A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

"There has been too much talk outside. Has Shen An finally taken action?"

Zhao Zhen felt that this was a concession under pressure, which made Yang Zhuoxue look even more disgusting.

Zhang Baba lowered his head and said: "The Shen family said that his wife heard that there are many people with heart diseases, but the medicine is not cheap to prepare. I guess many people can't afford it, so they asked some charity people, and those people also I was willing to donate generously, so I raised thousands of dollars and planned to give them to several major medical clinics to make Jiuxin pills and give them to poor people for free..."

Zhao Zhen was stunned, "That woman is so thoughtful?"

Even though Shen An spent a lot of money to get the Jiuxin Pill, people in Bianliang are still saying bad things about him.

This is human nature.

Everyone felt that the Shen family's attempt to earn life-saving money was too sinister and looked ugly.

When people from those medical clinics went to the Shen family, they came out with expressions of emotion and spoke of the kindness of the Shen family's wife.

"Where does the Shen family lack the few thousand guan? The Shen family also subsidized 3,000 guan and raised 10,000 guan. Such a family... he should be blessed!"

"How many people in Bianliang can't afford medical treatment? This is what the Shen family does, and we are still cursing people. It's embarrassing!"

As for the rich people who spent money to buy prescriptions, they were also a little happy after being said to be voluntary donations, so everyone was happy.

As soon as the wind in Bianliang City changed, the Shen family became the most philanthropic family, and the Shen family's wife became the most virtuous family of the year.

"Yang Xianhui..."

In the Shen family, Shen An was teasing his wife.

Yang Zhuoxue blushed with embarrassment and asked, "My lord, is it appropriate for me to do this?"

"Very appropriate."

Shen An said: "From now on, my husband will feel relieved."

"Lang Jun, Mr. Bao has gone to the court."

I go!

Shen An couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said, "Why is he so anxious?"

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"Why don't you raise more people?"

Zhao Zhen was very happy, and Bao Zheng was in a good mood.

"Your Majesty, I feel relaxed after taking the medicine, but I feel uncomfortable after resting at home all day, and my bones feel sore."

Bao Zheng is back. After he returned to the Third Division, his subordinates came to congratulate him one after another.

"After escaping from death, I have learned something."

He summoned the officials in the Third Division to speak, "People, no matter how much money you put into the coffin, it will be in vain. No matter how much you eat, it will eventually turn into loess. Doing nothing will be a waste of life. So if you want to do something, you must do it for Da Song does things."

Bao Zheng, whom the officials were familiar with, was back.

He convened a meeting with his subordinates, and his first sentence was: "The Third Division has a heavy responsibility. You often say that we need to send more people, but I know that there are redundant officials in the Third Division, so I immediately found them and found work for them."

The third deputy envoy said with a headache: "They will make trouble, and what if they can't find anything?"

There are only so many practical positions in the Third Division, and there is so much to do. How should we arrange them?

Bao Zheng said coldly: "If you have nothing to do, just go back and let the court make rearrangements."

The deputy envoy smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid it will cause turmoil."

Boss, do you want to eliminate redundant officials?

This is a taboo thing.

Bao Zheng shook his head and said: "I don't care about redundant officials, let's clean them up!"

The Third Division has begun to clean up the idlers!

Zhao Zhen, who was drinking tea, almost choked to death on a mouthful of tea, and then shouted: "Let Han Qi go and arrange the extra people in the Third Division immediately, quick!"

The visitor rushed away. Zhao Zhen pushed away the chamberlain who was stroking his chest and said with a wry smile: "Bao Zheng is bold in doing things. If it were later, this matter would be difficult to deal with."

If things get heated later, Bao Zheng will become the target of public criticism.

"Does he not want to live? Go and let him come."

Bao Zheng arrived soon, looking calm.

"Why?"

Zhao Zhen asked lightly.

Bao Zheng has experienced the Qingli New Deal and should know what not to do.

Bao Zheng raised his head and said calmly: "In the official family, someone has to take the lead... In the official family, you are old, and the ministers are also old. Will the people who follow you think of innovation?"

Zhao Zhen sighed, "You are trying to make a start. Whoever wants to innovate in the future will be the forerunner."

Bao Zheng nodded: "Guan, you should know that if the Song Dynasty doesn't change... it will turn into the sunset if it doesn't change!"

He wanted to say subjugation of the country, but Zhao Zhen looked ugly, so he changed the topic to sunset.

Imperial sunset!

Zhao Zhen's face was livid, "Sunset, do you want to say that the Song Dynasty is the sunset? The last afterglow? Huh?"

Chen Zhongheng lowered his head, and the servants shrank their heads, even suppressing their breathing.

Bao Zheng slowly raised his head with a confused look, "I love my family and my parents. I remember that after I passed the imperial examination that year, I was not in my hometown when I was awarded the title, and I didn't want to go. Later, I was awarded the title of Hezhou, but I was not with my parents, and I still didn't want to go. If you agree, then resign and go home..."

Bao Zheng had a good childhood, boyhood, and youth. He was loved by his parents and could be called a model of an otaku. If he wasn't an otaku, he wouldn't look like this.

I have been an official for many years, but I can’t lose face and am not used to building relationships...

The temperament of these people is actually similar to that of the otakus of later generations.

