In the Song Dynasty, there was no law or order.

After Zhao Zhen went to Zhao Jun in the early morning and learned some new things, he went to Chuigong Hall to discuss politics in the morning.

The Northern Song Dynasty had a regular court system, that is, civil and military officials held a morning court in Wende Hall. But because the regular court was just a symbolic ceremony, it was gradually abolished.

The real court was held in Chuigong Hall. Except for some specific officials, officials did not come often. Only when their own offices had important official business to report would they come to report national affairs to the emperor and the three ministers and two counselors.

In addition, if something happened temporarily, they could also request to enter the palace urgently and then report to the emperor in the inner hall.

In the past, Zhao Zhen would have listened carefully to the reports of the various Privy Councils, Salt and Iron, Ministry of Revenue, Duzhi and other three departments, the many university scholars of the Academy of Scholars of the Cabinet, and the officials of the Yintai Department, Tongjin Department, Fazhi Department, Sanbanyuan and the nine temples and six supervisors.

But today, his mind was not on national affairs at all, and he wanted to go to the back garden to listen to history. Zhao Jun had obviously already hooked Zhao Zhen's heart at this time. Even the affairs of the country were not as important as Zhao Jun's prophecies.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

Someone called him from below.

Zhao Zhen came to his senses and saw that it was Fan Zhongyan, the Tianzhang Pavilion attendant, the Ministry of Personnel Deputy Minister and the Acting Governor of Kaifeng Prefecture.

Fan Zhongyan's Ministry of Personnel Deputy Minister was a salary official without real power. His real power official was the Acting Governor of Kaifeng Prefecture, which meant acting as the governor of Kaifeng Prefecture, equivalent to the prefect of Kaifeng Prefecture.

Zhao Zhen thought that Fan Zhongyan seemed to be a great official who was famous in history in Zhao Jun's mouth, so he cheered up and asked, "What's the matter, Mr. Fan?"

"I just submitted several suggestions to the emperor to rectify the administration of Kaifeng Prefecture. Why didn't the emperor say a word?"

Fan Zhongyan, 47 years old this year, looked at Zhao Zhen with a questioning tone.

The ministers of Renzong's reign were always so bold.

Zhao Zhen glanced at Lü Yijian, who had a stern face and said nothing. The conflict between him and Fan Zhongyan was known to the whole court, so there was nothing to say.

Seeing that Lü Yijian was calm, Zhao Zhen said, "Everything is up to Mr. Fan."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Fan Zhongyan got angry when he glanced at Lü Yijian, but thinking that the "Hundred Officials Picture" at home would soon be completed, he left after reporting.

Then the other officials reported in turn, and Zhao Zhen handled them as usual to increase efficiency.

The court was not dismissed until the end of the morning, and he hurried to the back garden.

Originally, the three ministers and three counselors had to deal with national affairs every day and help the emperor deal with government affairs, but now they all pushed the work to their deputies and followed the emperor to the back garden every day.

As the Chief Censor, Yan Shu was also the chief inspector of the Censorate, responsible for impeaching all the officials in the court, but he ended up delivering meals every day without doing his job.

Before entering the house, Zhao Zhen stopped Yan Shu and said to him: "Mr. Yan, doesn't Zhao Jun like to tell jokes about the Song Dynasty? Why not let him tell jokes? I want to see what else he can say."

Yan Shu was confused and said: "Your Majesty, Zhao Jun's jokes offend the emperor and pollute the emperor's ears. What's good about it?"

Zhao Zhen said: "If we can listen to more jokes, we can also know the inside story. For example, if he says something about what will happen later, how can we answer if we don't know?"

"Yeah."

Yan Shu thought about it and nodded: "Your Majesty is still smart."

Yan Shu then went in with a plate.

The plate contained a bowl of buckwheat porridge and two steamed buns.

When he heard the door open, Zhao Jun, who had been lying on the bed and thinking about random things, got up again and said: "Old village chief!"

"I'm here."

This time, Yan Shu changed his tone to a more stiff southwestern Mandarin.

Zhao Jun had let slip before that he asked if he was wearing Yi ethnic clothing. The Yi people were called Yi people in ancient times, which was homophonic, so Yan Shu knew that he was going to teach in the Yi village in the future.

Even the buckwheat porridge was specially replaced with the staple food of the Yi people.

He put the tray on the table next to him and handed over the bowl and steamed buns. Zhao Jun took it and asked in confusion: "Old village chief, I heard that the staple food here is potatoes, why do we eat steamed buns every day?"

What is a potato?

Yan Shu was at a loss again. He coughed and had to use his trick that worked all the time, saying: "It's raining outside."

"Did the potatoes sprout because they were wet?"

"Yes."

"Oh, that's a pity, but you don't have to worry too much, old village chief. Since it is a natural disaster, we can report the difficulties of the village to the organization. Don't we have a charity plan and poverty alleviation policy? We will definitely give subsidies to the village."

