During this period of the country and the family was destroyed, Wen Tianxiang always felt that he would be in a wandering life. So when he arrived at the three-story building of the Ministry of Rites early in the morning on December 13, he started working, brewed a pot of tea, and picked up the "China Daily", he felt an indescribable sense of incongruity. However, no matter how uneven it was, Wen Tianxiang could not break the void by his thoughts. In this material world constructed by the gravitational trap, he could only live like others.

The front page headline of the China Daily is no longer a description of the anti-aggression war, but rather, "The Song Dynasty's global navigation fleet returns to Quanzhou and proves that the earth is indeed a sphere." The content is about a navigation guild fleet starting from Quanzhou enters the Tianzhu Ocean and continues to go west, cross the Cape of Good Hope, and enters the South Atlantic. The fleet sails southwest in the South Atlantic, and goes through the storm of shocking winds and waves between Fusang and Antarctica, and finally enters the Pacific Ocean. All the way westward, returning to the Song Dynasty.

All articles in the "China Daily" are written in vernacular. Wen Tianxiang can read the joy in the article, but Wen Tianxiang cannot understand what this joy is for. Even if it proves that the earth under his feet is a ball, what can it change?

Theoretically, the Minister of Rites should be quite idle, and Wen Tianxiang is not so leisurely. There are still many people moving south now, and the work to welcome them is handed over to the Ministry of Rites. Not long after reading the newspaper, Wen Tianxiang, who was in the office of Mawei, was going to work at the dock.

On December 14th, Wen Tianxiang picked up the "China Daily" and just glanced at it, and was shocked by the title. The title was "The King of Champa and the King of Jiaozhi announced the contribution of the country and the Song Dynasty. From the first year of the Republic next year, our Song Dynasty will add three counties, Jiaozhi, Champa and Siam."

After reading the title several times, Wen Tianxiang felt his heart beating wildly. After reading the news content, Wen Tianxiang felt that his understanding of the title was indeed correct. Zhao Jiaren's army conquered the wilderness in the south and included it in the territory of the Song Dynasty. This news did not make Wen Tianxiang happy, but instead made the Minister of Rites very unhappy. When is it time to not fight against Mongolia, but instead send the army to a miasma-like place to fight. It is really putting the cart before the horse.

With his own thoughts, Wen Tianxiang went to Zhao Jiaren to ask about this matter, but he didn't expect Zhao Jiaren was having a meeting. He asked when the guard meeting would end, and the guard told Wen Tianxiang that "no advice". This made Wen Tianxiang feel a little sad.

After the establishment of the temporary court in Fuzhou, Zhao Jiaren placed the young emperor and the queen mother in Fuzhou City. He brought civil and military officials to work in Mawei. Zhang Shijie and others were quite wary of Zhao Jiaren, so they brought the troops who arrived in Fujian with him to station in Fuzhou. This led to strangers around Wen Tianxiang, and there were few people who could speak, especially when they were in a bad mood.

Just when Wen Tianxiang returned to him and started working, a correspondent sent the documents. Zhao Jiaren asked Wen Tianxiang to see him in the afternoon. Before the agreed time, Wen Tianxiang arrived outside Zhao Jiaren's office.

Sitting on the bench waiting with a group of officials who had short hair, Wen Tianxiang felt quite emotional. Zhao Jiaren's methods of doing things were different. After the order "One of the basic conditions for becoming an official is short hair" was issued, some people left in anger. More people chose short hair. When all the officials had short hair, any criticism of short hair became insignificant.

After the order was decided, the disobedient people were just screened out, and no longer wasted time to discuss. Zhao Jiaren's decisive method felt great pressure, and the young students who graduated from the school made their predecessors feel greater pressure.

While waiting, several female officials in uniform passed through the corridor, and the men's eyes fell on them involuntarily. Women do not need to force short hair, but they are not allowed to tie their heads. The bangs are uniform in front of their foreheads, and the short hair with neck or tied ponytails behind them, showing competence in the softness of women.

This is also what Wen Tianxiang dislikes the most in Zhao Jiaren's school. Those excellent women also have the opportunity to become officials. In addition to the competition from young men, the bureaucratic team has also begun to face the competition from women. Zhao Jiaren can create and control the official team as he wishes through his school. Before Zhang Shijie went south, he actually wanted to fight. After seeing many things, he chose to lead troops to protect the little emperor.

Just as Wen Tianxiang was thinking about it, the secretary came out of Zhao Jiaren's office, "Who is Wen Tianxiang and Wen Shangshu."

