The weather has become sunny.

Fenghuang Mountain seemed extremely busy. Imperial Banzhi and imperial camp reservists were cleaning up the collapsed palace. Countless envoys from local officials and members of the imperial court hurriedly came to greet the saint, but they stopped when they reached the level of Lu Yihao and Liu Hongdao.

Lu Benzhong, Ren Baozhong and other close ministers were also sorting out documents, and even the monks of Shengguo Temple were taking the opportunity to drain the canals and clean up the waterlogging in the mountains.

Not only that, at this moment, the entire southeast should be very busy, because as you can see from Phoenix Mountain, in the fields, villages and cities, people are draining water and clearing mud everywhere to minimize losses.

But now, Zhao Jiu himself has come to a realization - the continuous rainy weather encountered in this location at this time is probably just caused by a typhoon thousands of miles away at sea.

I just don’t know if it’s because of my own butterfly wings.

Of course, he also didn’t know that the summer in the southeastern region this year historically had too much rain, which caused a reduction in silk and autumn harvests. However, it also did not reach the level of disaster. This matter was reported to Zhang Jun and other relevant ministers in power.

His memorials were clearly known to future generations.

Then again, assuming that Zhao Jiu is a high-end historical talent and he knows about this, he might have to ask why his butterfly wings did not stop this typhoon?

Without further ado, back to the present moment, the Zhao Guan family, who had experienced a slight storm, showed up by going out for a walk. The so-called peace of mind, after seeing the scenery after the rain, returned to Shengguo Temple at noon,

Then I started trying to change the poem.

That's right, it's just changing the poem.

There was a sudden storm last night, and the house collapsed again, one after another, just like a frog jumping into a pond after the rain. It may be because of this that he couldn't sleep all night, so that this official hesitated early in the morning.

In a daze, he made a huge joke... He actually wrote a bad poem with wrong rhymes and repeated words.

This is not a serious loss of standard. Repeating words at the end of a sentence is a mistake that even a ten-year-old child would not make. If you don’t believe it, why don’t you ask that prodigy from the Lu family to come over and try it?

And since the words are repeated, it is not a poem at all. However, Zhao Guanjia is not a monk, so he can still give himself a huatuzhan. What makes Lu Benzhong and others speechless is that the embryo of the poem is obviously still there, and the momentum is still there.

The style and style are still in line with the official's usual attitude. Even if others want to get it, they can't get it... so everyone basically believes that it is the official Zhao family's mistake.

Therefore, the official spent the whole morning trying to change the poem so as not to be too embarrassed.

However, Zhao Jiu looked at the poem on the table and thought about it, but he didn't know how to start... It's not that he couldn't change one word, for example, Yao Mountain was changed to Huijinchuan, Guo Dachuan, etc.

Directly referring the matter to the Jinhe Alliance and the time when Xixia was destroyed, it was possible to get by.

But the problem is that Xixia cannot be compared with Yaoshan. Zhao Guan's so-called eight years of achievements are the most important and greatest achievements of Yaoshan. Yaoshan is the foundation and Xixia and Jinhe allied themselves.

To a certain extent, it is simply the result of Yaoshan’s deep battle.

Therefore, since it is about self-described achievements and lamenting the ancestors, it cannot be separated from the events of Yaoshan.

But having said that, if we want to insist on leaving the word Yaoshan, the famous line about the Central Plains looking north to the mountains is still there, because that is where the momentum of the whole poem lies.

As a result, the official thought about it, but couldn't find the solution. In the end, he simply threw away the poem and ignored it... Anyway, he didn't believe that Lu You could go to Dashan Pass to defend Bashu in this life. The most he could do was defend Yinshan...

In this current situation, no one owes anyone anything, right?

Besides, as far as the effect is concerned, after Lu Yihao heard this limerick, it didn't stop him from expressing his determination to go to Hebei to "fill the gullies"? He didn't even stand up and say, "Guan, you used the wrong word."

It still worked.

However, although Zhao Guan's family was in trouble, it also made Lu Benzhong suffer again.

As a true poet, Lu Benzhong immediately saw that the embryo of this poem was good enough, so of course he wanted to organize the poem and publish it in the Phoenix Xun issue, which could be regarded as making a political announcement for Zhao Guanjia.

