"Why do I think Jin Guo just stepped on the watermelon skin, where does it slide?" Zhao Huan didn't quite believe the soldiers' descriptions. As soon as the corpse is abandoned in a hundred steps, does he not care about the Yan family?

It's really a big fuss, and if the Jin people don't open their heads, he Zhao Huan will lose.

Zhao Ying was stunned for a moment and said: "This watermelon of the official family is the seventh year of the Khitan recorded by Ouyang Wenzhonggong, and the Khitan broke back to the plant, and the watermelon is as sweet and juicy as a winter melon?" ”

Ouyang Wenzhong Gong is the specific title of Ouyang Xiu in the Great Song Dynasty, such as Ouyang Xiu's anthology, which is called Ouyang Wenzhongji, with a total of 153 volumes.

Ouyang Xiu is not just a drunkard pavilion, a drunkard does not mean wine, but cares about the world between mountains and rivers. It is a true literary giant, standing tall in the forest of culture.

And Zhao Huan's watermelon peel is not very elegant, but it is in line with the current attitude of the Jin country to treat the plague, and it gives the people of the Jin country an opportunity to choose naturally.

"That is, the officials are benevolent, they care about the life and death of the people, and they are worried about them in their hearts, the flood in Ezhou, the support of the whole country, and even the Hetao has produced 200,000 stone of grain, otherwise Ezhou is uncertain now, what will happen to the trouble."

"Before, our Great Song Dynasty and Jin Guo were not too much different, the plague was really transmitted to Xiangyang, and it was also slaughtered to be clean, otherwise Bianjing would be chaotic, and it would be ...... in the third year of Daguan" Zhao Ying covered his mouth violently, his mouth was bald too fast, and he almost said what was in his heart.

This means that Zhao Huan does not have an emperor on weekdays, if he changes the dynasty and criticizes the emperor's father like this, it will be a thousand cuts to cut the oil pot. The three-year epidemic in Daguan was to slaughter a no-man's land to prevent the gold plague from entering Beijing.

Of course, Zhao Huan knew that this was the truth, and he would not be speechless with Zhao Ying, and even thought that he was making sycophants.

"You, what else do you do every day except for slapping sycophants and making me flutter and I don't know why?" Zhao Huan sneered and said, the more incompetent the Jin Kingdom, the more powerless the Great Song Dynasty in the past, doesn't it seem that the current Great Song Emperor is more powerful?

Zhao Huan suddenly looked at the slightly hazy winter day outside, his mind settled, and he was silent for a long time and said: "Actually, I am not an immortal, nor is I the reincarnation of Yama, I cannot have the ability to reach the heavens and solve all the problems of the Great Song Dynasty, and there is no such omniscient and all-powerful person, that is not a person, that is a god." ”

"Problems in development can be solved in the course of development, problems that cannot be solved in one generation can be solved in several generations, and continuous problems must be solved by a sustainable system."

"But no matter how it is solved, it needs a group of executors, a team that can lead the movement, this team is the key, and does the Great Song Dynasty have this team? Have it? Yes. No! No! Nor can there be, alas. ”

Limitations of the feudal era.

The team that can solve the problem can be cultivated, and it is not that the Great Song people are stupid and don't know how to cultivate such a team, on the contrary, their means are more used to warn of the emergence of such a team.

This involves a core question, what if something goes wrong with the emperor? Solve the emperor?

In fact, the path that Zhao Huan has taken until now is to cultivate a team to solve problems.

Whether it is the reform of the army, the reform of officials, or the reform of business, or the ongoing eradication of illiteracy among military soldiers, or the retirement of soldiers from the Great Song Dynasty to become local county lieutenants, and so on, a series of means and methods are all cultivating a team to solve problems.

But this team is now missing a core, a soul.

"For the people... Ahem... cough cough..."Zhao Huan quickly stopped talking, this sentence can't be copied.

"What are the officials pondering?" Zhao Ying looked at the official family in a daze, and asked suspiciously, do you want to ask the Taoist of Lingxiao Palace to take a look? Is the official family recruiting evil spirits, dancing for a while, and talking to himself for a while.

Zhao Huan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "Take pen, ink, paper, and inkstone!" ”

"What are you doing, this is ......" Zhao Ying looked at the chattering official, and took over the pen, ink, paper, inkstone and proclamation, this is the official family is ready to mention the word.

Could it be that the official family is in a daze and has been taught by heaven and man at this time, and what great understanding does it have to share with the people of the Great Song Dynasty?

Or is it in a daze, what is the mystery between heaven and earth?

"I'm the Son of Heaven, right?" Before Zhao Huan picked up the pen and wrote, he asked Zhao Ying suspiciously.

"The official family is the emperor, so he is naturally the son of heaven." Zhao Ying nodded and said.

Zhao Huan nodded and smiled: "That's it." ”

Zhao Huan wrote a few big characters freely, looked at the font with satisfaction, and had to say that the old Zhao family couldn't do anything else, and the writing was all first-class and first-class.

"You blow the water." Zhao Huan looked at Zhao Ying suspiciously.

After writing, the words must be sprayed with mist, and Zhao Huan understands why this is too well, but there is this rule. Especially this kind of Hui Xuan paper, it needs to be even more so.

It's a bit like spraying toner after washing your face, probably because you have to have a sense of ritual when you write.

However, Zhao Ying's cheeks are bulging, but he can't blow it.

Zhao Ying finally spit the water into the spittoon, closed her eyes and refused to speak.

"Take it and send it to Li Dazai." Zhao Huan said with a smile.

Zhao Ying closed his eyes, paused for a moment and said, "The minister doesn't dare." ”

"Eh, let's do it, send this painting of mine to Li Dazai. Don't believe it or not, I'm kicking you! Zhao Huan said with a smile.

He wants to set a tone, and this tone is to inject soul into this team that can only lead the movement, the team that can solve problems, and the team that will not disperse.

Zhao Yingcai opened his eyes, rolled up the rice paper, and wondered if it would be more appropriate to take it to the Imperial Diet Bureau and burn it.

The official family wrote these words in a daze, but if he regrets it in the future, isn't he Zhao Ying the first to bear the brunt?

Zhao Ying, who was thinking about it, had already walked 4,700 steps to the front of the Xihua Gate, saw the heavily guarded Xihua Gate soldiers and the slightly mottled gate, and finally left the palace with a sigh.

Li Gang put the official's words on the desk, looked at them for a long time, and suddenly said, "Okay! Good word! ”

"The official family cultivates himself to be upright, his words are like people becoming more and more thoughtful, the gesture is majestic, and the posture is horizontal, so that out of unintentionality, the state of forgetting the palms of the hands is like thunder to collect anger, and it is like the river and the sea condensing the clear light!"

"Good word! Good word! What does Zhao Duzhi think? ”

"In terms of sycophancy, Li Dazai is still powerful. Amazing, amazing, we admire. Zhao Ying was startled by Li Gang's sudden voice, and couldn't help but laugh when she heard Li Gang's words.

He doesn't read much, but he can't say such turbulent words to praise the official family.

"To tell the truth, you don't know how to appreciate. This Mobao is not sold for less than 500,000 yuan. Li Gang said with a smile.

"But if the official family repents and wants to take back this copybook, how can it be good?" Zhao Ying said with some doubts.

"So the official family is the master who is rare in a thousand years." Li Gang looked at the words on the notebook and said with a smile.

In the wheel realm, Li Gang can only bow to the wind.