Zhao Huan came to the Wu Temple again, looked at the large statue of King Wucheng, and with a grateful heart, he inserted a stick of incense.

If this time is still very effective, I will bring three animals to sacrifice next time, and every time I come empty-handed, I feel embarrassed.

Zhao Huan turned around and left the Wu Temple. His itinerary today was to see if the book "Sow's Postpartum Care" he redeemed was used.

The biggest disadvantage of a bad horse is that it is short, but this is not unchangeable. For example, improving the horse breed is a good way.

The Qingtang horses in Longyou Protectorate are very tall, and there are also many tall horses in Central Asia.

Zhao Huan spent a lot of money to smuggle a group of tall horses on the border of the Longyou Protectorate to improve the breed of inferior horses.

Let’s go to Sinong Temple to see this year’s agricultural tools, military weapons and military equipment, and gunpowder production stopped for a few days due to rain.

After Zhu Lian and Zhu Xiaosun sent Zhao Huan away, they walked towards Donghua Gate.

Donghuamen was built in the image of Donghuamen in Bianjing, the Great Song Dynasty. It was called outside Donghuamen, so it was the Donghuamen of a good man.

"The life of the official family is so hard." Zhu Xiaosun turned his head and looked at the huge palace and said.

The palace here does not look like it. It only covers a lot of land than Bianjing, but no matter where the palace is, it is not very luxurious.

The Yanjing Palace, which has few palaces, always seems a little empty and deserted.

Zhu Lian smiled and said, "I used to live a hard life. I didn't have a good life when the government was the crown prince. Now I suddenly became the emperor. Maybe it was because I was too busy with government affairs and I didn't care about luxury."

Is it hard?

Zhu Lian didn't think it was much better than the days when he was scared before.

Zhu Xiaosun shook his head and said, "It's my sister who suffered with the official family."

"In fact, it's almost done that the Song Dynasty has recovered the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun."

"The official family actually took over Shangjing Road. It is a burden to use the places where birds do not shit. I don't know what the official family is thinking. Those places are really valuable, and Tang Han will not let them go."

Zhu Xiaosun couldn't understand why the official family accepted the letter of national submission from the Khitans, and even the entire group of civil officials in the Song Dynasty had this idea.

And the people.

If that place can really be managed, it will not have been repeatedly expropriated for more than a thousand years without being completely transformed into counties.

"Where did you suffer? Are you talking about the palace banquet of eight plates, seven bowls, and eighteen dishes?"

"It's a lot of rules to eat, and it's not a big pleasure to eat if you're working hard. Is it almost the same? Maybe the government doesn't think so." Zhu Lian shook his head.

How many people in the world can understand what the officials think in their hearts?

At least she knew that her husband became more and more heroic after becoming emperor.

"Then I'll leave." Zhu Xiaosun shook his head. He was a military general, and the government pointed out that he would fight wherever he wanted.

I have a special identity, and getting involved in these things will get involved in the Zhu family.

Zhu Xiaosun stepped on the horse-mounted stone, turned over and said, "If my sister lacks the cost, I will tell my family that although the Zhu family is not a big family and there are not a lot of money, there are always some. You will inevitably have to spend some money in the palace."

"No need." Zhu Lian smiled and shook his head. She was not short of food and clothing, and the cost in the palace every month was enough for her to spend.

She is a first-class imperial concubine, and the cost of 300 guan a month is enough for her.

"So, what is the appearance of a husband and wife? This is a wonderful couple." Zhu Xiaosun shook his head and smiled, leaving with his horse.

Zhu Lian stayed in front of the horse-drawn stele, and the civil and military officials, military and civilians, who wrote on the stele, were stationed in sedan chairs and dismounted. If you want to ride a car in the city, you need official qualities. If there are horses given by the official, you can gallop on the horse path.

Zhao Huan and Zhu Lian said that they were going to set up a car dealer, which was responsible for transportation between the north and the south, so when they were dismounted, Zhao Huan was going to move to the Confucian Temple and the Martial Temple.

It's a waste to throw it away.

There is a poem engraved on it, which is written by the official: "Great hair and old age are the officials, and they are lazy to climb the saddle. I have lived in Beijing for a long time and traveled for a long time, but the West Mountain is always easy to see."

According to the official, it was written by an old Jinshi, and he felt that the officialdom was boring.

But Zhu Lian read a lot of books but couldn't find who this old Jinshi was.

Zhu Lian looked up at Yangyangtian, thinking of the dazzling array of cold drinks in Bianjing City, which aroused her greed. She bought some sour plums along the way and prepared to go back to prepare an iced sour plum soup for the official family to relieve the heat.

