I originally wanted to make Lao Zhao happy first, then mention it in an understatement and get over it, but I didn't expect that he would be so sensitive and alert.
Zhao Mengqi had no choice but to confess and explained the matter of the good monk's certificate and the good temple certificate in detail.
There is definitely no way Lao Zhao can hide such a big thing. Instead of waiting for others to complain, it is always better to say hello yourself first.
After hearing this, Old Zhao gasped and looked around for a stick or something. He had to teach this prodigal traitor a lesson.
"What do you mean by what you did? I am so angry! From now on, Buddhist disciples all over the world will not be able to poke the backbone of the royal family and curse!? You are a traitor..."
Zhao Mengqi did not dodge, and stood obediently while Lao Zhao sprayed blood all over his head.
The reason why he didn't get beaten was all thanks to Old Man Lin holding Old Zhao back, "Your Majesty, calm down your anger... Calm down your anger... It's not a big deal, why don't you just ask those bald donkeys for money."
"Isn't this a big deal? What do you mean by asking for money? If you keep doing it, you will have to pay taxes for a year!" Zhao Yun fumed.
Zhao Mengqi defended weakly, "That's right, Mr. Lin is right. Those monks and nuns have deprived the court and the people of so much, so what's the point of asking them to contribute to the construction of the Song Dynasty?"
"How dare you talk back! Lao Lin, let me go..." Lao Zhao was almost furious.
"Your Majesty, I have to advise you. Sooner or later, this world will belong to him. We are old bones and we still have a few years to live. Besides, Shiro is not a stupid young man. What can he do? He has weighed things up clearly for himself. Didn’t he get over the big turmoil a while ago?"
Old man Lin held Zhao Yun firmly and persuaded him earnestly.
Zhao Mengqi climbed up the pole, "Yes, yes, children have a sense of propriety. Dad, don't be angry, it's not worth it, it's not worth it..."
Zhao Yun felt relieved and exhaled heavily, "That's all! I picked up this throne anyway. If I am really defeated, it will be God's will!"
Seeing that Old Zhao was over his anger, Zhao Mengqi immediately turned into a filial son, with a flattering look on his face. He stepped forward to rub his shoulders and pat his back. He was glad that he had caught up with the opportunity and met Old Lin, otherwise he would have been beaten so severely today.
Then he poured wine and served dishes, transformed into a waiter, and began to serve, "Dad, the child has grown up now. I will leave all the troublesome things to the child in the future. You can enjoy the happiness and happiness. Wait. It’s so wonderful to celebrate the New Year, hug the children, and enjoy the old age..."
Zhao Yun, who had lost his temper when he heard his son talk nonsense, just rolled his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
"Um...Dad, I'm here today, and there's something else I want to mention to you."
After procrastinating for a long time, Zhao Mengqi was finally able to explain the fundamental purpose of this trip.
"By the way!? Haha..." Lao Zhao now couldn't believe it, but he was helpless, "You still have a few ounces of oil in your dog's belly, pour it all out."
Zhao Mengqi looked like it wasn't a big deal, "My child wants Qun Mu Si."
"Qun Mu Si? What are you doing here?" Zhao Yun was surprised and wary. He didn't know what trouble Zhao Mengqi wanted to make.
The Department of Animal Husbandry is in charge of the affairs of raising official horses nationwide. Since horses have always been an important military material, all the chief officials of the Group Animal Husbandry System are generally concurrently held by the Privy Envoy or the Deputy Privy Envoy.
Zhao Mengqi came as soon as he opened his mouth, "The child is coming, naturally he wants to contribute to the horse breeding business of the Song Dynasty, so that the army of the Song Dynasty will no longer be short of horses, so that it can be invincible in the future..."
"Stop, stop, stop! Don't be ridiculous. If you're still not honest, get out of the palace now!" Old Zhao didn't want to listen to his deception.
Zhao Mengqi said sarcastically, "Well, actually, I want to sell the horse."
"What!? Don't even think about it! Are you crazy? I haven't settled what just happened with you, and you've made your mind up on official horses again. Don't you know how much horses are needed in the Song Dynasty? Even if you have money, you can't buy them. Are you still thinking of selling!? I think you won’t give up until I’m so angry today, right?!”
Zhao Yun's anger, which he had just suppressed for a while, was about to ignite again.
"Dad, don't be anxious. Just listen to what I have to say. I'm selling horses. It's really so that the Song Dynasty will no longer be short of horses!"
"Haha! Can selling horses make more horses? Have you tried your best before lying?...Okay, okay, I won't let you say it today. You don't want to give up, right? Then you can say it. If you can't say it, If you come up with a rationale that justifies it, you will no longer want this reserve position!"
"Dad, please listen to me carefully..."
It took more than half an hour for Zhao Mengqi to explain the logic of his thoughts clearly.
"Dad, think about it, now this horse is only needed by the imperial court, but the imperial court has so much money to pay a high price to buy a horse, but only those who can afford the price, and the imperial court does not allow them to use horses, but let's lift the horse ban and let them Horses have become a popular commodity among the people, and the price has been pushed higher, forming a huge buyer's market. Driven by profit, many people must risk their lives to smuggle horses back. In this way, the number of horses in the Song Dynasty will not be reduced. Are there more?"
After hearing this, Zhao Yun fell into silence. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his son's heresy seemed to be possible.
What on earth is going on? It's obviously nonsense, but after hearing it from this son's mouth, it seems to be a very feasible thing.
"But now that you're here, how can there be any use for horses in the army? It's easy to say that the three divisions in front of the palace are directly under the command, but the armies along the border, even if they issue iron orders, don't want those military leaders to sell their horses privately."
"Hehe, we just want them to sell it, otherwise how can we justly rectify them..."
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