On the tenth day of March, early in the morning, Fang Zhongyong rushed to Xinsong Gate, pressing the place on Zhe Yiranxin, waiting for the exciting, touching, warm, and so on to meet his sweetheart again.

Although he traveled back to the Song Dynasty, Fang Zhongyong still showed that he had the same way in his previous college life. He felt that chasing girls had to be unsuccessful, holding hands, kissing, eating, shopping, watching opera, and playing tricks without any effort.

Men are born to be hunters, and chasing prey is naturally natural.

The return team led by Zhe Yiran was very punctual. Before the sun was over, he slowly walked over from a distance with his horse's hooves and the hustle and bustle.

The human face is still as beautiful as jade, and the hustle and bustle of horse hooves is particularly funny and outstanding.

It was like a fairy who came in the smog day of the winter of the imperial capital in the last lifetime. The haze fairy, well, this title is not very beautiful. Fang Zhongyong pulled back his thoughts and greeted him in the direction of Zhe Yiran.

Zhe Yiran saw Fang Zhongyong, and her face showed a happy expression. She flew lightly off the horse's back and kicked a stack of documents in the saddle bag all over the floor without paying attention.

Seeing that Zhe Yiran was in trouble, Fang Zhongyong kicked the official document bag away, and hurriedly came forward to help Zhe Yiran clean up the official documents scattered all over the floor. Because it was not a top-secret document, many official documents were scattered.

While picking up, Fang Zhongyong saw some words on the official document. He looked at the number of people returning from Zhe Ran, and felt a little sighing.

The sparse team of fifty or sixty people came back, but the official document clearly stated 700 people. As for the number of people sent, it was even more bizarre. The document that signed the official seal was printed with a ten-fold increase in the number of soldiers Fang Zhongyong saw when he came to see him off.

Well, although Comrade Fang Zhongyong knew the history of the Song Dynasty and knew that the Song Dynasty's army was rare in terms of salary. Of course, it was also because the Song Dynasty's economy was relatively developed and it was still affordable.

However, after seeing the exaggerated numbers in person today, Fang Zhongyong couldn't help feeling depressed.

Now that I am immersed in the scene, I realized that more often, the Song Dynasty itself never regarded the annual monies given to the Liao Kingdom and the Western Xia as a humiliation, but rather as a diplomacy. To the extent that it is more because, compared to the redundant soldiers and staff raised every year, less than one percent of the military spending wasted on the Liao and the Western Xia in a row.

This is not exactly the same as the Qing Dynasty's policy of "gathering China's material resources and making friends with friendship" that over-indulged the country. It is an appeasement policy of "pulling China's penny and excessive wars in the province's border areas"-

Of course, neither of these two policies are glorious, and they are also policies that Fang Zhongyong had greeted the ancestors of the politicians in his heart. The meaning of this comparison can only be said that in the Song Dynasty, the disasters of redundant soldiers and redundant officials were more distinctive and prominent than the disasters of annual monies.

For example, in front of you...

Zhe Yiran saw Fang Zhongyong in a daze and understood why he was a little bit. So he went up to take the official document from him, sighed with a hint of apology, and said softly: "It's all like this, I'm used to it. Okay, let's go back."

With a word "we", he immediately told Fang Zhongyong back to the sweetness of welcoming his lover. He folded it in half and said, "Wait a minute, I have a gift to give to you."

As he said that, Fang Zhongyong solemnly took off the horse's back. The glass-headed jewelry made by Fang Zhongyong himself was handed to Zhe Yiran with a happy face.

There is also a "gift"? Zhe Yiran happily took the "thank you" and then made a simple decision not to open it in front of everyone for the time being.

Thinking about the stack of "Visual's Secret Angel" underwear last time, Cheon's cheeks still had a slightly ray of glowing color, and he said softly with a half-coquettish tone and smiled:

"I went to the Ministry of War to pay the documents first, so that I could liberate these brothers. Then we would meet alone. When we wait for dinner, you come to Zhe Mansion to pick me up. How about it?"

