Chapter 167 Mr. Zhao, Grand Master, please
be taught by me!
In the private room, Han Zhou placed his wine cup heavily on the table, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.
Before this, he never thought that he would be persuaded by Zhao Duan.
No.
It is not persuasion, but a weak refutation of criticism, like a slap in the face from a Buddhist monk.
Just as Zhao Duan guessed, his purpose today was to use the name of "asking for advice" to try to persuade Zhao Duan and bring him into his camp to assist in the implementation of the "Ten Strategies".
But who could have imagined that in the end, he would be persuaded instead.
Ten strategies? Worse than shit!
Along with this, there are also doubts that come one after another.
How could a military official have such profound insights in such aspects?
No other bachelor, including Grand Master Dong, could express this high-level argument.
But it appeared in the mouth of a martial artist who was "ignorant and unskilled". It was unbelievable.
"Today is a great and thought-provoking envoy. It seems that Han has indeed been away from the world for too long as Zhao Jun said..."
Han Zhou smiled bitterly, bowed his hands respectfully, and saluted him.
Then, finally unable to bear the doubts, he asked:
"But I don't know how Commander Zhao came up with this?"
Zhao Duan looked calm, Shi Shiran accepted the other party's courtesy, was silent for a moment, and said:
"Maybe I have seen too many people."
Han Zhou was startled and subconsciously thought that this meant that Zhao Duan still had a short time to gain momentum.
More than a year ago, he was just a foot soldier of the Imperial Guard and had not left the bottom.
The feeling is naturally deeper.
In addition, compared to the nobles like the Hanlin Academy, Zhao Duan is also a "practical" person.
Being used to seeing flies and dogs, people's hearts are sinister...
Well, considering his reputation, he's quite a sinister person in his own right...
However, only Zhao Duan himself knew that the true meaning of his emotion was that it had been written too many times in the history books he had read.
"Is that so?" Han Zhou nodded, and then said with a depressed expression: "As the envoy said, the court's dilemma has no solution."
Zhao Duan didn't say a word. Is there no solution?
Of course not.
Not to mention, Zhang Juzheng's improvement method is more suitable. Just say the word "money". If the court needs money, is the only way to plunder it from other people?
Do you know economics?
Wealth is not only “distributed” but can also be “created”.
However, there is no need to tell Korean Congee about this.
Zhao Duan himself also needs time to think.
After all, although Zhang Juzheng's plan is better, in fact, it is equally difficult to implement and has many disadvantages.
He had an idea, which was to add some economic tricks to this plan.
Since it is a matter of money, the most direct solution is of course to make money.
In the private room.
Seeing that Zhao Duan remained silent, the Korean porridge became even more bitter, and he didn't expect Zhao Duan to come up with any good plan.
It is easy to criticize and find faults, but it is difficult to build and create.
In the final analysis, it is still up to them, the bachelors, to find a solution.
Thinking of this, he cheered up again. If the ten strategies were not appropriate, then he would think again. There is no perfect way.
At this moment, suddenly there were footsteps outside the box, and then a knock on the door.
The two of them turned their heads and looked at each other at the same time, and Han Zhou said in confusion.
The door opened, and he saw a familiar person standing outside.
"Wang You? Why are you here?" Han Zhou was stunned for a moment.
Standing at the door was a scholar in his late twenties, wearing fine clothes, with fair skin and the appearance of a noble prince.
Astonishingly, he was Wang You, who ranked second among the bachelors of the Xiuwen Academy. He was the son of the Minister of Rites and a disciple of a wealthy family.
Zhao Duan's impression of him was that he was casual and relaxed when discussing matters in the library, and Mochou's information said that his eyes were higher than his head.
"Oh, why can't I be here?"
Wang You looked arrogant, his eyes swept across the room, and he seemed to be smiling but not smiling:
"What can I say? Why did you drive after His Majesty's chariot as soon as you came out of the museum? You thought you wanted to stop His Majesty halfway and say something, but you didn't realize that you were forming a secret gang."
Han Zong looked embarrassed, stood up and said:
"Shijun Zhao and I are..."
"No need to explain," Wang You waved his hand, interrupting him, and said:
"You want His Majesty to adopt your strategy? Are you worried that we will obstruct it, so you are looking for foreign aid? No need to explain, huh, I have underestimated Han Banshan in the past. , that’s all, I’m just stopping by to take a look, you continue.”
After saying that, the nobleman's son, the minister's son, turned around, went downstairs and left.
It seems that I came here just to confirm the situation.
"Your Majesty, don't argue with him."
Seeing this, Han Zou stepped forward and closed the door, turned back and said:
"I didn't know he would come."
"It doesn't matter," Zhao Duan smiled casually: "This Wang You... is as arrogant as the rumors say."
Just now, apart from glancing at him at first, the other party only talked to Han Zhi and didn't look at him again.
There was no targeting, or in other words, I didn't bother to target it, but I completely ignored it.
Han Zhou sighed:
"Wang You is indeed arrogant and has a strong sense of family status. When I first met him, he never looked at him seriously."
Later, because of his outstanding talent, he was recognized by Wang You, so he reluctantly entered his eyes... But it's hard to say this directly.
Zhao Duan smiled and said nothing.
It was obvious that in the eyes of this minister's son, he was not worthy of being treated as an equal.
"Is it the arrogance of a scholar..."
Zhao Duan shook his head, stood up and said goodbye:
"After eating and drinking, thank you for the hospitality. I will take my leave now."
He was still busy thinking about new strategies for improvement.
Han Zhi personally sent him downstairs, and after watching others leave, Han Zhi stood under the restaurant and sighed softly, turned around and got in the car:
"Go back to Xiuwen Hall!"