Wen Tianxiang immediately stood up and followed the secretary into the office under the gaze of everyone.

In addition to cutting short hair, Zhao Jiaren also shaved his beard. After returning to the style of the 21st century, Zhao Jiaren, who is already 33, looks not much different from a 24- or 5-year-old boy. This is not Zhao Jiaren's own characteristics. As long as there is no problem of nutritional deficiency since childhood, Chinese people generally look young.

"Taiwei Zhao, I wonder what happened to Jiaozhi and Chameng?" Wen Tianxiang came up and asked this question.

Zhao Jiaren moved his body to make himself leaning on the chair more comfortable. He said very relaxedly: "I used to be the Jiaozhi recruitment envoy. Because the Jiaozhi people sent troops to follow the Mongols to attack the Song Dynasty, I sent troops to attack. Chameng took it down. I asked Shangshu Wen to come, just to ask Shangshu Wen to do their dedication to the country."

Wen Tianxiang had no excitement on his face. He expressed his opinion with concern, "Now the enemy we are waiting for is Mongolia. Jiaozhi and Chameng paid tribute. Taking action against them will only make the relatives feel sad and the enemy happy. Besides, these two places are malaria, so what can I take them down?"

Zhao Jiaren was in a good mood, but after Wen Tianxiang made these words of worrying about the country and the people, he became less happy. However, Zhao Jiaren thought again, there was no need to regard Wen Tianxiang as a capable confrontation, just treat him as a patient with mental illness. In the crisis of national destruction, Wen Tianxiang's mental health must have problems.

With a new positioning, Zhao Jiaren felt that he could face Wen Tianxiang calmly, at least his tone was so gentle that he would not be considered hostile. "Shangshu Wen, we are talking about it. There is no right to speak without investigation. Have you been to Jiaozhi? Have you been to Chameng? If not, then don't speak according to your imagination. Besides, what is malaria? The Navigation Corps has a research report on this, and I think you can read it first before talking about it. In addition, your current job is to hold a ceremony and do this set of rituals well. For the people, they see that we can fight the country to destroy the country and their confidence in the court will increase. From a military perspective, we have trained our teams and accumulated experience in the war, and then we can have a stronger army to deal with Mongolia. Is this a good thing? I'll ask you again, can you handle this ceremony?"

Zhao Jiaren conveyed such a huge amount of information, that is, Wen Tianxiang has a good memory, and he actually remembered it all in his heart. He silently recalled Zhao Jiaren's words one by one, and Wen Tianxiang could not find any objection. Zhao Jiaren's work is different from Jia Sidao or other prime ministers, and Zhao Jiaren will not order everyone to do a job they cannot do. As the Minister of Rites, if he cannot hold the ceremony of offering the country, it can only be said that Wen Tianxiang himself has a problem. As for Zhao Jiaren's evaluation of Jiaozhi and Chameng, the Navigation Guild has been in the South China Sea for so long, Wen Tianxiang feels that he probably knows more about the two places than Zhao Jiaren.

Since he could not refuse, Wen Tianxiang nodded and agreed, "I will go to prepare for the ceremony now."

Because it was during the war, although the New Year's Day holiday was suspended, all kinds of lively activities were suspended. After such a peaceful but relatively light New Year's Day, the seventh day of the first year of the Republic of China, which was the seventh day of the first lunar month of the Song Dynasty in 1273, the citizens of Fuzhou watched a different kind of excitement. The kings of Jiaozhi and Chameng "bent down and tied their necks, and ordered officials to be ordered." The rope was tied to the bottom of the platform, and the officials and soldiers next to them presented the summary of the seals and household registration lists of the kings of the two countries to the officials of the Song Dynasty.

Zhao Jiaren did not stand in the front row. The most conspicuous thing in the center was Yang Shufei who was holding the little emperor. The little emperor could not stay outside in the winter for too long. He just sat symbolically and accepted the gifts from the country and left the main seat of the platform. He was able to see the officials and the empress dowager with his own eyes. The citizens of Fuzhou tiptoed and stretched their necks to try their best to see.

When the official family and the empress dowager left, Zhao Jiaren and others standing next to him got off the stage. When he was talking to Wen Tianxiang, Zhang Shijie and others, he suddenly heard loud noises outside. Zhang Shijie was frightened and shivered. If there was such a loud noise in the army, it would be a bombing camp!

However, Zhao Jiaren looked as usual, and he smiled and said, "I will arrange for everyone to shout slogans. Don't worry, everyone."