However, on the one hand, Zhao Guan's family was unwilling to change it, and on the other hand, Lu Benzhong was not willing to change it without permission, but he couldn't bear to part with the poem. However, he spent most of the day gnashing his teeth there, which made this famous poet scratch his heart.

But no matter what, Zhao Jiu, who gave up on changing his poems, didn't care about Lu Benzhong's thoughts. Since he gave up on this matter, he did not return directly to the north, but still stopped in the southeast... However, everyone can see it.

, this official is really much more relaxed compared to Qiu Da Kushen who was here for most of the past six months.

Not to mention anything else, just that in the next few days, this official led the Chixin team to patrol surrounding counties and counties many times. His footprints were all over Hangzhou, Huzhou, Yuezhou, and Muzhou, but he often did not enter the city.

When questioning the officials, he did not reveal his identity, but walked through the countryside, stopping in front of the market pier.

In fact, if Hangzhou had not become aware of the Zhao Guan family's trip, the surrounding states and counties might not have even known that the Zhao Guan family had ever been under their rule.

After all, this is not a drama about a private visit in private and a shouting match when someone encounters injustice. Unless it is some typical vicious criminal case, an emperor's overstepping of levels to deal with some grassroots affairs will often cause chaos that far exceeds the matter itself, and pure super villains

How could he appear next to him so coincidentally?

Therefore, this official was more concerned about customs and inspecting the impact of the summer rains and waterlogging, and had no intention of interfering with the local area.

Of course, there is nothing that can be done about it. Now that Zhao Guanjia has been touring the south for nearly a year, and the new tax law has been fully implemented, the most important thing in the entire southeast is to measure the impact of this rain and when Fujian will

There are only two big problems in settling down.

However, this has raised another problem. Some people have secretly complained that the official affairs have been taken care of, and the affairs in Fujian and the rain in Zhejiang and Zhejiang are beyond human control. Then the emperor is still here to do his work.

What's more, could it be that I really fell in love with the prosperity of the southeast and couldn't bear to miss Shu?

However, the old palaces of Wuyue have collapsed, so it may not be comfortable to stay in the monk temple all day long, right? Or do you really believe in Buddhism?

However, if we really want to talk about it, it seems that there is still something wrong. Shortly after Liu Hongdao returned to Tokyo, when the Zhao family began to visit privately incognito, a new government meeting also began. The official family formally issued a decree, which was passed down

Call the members of the public cabinet at the level of Lianghuai, Jiangdong, Jiangxi, Zhejiang, Fujian and other places to gather at Fenghuang Mountain... The public cabinets of Lianghuai, Jiangxi, Fujian and other places are newly established and have not yet met the saint. This is of course

Reasonable.

In addition, the Zhao Guan family does not know when they will leave. If they organize a few successful conferences appropriately, it can be regarded as drawing a circle on the edge of the West Lake and successfully ending their southern tour, right?

Therefore, by the end of summer, people in the southeast and on the banks of the West Lake were once again crowded, especially the members of the Lianghuai Gongge who flocked here directly from Yangzhou.

They had an antagonistic mentality and a strong desire to participate in politics, so their arrival almost instantly returned the city of Hangzhou to the situation at the previous martial arts conference.

Even better.

Outside Yongjinmen, we really “regard Hangzhou as Bianzhou” again, and Louwailou has become even more affordable for the locals.

However, it was almost as if it had been arranged in advance. Just as the date of the meeting was set at Southeast Gongge and the relevant procedures began to be handled under Leifeng Pagoda, that morning, Xu Jingheng, the former deputy prime minister of Fujian Province, who went to appease the place in Fujian, also

Officially returned from Fujian.

After all, Xianggong Xu had been a Xianggong. Since he came back, of course he would not compete with those members of the public pavilion for the title of saint. Instead, he was directly led to the main hall of Shengguo Temple by Yang Yizhong who went to greet him. In the morning of that day, he went to Zhao Guan's house.

Greetings were given and a report was given.

The conclusion seems not to be optimistic.

"So, the autumn harvest in Fujian has been affected this year?" Zhao Guanjia, who is no stranger to the Main Hall, asked casually directly under the Buddha statue.

It is worth mentioning that although this place is spacious, the official family at this time is only surrounded by Lu Yihao and a few close ministers... Fan Zongyin, Mei Li and others are still in Fujian and have not returned. Xu Jingheng's return is more like Zhao Guan's family.

Special recall.

