Rebirth of Wu Ba Spring and Autumn

Chapter 951

"Wu Bang, Wu Rong."

"My son is here!"

"This time, you will lead the southern fleet."

"promise!"

Gong Zibang and Gong Zirong reluctantly accepted the king's order.

Compared to traveling across the ocean and living a life full of wind and sun on the boat all day, they would rather stay in Wu country, at least they have no worries about food and clothing, and can spend their days drinking...

It's a pity that, as Qingji's sons, they are destined to shoulder the responsibility.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

"Nan Rong."

"Chen is here!"

"You follow the southern fleet, with you as the leader, let Wu Bang and Wu Rong assist you."

"Sir, obey the king's orders!"

Qingji thought about it, and decided to change it.

After all, Gong Zibang and Gong Zirong have no sailing experience, but Nan Rong is different.

Nanrong was born in Taoism, a disciple of Lao Tzu, who had led his son You across the oceans before, and had rich experience in sailing.

As for marching and fighting, you can still count on Gong Zibang and Gong Zirong.

"The widow decided to dispatch [-] sea ships, [-] warships (warships), and [-] ships such as big wings, small wings, tumao, centipede ships, and Hailan ships."

"There are 2000 armored soldiers and 8000 auxiliary sailors. When we go east again, we must reach the American continent."

Qing Ji cast a contemptuous glance at Young Master You, and said, "Wu You, this time the Eastern Fleet will be led by you, so don't disappoint me."

"promise!"

Young Master You agreed immediately.

The scale of the eastward journey this time is also unprecedentedly large.

Whether it is the eastward flight or the China Southern Airlines, like the westbound caravan, they will set off in the early spring of next year so as to make sufficient preparations.

The three large-scale foreign activities of Dongdu, China Southern Airlines, Westbound, and Wu Guo all cost a lot, and the manpower and material resources dispatched are incalculable, but Qingji thinks that it is quite worthwhile.

After all, he was thinking about the future of Wu.

Build an empire on which the sun never sets?
Qingji dare not imagine, but he can lay the foundation for future generations.

……

The next day, in the residence of Fan Li, the imperial historian, in the study room, the incense burner was curling up, and the breeze was blowing.

Fan Li and Prime Minister Zuo Wenzhong are playing chess, and they meet their opponents.

However, Wen Zhong didn't seem to be thinking about the chess game, so he lost to Fan Li not long after.

Fan Li also saw the clue, so he picked up the teacup that was set aside, took a sip of the tea, and asked with a smile, "Young bird, do you have something on your mind?"

"Uncle Shao, I really can't hide it from you."

Wen Zhong smiled and said: "This time, I was ordered by the king to return to Xianyang from the state of Wei to report to the king, and the answers were fluent. The king also rewarded me with a lot of property, fertile land and food."

"This is a good thing, but looking at you, why are you a little depressed?"

"Uncle Shao, you really don't know, and you are still asking questions knowingly?"

Wen Zhong shook his head, and said slowly: "I heard that Dazai intends to adopt him, and His Majesty is going to choose a worthy man to make Dazai, right?"

"Your news is really well-informed."

"No, no, this news is spreading like wildfire in Xianyang. I guess, this is the news that the king deliberately let out. If not, how can such a major event of the country be known in the capital?"

"What, young bird, do you intend to be the Dazai?"

"Exactly."

Wen Zhong swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said: "Thinking of me, Wen Zhong, I have served in Wu for nearly 30 years, and I can be considered to have made remarkable achievements in politics, and I am very much loved by the King."

"Choose a phase, how can you be without me?"

Hearing this, Fan Li narrowed his eyes slowly, and said, "Shaoqin, with all due respect, you are taking too much credit for yourself. This is not a good thing. If you are not careful, you may fall into a big fall."

"Thank you for your reminder. Uncle Shao, I mean it."

Wen Zhong frowned and said: "My Wen Zhong has been Prime Minister of the Great Wu Zuo for many years. I have been conscientious in my tenure and have worked hard without complaint. I have always been a model for the officials."

