"Wonderful!"
Chen Xiucai also suddenly understood: "Since the establishment of my dynasty, all the methods to deal with Xixia have been to restrict its trade and then attack with force. No one has ever thought of doing the opposite, controlling Xixia through trade and making it surrender."
"Is this feasible?" Zhao Huan was a little worried.
Chen Dong consoled him: "Master Fu, if you can force Dang Xiang Li to send people to the Song Dynasty to ask for help, it is enough to prove whether this plan is feasible."
"This time, the Li family of Xixia has really lost face to my grandma's family. Master Wang went to give them welfare, but they couldn't afford it, and they couldn't fight it. They couldn't do it without it, and they actually begged me, the Song Dynasty Hall."
"I usually cry and shout that I want to open a trade route, but now I just give it to them three times, and I don't dare to ask for it. Hahaha... It just makes me laugh to death."
As one student laughed, everyone couldn't help but laugh. Only Zhao Huan still had a sad face. Unfortunately, his father couldn't see his cousin's hard work and had to hold him back. He couldn't help but said in distress: "Now the imperial court has ordered that my cousin come to Beijing to report on his work. I know his temper, and I will definitely not answer the call. The court will definitely send troops to capture my cousin and bring him back to the court. What should I do about this matter?"
"Don't be anxious, Lord. You just said that there is no one in the court who can speak for Aba, and they are all high-ranking people. If we stir up public opinion with the people again, everyone will speak with the same voice. Even if you want to come to the court, you will not be afraid." What about Aba?"
Chen Xiucai was plotting against the imperial court against the current prince, but no one present felt that it was against his will.
Even the current prince himself asked helpfully: "How can we stir up public opinion?"
Chen Yuyi picked up the stacked papers on the table and said, "The dictionary is almost finished now. There are only some rare words left that are hard to find, which is not important. After all, this dictionary is for ordinary people, and they will not use those words. In the future, I’ll sort it out and revise it later.”
"What is Xiucai saying?"
"Publish it today to build momentum for Aba!"
Zhao Huan nodded, and the entire Kaifeng government office was like a machine loaded with gears. All the clerks gathered in the main hall and copied the manuscripts one by one. Teams rushed to the bookstores in the streets and alleys to directly copy the shopkeepers. He was taken to Kaifeng Mansion.
When all the shopkeepers were still confused, the master handed over the manuscript of the dictionary and demanded that it be printed and published with maximum horsepower.
As soon as a scribe finished copying the manuscript, he was picked up by the waiting soldiers and rushed out of the city to various places in Kaifeng...
The next day, the ink-scented dictionary was placed on the desks of all the officials in the court.
On the third day, free dictionary teaching was given to primary and secondary schools.
On the fourth day, everyone you can see in the streets and alleys of Kaifeng Prefecture is holding a dictionary and asking others for pronunciation.
On the fifth day, an old farmer opened a dictionary and read seriously in his spare time while busy farming.
On the sixth day, the two children pointed to the words in the dictionary in their hands and read carefully: "Editor-in-Chief, Wang Zhi."
A wealthy family member sighed: It can't be stopped, it can't be stopped at all.
A great scholar praised: The era of great harmony may come soon, and the princes of the Wang family may ascend to the throne.
There was a lady chatting happily about her son, as if if it weren't for her upbringing over the years, Wang Erlang wouldn't be where he is today.
The young lady who is about to be married and her best friend take the initiative to talk about the relationship between men and women, which makes the best friend say that she can't stand it.
And the emperor threw out the dictionary in his hand and cursed loudly: "You idiot, do you want the Zhao family's empire to fall into my hands?"
Zhao Huan was slapped in the face by the dictionary and did not dare to reply. He firmly stood on the side of his cousin and the people on this matter. Those scholar-bureaucrats will eventually be crushed by the general trend of the world that he and his cousin jointly set off. Crushed dust.
After Zhao Ji beat and scolded his son, he sighed helplessly. Previously, he and many scholar-bureaucrats believed that the oral dictionaries of Xinxue were just as useless as "Erya" and "Shuowen Jiezi" handed down from ancient times, and had little practical value. To solve puzzles, he had to rely on word of mouth. 'Knowledge', the greatest wealth in the world, was still in their hands, so he didn't pay much attention to it, and neither did the scholar-bureaucrats.
However, as soon as the dictionary came out, they were completely confused. As long as they knew the pronunciation of the sixty-three letters, they could understand all the words they could see and use. Even if they didn't understand, they could open the dictionary they carried with them and understand.
It can be said that wherever the dictionary passes, there will no longer be illiteracy. Knowledge is no longer the product of a few people maintaining their rights and wealth. Everyone in the world can use knowledge to create wealth, and everyone can become what was originally unattainable. Taxi scholar-bureaucrat.
At this moment, the class shackles were completely broken.
Zhao Ji weakly leaned back on the chair and waved his troubled son to retreat.
He is an emperor, but at heart he is a literati. He loves talents and has the free and easy manner common to literati. This position of emperor is a surprise to him. He is originally a frivolous and dandy prince who has no worries about food and clothing. His nephew who agrees with him but is always against him is actually very complicated. He wants to see him change the world, but he is also afraid of destroying the power of the Zhao Song family.
If he were still Prince Duan, he would have become friends with this boy forever. It's a pity that he is the emperor and the greatest scholar-bureaucrat in the world.