Fang Zhongyong thought, "The moon rises to the willows, and people make an appointment after dusk", it's romantic, okay. So he nodded, led the horse, and walked side by side with Zhe into the city.

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Zhe Ran went to the business and then returned to the mansion to take a shower and change his clothes. Fang Zhongyong was bored and passed by Kaifeng Mansion and went to talk to Lao Bao about serious things.

Today, when Kaifeng Prefecture saw order, there was no major case under trial. The clerks were all busy with their own affairs. Fang Zhongyong saw the chief clerk, Lord Gongsun, first reported to his house, and then waited for Lao Bao to call him in.

When I entered Lao Bao's room, I found that Lao Bao looked bad and leaned against the bed, covered with a brocade quilt, as if he was sick.

Fang Zhongyong was a little strange and turned to Gongsun Ce to ask. Gongsun Ce was very generous and bowed to Lao Bao and Fang Zhongyong, and then replied softly to Fang Zhongyong:

"The Lord has a dispute with the official family because Zhang Yaozuo was promoted to the Three Divisions for an exception. He is on a hunger strike..."

Fang Zhongyong sat at Lao Bao's bedside and thought about history. Alas, these pure ministers of the Song Dynasty often went on hunger strikes, and it was not just Bao Zheng who did it alone.

For example, when Zhao Zhen and the Queen divorced, Fan Zhongyan also took the lead in protesting, which set off a wave of hunger strikes.

"Mr. Bao is loyal, but why should he really go on a hunger strike? Wouldn't it be better to pretend to be the official?" Fang Zhongyong said to Bao Zheng very understandingly.

As he said that, he took out two hanging money from his sleeve and handed it to Gongsun Ce, and whispered: "I have been missing from Lord Bao for a long time. I have troubled Mr. Gongsun to buy some wine and food for us in a low-key manner and secretly send it in from the side door. Don't have the fragrance too much."

Bao Zheng glared at Fang Zhongyong and stopped him, "If I could fool you, who else would really go on a hunger strike? How many pairs of eyes are staring here, two hangs of money for a meal? Are you trying to let me steal big fish, meat, wine and big dishes in Kaifeng Mansion?"

Fang Zhongyong was still full of energy when he heard Bao Zheng's voice. He thought he was not serious and didn't eat anything. So he sat down to the bed and said to Bao Zheng: "The Lord Zhang whom he protested is Zhang Yaozuo, Concubine Zhang's uncle?"

Without waiting for Bao Zheng to answer, Gongsun Ce behind him had already stuffed two hanging money back into Fang Zhongyong's hand and replied: "Isn't this? Isn't this extraordinary promotion of Zhang Yaozuo disrupting the administration?

That Zhang Yaozuo was just a small promoter in Shu. Because of the favored Concubine Zhang, he was promoted to two levels, without leaving Shu, and without holding real power. That is, he was promoted to the position of the Three Divisions to be in charge of the world's money and food, and he would be in harmony?"

Fang Zhongyong thought about a series of things related to Zhang Yaozuo, nodded slightly, turned to Gongsun Ce, and sighed:

"Mr. Gongsun said it well, but the three envoys in the past were not capable ministers, they were all mediocre officials. If Zhang Yaozuo was in his own branch, he would have no mistakes to give him a handle, and he would not have to rush to argue with the official for this person. It would be better to wait until he made a mistake before he could make a mistake."

Gongsun Ce was already feeling unhappy when he heard Fang Zhongyong say such words, but because Bao Zheng and Fang Zhongyong were among the few friends who could speak, it was not easy to make a mistake. He just expressed his dissatisfaction with the other Fang Zhongyong's words with a look of contempt and a hint from his nose.

Bao Zheng raised his head and looked at Fang Zhongyong with a strange look: "We, the literati, should we choose the criteria for the happiness of the government? Isn't it that I said to you, Lord Fang, your idea is very dangerous. Only treacherous ministers and jesters will act according to the likes and dislikes of the government."
Chapter completed!