After the whole day of meeting, the officials left exhausted. Most of the officials who were from Jinshi looked sad and even looked a little lost.

When Zhao Jiaren was leaving the meeting and returned home, his daughter Zhao Ruoshui, as the interim secretary, quickly slipped into her father's carriage. As soon as she sat down, Zhao Ruoshui asked anxiously: "Dad. Are you talking about what you are talking about today deliberately angering those landlords?"

"I'm angry with them? Why did you say this?" Zhao Jiaren also replied tiredly.

"I think many people are so angry." Zhao Ruoshui helped his father for such a while, and had already shown the advantages of women in his observation ability.

"Do you think there is a problem with the truth I mentioned?" Zhao Jiaren didn't want his daughter to have the advantage of emotional feelings, and he also hoped that her daughter also had theoretical abilities above the level.

"Of course they are unhappy about their own land being taken away. This is absolutely true." Zhao Ruoshui argued.

"Their land? When did those lands become their land? Humph?" Zhao Jiaren sneered.

Zhao Ruoshui opened her small notebook and found a thought, "The ones who were once rich want to retro, the ones who were rich want to maintain the status quo, and the ones who were not rich want to innovate. It is probably like this. Dad, at least they are now rich, and you are trying to take away the foundation of their richness. So I want to ask you, are you who were once rich or not."

"Haha! It's promising!" Zhao Jiaren couldn't help but reach out and rub his daughter's head. These words were quite true, pointing out the doubts that any change in the era needs to face. Why change?

Zhao Ruoshui is no longer a child, and even if his father touches his head, he will fight hard. Zhao Jiaren also let go of his hands and said to his daughter seriously: "Auntie. Do you still remember the basic elements of childbirth activities?"

"Well..., let's be productivity and means of production."

"The more private the means of production is, the worse the owner of the means of production is. Look at the surrender of Lin'an..." Zhao Jiaren couldn't help but think of Xie Daoqing when he mentioned this case. He snorted coldly, "Hmph! The ruling Empress Dowager Xie Daoqing thought that the Song Dynasty was hers. Before the Lin'an surrender, he told the scattered ministers that our country has treated scholars and officials well for three hundred years. I and the heir emperor have encountered many difficulties in the country. You ministers and ministers cannot come up with a plan to save the difficulties of the times. The officials in the capital abandoned their official positions and fled, and the local officials threw their seals and abandoned the city to escape the difficulties. How could they still act like human beings? Such a person who owns her for the Song Dynasty, what ended up? After surrendering, they were kidnapped by the Mongols."

Zhao Ruoshui is a member of the Zhao family. After hearing this case, she couldn't help but shivered. She frowned and asked, "Dad. What does this example mean?"

"It shows the terrible result of the privatization of means of production. Your father, I, was just a local figure on Fujian Road, at that time, and why could I defeat Mongolia and restore the old place? Because all the means of production I owned by your father, I was shared with everyone. After people joined this group, they could get rewards by providing their own productivity and gain their own improvement."

Zhao Ruoshui thought about it, but shook his head and said, "That's just that the Mongolian army is better than the Song army. If Song Jun father, Xie Daoqing's subordinate, you are as powerful as your army, and if you defeat the Mongolian army, wouldn't there be nothing left?"

"If you treat the Mongolian army as a means of production, the private attributes of this army will be very low. Do you know Genghis Khan?"

"Know."

"Genghis Khan said, if I lead the crowd to escape during a war, you can cut off my legs; if I take the spoils into my private bag, you can cut off my fingers. Do you understand? Genghis Khan certainly reached the peak of his own life with the help of the power of everyone, and those who follow him also reached the peak of their lives through cooperation with Genghis Khan."

Zhao Ruoshui tightened his lips, thought for a while before answering firmly: "The people who follow the Zhao family are not stingy with high officials and generous salaries."

"Which of the positions and salaries you mentioned were created by the ruling people at that time by their instinctively relying on their own abilities, and then gave them to others on their own initiative?" Zhao Jiaren also answered tit-for-tat.

