A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

It was dry and cold in early winter, but there is sunshine today.

A ray of sunlight slanted in from the window, and Shen An reached out to touch the light, which was slightly warm.

"...It's almost the end of the year. Those with money in the clan will naturally have no worries, but those without money will have a hard time."

Zhao Zong'e farted twice while speaking, "Recently, several elders have raised some money and food, and they said it will be given to those clans who are having a hard time... I feel that this is a bit of a bribe."

Shen An turned his hand over and looked at the light shining on the back of his hand, "Didn't it happen before?"

"There's a fart!"

Zhao Zonge was disliked by others for farting too much, so he was a little bit shabby, and he spoke without any taboos: "In the past, those clans were sad at the end of the year, but no one would reach out. This year, Zhao Yunbi and the others are pretending to take action..."

He leaned forward with a probing look in his eyes: "My father and the Prince of Runan are brothers..."

These clans are all descendants of Zhao Laoer, and it is useless to establish relationships unless they can involve brothers.

But the lineage of the clan is very important.

Is Zhao Zonge taking sides?

Shen An moved slightly in his heart, then took a deep breath when the wind blew in from the window, and said, "The king is very kind."

As long as you rebel anyway, I guarantee that Zhao Shu will be very kind to you.

Zhao Zong'e's eyes flickered a little, probably because he had some doubts.

Shen An said calmly: "A certain person just came out of the palace, met with the king, and finally had lunch in the palace."

After Zhao Shu entered the palace, the men outside never entered Qingning Palace at all. This... this is Xin Zhong!

Zhao Zonge said enviously: "This is what it means to reuse you. Anbei is so lucky, so I am envious, and even a little jealous."

This guy is getting more and more outspoken.

Shen An said: "The king is very kind and tolerant."

Forgiving yarn.

Zhao Shu's temperament changed drastically due to his experiences when he was young. Coupled with the influence of anxiety and depression, he became a bit neurotic.

How can I put it, today he may be tolerant, but if he turns around, he will become bitter, even grumpy.

This is the change in temperament caused by psychological problems.

Shen An was deceiving Zhao Zonge, but he didn't feel any guilt at all.

If it weren't for Zhao Zhongzhen, the life and death of Zhao Lao Er's descendants had nothing to do with him, and he wouldn't have given it a second glance.

There was joy in Zhao Zong'e's eyes, and he stood up and said, "That will make me feel at ease. I will come and tell you if there is any movement from them later."

Shen An stood up and said goodbye, "Thank you sir."

Zhao Zonge nodded slightly, then glanced at Zhe Kexing before going out.

Zhe Kexing's eyes were cold and showed no respect at all. If it weren't for his low status as a warrior, he probably wouldn't have stood up.

"There are not many good ones in the clan."

Only then did Zhe Kexing take a deep breath. Shen An turned around and opened all the windows. The cold wind blew in, and he was breathing as if he had just held his breath for a long time.

Shen An nodded slightly and agreed with this view.

The so-called clans are mostly rice bugs. Like the later Ming Dynasty, it became a burden to the Song Dynasty.

Later, there were too many declining clans, and the government even introduced measures to allow them to find their own way to survive, which was better than the Ming Dynasty.

Shen An frowned slightly, "They are helping those clans in need at this time. They seem to have good intentions, but who dares to do so when the officials are in good health? This is a taboo thing. They...have nothing to fear?"

Zhe Kexing picked up the wine bottle and drank slowly, squinting out of the window: "For them, officials are like tigers. Now that tigers are old and sick, they will naturally jump up and down."

Shen An leaned against the window and pondered.

Zhe Kexing raised his head and drank a bottle of wine, then threw the silver wine bottle beside him and laughed loudly.

"Brother An Bei, this matter seems normal, but someone knows your temper, but do you want to take action? What should you do?"

"How to do it?"

Shen An smiled and went home.

"Sister-in-law, I don't want to take a shower...it's cold."

In the backyard of the Shen family, Yang Zhuoxue was competing with Guoguo.

Yang Zhuoxue grabbed Guoguo and raised her eyebrows, "You just took a bath three days ago. You can tell yourself... Take a bath every three days in winter. This is what your brother said, and you agreed..."

Guo Guo wrinkled her face and said, "Sister-in-law, I will wash it tomorrow. I will definitely wash it tomorrow."

"Just wash it today!"

Shen An said angrily: "It's a chore for you to take a bath. It's all about delicious food."

Guo Guo was about to resist, but she sniffed and cheered: "It's fried quail... Brother is so good."

Shen An said angrily: "This is the last time. I will definitely not buy it next time. If the frying is not good, it will make you fat..."

Yang Zhuoxue had been married for a short time, and she began to feel that this husband was very considerate and gentle, and he could be called a rare husband.

She lives a comfortable life here, and her family is naturally proud of her. When others ask, they all say that her son-in-law is considerate and respectful, and is an excellent marriage partner.

She was considerate and respectful, but Yang Zhuoxue felt that there was a layer of fog about this husband that she couldn't see through.

