Who is Shi Miyuan? He was the only prime minister in the dynasty! He was covered in the sky with one hand and was still in the stage, and he was not dead. He dared to sarcastically mock his surrender to the Jin Kingdom and kill the anti-Jin generals in public! Is there any kingly law? In our China, how many dynasties can do this? When will the people be so happy? This is too unscientific!

In order to win the imperial examination, he heard it wrong, Hong Tao put the bowl of braised rice, walked out of the teahouse, changed two more venues, and then he silently reads. This kind of program is not an exception. There are basically such programs in any venue where people say comics and chaotic words. Not only Shi Miyuan, but everyone says that the only one who doesn't say is the emperor, as if no one cares about it.

"Oh, you are so lucky. You have added another reason to help you. Are we considered Transformers or Justice League?" Hong Tao likes this social atmosphere very much because he is just a slut and likes to pick the government's faults. In his eyes, as long as it is the government, there is nothing wrong with it, it is nothing but a question of the size of the fault. Moreover, he believes that from the standpoint of the people, he should ask the government for problems, and scold them every day to be accused of being a good person. If they coax them every day, they will not do it well. He hates things like guarding against people the most. Even if he doesn't write online articles, he is not allowed to write plots above. If the cultural industry can be done, it will be a ghost. In Guo Degang's words, this is: if the upper class does not watch romantic action movies, they will do it!

In order to keep this loose social form and prevent Mongolia from being harmed, and to make this habit spread, he decided to make good efforts. He could not say that he would sacrifice himself to fight the Mongolians. At least he had to play this game more seriously, less his own will and less practical actions. Protecting the Southern Song Dynasty was not to protect their rule, nor to protect all the court. Instead, to protect this civilization, and then let time be the best judge. Leave what should be kept and what should not be kept. What should be kept and what should not be kept is not his own work, and he does not have this right.

By the way, I will correct a common sense mistake. There is no need to kneel down when I sued a lawsuit in the Song Dynasty. Other dynasties are not clear, but the Southern Song Dynasty definitely does not need it anyway. Because he happened to catch up with the circuit court of the Southern Song Dynasty, it is unclear what the official position was that the person sitting in the hall was. Anyway, the official should be quite good, and they all wore red official uniforms. The court in Lin'an City is open-ended, what does it mean? That is to say, this court is like a stage, with no doors or windows on the front, and a small square in front. Anyone who wants to listen, listen, and do not need to review their identities or register in advance.

There are two signs at the door of the court, the litigation card on the left and the Qupai on the right. If the case is not urgent, go to the left to submit the lawsuit. Then wait for the court to arrange the specific court time. If you are anxious, go to the Qupai on the right, and start the court when you come. Whether it is the plaintiff, defendant or litigant, you all stand and talk. Unless you are willing, you don’t have to kneel. It seems that the Bao Qingtian trial process performed in movies and TV is fake, which is normal. Many of the operas are made in the Ming and Qing dynasties. According to the social environment at that time, it is hard to imagine that you don’t kneel in court. Even if you know, you don’t dare to write it truthfully. If you write it, you won’t publish it. Can you bear it?

"Old Luo, I'm back... Hehehe. Look at my harvest today, this is... Hehe..." After wandering around for a day. At around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Hong Tao returned to Luo Youde's yard with a bag of small pieces he bought. As soon as he entered the yard, Luo Youde rushed over like a tiger's pounce. Without saying anything, he threw Hong Tao's arms on the ground, pulled him out.

"Brother Hong, you're back. Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, it's too late!" After getting on the horse, Luo Youde's whip was slapping, not saying he was running wildly, but he had already started trotting. Hong Tao had no time to talk. He had a very relaxed ability to ride a horse, and it was okay to walk slowly. Once he trotted, it would be a little difficult to get it. He was not worried about hitting passers-by, but worried that he would fall. Lin'an City was full of bluestone roads, and it would be enough to fall.

Why is Luo Youde so anxious? Because the place where he eats is a bit far away. According to later generations, the place where he treats guests belongs to the building hall in the scenic area, called Fengle Tower, right by the West Lake, four or five miles away from Sanqiao Street. This is a formal banquet, and the person who comes is a high-ranking official. As the boss, he must go and wait in advance. You can't let the vice chairman of the Military Commission wait for you to start the meal.

Fengle Tower is quite big, with bamboo leaves on the lanterns. Hong Tao likes it very much. He doesn't think that women from the Southern Song Dynasty are better-looking than later generations, or even worse than those of later generations. However, the meals of a few big men are boring, and a few girls are accompanying them, the atmosphere is more harmonious. As for the vice chairman of the Military Commission, he is quite tall and his beard is higher than Luo Youde when he sees it. The beard is as smooth as it is washed with Sassoon and baked with oil.