Zhao Jun was full of confidence. In the new era, not only has the strength of the great country ranked second in the world, but the poverty alleviation plan has also been in full swing for many years.

Not only is the country working hard to develop education in mountain villages, but it has also been unambiguous in the major issue of poverty alleviation and prosperity.

"Teacher Zhao."

"Hey, you can just call me Xiao Zhao. By the way, I still don't know what the village chief is called?"

"La Ri Mu Zi."

Yan Shu did his homework. He went back last night to look up the names of the Yi people and gave himself one.

"Then I will call you Uncle La Ri from now on."

Zhao Jun chatted with him while eating: "Uncle, do you know what time it is now?"

He came yesterday, and because he was blind and panicked when he came, he forgot to ask the time.

Yan Shu didn't know what time it was now, so he held it in for a while and had to answer: "I don't know."

"You don't know?"

Zhao Jun was surprised: "Don't you have a watch at home?"

"It's out of power."

Yan Shu remembered that Zhao Jun said that the thing called mobile phone was out of power, so he applied it to him.

"It's out of battery."

Zhao Jun raised his hand and said, "I have a watch here, can you help me take a look?"

Yan Shu came over and saw that he was indeed wearing something on his wrist, with three pointers on it, pointing to different numbers.

Fortunately, he knew all those numbers, which were Arab numbers, but he couldn't read them.

After hesitating for a while, he said, "The shortest one points to four, the thinnest and fastest one is between seven and eight, and the longest one points to two."

"Four twenty?"

Zhao Jun was a little puzzled and said, "Uncle Lari, you can't read the watch?"

Yan Shu looked back at Zhao Zhen and others, and had no choice but to say, "The village is poor and can't afford a watch."

"Okay."

Zhao Jun thought so too.

Many people think that China has completely solved poverty.

But watching Baoqiang's movie "In the Octagonal Cage" should also know how serious the situation is.

Zhao Jun made full preparations before coming and investigated a lot of information to know how poor Daliangshan is.

There are many places where people can't even afford food, let alone electrical appliances and home furnishings. They are extremely poor.

Especially in deep mountains and old forests like Nini Village, according to the data he investigated, children in nearby villages have to prepare a day's worth of dry food to go to school, which is just some soy beans or roasted potatoes. It's very pitiful.

Thinking of this, Zhao Jun regretted asking the old villager about the long time, and said: "Uncle Lari, don't worry, the country will definitely increase its efforts to help the poor and strive to make the village live a prosperous life."

"I believe in the country."

Yan Shu answered as he said.

Zhao Jun thought for a moment and changed the subject: "By the way, how many students are there in our village?"

"Uh"

Yan Shu turned his head and looked at Zhao Zhen and the others. They winked at him to make up a number. Thinking of his ten children, he casually said, "Ten."

"Ten?"

Zhao Jun was surprised and said, "So many? I went to the Education Bureau to report before, and the staff there said that there were only 28 children in our village primary school, and this was all the students in the surrounding 14 villages. There are ten in our Nini Village alone?"

Yan Shu felt his scalp tingling. He encountered something he didn't know again. He could only say vaguely, "That's why the school is located in our village."

"Uh, that's right."

Zhao Jun took a bite of the steamed bun and said, "Actually, I'm embarrassed. Although our school has a lunch plan and a love plan, dinner Usually I have to make it myself, but now I am eating and drinking for free at your house. ”

Yan Shu said: "It's okay, I like to listen to your history, especially the jokes about the Song Dynasty. If Mr. Zhao likes to tell them, then tell more."

"Don't be polite, just call me Xiao Zhao."

Zhao Jun smiled and said: "I thought you didn't like it before, if you like it in the future, I will tell one every day."

"Okay, okay."

Yan Shu sat next to him and said: "By the way, didn't you say that Li Yuanhao won the war against the Song Dynasty before? How did he win?"

"The Battle of Sanchuankou, the Battle of Haoshuichuan and the Battle of Dingchuanzhai, Li Yuanhao won all three battles, which scared the Song Dynasty Prime Minister Lu Yijian to exclaim "One battle is not as good as another, it's terrible", and with the intervention of the Liao Kingdom, Song Renzong could only pinch his nose and admit that Li Yuanhao founded the country."

Zhao Jun answered casually.

Later, Lu Yijian's face changed slightly. He didn't expect that he had a role in this.

Yan Shu asked, "Why did they lose?"

"The reason is very simple. The command was out of sync, the intelligence was backward, the Song army's combat effectiveness was not high, they underestimated Li Yuanhao, and there were some small reasons such as the generals were afraid of death. Let's talk about the Battle of Sanchuankou first."

