After Zhao Zhen went to Zhao Jun in the early morning and learned some new things, he went to Chui Gong Hall to discuss politics in the morning.
In the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a regular court system, which meant that all civil and military officials held an early court in the Wende Hall. However, because Chang Chao was only a symbolic ceremony, it was gradually abolished.
The real court meeting was held in the Chui Gong Hall. Except for certain officials, the officials did not come very often. Only when their own yamen had important official affairs to report, they would come over to report national events to the emperor and the three ministers and two ministers.
In addition, if you encounter temporary problems, you can also urgently request to enter the palace, and then report to the emperor in the inner hall.
In the past, Zhao Zhen would have listened carefully to the Privy Council, Salt and Iron, Household Department, Duzhi and other three departments, as well as many bachelors of the cabinet bachelor's college, as well as the Yintai Department, the Tongjin Department, the Imperial College, and the Third Department. Officials of all sizes, including the Banyuan and the Sixth Supervisor of the Nine Temples, reported on their official duties.
But today, my mind was not on national affairs at all, I was only thinking about going to Houyuan to listen to history. Zhao Jun has obviously caught Zhao Zhen's heart at this time. Even the affairs of the country are not as good as Zhao Jun's few prophecies.
"Guan family, Guan family?"
Someone called him from below.
Zhao Zhen came back to his senses and saw Fan Zhongyan, who was under the command of Tianzhang Pavilion, a member of the Ministry of Civil Affairs and a powerful official in Kaifeng Prefecture.
Fan Zhongyan's official official, Wai Lang, was an official with no real power. His real official with real power was Quanzhi Kaifeng Mansion, which meant being in charge of Kaifeng Mansion on behalf of him, equivalent to Kaifeng Mansion Yin.
Zhao Zhen thought that Fan Zhongyan seemed to be a good official with a long history in Zhao Jun's mouth, so he cheered up and asked, "What's the matter with Mr. Fan?"
"I just presented several suggestions to the officials to rectify the administration of officials in Kaifeng Prefecture. Why didn't the officials say a word?"
Fan Zhongyan, who is forty-seven years old this year, looked at Zhao Zhen with a questioning tone.
The ministers of Renzong Dynasty were always so bold.
Zhao Zhen glanced at Lu Yijian, who had a straight face and said nothing. The conflict between him and Fan Zhongyan was well known in the court, and he had nothing to say.
Seeing the presence of the old god Lu Yijian, Zhao Zhen said: "Just follow Mr. Fan in everything."
"Thank you, Guanjia."
Fan Zhongyan glanced at Lu Yijian and became angry, but he thought that the "Hundred Officials Map" at home would be completed soon, so he left after finishing his work.
Then the other officials followed suit, and Zhao Zhen handled state affairs as usual to increase efficiency.
It wasn't until the end of the morning that he left the court and hurried to the back garden.
Originally, Sanxiang and Sanshen had to be busy with national official duties and help the emperor handle political affairs every day, but now they all delegated their tasks to their deputies and followed the emperor to Houyuan every day.
As the censor Zhongcheng and the chief inspector of the censor station, Yan Shu was responsible for impeaching Manchu officials, but as a result, he stopped doing business every day to deliver meals.
Before entering, Zhao Zhen stopped Yan Shu and said to him: "Mr. Yan, doesn't Zhao Jun like to tell Song Dynasty jokes? You might as well let him tell it. I want to see what else he can say."
Yan Shu was confused and said: "Guan family, Zhao Jun's joke offends Tianyan and taints the ears of the emperor. What's so good about it?"
Zhao Zhen said: "If we can listen to more jokes, we can also know the inner meaning. For example, if we don't know what will happen after he says something, how should we answer it?"
"Um."
Yan Shu thought for a while, nodded and said, "The officials are still smart."
Yan Shu then went in with a dinner plate.
On the dinner plate is a bowl of buckwheat porridge and two steamed buns.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Zhao Jun, who had been lying in bed and thinking wildly, got up again and said, "Old village chief!"
"here I am."
Yan Shu changed his tone this time to a harsher Southwest Mandarin.
Zhao Jun had let it slip before and asked him if the clothes he was wearing were from the Yi ethnic group. The Yi ethnic group was called the Yi ethnic group in ancient times, which has the same pronunciation, so Yan Shu knew that he was going to teach in the Yi ethnic minority village in later generations.
Even the buckwheat porridge is a specially adapted staple food of the Yi people.
He put the tray on the table next to him and handed the bowl and steamed buns over. Zhao Jun took them in his hand and said a little puzzled: "Old village chief, I heard that the staple food here is potatoes. Why do we eat steamed buns every day?"
What are potatoes?
Yan Shu couldn't fix it anymore, coughed, and had to use his unique skill, saying: "It's raining outside."
"Are the potatoes sprouting from moisture?"
"Yes."
