Reincarnation (7)

As the night faded away, the morning sun filtered through the stained glass windows, creating an autumn glow on the plastered walls.

Wen Tianxiang closed the case file in his hand and gently blew out the candle on the shelf. Wisps of green smoke rose from the wick made of cotton thread, and the fog lingered before his eyes. It was another sleepless night, and since Zeng Huan, Liu Zijun and others were sent to the place, there were gradually more things that needed to be handled by the Metropolitan Governor himself. Although the newly promoted students are enthusiastic, they are obviously not as experienced in handling daily government affairs as their predecessors, and many of the things that have been backlogged during the day have to be done at night.

"Am I doing something wrong?" Looking at his lonely figure on the wall, Wen Tianxiang couldn't help but ask himself. It was a question he couldn't answer for a while. At his repeated requests, Liu Zijun, Zeng Huan and others withdrew their resignations, but their relationship with the governor was obviously estranged. Especially Liu Zijun, who didn't even say goodbye before going to Guangnan West Road to take up his post, and drifted away after receiving the letter of appointment, as if his old friend Wen Tianxiang would live or die in the future, and it had nothing to do with him at all.

Wen Tianxiang knew that everyone had grievances in their hearts, although he had tried his best to exonerate the parties from responsibility on the premise of not violating the law. However, the shock caused by the Assassin incident to the Metropolitan was far less subtle than it seemed. After experiencing such a turmoil, many hidden contradictions have completely come to the fore, and things that can be handled vaguely must also give a positive answer.

"If it weren't for the nervous look you made at the mention of Xingchao, how could I have thought of the abnormal movement of the musket battalion? You want to give me a yellow robe, but it is for the long-term peace and stability of the country. I don't wear this yellow robe, but also for the sake of national peace. The Tao is different, but it is not impossible to conspire with each other. Wen Tianxiang poured himself a glass of warm water and muttered to himself. The teapot nest developed by Shaowu Factory is far from reaching the level of heat preservation in Wenzhong's memory, and the newly poured boiling water last night has lost its temperature and cannot be used to make tea, barely able to warm his hands.

He has no intention of delving into the "conspiracy" of Liu Zijun and others, but he cannot deliberately condone the recurrence of similar incidents. At present, by dispersing a few leaders in various places, one can temporarily weaken the forces of the "anti-imperial faction," and the other can strengthen the defense of the two places of Guangnan West Road and Jiangnan West Road. Wen Tianxiang hopes that this will also bring a third benefit, that is, through the handling of local practical problems, Liu Zijun, Zeng Huan and others can understand their hardships, and understand that "Yao Shun Chan Rang" is not as simple as wearing a yellow robe.

Yao Shun has been in generation for generations, and there are no foreign enemies around. And right now, hundreds of thousands of Mongolian troops are eyeing each other. For today's stormy China, whether it is a new policy or a law, it is to avoid the fate of a country from extinction. In order to preserve a people with thousands of years of civilization from collectively becoming slaves of invaders. If we deviate from this goal, if we simply do a new policy for the sake of a new policy, whether it is a new policy or a law, it will all lose its meaning.

Wen Tianxiang put down the water glass and slowly walked out of the house with a heart full of worries. Most of the staff had not yet gotten up, and in the quiet courtyard, the chirping of newly hatched chicks could be heard in the nest. A mother bird with brown and black feathers and a few white dots on the tips of her wings fell from the air with food in her mouth, and the chirp of the young bird was louder, squeaking and trying to squeeze her siblings aside and fight for a mouthful of food for herself.

Eating an extra bite at this time means that you can have a little more hope of survival after leaving the nest in the future. All creatures in nature have their own rules of survival, which are cruel and simple.

"In this era, all countries in the world are slowly coming out of darkness and ignorance, and whoever is one step faster will have a greater advantage in the future world. Therefore, we cannot repeat the old path of the Ming monarch and Qing officials again and again, but to find a way of development that can continue to improve ourselves! Wen Tianxiang remembered that he had instilled similar truths in the people around him more than once, but the audience around him usually laughed and understood him as some kind of prophecy that the Metropolitan Governor had received from the Book of Heaven, and could not closely connect the prophecy with the real world.