"Later, my parents passed away, and I stayed in the house to observe filial piety and refused to leave. The elders in my hometown told me that today's officials are benevolent kings. Why are you guarding the graves of your parents? You should go to serve the Song Dynasty. I want to come to my parents. The spirits in heaven will feel at ease..."

So he set out and embarked on his official career until now.

Bao Zheng touched his chest and felt no previous symptoms of angina.

Anbei is like this for me... So what if I make a big fuss for him?

"I have been an official for many years. I have held various positions from south to north. I have seen those officials... Your Majesty..."

Bao Zheng said seriously: "There are good officials, but there are too many officials, and no one takes their work seriously. As time goes by, those who work seriously become aliens, and are even made fun of... Why is this?"

Redundant officials lead to overstaffing!

"Why can't everyone have something to do? Not fake things, but serious things."

The official establishment of the Song Dynasty was very complicated. On the one hand, it was for checks and balances, and on the other hand, it was to accommodate those who had nowhere to settle.

There is no need to set up many official positions at all. The consequence of setting them up based on people is doing nothing.

Zhao Zhen's expression gradually calmed down.

Bao Zheng is old, he has no ambition, and he has too few friends to be ambitious.

Such an old minister's words were full of true feelings, true feelings for the Song Dynasty, and true feelings for his emperor.

"I pulled you face to face to remonstrate with you. From now on, only Wei Zheng is the only one. But what will happen after Wei Zheng's death? Is that Taizong as broad-minded as you? No!"

Bao Zheng said excitedly: "We can't delay it any longer, officials, do you want to hand this matter over to the next one? How can you go to see the late emperor? I..."

What he said was taboo.

His lips were trembling and tears finally fell.

His body also slowly knelt down...

He bowed his head and paid homage to his king with a big bow.

"The officials...can't do it anymore!"

Zhao Zhen watched him lying down dullly, and then blinked his eyelids.

He opened his mouth, sniffed, then leaned back...

"Hel Bao Qing up, quickly, help him up!"

There was fear in his voice, as if he was facing some monster.

Chen Zhongheng went there in person and went to help Bao Zheng with a chamberlain.

Anyone who has helped an old man knows the heaviness. By the time they helped Bao Zheng up, Chen Zhongheng almost collapsed.

Bao Zheng looked up at Zhao Zhen with hope in his eyes.

Zhao Zhen said with a dull face, "Bao Qing feels unwell, go back and rest quickly."

"Official..."

Bao Zheng's eyes were full of reluctance, and then disappeared.

He was helped all the way out, and when he arrived outside the political hall, Han Qi was already waiting.

"You know it's useless, you should also know it's impossible, it's destruction..."

Bao Zheng raised his head and said coldly: "No matter what, it will be destroyed, but it will be later."

Han Qi closed his eyes, reached out and pressed it, and said: "Wait, naturally there will be British masters and famous ministers to deal with the Song Dynasty in the future, I will wait... just maintain it."

Bao Zheng shook his head and walked out unsteadily.

Han Qi looked at him, feeling a little unbearable but unable to persuade him.

"Throughout the ages, heroes have never been able to find a place for Sun Zhongmou. On the dancing pavilion and on the singing stage, the wind and rain will blow away all the romance..."

The old voice attracted many people to come out, and they couldn't help but be shocked when they saw it was Bao Zheng.

"what happened to him?"

"have no idea."

"I think back then, when we were strong and powerful, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger..."

Bao Zheng's waist gradually straightened and his steps became stronger.

"...Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?"

"This old Bao Zheng is really unbeatable. He is as tough as a green pine."

The speaker was Zeng Gongliang.

Han Qi lamented: "You are just a little too anxious. Have the people from the Third Division gathered together?"

Zeng Gongliang nodded and said: "Get it together. Since Bao Zheng wants to set a precedent, let him do it. From now on..."

Will the next emperor have this courage?

If not, then it would be a failure of Bao Zheng's determination today.

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"Sansi..."

Shen An said with a headache: "It's too early to do this now."

Zhao Zhongzhen said: "The officials did not respond. All the people who were cleared out of the Third Division were resettled. Zhongshu was so quick that it was chilling. And the reason was that the Third Division was an important place, and idle people would mess up things. It was a ridiculous reason. It would be better to say that it would be done elsewhere. It’s better to send someone.”

"No hurries?"

When Shen An learned that Bao Zheng was fine, he relaxed a little. He casually picked up the stone record with half a chapter written on the table and looked at it, but he was at a loss as to the plot below. "What do you think about Li Zhang?"

His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something, looking careless.

"Li Zhang?"

Zhao Zhongzhen thought for a while, "I've met him a few times and I'm very polite, but polite is polite, but distant."

"Of course he's going to be distant."

Various thoughts were swirling in Shen An's mind: "Zhong Zhen, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net The military power of the Song Dynasty lies in the Sanyamen and the Privy Council..."

This is a hint.

You should think about how to seize military power in the future.

If the military power is not firmly grasped, it will be difficult to do anything you want to do in the future.

Zhao Zhongzhen nodded: "I need to think about it, but the status of the Song Dynasty army is low..."

This is also a hint.

The army's status is low and it cannot hold its position.

In other words, the army is useless!

The army of the Song Dynasty was controlled by civilian officials and it was difficult to stand up.

Shen An put down the manuscript and said calmly: "Zhejia..."

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