"Oh, that's such a pity, but old village chief, you don't have to worry too much. Since it's a natural disaster, we can report the village's difficulties to the organization. Don't we have charity plans and poverty alleviation policies? We will definitely provide subsidies to the village. "
Zhao Jun is full of confidence. Not only is the power of this great country in the new era ranked second in the world, but its poverty alleviation plan has also been in full swing for many years.
Not only is the country working hard to develop education in mountain villages, but it has also never been vague about the important matter of getting rid of poverty and becoming rich.
"Zhao."
"Hey, you can just call me Xiao Zhao. By the way, don't you know what the village chief is called?"
"Larimuzi."
Yan Shu had done his homework. Last night he went back to look up the names of the Yi people and picked one for himself.
"Then I will call you Uncle Lari from now on."
Zhao Jun chatted with him while eating: "Uncle, do you know what time it is?"
He came yesterday. When he came, he was blind and panicked and forgot to ask the time.
Yan Shu didn't know what time it was. After holding it in for a while, he could only answer: "I don't know."
"You don't know?"
Zhao Jun was surprised and said: "Don't you have a watch at home?"
"out of battery."
Yan Shu remembered what Zhao Jun said about that thing called a mobile phone that was out of battery, and he applied the same idea.
"There's no battery left."
Zhao Jun raised his hand and said: "I have a watch here, please help me take a look."
Yan Shu leaned over and saw that he was indeed wearing something on his wrist. There were three pointers on it, pointing to different numbers.
Fortunately, he knew all those numbers. They were Arabic numerals, but the problem was that he couldn't understand them.
After hesitating for a moment, he said: "The shortest finger points to four, the thinnest and fastest finger is between seven and eight, and the longest finger points to two."
"Twenty past four?"
Zhao Jun was a little puzzled and said: "Uncle Lari, you can't read the watch?"
Yan Shu looked back at Zhao Zhen and others, and had no choice but to say: "The village is poor and cannot afford a watch."
"All right."
Zhao Jun thought so too.
Many people think that China has completely solved poverty.
But watching Bao Qiang's movie "The Octagon" you should know how serious the situation is.
Zhao Jun made full preparations before coming and investigated a lot of information before he knew how poor Daliang Mountain was.
In many places, they really can't even afford food, let alone electrical appliances, home furnishings, etc. It can be said that they are completely destitute.
Especially in deep mountains and old forests like Nini Village, according to the information he investigated, children in nearby villages had to prepare a day's worth of dry food, which was just some soy beans or roasted potatoes, to go to school, which was very pitiful.
Thinking of this, Zhao Jun regretted asking the old villager what happened for a long time, and said: "Uncle Lari, don't worry, the country will definitely increase its poverty alleviation efforts and strive to let the village live a prosperous life."
"I believe in the country."
Yan Shu followed his words and answered.
Zhao Jun thought for a while, then changed the subject and said, "By the way, how many students are there in our village?"
"Forehead....."
Yan Shu turned his head and glanced at Zhao Zhen and the others. They winked and told him to make up one. Thinking of his ten children, he casually said: "Ten."
"Ten?"
Zhao Jun said in surprise: "Are there so many? I went to the Education Bureau to report before, and the staff there said that there are only twenty-eight children in our village primary school. This is all the students in the fourteen surrounding villages. Our Nini Village alone has only twenty-eight children." Are there ten?”
Yan Shu felt that his scalp was numb, and he encountered something he didn't know again. He could only say vaguely: "So...that's why the school is located in our village."
"Um...too."
Zhao Jun took a bite of the steamed bun and said, "Actually, I'm embarrassed. Although our school has a lunch plan and a charity plan, we usually have to make dinner by ourselves. Now I'm eating and drinking for free at your house."
Yan Shu said: "It's okay, I really like to hear you talk about history, especially Song Dynasty jokes. If Teacher Zhao likes to tell, then tell more."
"You're welcome, just call me Xiao Zhao."
Zhao Jun smiled and said: "I thought you didn't like to hear it before. If you like it from now on, I will tell you one story every day."
"Okay, okay."
Yan Shu sat next to him and said, "By the way, didn't you say before that Li Yuanhao won the war with the Song Dynasty? How did he win?"
"The Battle of Sanchuankou, the Battle of Haoshuichuan and the Battle of Dingchuanzhai. Li Yuanhao won all three battles, which frightened the Song Dynasty Prime Minister Lu Yijian and exclaimed, "One battle is not as good as the other, it is terrible." With the intervention of the Liao Kingdom, Song Renzong could only hold his nose and admit that Li Yuanhao founded the country."
Zhao Jun replied casually.
Later, Lu Yijian's expression changed slightly, but she didn't expect that he would have a role in this.
Yan Shu asked: "Then why did you lose?"
"The reason is very simple. The command is out of control, the intelligence is backward, the Song army's combat effectiveness is not high, and they underestimate Li Yuanhao. There are also some minor reasons such as the generals being greedy for life and fear of death. Let's talk about the Battle of Sanchuankou first."