"So that the officials know that it is not the autumn harvest, but the autumn tax." Xu Jingheng immediately corrected it in the palace. "Fights mostly occur between clans and villages, but when these people fight, they rarely destroy production or hinder production.

The behavior of farming... When I say it affects the autumn tax, I mean that the large-scale armed fights have gradually subsided, but local villages are facing armed confrontations, and small vendettas will continue for a long time. In addition, this fight is originally for the purpose of allocating the tax amount.

In order to appease the local area, I have taken it upon myself to erase all the taxes involved in the dispute in Fujian... Therefore, in this case, the autumn taxes in Fujian will inevitably be affected, but it will not have much impact on the actual autumn harvest.

Influence."

Hearing this, Zhao Jiu breathed a long sigh of relief, followed by a long silence.

Seeing this situation, Xu Jingheng, who was standing in the palace, couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

In other words, as a re-employed prime minister, on the one hand, his height allowed him to understand the core of the problem even when he was on a business trip. Although he only heard a few rumors on the way back, he had long since realized that the matter was fundamentally related to the Northern Expedition.

On the other hand, the sense of responsibility and political alienation caused by his identity, political stance, and place of origin caused him to have some complicated emotions in front of this big event.

I don't object, I don't participate, but I don't avoid it either... I feel like I'm being pushed around.

However, as the saying goes, what is supposed to come will eventually come. After waiting for a while, Zhao Guanjia looked at Lu Yihao under the Buddha statue and asked again: "So, the place in Fujian is actually better than the place in Zhejiang.

?The impact is there, but most of it is limited to the grassroots level, and in any case it is not to the point of disaster...right or wrong?"

"Excuse me for speaking frankly." Xu Jingheng responded sternly. "The official's statement is wrong...many people died in Fujian, and this incident has far-reaching consequences. It is likely to cause a feud in the Fujian countryside. No matter what,

It cannot be said that it is better than the two Zhejiang provinces where rains have reduced production! Regarding the new tax policy, the two Zhejiang provinces still seem to be too worried."

"Ms. Xu is right." Zhao Jiu paused and responded sternly. "I only thought about the short-term impact of the two places on the Northern Expedition, but I didn't consider the two places from the inside and the long-term... This is not Renjun.

You should be thoughtful."

The Zhao Guan family admitted their mistake and directly pointed out the Northern Expedition. What else could Xianggong say?

After a while, the person really gave up his hand helplessly: "Have the officials made up their mind?"

"It's not that I can't make up my mind. It's that if there is no reason to stop, I can only bite the bullet and do it head on. The current situation is that of Zhejiang and Zhejiang. Although there are twists and turns in Fujian, there are also some in the Central Plains.

It was rainy, but it did not cause a major disaster after all, and since there is nothing that needs to be stopped, we, the monarchs and ministers, cannot deceive ourselves in order to escape." Zhao Jiu simply responded. "Ms. Xu, 300,000 imperial soldiers.

After Ma Qiu, all troops can be gathered. Although there are many new soldiers among them, there are also party members who can be recruited, Taihang rebels can be mobilized, and even Mongolian and Khitan friendly forces can be summoned, so the planned army strength is still sufficient; as for food

, military supplies and ordnance, although they are a little less than what was estimated last year, but based on the measurements three years ago, they are actually sufficient... In this situation, if we do not move, we will break our trust in the world.

Man, do you think so or not?”

Xu Jingheng was forced into a corner. He thought about it again and again, but could only give it away again: "That's true."

"I'm about to say this." When Zhao Jiu heard this, he looked at Lu Yihao again, and then both of them turned their attention to Lu Benzhong, who was already looking a little nervous.

Lu Benzhong swallowed, but he immediately took a step forward, took out a piece of white linen paper hidden in his sleeves with both hands, and took it away with both hands in front of Xu Jingheng.

Xu Jingheng only glanced at the white linen paper and felt a buzzing in his head, and then he bowed to the ground out of instinct.

Let us also say that the Song Dynasty treated scholar-bureaucrats favorably. Unless it was some sacrificial or ceremonial occasions, civil servants often did not have to kneel before the emperor, let alone the decree?

But here is the interesting part. As a ruler whose political status is far higher than that of ordinary scholar-bureaucrats, generally speaking, he cannot avoid the experience of kneeling before the will, because a scholar has truly reached the pinnacle of his life, which is Xuan Ma
To be continued...