After Zhao Jiaren said this, Zhang Shijie and others reluctantly calmed down and listened, and the people outside shouted, "Long live the Song Dynasty!" "Long live China!" "Destroy the Mongolian invaders!" "Regain your hometown!"

Even though he knew that this was not a camp or a civilian change, he heard the sound of tsunami, Zhang Shijie and others from scholars looked good. Zhao Jiaren looked at them and smiled and said, "Everyone, you are still afraid that the people will not succeed. Let's go out to meet the people now and let them know that we can win with us!"

Listening to the overall sound of the tsunami outside, thinking of facing thousands of people whom they had never met, Zhang Shijie and other scholars looked embarrassed. Zhao Jiaren patted Wen Tianxiang on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, let's take the lead." Then he took the lead to the high platform.

Wen Tianxiang was also uneasy, but with Zhao Jiaren leading the way, Wen Tianxiang himself couldn't help but want to see the excitement he had never seen before.

Just now, when the people in the audience were not saying a word, Wen Tianxiang, as the Minister of Rites, presided over the ceremony of the country's offering, he felt that the whole was acceptable. There were still so many people. When they started to speak, Wen Tianxiang felt that the sound waves were coming towards him like a hurricane. Although it was invisible, it seemed to be tangible. His heart was beating faster and he was nervous. Even though Wen Tianxiang was a brave man, even though he knew that the people were cheering, Wen Tianxiang still felt a sense of panic.

The scholars following Zhao Jiaren were even worse than Wen Tianxiang. In fear, many people were stiff and some even sweating on their foreheads. These people didn't dare to look directly at the people, so they couldn't help looking at Zhao Jiaren, the leader. Seeing that Zhao Jiaren was not afraid of facing millions of people, he stopped at the platform and raised his hand to wave the audience. Seeing Zhao Jiaren greeting him, a roar of cheers burst out from the audience.

"Taiwei Zhao!" "Taiwei Zhao!" Someone couldn't help but shout. Driven by the trained students and cadres, the shouting became more and more neat. The huge impact of the sound made Wen Tianxiang and others behind Zhao Jiaren unable to help but want to retreat.

Zhao Jiaren raised his hands and made a pressing move. The students and cadres stopped and shouted in a low voice, and whispered that the people around him should not continue to shout. The venue soon became quiet. The rapid changes of the people made Wen Tianxiang feel that the hairs on his back stood up. He intuitively felt that what would be nurtured under quiet would be stronger.

A dozen loud men ran over in front of the stage soon. When they stood still, Zhao Jiaren said loudly: "We gathered here today to celebrate our victory! We won a great victory!"

As the loud man shouted this to everyone, there was another jubilation below. Zhao Jiaren suppressed his voice again and continued, "Here, I want to thank everyone. It is because of everyone, and it is because of millions of people from the Song Dynasty who are like everyone that we can have today's victory. Without you, there would be no such victory. Of course, someone sacrificed his life in the war. Now please bow your head and bow your head and pay silence for the victims."

After saying that, Zhao Jiaren crossed his hands in front of him. The emcee shouted loudly: "The silence begins!" Zhao Jiaren lowered his head seriously. Some exclamations came from the crowd who saw this scene. Everyone never expected that the actions of Taiwei Zhao on the stage were so polite.

After the emcee announced the 'silence ended', Zhao Jiaren raised his head and continued to speak. "This victory is not enough to eliminate the invaders. We will have many battles in the future, and the war will last for a long time. But I promise everyone that as long as we are united and united, victory will be ours. At that time, everyone will no longer have to worry and no longer have to sleep or eat. I, Zhao Jiaren, as the Grand Marshal of the Song Dynasty, assured everyone that this day will inevitably come! Long live the Song Dynasty!"

"Long live the Great Song Dynasty!" "Long live the Great Song Dynasty!" There were another roar of tsunamis in the audience.

After making a speech, Zhao Jiaren and Wen Tianxiang and Zhang Shijie and others got off the platform. Everyone talked about their subsequent arrangements and went there. Zhang Shijie looked at Zhao Jiaren's back as he walked away quickly and said with lingering fear: "Taiwei Zhao is really good to the people."

Wen Tianxiang just nodded. He knew that Zhang Shijie was afraid of Zhao Jiaren. After this, Zhang Shijie's fear was probably deeper. Wen Tianxiang didn't think so much. If Zhao Jiaren really wanted to do something, how could Zhang Shijie stop him? He was recalling what he had just now. Facing so many people, Zhao Jiaren could actually be relaxed. More importantly, there was nothing to be picky about what Zhao Jiaren said.
Chapter completed!