Zhao Jun said, "Li Yuanhao is much smarter than Song Renzong's gang. Before the battle, he first found out the intelligence of the generals, troop deployment, and material supply in the northwest of the Northern Song Dynasty. Li Yuanhao even knew that Song Renzong dismissed 270 palace maids in the second year of Baoyuan. After he learned about it, he secretly bought several of them with a large sum of money. As a result, Li Yuanhao mastered all the punishments and rewards, official transfers, and palace secrets of the Northern Song Dynasty."

The court's punishments and rewards, official transfers, and even palace secrets were all mastered by others?

Zhao Zhen and others took a breath of cold air.

Their own intelligence was almost like a sieve, so it was no wonder that the enemy could defeat them.

But they were too late to be shocked. Zhao Jun continued, "Li Yuanhao made a lot of preparations. After he proclaimed himself emperor of Xixia, he gathered an army of more than 100,000 and began to invade the Northern Song Dynasty from the south."

"Although Li Shibin on the front line was quite brave, he was also brave but not wise. He was used as an insider by several surrendered soldiers from the Xixia tribe deliberately sent by Li Yuanhao. In addition, the commander Fan Yong was a fool and used those surrendered soldiers as frontier soldiers. As a result, when the battle started, the enemy had tens of thousands of internal supporters, and Li Shibin was useless no matter how brave he was."

"After that, tens of thousands of Song troops in Jinmingzhai were wiped out. Fan Yong, that The idiot actually took the approach of speaking directly when passing the message to other Song generals. When Li Yuanhao intercepted the message, he used false intelligence to design a plan to mobilize the Song army around Yanzhou to come to the rescue. He adopted the tactic of using superior forces to ambush halfway and set up an ambush at Sanchuankou, the only way for the Song army to rescue. "

"So when Liu Ping, Shi Yuansun and other reinforcements from the Song army who came to rescue Yanzhou, a total of more than 10,000 people, rushed to Sanchuankou, they found that what was waiting for them was Li Yuanhao's main force of 100,000 troops. The result is conceivable, the Song army was annihilated again. "

"The most infuriating thing is that Liu Ping and Shi Yuansun fought bloody battles and were captured by the enemy. Huang Dehe was afraid of death and fled without fighting. In order to cover up his guilt, he slandered Liu Ping and Shi Yuansun for surrendering to Xixia. Song Renzong was very angry after hearing this and imprisoned Liu Ping's family. If the Yanzhou army and people had not appealed to the Song court for the truth on behalf of Liu Ping, it would probably be another Yue Fei case."

"And Fan Yong's stupidity clearly led to the defeat at Sanchuankou, but because he was a civil official, he got away with it. Uncle Lari, do you think the Song Dynasty is funny or not?"

After Zhao Jun finished speaking, he waited for Yan Shu to reply.

Yan Shu could only look at Zhao Zhen helplessly and replied, "This is the national law of the Song Dynasty."

"What a bullshit national law, Uncle Lari, this is what you are wrong about. Soldiers in our country are so respected. They are all the people's soldiers. It is an honor to join the army and win the first-class merit. The government also issued a plaque of the first-class meritorious family. Who doesn't respect them in the surrounding areas? It is because our country supports and loves the army that we can become the world's number one army. Look at the Song Dynasty. Good men don't serve in the army. It's a rubbish dynasty. They have to suffer for defending their country. How aggrieved?"

Zhao Jun cursed and became more angry: "If you ask me, the Song Dynasty really doesn't deserve to have outstanding generals like Di Qing and Yue Fei. Although the main reason for the failure of the Battle of Sanchuankou was the problem of command, it cannot be denied that the Song court despised Li Yuanhao's determination to establish a country in the early stage. In addition, the Song Dynasty itself was a castrated dynasty. It was too cautious about military generals, resulting in weak combat effectiveness of the army. The command power of the leader is restricted by civil officials and so on. "

"For those of us who study history, the more we study the eunuch dynasty of the Song Dynasty, the angrier we get. Fan Yong was not a corrupt official. He was upright and honest, and his character and reputation were good, but he was an amateur in leading troops. How can an amateur command an expert win? A country or a nation that only knows poetry and songs, but has no military preparations and no martial spirit, deserves to die. It is not a pity to die. "

"The Northern Song Dynasty was destroyed by the Jin army in 167 years, and the Southern Song Dynasty was destroyed by the Mongols in 152 years. There are reasons for this. Although the Tang Dynasty was prosperous for a short time, only more than 100 years, the martial virtues of the Tang Dynasty were many times stronger than those of the Song Dynasty. The Chinese nation must have backbone. People must die standing up, not live on their knees. Uncle Lari, don't you think so? "

"Zhao Zhen heard the last sentence, but he didn't want to listen to it anymore, so he turned his head and left the room.

After walking a little further, Zhao Zhen's face turned pale and he gritted his teeth and said, "Demote Fan Yong to Jiangzhou and behead Huang Dehe!"

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