The weather in Yanjing is cooler than in Bianjing, but it is also very hot.

She pulled the curtain on the car and looked outside with a frown.

These were all postmen at the post station, and there was a red flag on their backs. Zhu Lian didn't know whether this was a military service in the north or a letter from Bianjing.

However, what made Zhu Lian a little unhappy was that these letters were the reasons why Zhao Huan stayed up late.

She didn't feel that she was suffering, she just felt that the government was suffering.

I have become emperors, and I am still so busy every day, and my life is not so luxurious and noble.

There was a good official family in the Song Dynasty and a good husband himself.

When Zhao Huan returned to Wende Hall, he was overwhelmed by a bunch of letters in front of him.

These days, unless it is an urgent matter, the postmen will not be sent to Yanjing on rainy days.

Zhao Huan drank a cup of herbal tea, sat up, and cheered up.

This is his job.

The document is exhausted and nothing is wrong.

Zhao Huan reviewed this letter, and the more he read it, the more angry he became!

Finally, a lot of notes were thrown into the classification box made by Zhao Ying.

This type of name is garbage.

Garbage notes are taken to the Imperial Food Bureau as firewood, and they are even embarrassed to file.

Zhao Huan sat on the seat, looking at the pile of garbage, feeling a little sad.

They were all letters from the censors of the Song Dynasty who wrote letters to talk about things. These letters said two things in total.

What most officials say seems to make sense in the Song Dynasty.

The road to Shangjing was desolate and worthless. The emperor took Shangjing as his territory and was suspected of being very happy about his achievements.

The people on Shangjing Road have no food, and the people of the world still need to provide support to Shangjing Road, which is not worth the loss.

The most important thing is that going to Jingdao has no value.

In short, I don’t really want to go to Beijing Road.

What they said actually makes sense, but Zhao Huan still threw them into the garbage type.

The ancestral teaching that Zhao Kuangyin once passed down was to not kill people who wrote to write books and speak. In fact, it was a ruling philosophy that opened up the road of speech. Zhao Huan believed it was very necessary and followed this ancestral teaching.

The reason for the censors of the Song Dynasty was that for the current Song Dynasty, it would be almost the same to recover the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun.

The second thing is that the pile of notes also contains the grass samples of the new palace handed over by the Ministry of Works, as well as the plan for the renovation of the old palace in Yanjing.

Originally, when the official built the Yanjing Palace, he said that there was no need to waste it. People from the Ministry of Works thought that the official really used Yanjing as the palace.

Unexpectedly, the official family arrived in Yanjing and started handling official business. Although the official family had no famous sayings to move the capital, it was actually almost the same as Mingshu.

This palace cannot be used as a palace at all, it is too intricate.

Finally, Zhao Huan picked up the letters from the Ministry of Works, found several palaces, and then put them away after making the money.

Now the financial situation in the Song Dynasty is in a state of tension and there is no spare money to add palaces to the palace. Zhao Huan doesn't care. He just thinks it's not good to let his woman suffer with him.

Some censors' comments almost made Zhao Huan laugh.

I have never heard of those who advised the emperor to be frugal, but I have never heard of those who advised the emperor to be extravagant.

Licking dogs are creatures that exist regardless of dynasty or age.

However, Zhao Huan also picked up the letter that persuaded him to be a little extravagant and poor, which would harm the royal face.

It was not that Zhao Huan planned to be extravagant, but that he understood the way of the ruler and the ministers who were humiliating and dying through this letter.

The letters from the court are actually a vane of the people. The words of court officials are obviously a problem that the people cannot understand.

The Song Dynasty accepted the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, and the government was too poor and the subjects were shamed.

This is the theme of today's pile of notes.

"Chinese is profound and profound, with a long history, but the worst word is this sentence."

"Every time I reach the intersection of life, many people know where the right path is, but they just don't go because it's really hard."

After Zhao Huan finished annotating, he threw all the useless letters in his hand into garbage, and let Zhao Ying drag them to burn them.

You know, just be alert at all times, and you don’t have to let others know.

The court officials were not emperors, and they did not know how heavy the burden on this position was.

"Those who seek the best can get the inside, those who seek the inside can get the bottom, and those who seek the bottom can get nothing."

Zhao Huan shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

In the middle of the night, I poured myself a bowl of poisonous chicken soup. I was really sick!

Who doesn’t want to be a salted fish and feels so comfortable to lie down?

But the chair under his butt was sitting on the Song Dynasty, and he did not dare to slack off.

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Chapter completed!