Zhao Jun said: "Li Yuanhao is much smarter than Song Renzong's group. Before fighting, he first found out the generals, troop deployment and distribution, material supply and other information in the northwest of the Northern Song Dynasty. Even in the second year of Baoyuan, Song Renzong dismissed 200 maids. Li Yuanhao knew about the matter of the seventy people. After learning about it, he secretly bought several of them with huge sums of money. As a result, the Northern Song Dynasty court's punishment and rewards, official transfers and palace secrets were all controlled by Li Yuanhao."
Are the court's punishments and rewards, official transfers and even the secrets of the palace controlled by others?
Zhao Zhen and others suddenly took a breath of cold air.
Their own intelligence has almost turned into a sieve, so it's no wonder that the enemy can defeat them.
But they had no time to be shocked. Zhao Jun continued: "Li Yuanhao made a lot of preparations. After proclaiming himself emperor of Xixia, he gathered an army of more than 100,000 and began to go south to invade the Northern Song Dynasty."
"Although Li Shibin on the front line was very brave, he was also foolhardy. Li Yuanhao deliberately sent several Xixia tribe surrender soldiers to serve as internal agents. In addition, the commander Fan Yong was a fool and used those surrender soldiers as border guards. The result is that once a fight breaks out, there will be tens of thousands of soldiers on the other side, and it will be useless no matter how fierce Li Shibin is."
"After that, the tens of thousands of Song troops in Jinmingzhai were wiped out. That idiot Fan Yong actually used a blunt way of telling the news to other Song generals. Li Yuanhao intercepted the news and used false intelligence to mobilize the Song troops around Yanzhou to come to the rescue. , he adopted the tactic of using superior forces to ambush halfway, and set up an ambush at Sanchuankou, the only way for the Song army to rescue."
"So when the Song Army's generals Liu Ping and Shi Yuansun who rescued Yanzhou and several other reinforcements, a total of more than 10,000 people, arrived at Sanchuankou, they found that waiting for them was Li Yuanhao's main force of 100,000 troops. The result can be imagined As we know, the Song army was completely wiped out again."
"The most annoying thing is that Liu Ping and Shi Yuansun fought bloody battles and were captured by the enemy. Huang Dehe was greedy for life and feared death and fled without fighting. In order to cover up his guilt, he slandered Liu Ping and Shi Yuansun for surrendering to Xixia. After hearing this, Song Renzong was very angry and ordered Liu Ping's family was imprisoned. If the Yanzhou army and people had not complained to the Song Dynasty about the truth for Liu Ping, there would have been another Yue Fei case."
"It was clear that Fan Yong's stupidity caused the defeat of Sanchuankou, but because he was a civil servant and a Jinshi, he had nothing to do with it. Uncle Lari, do you think the Song Dynasty was funny or not?"
After Zhao Jun finished speaking, he waited for Yan Shu's reply.
Yan Shu could only look at Zhao Zhen helplessly and replied: "This is the national law of the Song Dynasty."
"What a fucking national law, Uncle Lari, this is your fault. Our country's soldiers are so respected. They are all the people's soldiers. It's an honor to join the army and win the first-class merit. The government also gives the first-class meritorious service to the family of the hero." Plaque, who doesn’t respect it from all over the country? It is precisely because our country supports and loves its army that we can become the world’s number one army. Look at the Song Dynasty again. It was a garbage dynasty where good men did not serve as soldiers. They had to defend their country. How frustrating is it to be angry?"
Zhao Jun got angrier as he scolded: "If you ask me, the Song Dynasty really did not deserve to have outstanding generals like Di Qing and Yue Fei. Although the failure of the Battle of Sanchuankou was mainly due to command problems, it cannot be denied that the Song Dynasty despised Li Yuanhao's determination to found the country in the early stage. , and the Song Dynasty itself was a emasculated dynasty, which took too much precautions against military generals, resulting in weak combat effectiveness of the army, and problems such as the generals’ command power being restricted by civilian officials.”
"For those of us who study history, the more we study eunuch dynasties like the Song Dynasty, the more angry we feel. Fan Yong is actually not a faint official. He is an upright man and an honest official. His character and reputation are good, but he is an amateur leader and an amateur commander. How can an expert win? If a country or a nation only knows poems and songs, is not equipped with weapons, and has no martial spirit, then it deserves to die, and death is not a pity."
"The Northern Song Dynasty was destroyed by the Jin Army in 167 years, and the Southern Song Dynasty was destroyed by the Mongols in 152 years. There are reasons for this. Although the Tang Dynasty flourished for only a short period of more than a hundred years, the Tang Dynasty The martial virtues of the dynasty were countless times stronger than those of the Song dynasty. The Chinese nation must have backbone. People must die standing up and cannot live on their knees. Uncle Lari, are you right?"
Zhao Zhen heard the last sentence, but he no longer wanted to listen any more, so he turned his head and left the room.
After walking a little further, Zhao Zhen turned pale and said through gritted teeth: "Deport Fan Yong to Jiangzhou, and kill Huang Dehe!"