"I'm only half a step away from the position of Dazai, so I think, no matter what, the king should consider me first when choosing a phase."

In fact, Wen Zhong guessed right.

Based on his merits and qualifications, no one would have any objection to being the Dazai of the Wu Kingdom, and it was a legitimate thing on the contrary.

However, whether Wenzhong can fulfill his wish to become the Dazai and a supreme minister depends on Qingji's appointment.

And Fan Li often stayed by Qingji's side and was Qingji's close minister.

He is also Dazai Jiran's favorite student.

Wen Zhong was absolutely right to inquire about news from Fan Li.

"Shaoqin, to tell you the truth, when my teacher resigned, he recommended three people to the king, and you were among them."

"Who are the other two?"

"Deng Xi, Confucius."

"It's them?"

Wen Zhong couldn't help feeling worried for a while.

In fact, he had already guessed that his opponents would be Deng Xi and Kong Qiu.

After all, one of them is Ting Wei and the other is Prime Minister You, who have a high reputation in the court and are representatives of Legalism and Confucianism, not much worse than Wenzhong.

"Will Your Majesty still consider others?"

"probably not."

Fan Li took a sip of tea leisurely, and said with a smile, "Shaoqin, why are you worrying about nothing? Who will the king choose to succeed him as Taizai, that is the king's decision, just like you and me, just follow orders."

"Uncle Shao, it depends on man's effort. How many years have I been looking forward to this day?"

Wen Zhong gritted his teeth, and said unwillingly: "If I miss the position of Dazai this time, I really don't know if I will still be able to reach such a high position and rule the Great Wu in my whole life."

"Shaoqin, listen to my advice, you are already a supreme minister, why should you pursue the position of Taizai?"

"It's not the same. It's my lifelong long-cherished wish for the official to pay homage to the prime minister. The prime minister Zuo belongs to the prime minister, but he is not the prime minister who is in power. If I can go one step further, half a step further, wouldn't it be better?"

Wen Zhong stretched out his head, saluted Fan Li, and said, "Young uncle, you and I are close friends, and you know the character of the king. Dare I ask Shaobo, how can I make the king favor me and worship me as Taizai?" "

"You, everything is fine, but you are too greedy and chasing fame and fortune."

Fan Li shook his head and sighed.

Wen Zhong, Kong Qiu, and Deng Xi all had certain flaws, otherwise Qingji would have made a decision long ago, which of them would be in charge of Wu.

For example, Deng Xi was a rigorous man, treated others meanly and ungrateful; Confucius did not have the talent to govern the world;

These shortcomings are actually harmless, because Wu's system can fully make up for their shortcomings.

It can be said unceremoniously that as long as the person who is the Dazai is not brain-dead, not mentally retarded, but just a decoration, the normal operation of the Wu Dynasty can basically be maintained.

However, Qingji had to carry out the next step of reform according to Wu's current affairs, so he was hesitant about choosing the Dazai.

"Shaoqin, the king wants to collect money from the people of the country without losing the hearts of the people. Can you do it?"

"Ah, this..."

Wen Zhong was dumbfounded.

How can it be possible to make money without losing the hearts of the people?

"Uncle Shao, I'm afraid you are entertaining me."

"That's what your majesty said. Presumably, Deng Xi and Kong Qiu already know what your majesty is thinking, and how to do it specifically is your majesty's test."

"Shao... Shaobo, can you teach me?"

Wen Zhong asked eagerly.

Hearing this, Fan Li shook his head and said, "The method, Your Majesty discussed it with me, but I can't tell you. That's all I've said, Shaoqin, please do it yourself."

"Ugh!"

Wen Zhong sighed helplessly.

Wu Guo's expenses this year are indeed large enough, and the money is like water, but it is only money from the treasury, and Qingji's personal wallet is not used. Why does Qingji still want to collect money?

(End of this chapter)