No one has experienced two lives and deaths like him, and no one looks at the current world with the eyes of the future like him, so even the people closest to Wen Tianxiang can't understand the persistence in his heart and the loneliness brought about by persistence.

Although it has been more than 70 years since the first constitution of mankind appeared in this era, the Republic of Florence has gone through 200 years, and the Renaissance has begun to spark in the dark West, which is about to give the Western world, which has always lagged behind the East, the impetus to take off. But it all happened thousands of miles away, and there was no impression of what the Western world was like, except for vague information from Arab merchants. Without a tangible impression, it is difficult to understand the competition between civilizations that Wen Tianxiang describes.

Therefore, the moment Loneliness wakes up from Baizhang Ridge, he is destined to accompany him until the end of his life.

A few gentle footsteps came from the corridor behind him, slowly approaching him. Wen Tianxiang turned around when he heard the sound and saw that the acting chief of staff, Song Qingxun, and several young staff members had quietly followed behind him without knowing when.

Due to the need to ride horses frequently, the young staff of the Grand Governor did not like to wear long robes. Tight-sleeved casual clothes modeled after the armor of the Broken Army became their first choice. Fuzhou is close to the sea, the weather is very humid, and the cotton cloth woven with Tianzhu cotton is sweat-absorbing and breathable, which is most suitable for wearing in such weather. Under the mid-autumn sun, a well-cut cotton casual dress made Song Qingxun and the others look very capable, and there was a unique vitality of young people all over their bodies.

"See the Grand Governor!" Song Qingxun saw Wen Tianxiang turn around, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"Staff Officer Song got up so early!" Wen Tianxiang nodded in return, looked his eyes up and down for a week, and finally fell on Song Qing's blue-black eyes. "Staff Officer Song stayed up late again, can your body stand it? Let the kitchen boil some ginseng soup, there have been a lot of business recently, everyone has made up for it! ”

"Prime Minister Xie!" Song Qingxun replied with some emotion. Compared with the environment in which he grew up since childhood, the life of the Governor's Mansion of the Broken Army can be described as shabby and shabby. But in this environment, he feels extraordinarily fulfilled. Because it not only gives him the space to use his abilities to the fullest, but also allows him to understand what he is doing and why he is doing it.

"Thank you, everyone is not sick to have the energy to deal with the Tartars!" Wen Tianxiang said with a smile. He doesn't usually interact with young people, so he still has some differences with each other. Several young staff officers also felt this, and they didn't know where to start the topic that had been prepared, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"Since everyone hasn't slept, let's run a few steps together. Running is a pick-me-up and an appetite, so eat more for breakfast! Wen Tianxiang invited in an encouraging tone. Getting up in the morning and running is a tradition that has been preserved by many "veterans" who have come down from Baizhangling. At this time, Wen Tianxiang can meet Liu Zijun, Zeng Huan, Du Gui, and Chen Longfu on the road in the back garden of the Dadu Governor's Mansion.

"Hmm!" Song Qingxun and the others made eye contact with each other, and followed behind Wen Tianxiang. Although Wen Tianxiang did not have any advantage compared with the staff officers in terms of age, he had insisted on such morning exercises for nearly six years, so he breathed evenly and his steps were neat, which made several young people gasp after a while.

"How is the counterfeit money distributed, is there any news from the north?" Wen Tianxiang ran for a while and asked habitually. Usually in this situation, Chen Zijing must have followed, adjusting his breathing while giving the answers he needs. But today he didn't hear a familiar voice.

Wen Tianxiang paused for a moment, and suddenly realized that Chen Zijing, who was in charge of distributing counterfeit banknotes to the north, was still dealing with the aftermath of the 'assassin incident' in Quanzhou, so he slowed down apologetically, turned around, and told everyone, "Keep up, just take a breath, you can't stop, the more you stop, the more tired you get!" ”

"Yes, yes!" Song Qingxun said breathlessly. In the command academy, he was also asked by the instructor to run every day, but because he had not exercised for a long time after joining the General Staff, he suddenly started running again, and his muscles and internal organs were a little unable to keep up with the rhythm.

"What the Prime Minister just asked is Da Yuan to hand over the banknotes!" Another tall, broad-shouldered young man ran two steps to Wen Tianxiang's side, gasping and asking rhetorically.