Shen An now looks at her gentle and doting eyes. She is happy to see Guo Guo eating, and even reaches out to touch the top of her head...

This...how does it look like the action of parents teasing their children?

"Don't get oil all over your clothes."

Guoguo nodded when he had something in his mouth.

"Hey! Why do you have the appetite of a Bianliang person?"

In his previous life, Shen An was not interested in any fried chicken, and fried quail was not his thing.

"tasty."

After Guoguo finished eating the fried quail, Yang Zhuoxue took her to take a bath. The sister-in-law and sister-in-law went there laughing and joking. Shen An asked Aunt Chen: "How are the neighborhood children playing with Guoguo?"

Aunt Chen smiled and said: "Okay. The little lady likes to play, and she takes a few girls to play in the alley all day long..."

Shen An smiled and said, "Okay, be careful about strangers from now on."

Aunt Chen's eyes became more wary, and she asked tentatively: "Mr. Lang, there is someone...who would be cruel to such a cute little lady?"

Shen An smiled and said, "I'm just giving you a heads up. Chen Luo and the others are at home, so let me know if something happens. If there's an emergency, it won't matter if I just say that I'm offering a reward of 100,000 yuan."

Aunt Chen covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Our family is rich, what Mr. Lang said will scare many people!"

Shen An smiled and said, "But some people don't know."

Brother is rich!

Are you convinced?

Not convinced?

Then let's compare who has more money.

The man he was talking about was counting.

A piece of paper recorded a person's name, and a white finger without any calluses slowly slid down the name...

"Thirty-one people, okay, our family can't spend this amount of money alone. It would be a taboo, so we ask them to come together."

Zhao Yunbi handed the paper to Zhang Wen and explained: "We can't go to the front, we have to keep a low profile."

Zhang Wen folded the paper and stuffed it into his sleeve, and there was a look of admiration on Ma's face: "This is all we can do now. The best time will be when things in the palace are settled, but the man is not sick..."

Zhao Yunbi covered his forehead and said: "What a bunch of idiots! If that person is not sick, how can there be an excuse to attack him?"

Zhang Wen's eyes were complicated and he said calmly: "Zaifu... Han Qi is tough and domineering and cannot be persuaded; Zeng Gongliang seems to be kind, but he is still stubborn in his heart; Ouyang Xiu is dim-sighted. It is said that he cannot distinguish colors and his eyes are all black and white... …But he is on good terms with Shen An, and Shen An is that person’s staunchest supporter.”

Zhao Yunbi said melancholy: "That boy is very disgusting. Zhao Shu was originally seriously ill and he was the one who cured him. Many people in the clan said that there was something wrong with Zhao Shu's brain. How could he be a prince? So... he deserves to die the most. It’s Shen An.”

Zhang Wen feels that the risks of this matter are extremely high, but the rewards are also very high. "Prince, it is better to let Prince Huayuan take the lead. In this way, we hide and they will take care of it if anything happens."

"That's how it should be done."

Zhao Yunbi raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said sarcastically: "He will die on that throne. As for Zhao Shu, this person is too mean. Will people like Han Qi like him to be an emperor?"

Zhang Wen shook his head: "They won't like it. They prefer weak emperors. But this matter is not up to them."

The ministers of any dynasty like weak emperors because that means they have more autonomy.

"So this is the opportunity."

Zhao Yunbi smiled slightly, "I have been dormant for the past six months, helping out whenever there is a problem around me, and not caring about conflicts... Why? Isn't it just to make those people think that I am weak?"

There was more majesty in his eyes. Just sitting upright, Zhang Wen couldn't help but praise: "The prince has the air of an emperor."

Zhao Yunbi said calmly: "Go tomorrow morning. I will go in person and call Zhao Yunliang and his son. Let's go together to send money and food. At least we can let those relatives celebrate the new year."

Zhang Wen agreed and asked before going out: "Prince, what if the father and son are timid and don't dare to go?"

Zhao Yunbi shook his head and said with a smile: "The father and son are timid, but they are big-hearted. They seem to be learning Taoism, but in their hearts they hope to live in the imperial city, so they will definitely go there tomorrow."

Zhang Wen nodded and left the main hall.

Zhao Yunbi picked up the tea cup without drinking, just looking at the mist of water, his eyes gradually blurred.

"That position... you almost saluted me back then, but I was afraid and refused. Now that you are in your twilight years and dying, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net will eventually turn into a piece of loess... and I can still live for two years. Ten or twenty years later, I will see you again..."

The Golden Crow is setting in the west, and the sun feels cold on people's bodies.

But Shen An was very enthusiastic.

He entered the palace again, but asked to see Zhao Shu.

Zhao Shu had probably just played the suona, and he looked quite rosy and in good spirits.

Playing the suona in the palace...can those people bear it?

Shen An was thinking wildly while saluting.

"But something happened?"

Zhao Shu took a sip of tea and exhaled comfortably.

Shen An was not interested in drinking the tea here. He pushed the tea cup away calmly and said, "I just received news that tomorrow some extremely respected clan elders will visit and express condolences to some clan members who are having a hard time."