Zhao Huan returned to his home, opened the letter written by his cousin, and after discussing with the students, he ordered people to spread the news again: the Xixia people tore up the peace treaty and led an army of 50,000 to attack the Song Dynasty, but Wang Zhi led 3,000 militiamen to stop him. Tiandu Mountain was defeated and returned, but the treacherous ministers were in power. Not only did they not ask for credit for Wang Zhi, they also took the meritorious ministers and presented them to Xixia for peace.
As soon as the news came out, the whole city was in an uproar. The people took to the streets and shouted the name of Saint Wang. They angrily broke into the Gao Mansion. Without finding Gao Qiu himself, they beat all the servants and servants of the Gao Mansion half to death and took away the power of the Gao Mansion. Everything that could not be moved was taken away and everything that could not be moved was smashed.
Then they all went to Honglu Temple to cause trouble, shouting for the Xixia envoys to get out and die. Wei Mingding was so frightened that he changed his makeup and ran away from the small door.
Finally, they broke through the guard and beat the "Dengwen Drum" outside the palace, breaking the drum head. The cry of protest was so shocking that Zhao Ji quickly summoned ministers to discuss countermeasures.
Finally, the court issued an edict to clarify that the envoys sent by the court were not to capture Wang Zhi, but to invite him back to receive a reward. Only then did the people of Bianjing leave cheering.
No king of any generation could tolerate such a minister who was so popular with the people. No matter how much trouble the people made, this son must return to the capital. It didn't matter even if he was given a high official position. He must be controlled under his nose. Zhao Ji made up his mind and immediately sent eight envoys. Bailijia hurriedly chased the former envoy with the imperial decree of reward.
Finally, when they were about to enter the Zhenrong Army, the rear envoy caught up with the former envoy. The two communicated for a while. The former envoy returned and the rear envoy entered the territory of the Zhenrong Army.
"Uncle, are you looking for me?"
Wang Erlang came from Pingxia City and went straight to Zhong Hao's office.
"Well, the imperial envoy is here. He will arrive in the afternoon. You come with me to greet him."
After Zhong Hao finished speaking, he no longer had the intention to read the documents, so he walked down and sat down next to Wang Zhi.
Wang Erlang was anxious and asked hurriedly: "What is the purpose of the messenger? Is there any news?"
"It's better than expected. I just called us back to Beijing to report on our work."
The former envoy came all the way, and his purpose of coming had already been discovered by the officials along the way, and he had already reported his arrival. However, the envoy 800 miles later came in a hurry and did not stop along the way, so Zhong Hao did not know about it.
Wang Erlang breathed a long sigh of relief and asked puzzledly: "Why do you want me to return to Beijing to report on your work?"
Zhong Hao rolled his eyes at him and said angrily: "Are all the people in your court fools?"
Wang Erlang said oh, and then said: "Then we want to go back to Beijing?"
"Will you go back to Beijing if I ask you to?"
Zhong Hao asked him in return, didn't he know what kind of person his nephew was? Let alone recalling him to Beijing to report on his duties, he would not go back even if he was carried back in eight-carriage sedan chair to be appointed an official.
As expected, Wang Erlang chuckled and said, "No."
Zhong Hao then said: "Then the next time the court sends someone, it won't be an envoy. Are you ready?"
"No."
Wang Erlang answered truthfully. Although the escort was still expanding rapidly and now numbered more than 10,000 people, they had not received much training and were not combat effective. It was really too difficult for Yue Pengju to expect 3,000 people to fight against the imperial army.
Of course, this answer was within Zhong Hao's expectation. If he could prepare it, he would no longer be his nephew.
"Be prepared to rebel. You will be killed this time."
"Not sure, uncle. I have someone in the court. Maybe the envoy who came this time will give us an official title."
Zhong Hao is speechless. You have already copied the old records of the imperial court, and you still expect his old Zhao family to grant you an official position. What are you thinking? I want to eat shit!
But when he received the angel group at noon and heard the imperial edict, Zhong Hao couldn't stand it anymore and almost cursed his mother.
"I Shao Ying Jun ordered me to say: Wang Zhi, the founding lord of Langya County, the governor of Qinzhou, and the deputy commander of the Japanese army, has served well in guarding the land, managed the borders well, and established the "Dictionary" to educate the people. His merits will last forever, and he is specially named Langya. The Duke of Kaiguo County, Huaide Army Jiedu Envoy, Zhongshu Sheren, and the direct bachelor of Longtuge will return to Beijing to take up their posts immediately. I express my gratitude to you."
Wang Erlang listened to the angel's thunderous chatter. Before he had time to think carefully about what these official positions were for, an exquisite and luxurious imperial edict appeared in front of his eyes.
Wang Erlang stretched out his hand inertly, and when he was about to receive the imperial edict, he suddenly woke up, "Nah!" Isn't this Zhongshu Sheren the emperor's secretary?
He remembered that this official position was one of the few in the Song Dynasty that combined official, job, and dispatch. He usually drafted and promulgated edicts for the emperor. It didn't matter if he couldn't. After all, there were usually several people in this position, but this was Those who actually work under the emperor's nose are in a position where they can see the emperor every day.
Most of the famous prime ministers and ministers in the history of the Song Dynasty have been gold-plated in this position. This is a real ladder to reach the position.
This noble position that others covet in the eyes of Wang Erlang is like a scourge.
Are you kidding me? I am the emperor's secretary who casually used the whole family of the Zhao family as a bet. Isn't it because I don't want to die quickly enough?