…
Wait for the carriage to return outside the north gate of the capital.
Han Zhi skillfully stepped through the threshold and entered the empty "office". As expected, he saw that Master Dong had not left yet. Still looking through the thick memorial in front of me.
"Korean porridge?"
The old man, who was almost 60 years old and had a face as old as a date. He was wearing a university sergeant's robe and looked at him in surprise:
"Is something wrong?"
Academician Han, who was like a humble gentleman, suddenly bowed down and said:
"The student is here to request to take away the 'Ten Strategies' and then revise them."
Master Dong was taken aback and asked in confusion:
"What happened?"
He has already read the Ten Strategies. Although some of the contents are indeed extreme, they are still effective ways to save today's crisis.
Not long ago, I was telling the story impassionedly, but after just over an hour, I was about to ask for it back. There must be something fishy.
Han Zou said with shame: "Student, I'm ashamed. I didn't think well before, and it was just now that I was slapped by Zhao Shijun, and I suddenly realized that this method was inappropriate."
"Are you talking about...Zhao Duan?" Master Dong was startled and pointed to the chair: "Sit down and tell me carefully."
"Yes." Han Zhou sat down and had nothing to hide. He immediately told how he tried to win over Zhao Duan and how he was criticized one by one.
At the end, he said:
"Zhao Shijun's words are thought-provoking, and the student has the audacity to ask for the ten policies back and make revisions."
Opposite him, the old man sitting in the big mahogany chair was in a daze.
His eyes couldn't help but fall on the pile of "manuscripts" left by Zhao Duan in his hand, with many scattered sentences written intermittently.
Thoughtful.
…
…
"Sir, are you here?"
At Lihuatang, when Zhao Duan arrived, the men who were sitting around the entrance of the hall eating pears stood up one after another.
Confidential Secretary Qian Kerou held up the cut pears soaked in ice water as if he was offering a treasure: "Sir, please, hey, the price of ice in Beijing has dropped sharply recently, so we also bought some and ate the pears on ice. "
"Yeah, not bad." Zhao Duan opened his mouth after eating. The refreshing taste in his mouth relieved the heat.
"Sir, is the Xiuwen Museum interesting? What are they talking about?"
Shen Juan came around and asked with a playful smile. Hou Renmeng and Old Man Zheng also pricked up their ears.
Everyone knows that my lord went to Xiuwen Museum today.
"Oh, they are all a group of scholars, discussing things like governing the country. It's indescribable."
Zhao Duan kept his mouth shut and abided by confidentiality regulations.
Although in his opinion, the discussions all morning were worthless...
Everyone seemed to understand, but they didn't care. In their opinion, the things those scholars studied were inherently weird.
Even warriors like myself can't understand it even if they listen.
As for the adults, they probably didn’t understand much and just went to join in the fun.
Civil servants and military generals are not the same people after all.
After everyone dispersed, Zhao Duan was sitting alone in the main room, eating iced pears and holding a brush to write and draw.
Entering a state of thinking, as time passed by, his thoughts on the New Deal became clearer.
…
Evening, Zhao family.
At the dining table, a family of three is eating.
"Are you tired today, Dalang?"
Eugene Hua was observant and considerate, "Wait a while, my aunt will get you some water and take a bath."
"Nothing, just thinking about something." Zhao Duan said casually.
Next to him, Zhao Pan seemed to be looking for something to say, highlighting his presence:
"Brother, I heard that the Xiuwen Museum was held today? Do you know?"
The female relatives at home did not know that Zhao Duan went to the Xiuwen Museum today - Zhao Duan did not tell them about work matters.
"Do you also know about the Xiuwen Museum?" Zhao Duan asked with a smile.
The girl puffed up her cheeks and said calmly: "Nowadays, the scholars in Beijing are spreading the word. When the servants go out to buy groceries, they can hear it. It is said that it is the future cabinet, and those who can get in will be great in the future. For example The great talent in the capital, named Han, went in.
But brother, you have never liked those scholars, and you probably don’t recognize them either. "
I didn't recognize him before, but I got to know him at noon... Zhao Du Anxin said.
Eugene Hanamichi:
"What's so good about being a scholar? It's always a scholar who betrays his heart. Dalang is a good man with his unparalleled martial arts skills."
The beautiful stepmother is partial. Zhao Duan doesn't like scholars, so she hates them too.
Zhao Duan smiled and put down his chopsticks: "It's hot and I can't eat. I'll go to the courtyard to cool down."
The stepmother called the servant and gave him iced watermelon to eat. Then she looked at her daughter and said strangely:
"It's almost dark. Why are you wearing that heavy hairpin? It's broken again."
Eugene Flower is not wearing a hairpin tonight.
"Mom, don't you wear it every day..."
Zhao Pan's expression froze, he turned his head away silently, and angrily took off the golden hairpin named "Jade Leaf".
This time she wore it, but the eldest brother didn't seem to notice at all.
Zhao Duan had just walked into the courtyard and was about to sit down when suddenly the concierge hurried in:
"Da Lang, there is someone looking for you outside."
kindness? Zhao Duan raised his eyebrows, not sure why.
Stepping to the door, I saw a carriage parked outside the courtyard gate.
Next to him was a slightly familiar servant.
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that he was the person who called him over when he met Grand Master Dong at the gate of the palace.
Someone from Grand Master Dong?
Zhao Duan felt moved and had a vague guess.
I saw the man bowing his hands respectfully:
"Master Zhao, the Grand Master invites you to go to the Xiuwen Hall to discuss matters with the bachelors."
(End of chapter)