"Hmmm! It's been more than half a month, is there any reaction? Wen Tianxiang nodded. Using counterfeit banknotes to disrupt the circulation of materials in the Northern Yuan Dynasty is a new trick that Du Gui came up with. What the specific effect is, no one is sure.

"Before General Chen went to Quanzhou, he handed over the matter to his subordinates. Judging from the news sent so far, the effect is very good. In Baoding, Xijing, Longxing, Dezhou and other roads, it is no longer possible to buy things. Due to the forced order of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, Dadu Road is still in circulation, but only people from the government and the yamen can buy goods, and the price has risen more than three times compared to before, and a hundred banknotes can't buy less than half a bag of rice! In the past few days, a large number of displaced people have appeared north of the Yellow River, and the Enemy Intelligence Department has sent people to organize the displaced people to flee to the south of the Yangtze River! The tall staff officer answered in a very methodical manner, reporting not only on the effectiveness of the counterfeit strategy, but also on the specific follow-up measures of the Enemy Intelligence Division.

"Good!" Wen Tianxiang said happily. Come and not be rude, Boyan's yin damage trick made the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion see clearly that the enemy's intentions were still unable to parry, and the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion must also make a move to attack the enemy's weakness. As far as the state system is concerned, neither the Northern Yuan nor the Great Song Dynasty is perfect. At this level, you come and go, comparing who has fewer loopholes and stronger self-regulation ability.

"What about General Chen Hangyan, how is his situation there? Has General Du Hu contacted him? After learning about the banknote delivery strategy, Wen Tianxiang continued to ask.

The staff officers were encouraged by the tall young men to answer their own responsibilities. "General Chen Hangyan has successfully killed Dongping Road, and the Jinan Road guard tried to block the advance of our army, but was defeated by Chen Hangyan, and the Yuan General Dalu did not spend time to die."

"The news sent back by the sailor last night that General Du Hu killed near Ninghai Prefecture and will decide when to land according to the situation of the defenders. After receiving the food and weapons provided by our side, the Red Jacket Army has gained momentum, and is currently maneuvering with the Northern Yuan cavalry near Xuzhou to cover the rear road of General Chen Hangyan. The eight-character army came out of Taihang Mountain, and a team of about 5,000 people attacked Zhending, and after the defeat, it turned to Jining ......"

Judging from the information summarized by the staff officers, the situation in the hinterland of the Northern Yuan Dynasty has been stirred up by the northward movement of Chen Hangyan. If Kublai Khan tried to go south, he would have to deal with the credit crisis and be mostly safe. In a short period of time, the Broken Army did not have to face the situation of fighting on two fronts at the same time on the Jiangnan battlefield, and it was much more relaxed to deal with it before Boyan's aggressive offensive.

Wen Tianxiang's depressed heart felt a little relieved, although the young staff members were not as skilled as Liu Zijun and others, but the speed of learning was quite fast, according to this situation, the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion would soon be able to recover from the blow of the "assassin incident". And after one adjustment, the impact resistance is stronger, and the stability will be higher.

"Subordinate, the last general, the last general has a question, I don't know if I should ask it?" After exchanging a few more details that needed urgent attention, the feeling of restraint faded away. Acting Chief of Staff Song Qingxun took a few steps forward and asked tentatively.

"Say it!" Wen Tianxiang said calmly. He knew what Song Qingxuan was going to ask, and there were some topics that could not be stopped, so he simply explained them to everyone. (Please support genuine subscription to 17k, thank you)

"The day before yesterday, everyone sent General Zeng on a long trip, and there were some rumors afterwards. Subordinate, the last general wanted to know if General Zeng had committed any mistakes, so the prime minister let him go to Jiangnan West Road. The General Staff, the General Staff is not there, after all, after all, there is a great inconvenience! Song Qingxun asked hesitantly, I don't know if it was because he was tired from running, or because he was nervous, his head was full of sweat, and when he was illuminated by the early morning sun, the particles were extremely clear.

