Just when the group of civil servants behind Cai Jing were looking at Wu Zhi with mocking faces and looking at Wu Zhi like a fool, Wu Zhi was full of energy and roared for the first time!
"I am a minister of the official family. The official family has not yet opened their mouths. Which one of you dares to touch me!?"
People who were relatively close to Wu Zhi were suddenly shocked and their ears were buzzing! The old general who was pulled by someone suddenly turned his head and stared at Wu Zhi with golden eyes.
At this time, Zhao Ji, who was sitting on the dragon chair, finally let out a comfortable laugh.
"Hahaha... interesting and interesting, you are indeed the one I like!"
Zhao Ji waved his hand: "Wu Aiqing is right. Without my order, who would dare to attack him?"
Several imperial guards who rushed in quickly lowered their heads and retreated with small steps.
Zhao Ji said to Wu Zhi: "Wu Aiqing, from what you say, it seems that you have other ideas about sending troops this time. Please tell us."
Wu Zhi does not understand the so-called class in this world. He only believes in one belief, that is, my fate is determined by me and not by God!
Not to mention ministers, prime ministers, grand masters, etc., even the emperor would still look down upon him!
Wu Zhi coughed twice and said: "Guan family, Wei Chen doesn't understand what Taishi Cai just said. However, Wei Chen comes from a poor family and knows a thing or two about the little things in the countryside, so Wei Chen will tell it for everyone's reference."
Wu Zhi's voice echoed throughout the hall.
Facing these powerful and treacherous ministers, Wu Zhi showed no fear and always had a faint smile on his face.
"Generally speaking, if two families join forces to attack one family, the one with more people will definitely win."
"But, there is a detail involved. If the people in the north are barefoot, and the people in the south wear shoes, and the people in the middle are like wolves and tigers, then if there is a fight, who will lose and who will win?
Just maybe.”
Originally, none of the officials around him thought highly of Wu Zhi, but as soon as he said these words, some people began to think deeply. The old general's burning eyes stared at Wu Zhi motionless, as if he wanted to stick to him.
After hearing this, Zhao Ji nodded slightly: "What you said sounds interesting, keep talking."
Under everyone's attention, Wu Zhi said calmly: "If two families fight against one, it's hard for two fists to defeat four people. You will definitely win."
As soon as the words were finished, Wei Songzhi, who was criticized by Wu Zhi just now, stood up, bowed his hands to Zhao Ji, and said respectfully: "Guan, this person talks so confusingly that he doesn't know what to say. Wei Chen thinks it's better to give him
It's better to blast him out of the hall, so as not to pollute everyone's ears."
"Wei Songzhi, it's none of your business here, shut up!"
The white-bearded old general roared, and Wei Song was so frightened that he shrank like a caterpillar scalded by boiling water!
The old general pointed at Wu Zhi: "Boy, there is something in your words, keep talking."
Wu Zhi followed the old general and continued: "Two people fight one, and a place with a lot of people will definitely win. But I don't know if any of you here have heard of a saying, 'Being barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes.'"
Everyone looked at each other.
"The family in the north moved here from outside, and the family is very poor. But the family in the south is well-dressed, has a home, a house, a wife, children, and a large family."
"This family in the north cannot afford three meals a day. Now he is eager to seize other people's property, women and children, and occupy other people's fields!"