranquility of the Imperial Street.

"Newspapers for sale! Newspapers for sale! The latest issue of the Bianjing Xinbao from Jingshi Academy!"

"A shocking secret! The newly appointed top scholar, Su Zizhan, was persecuted by powerful figures and exiled to the northern border to serve in the army while still ill!"

"Shocking! The author of 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes' may be gone forever? The story of Guo Jing's defense of Xiangyang may never be repeated!"

"The Untold Secret of the Eldest Son of the Wang Family: Is it a Distortion of Human Nature or a Decline in Morality?"

This series of sensational headlines, like depth charges, instantly exploded in the public opinion field of Bianjing City.

The main hall of the Wang family mansion.

Wang Kui was enjoying a bowl of bird's nest porridge, savoring the pleasant morning. Last night, his scouts reported that Su Shi was crying his heart out at the academy, which greatly pleased him, and even made him look at his good-for-nothing son, Wang Wenxuan, with a bit more favorability.

"Father, your 'borrowing a knife to kill' tactic is truly brilliant!" Wang Wenxuan, with his pig-headed face, gave a fawning thumbs-up. "If Su Shi goes to Zhen Ding, he'll be lucky to escape with his life."

"Hmph, that's what you call political maneuvering." Wang Kui blew on the hot porridge, and was about to give a few words of reprimand with a reserved air, when the old butler stumbled in, clutching a crumpled newspaper in his hand, his face ashen.

"Master...Master! Something terrible has happened! The weather outside has changed!"

Wang Kui frowned and scolded, "What's the panic! If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up."

"It's not that the sky has fallen, it's that our family's reputation has collapsed!" The old steward said, his voice trembling with tears, as he unfolded the copy of the Bianjing New Daily on the table.

Wang Kui glanced at it casually, and the next second, the bird's nest porridge in his mouth sprayed all over Wang Wenxuan's face with a "pfft".

The front page of the newspaper featured a striking headline in bold black font: "A Heartbreaking Accusation! The Powerful Wang Family Forces a Frail Scholar to Compress His Scholarship; The Literary World of the Song Dynasty is in Mourning Today!"

The article, drawing on a wide range of sources, vividly describes how Su Shi was "seriously ill" and how he "devoted himself to his country and its people."

Finally, the author shifts focus, condemning a certain "powerful figure surnamed Wang" for using his connections out of personal resentment to send this literary star to his death in a desolate place.

The article also included an illustration: a gaunt scholar (Su Shi) shivering in the cold wind, with a grinning bully (who looks remarkably like Wang Wenxuan) behind him.

"Nonsense! Utter nonsense!" Wang Kui slammed his fist on the table, his hands trembling with rage. "Su Shi is as strong as an ox! He ate two pounds of braised beef last night! How is he sickly?!"

"Master, the people don't know!" The old steward wiped away cold sweat. "Right now, everyone outside is saying that our Wang family is a 'literary killer,' and some people have even gone to Kaifeng Prefecture to beat the drum, demanding a thorough investigation of our family's taxes..."

"What's even more serious is..." The old steward swallowed hard. "The Privy Council has also sent word that in order to quell public anger, our Wang family is to 'voluntarily' donate a batch of supplies to escort Scholar Su to his new post, ensuring that he arrives unharmed on the way."

"What?!" Wang Wenxuan jumped up. "I need to send people to protect him? I'd rather kill him halfway there!"

"Snapped!"

Wang Kui slapped Wang Wenxuan across the face, sending him spinning twice.

"Fool! The whole of Bianjing is watching Su Shi! If even a hair on his head is harmed, we'll be pinned all the blame!"

Wang Kui gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot. "Prepare the vehicles! Prepare the supplies! Send the best guards! Tell them that if Su Shi catches a cold and sneezes on the way, I'll skin them alive!"

……

Meanwhile, at the North Gate of Bianjing, there was a ten-mile-long pavilion.

A grand farewell drama, worthy of being recorded in history, is unfolding here.

Thousands of students from the Imperial Academy and other academies, along with countless fans of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes," completely blocked the official road. White paper money fluttered in the air, creating a solemn atmosphere as if bidding farewell to a brave warrior who had gone to assassinate the Qin emperor.

Su Shi, dressed in a faded white shirt, was pale and leaned weakly against Qian Duoduo, occasionally letting out a heart-wrenching cough.

"Gentlemen...cough cough..." Su Shi trembled as he cupped his hands, tears welling in his eyes, "Zizhan's departure is uncertain, his fate unknown. If I am fortunate enough to return alive, I will surely continue writing the story of Guo Jing...if unfortunately..."

"Scholar Su! You can't leave!"

"That old scoundrel Wang is utterly depraved!"

Cries and screams erupted from the crowd. Several sentimental female fans wept uncontrollably, as if they wanted to rush forward and tear the Wang family members apart.

Not far away, Jiang Lin sat atop a luxurious carriage, holding a telescope and watching the scene with great interest.

"Tsk tsk, Zizhan's acting skills are such a waste that he's only fit for the Hanlin Academy. He should be a leading actor in a brothel," Jiang Lin exclaimed.

Shen Kuo squatted down beside him, still fiddling with the map of Zhen Ding Prefecture in his hand, his eyes burning with fervor: "Headmaster, the Wang family's caravan has arrived."

"A full twenty cartloads of supplies! I took a look, and besides grain and fodder, there were also top-quality furs, medicinal herbs, and even two cartloads of refined charcoal."

"The Wang family head is a man of great taste," Jiang Lin said with a playful smile. "Knowing that we were short of fuel when we went to the oil refinery, he specially sent some over."

"Master, I don't understand." Shen Kuo put down the map. "Did we go through all this trouble to go to Zhengding just for that 'stone grease water'? Although that stuff can raise the furnace temperature, is it really worth risking Senior Brother Su's life?"