"Early South Australia! Is there a place here?" Regarding Hong Tao's identity, the Vice Chairman of the Military Commission was obviously more sensible than Luo Youde, and he didn't believe it. Not only did he not believe it, he also asked on the spot, which was very arrogant and reads;

"Shi Bo Rong... I didn't really believe it at first, but Brother Hong is indeed a talented man. The sea boat he built can travel hundreds of miles a day. I have never seen it when I traveled to the southern countries. The sea boat is now parked at the Maritime Pier, and Uncle Shi Bo can see it." Luo Youde was quite righteous. His words were equivalent to helping Hong Tao as a guarantee. If something happened to Hong Tao, he would not be able to escape.

"I saw the boat and the horses. It was reported as soon as I landed yesterday. I have a question. Where are these good horses produced? Can they be bred in my Song Dynasty? The imperial court has built many horse prisons in recent years. They have bred horses in the Western Xia horses, Sichuan horses, Guang horses, and Guang horses. Unfortunately, they have spent a lot of money and there is no place to be feasible." When the vice chairman saw Luo Youde helping Hong Tao as a guarantee, he did not pursue the issue of identity. The big ship could be seen from the city, not because it was big, but because its mast was too high and higher than the city wall, so it was difficult to not see it.

"This horse is called a grass mud horse. It is produced on the African continent. That continent is located south of the Great Eater, stretching thousands of miles. The people on it have a face like a pot bottom and their whole body is black. It is divided into two seasons a year, with no spring and autumn, only rain and drought, which is similar to the climate of Yazhou in the Song Dynasty. If these horses are raised in the north, it will definitely not work, but there is no way. They just need to have a suitable breeding base, such as Yazhou. Then use Guangma, Sichuanma, Xixiama, Mongolian horses and mates to mate with them, and they will breed horses suitable for northern life from generation to generation." Hong Tao looked around and Luo Youde wanted to answer, but he really didn't have the ability. His younger brother simply didn't even raise his head, for fear that others would ask him, and he had to go on it himself.

"Can you raise horses in Yazhou!?" This was the first time the vice chairman was a little surprised, and even put the chopsticks in his hand.

"It's true, and there is iron ore in Yazhou. It's not only a small amount of money to exchange iron ore with Africans for horses, but they are also happy. Africa is short of iron!" When Hong Tao heard that the meat of the play came, he didn't go around in circles. He was not a circle of politicians. None of them were the ones. Instead of guessing each other, it would be better to come directly and maybe you can gain the trust of the other party. Sometimes you have to play evil and unexpectedly, especially if you have the title of a foreigner, the harder you try to pretend to be a Song people, the more unreliable it is.

"As you said, there are many big food merchants in our dynasty. Why didn't they bring a piece of grass...the mud horse?" The vice chairman had more questions than Luo Youde, and the level he considered was different.

"To be honest, the hometown of the big cannibal was also captured by the Mongols, and it may not be the same as the Song Dynasty. The goods they trafficked were all very small and expensive. Although the Song Dynasty did not, those things could not be eaten or drunk, which did not help the Song Dynasty. Moreover, trafficking horses at sea had high requirements for ships. It was not that my nephew boasted that even if the big cannibal merchant ships trafficked horses, one in ten would not be saved in the Song Dynasty. Horses could not live on the sea for too long, and their boats were small and slow." The truth was brought into the lies, which was Hong Tao's specialty. Although the other party was a senior national cadre, his knowledge was far from himself. It took him a minute to hide him, and he had no place to go.

"I wonder how much this horse is worth?" The vice chairman really couldn't tell the fault of Hong Tao's remarks. He had never been to the Dashi Country, but he had seen the Dashi merchant's merchant ship, and it was a bit small to transport horses.

"If I want to buy it with silver, it may be more expensive than the Western Xia horses. However, Africans have iron. It is much cheaper to exchange it with them. Including it, it is even cheaper than Guangma. Africa is far from our dynasty. Some iron ore is not enough to worry about the lack of military horses. But if grass mud horses can be bred in the Song Dynasty, ten years later, our dynasty will no longer have to worry about the lack of military horses." Hong Tao did not want to sell horses. He wanted iron ore, while the Song Dynasty did not lack iron. Its annual pig iron production may be as high as the whole world. Bartering goods is not only cheap, but also not suspected of funding the empire. This excuse should be the most suitable. No matter where it goes, it can't be found. As for whether Africa is really short of iron, it depends entirely on his own words. Who can go to Africa to inquire about this idea?

"Well, it makes sense. Why do you want to sell horses for me?" The vice chairman picked up the chopsticks again, but it was indeed a piece of ginger slices. Judging from this action, he wanted to pretend to be indifferent, but he had already started to plot in his heart. The action of picking up food was completely a cover-up of consciousness. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!