Zhao Chu glanced at Lizong and the Queen, and then answered cautiously: "Tell me, dad, what I'm explaining today...is...yes..."
"What is it? Tell daddy." Lizong frowned at first, but when he saw Zhao Bao's crying face, he could only say softly.
"Yes, it's "The Theory of War."" Zhao Qi finally spoke clearly.
Lizong's originally stern face became obviously softer, and he asked happily: "Can you memorize "The Theory of War"?"
Zhao Chun's mouth flattened, and an ugly expression suddenly appeared on his face. He had to start reciting it, but he stuttered and recited ten sentences and couldn't recite it anymore.
Lizong raised his hand and finally touched his shoulder and said, "Younger has made progress."
Seeing the disappointed look on Lizong's face and the delighted look on Zhao Bao's face, Xie Daoqing also had a wry smile on his face.
Zhao Ping is obviously younger than Chu'er, but Chu'er can even recite less than ten sentences of his article.
They are the same people, why is there such a big gap?
One has already written a book and the other can't even recite ten sentences from his book.
Lizong, Xie Daoqing and others looked at each other and suddenly felt weak all over. They sat on armchairs one after another.
Xie Daoqing took a sip of Zui Chunfeng and felt more conscious.
She suddenly remembered something, looked at the newspaper and said to Lizong: "Guan family, how do you feel about the expenses of the palace recently?"
Lizong couldn't help but was stunned. He didn't care much about this matter. When he heard the queen asked about this matter, he was thinking about it while drinking tea.
"I don't feel as nervous as before. Zi Lu manages the household well." Lizong said with a guilty conscience, and could only keep praising Xie Daoqing.
No wonder he became more comfortable visiting prostitutes. Although he didn't like Xie Daoqing, he still respected her.
Of course Xie Daoqing knew that Lizong was recruiting prostitutes, as long as he didn't do it blatantly.
After all, as an official, it would be really embarrassing if he went out to solicit prostitutes in a big way.
This not only brings shame to the palace, but also to the court, and also brings shame to the entire Song Dynasty.
For Xie Daoqing, as long as officials do not go out of their way to recruit prostitutes, it will have little impact on her.
Regardless of whether there is a prostitute or not, Lizong doesn't like her very much. She only needs to be in charge of the harem.
Xie Daoqing took out an account book from his sleeve and said: "Zhao Ping and his concubines set up several workshops together. We got 60%, while Zhao Ping only got 40%."
Originally, Zhao Ping's share was 40%, but later the share in the palace of the workshop he set up became 60%.
Xie Daoqing began to be seriously wary of Zhao Ping, worried that he could achieve goals through the harem that the officialdom could not achieve.
However, Zhao Ping never asked for a harem, and he still thrived in officialdom.
Then she gradually let down her guard and agreed that the weight in the palace gradually increased until it reached 60%.
When it reached 60%, she no longer wanted to improve it. After all, the palace only released almost idle land to expel the city foxes, rats, and pigs.
"In the past few months, the palace's income has been as high as one hundred thousand copper coins. I heard that Zhao Ping has launched other new things. It is estimated that it is not impossible to earn hundreds of thousands or even millions of copper coins every year in the future."
At this point, she smiled tenderly at Lizong and said: "The officials feel that life has been much easier in the past few months. Those civil servants are loyal and patriotic in their mouths, but Zhao Ping is really in their hands and in their hearts."
The expenses of the palace include the expenses of recruiting prostitutes. Lizong blushed and changed the subject: "No wonder there are always tinkling sounds coming from Pingshan Garden these days. It turns out that they are being made in our own workshop. "
"Now that the internal treasury is rich, the life of the frontline soldiers will be easier." He hurriedly changed the topic to make himself look taller.
After all, Lizong was the official of the entire Song Dynasty and had to be considered from a nationwide perspective.
"This man is young, even younger than my wife. Alas, if I didn't have this status, I really want to accept him as my adopted son." Xie Daoqing said this very much in his heart.
But she must not tell it, because Lizong put all his thoughts on Zhao Qi and he attached great importance to blood.
If Xie Daoqing said this, the minister could not help but think that Lizong wanted to give up Zhao Qi.
The identity of the queen was determined, and Xie Daoqing's son must be related to the throne.
Even if Zhao Ping is an adopted son, Zhao Ping is also named Zhao after all.
Although Zhao Qi is too stupid, he has official blood after all.
This Zhao Ping has helped the palace so much, but he has never made any demands.
When Xie Daoqing's wariness was completely eliminated, he decided to try his best to help him.
She couldn't help but sigh: "If his surname is not Zhao, he should be a good match for Rui Guo (Princess). The two of them are about the same age."
"Don't mention this again." Lizong couldn't help being stunned when he heard this, and said with a smile, "Firstly, Princess Shang's career is over; secondly, Zhao Ping's own surname is Zhao, so it is impossible for Princess Shang."
At this point, Lizong shook his head and said to himself: "Some people say that Zhao Ping is frightened by the official bombardment, saying that he supports his troops and respects himself."
Speaking of which, his originally gentle face suddenly turned cold, and his eyes were full of solemnity.
Xie Daoqing looked at the neatly stacked newspapers on the table and said, "Official, is there anyone who has sent almost all of his troops to Xi County?"
"There are hundreds of thousands of barbarians in Xingyuan Prefecture. The two sides are fighting fiercely in Xi County. I heard that it has become a flesh and blood mill." Xie Daoqing expressed his judgment.
At this time, Lizong stood up from the coffee table chair, walked around the coffee table a few times, and said to himself: "Zhao Ping, do you really want to be a lonely minister?"