"Suitable, what do you think?" Wen Tianxiang suddenly stopped, and asked rhetorically by calling Song Qingxun's words. Regarding the punishment of Zeng Huan and others, he has always been very painful and confused in his heart. He didn't even dare to be sure that he had done it right, it could be said that this was the first time since Baizhangling reorganized the army, this was the first time that he had lost confidence and had to make a decision.

"Some people said that although General Zeng misunderstood the prime minister, they were out of good intentions, and under the circumstances at that time, they had to fight back. Afterwards, the prime minister easily let go of the opponent, but he dealt with his own people heavily, as if, it seems that some..."Song Qingxun spoke very tactfully, taking care of Wen Tianxiang's feelings, deliberately saying that most people's feelings were discussed in private by a few people, and deliberately swallowed the words "unfair handling" back into his stomach.

After finishing speaking, he raised his head to look at Wen Tianxiang, hoping that the expression of the Grand Governor would come up to decide whether he would continue to admonish. To his disappointment, Wen Tianxiang's face only changed slightly, and then he regained his composure. There was no regret, not much more annoyance, just an indescribable calm, like the surface of a lake after a storm, like the sea before the morning tide rises.

After a moment of silence, Wen Tianxiang asked the staff, "What about you, what do you think of this matter?" Or what better way to deal with it! ”

The Metropolitan Governor's Office did not have the habit of sinnering people for their words, so although they were nervous, the staff members expressed their opinions one after another. A few of the young aides were very tactful, but their attitude was very clear that the Metropolitan Governor's Office was too tolerant of the Xing Dynasty. Chen Yizhong is just a scapegoat, even if the young emperor is not held responsible, several people who had a close relationship with Chen Yizhong some time ago, such as Zhuo Ke and Zhang Jingzhi, should be brought to justice. In this way, it is possible to avoid the imitator and solve the problem once and for all.

But there are also a few young aides who believe that once Chen Yizhong is dead, all clues have been broken. Blindly pursuing it will only lead to the innocent. However, they also believed that Wen Tianxiang had punished Liu Zijun and Zeng Huan and others too severely, although Liu and Zeng had all entered the knighthood and served as high-ranking officials in the local area, their roles in the Dadu Governor's Mansion and outside the Dadu Governor's Mansion were different after all.

Wen Tianxiang listened quietly, he understood everyone's thoughts very well. Since ancient times, scholars have had the habit of being nostalgic for the central government, and most people would rather be a fourth-grade waiter than go to a local place to be a second-grade political envoy. Before getting Wen Zhong's memory, he also had the same idea, after all, the distance between the center of power in the DPRK and the outside world is different, and the influence on the country's decision-making is very different.

"Don't you think that General Liu and General Zeng can play a greater role in going to the front?" After listening to everyone's advice, Wen Tianxiang asked in a low voice. "Both of those roads are close to the front line, so we get faster information and respond more timely. Of course, anyone who does something wrong needs to be held responsible. It's just that they didn't do it, so the responsibility is not so great! ”

The young staff were a little unconvinced, but they felt that Wen Tianxiang's words were not unreasonable. After the battle situation on Jiangnan West Road changed, it would take two to three days for the information to reach Fuzhou at the earliest, and it would be too late for the Metropolitan Governor's Office to give corresponding instructions and feed back to the front.

Everyone discussed a few words and had to agree with Wen Tianxiang's statement, but they were still a little resistant to the leniency of the "rebellion" participants. (Please support genuine subscription to 17k, thank you)

"Solving anything can't be done once and for all. From the beginning to the present, the Metropolitan Governor has been growing in doubt and opposition. You can't kill people just because they doubt or oppose them, that's tantamount to murder and robbership. Besides, after all, they are still our own compatriots, not foreign enemies! Wen Tianxiang looked at the young people who were full of knowledge, and explained very seriously.

Back then, he had similar communications with Liu Zijun, Zeng Huan and others, but in the end, everyone still couldn't fully understand his ideals. Now, with a new group of young people around him, young people who have experienced the influence of the New Deal and school education, Wen Tianxiang hopes that his ideas will make them understand more.

He doesn't dare to expect other people's thinking to be completely consistent with his own, he just wants to have a point of communication and compromise between them.