After all, Zhao Ping now has a large number of soldiers and a lot of wealth in the world, so he has to consider these things.
However, Zhao Ping currently has no plans to support his own troops, and has sent almost all his troops into the mouth of the Hu people.
It can be said that almost everything Zhao Ping did was for the sake of the Song Dynasty.
Thinking of this, Lizong suddenly patted the coffee table and said, "Zilu, Zhao Ping is so loyal to the Song Dynasty and the palace, how about letting him help me?"
Xie Daoqing looked at the expression on the face of the somewhat frightened Qi'er, then took a look at Mou Zicai who was still sitting in a corner, and thought that he could not be involved in politics.
She bowed to Lizong, shook her head and said, "I dare not say anything."
Mou Zicai sat in the corner, recording the words and deeds of the two people, thinking: "Sage, although you have not explained, it is actually more effective than the explanation."
The next day, the political hall continued to discuss yesterday's matter about Jingyan Salt Mountain.
The two sides are still arguing fiercely, and no one can convince the other.
Lizong thought about it all night yesterday and came up with his own idea.
He looked at both sides and said in a deep voice: "Since Jingyan Salt Mountain has become auspicious, then we will set up a salt department on Chengdu Fulu Road. Zhu Nantian will be the official history of the salt department, from the fifth rank, and Zhao Ping will be the deputy envoy, from the sixth rank. Zhao Ping handed over the salt technology without any mistakes."
"Li Yueqiu managed Jintang County well, raising the household registration from less than 1,000 to 50,000, and promoted him to deputy envoy of Changping Division, from the sixth rank."
"Liu Ang was promoted to magistrate of Jintang County, and Cheng Liang was appointed county magistrate."
Lizong promoted Zhao Ping's relatives, friends and subordinates one after another, but he also left foreshadowing.
Zhao Pingyuan came to Chengdu Mansion as a seventh-grade official, but now he has become a sixth-grade official, and his actual job has been promoted by one level.
Not only the actual job was upgraded, but Zhao Ping's official rank was upgraded from the sixth grade to the fifth grade.
Zhao Ping's mother also rose with the tide and became the fifth-grade imperial wife.
It is a pity that Zhao Ping did not have a son, otherwise he would have had a casual official position.
Lizong gave Zhao Ping a slap and a sweet date.
At the same time, he also tested whether Zhao Ping was really loyal. If you are really loyal, you should hand over the salt technology.
Su Hanqing and Yun Wuya achieved their goals but failed to achieve them.
Shio Si stood up, but he was not the Shio Si they thought.
Not only did they not let one of their own take charge of the Salt Division, they also had no intention of promoting Zhao Ping to become deputy envoy.
Because Zhao Ping, the chief administrator of Chengdu, did not fall behind, the officials valued Zhao Ping's governance talents and his ability to transform salt.
But Su Hanqing and Yun Wuya still have a small consolation, that is, Zhao Ping must hand over the salt technology.
Moreover, Jintang County, Zhao Ping's hometown, has now changed its county magistrate, and Liu Ang is Zhao Ping's life and death enemy.
Zhao Ping's uncle was promoted openly and secretly, from the paradise on earth in Jintang County to the small nest of Tiji Changpingsi.
Zhao Ping's uncle is a nerd. What does he govern in Jintang County? If it weren't for Zhao Ping, he would have been ostracized by Liu Ang.
It was definitely not a good thing for him to leave the golden nest that Zhao Ping had specially built for him and come to Tiji Changping Division, a place he was unfamiliar with.
Liu Ang is Zhao Ping's life-and-death rival. His coming to govern Jintang County is obviously not a good thing for Zhao Ping.
Thinking of this, Su Hanqing and Yun Wuya felt more balanced.
The Salt Division was established, and for the time being it was still linked to the promotion of the Changping Division.
Fortunately, the Changping Division that Zhao Ping built was large enough.
Now it is not only possible to accommodate the promotion of the Changping Division, but also the Salt Division is not a problem.
Yun Wuya finally came to Yansi after a lot of effort, but now he couldn't be happy no matter what.
Not only is he not the chief envoy, he is also not the deputy envoy. He is still a judge, and he is also a subordinate of Zhao Ping.
Although he was only a judge, he felt that it was beneficial because he had the golden mountain of Jingyan in his hands.
Before he left the transportation department, Su Hanqing called Yun Wuya to the office.
He changed his serious attitude towards Yun Wuya, and said with a smile on his face: "Bianzhi (Yun Wuya's word), congratulations on your leap from chaff basket to meat basket."
"Thank you for the promotion. I am deeply grateful." Yun Wuya bowed his head to the end.
"This is not the intention of the envoy, but the intention of the imperial court." Su Hanqing hurriedly stepped forward to help him, and kept saying with laughter on his face.
Yun Wuya couldn't help but be shocked. He didn't expect that his appointment as a little judge would alarm the big shots in the court.
"Nantian's achievements are obvious to all. This kid Zhao Ping has the skills to transform salt." Su Hanqing explained, "Fortunately, Zhao Ping did not become an envoy."
Although Yun Wuya and Su Hanqing hated Zhao Ping in their hearts, they had to admire Zhao Ping. Could this boy really be a disciple of the immortal?
"Now the imperial edict requires Zhao Ping to hand over the salt technology. Although you are the judge, you are responsible for the well research salt mountain and workshop." Su Hanqing emphasized. After speaking, Su Hanqing sat on the chair, drinking tea and looking at Yun Wuya.