"The Tartars slaughtered the city because they didn't treat us as human beings. Knowing that the other party does not regard themselves as the same kind, there are still so many people rushing to be traitors, why is this? Wen Tianxiang asked in a low voice, and then gave the corresponding answer himself: "Because our court and officials have never treated our own people as the same." If we want the Chinese people to protect themselves and the dignity of the country in the face of foreign enemies, first of all, we must let them have brains and live with dignity in their own country! ”

Wen Tianxiang said slowly, and countless memories flashed in front of him. After the thirteenth century, the West gradually moved towards civilization from barbarism, but the pace of development in the East was interrupted again and again by the iron hooves of foreign races, and civilization fell into barbarism little by little.

Is it true that the descendants of Yan and Huang are worse than the descendants of those pirates, or that the Chinese civilization itself has reached a dead end. He didn't believe in this answer, nor did he believe in the Datong world in Wen Zhong's memory. If a nation does not even have the ability to survive independently, it will never be able to be in harmony with others unless it becomes a slave.

This country, which gave birth to Confucius, Sima Qian, Lao Dan, and Han Fei, should never be cruel internally and extremely weak externally. This 4,000-year-old country with Li Guang, Ban Chao, and Ma Yuan should not fall into reincarnation again and again.

If the heroes and heroes of this country put the bravery of internal fighting on resisting external humiliation, and put the tolerance and generosity of external tolerance on their own people. Let the rigor of Confucianism, the tolerance of Taoism, the carefulness of Legalism, and the sincerity of Mohism come together, and stick to the promises made to each other as if they were their own beliefs, and this nation can still be reborn without bathing in the fire of hell for three hundred years.

He slowly explained, for the first time since waking up from Baizhangling, he explained his dream and the ideal country in his mind to others so carefully. Whether there is an emperor or not is not a big problem, and who will be the emperor is not the key. The key is to see whether the country can maximize the equal treatment of its own people, whether it can improve itself, and no longer fall into reincarnation. In the midst of the chaos of China, our nation is facing the first extinction, with men becoming slaves and women becoming people's playthings and jerky. After experiencing the strength of the Tang Dynasty and the tolerance of the Song Dynasty, they were almost destroyed by the Mongols, the cities were burned, the farmland was turned into pasture, and the men and women were all turned into fourth-class slaves, and the value of life was less than that of a donkey.

"From the Han Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty, and then to my Great Song Dynasty, the cycle of prosperity and decline begins with the Ming Jun and ends with the Dusk Jun. If you can't succeed in a Fuzhi, you have to gamble on the fate of the whole of China if you lose. This cycle of prosperity and decline is enough, and there is no need to repeat..."Wen Tianxiang patiently explained, in his memory, in addition to these, there were also ten days in Yangzhou, three massacres in Jiading, and civilization was conquered by barbarism. Then came the Nanjing Massacre, in which 300,000 lives turned into a handful of loess.

"The New Deal is not an end in itself, it is a means to make a country strong. Nor is it an end in itself, but rather a self-improvement of the system of the state. There is no possibility of a one-size-fits-all solution, and only by listening to the voices of supporters and opponents at the same time can the system have the opportunity and possibility to improve itself......."

The staff listened quietly, and there were some points of view that they had heard from the professors at school. There are some ideas that they have never heard of in their lives. There are some points of view that they can accept, and some points that they do not agree with at all. However, whether you agree or oppose it, Wen Tianxiang is right, everyone's purpose is to make the country strong, and when the goal is the same, what is the point of view and method that cannot be communicated?

The trumpet of "Didi-Da" breakfast sounded, and the staff members dispersed reluctantly. Wen Tianxiang dragged his tired body back, and suddenly, he found that his shoulders were no longer as heavy as before.

"Thank you, Prime Minister!" Song Qingxun found an opportunity, walked to Wen Tianxiang's side, and said in a low voice.

"Thanks for what? I should thank you guys! Wen Tianxiang replied frankly. This is a true sentence, if it were not for the questioning of the young staff, his heart was a little depressed, and he did not know how long it would be before he could open it.

"The prime minister is different from others, prime minister, my surname is actually Zhao!" Song Qingxun lowered his voice and said with some shame. Since joining the army, he has been reluctant to tell others his real name.

"Zhao Xing, the emperor's distant brother, is it?" Wen Tianxiang asked with a smile, his face full of sunshine.

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