Zhao Ruoshui heard the confident and arrogant words and wanted to refute them hard. In the end, he lowered his head without saying a word. Zhao Jiaren didn't say anything else, and no one dared to discuss such a topic with him so bluntly. This time, his daughter expressed her views on ownership of power as a second generation of power people, and Zhao Jiaren felt that many of the thoughts in his heart suddenly became clear.

As he said just now, the people who are truly following Zhao Jiaren are certainly because Zhao Jiaren pointed out a clear path, which makes these guys feel like they have found a direction. But from the perspective of spreading interests, Zhao Jiaren took the initiative to give what he originally had alone to those followers. This is one of the main reasons why those followers agree with Zhao Jiaren.

When he got home, the meal was ready and the family was having dinner at the table. Zhao Ruoshui was depressed. Zhao Jiaren's eldest son Zhao Qian seemed to say it, but hesitated if he was right. However, the second son Zhao Xun finished his meal with a heartless and free and easy personality of type B blood, and then said, "Dad. I want to get married."

After hearing this, Qin Yuzhen almost choked by a steamed bun. Zhao Qian looked up at his younger brother, probably not understanding what the meaning of getting married was. Zhao Ruoshui lowered his head and continued to eat.

"Who are you getting married?" Zhao Jiaren asked. He was finally the one who showed the most calmness in his family. Even so, Zhao Jiaren was confused.

"It's my classmate. I want to marry her." Zhao Erlang replied.

"Have you made an appointment?" Zhao Jiaren continued to ask.

"No, we didn't make an agreement. But I like her very much, very much. I thought about it repeatedly and felt that this was the person I wanted. So I asked my father to help me propose marriage." Although Zhao Erlang's attitude was very firm, Zhao Jiaren couldn't help but feel that Xue Pan must take Xiangling as himself after hearing this.

Qin Yuzhen finally swallowed the steamed buns and said in a accusing tone: "How old are you!"

"Mom, you and my father were not much older than me when they got married." Zhao Erlang and Zhao Xun immediately expressed his objection.

The son dared to refute, and Qin Yuzhen couldn't help but stand up. However, when she saw Zhao Jiaren picking up the bowl and drinking a sip of soup, she resisted the attack. After all, Zhao Jiaren is the head of the family, and since Qin Yuzhen became the queen, she has carefully studied history books. She cared about the evaluation of "born in the deep palace and being raised by women." With a head of Zhao Jiaren at home, Qin Yuzhen resisted the urge to criticize her son.

Drinking the last soup in the bowl, Zhao Jiaren put down the bowl and said to his second son: "Three days later, come to me to talk about this."

"Isn't it possible now?"

"All one go, and then exhaust, and then decline. Now you are excited to talk about this matter, even if you poke a hole in the sky, you will stick to it. As your father, I don't want to see such a situation. I will talk to me about this matter three days later."

"father……"

"I said it three days later, and it was three days later. Nothing you said was useful. Okay, after eating, we all parted."

Listening to the conversation between her husband and son, Qin Yuzhen felt a little happy. Of course, she knew her second son's enthusiasm and let him go. After he passed the heat for three minutes, he often regretted it.

Zhao Jiaren returned to the study and was about to sort out tomorrow's meeting content. The eldest son Zhao Qian knocked on the door and came in. Without waiting for Zhao Qian to speak, Zhao Jiaren pointed to the sofa and said, "Sit down."

While Zhao Qian was wondering why he was not sitting on the chair in front of him but sitting on the sofa, Zhao Jiaren took the lead in walking to the sofa to sit down. Zhao Jiaren sat down comfortably, watching his son sitting opposite him, and couldn't help but miss the feeling of being a psychologist himself in "eight hundred years later".

"Dad. I don't know what to say, I can only say that I want to continue fighting." Zhao Qian said with his head down.

"I'll talk about this later. Tell me about your most unforgettable battle." Zhao Jiaren said.

Zhao Qian was stunned, and his father's reaction was completely beyond his imagination. Although he was surprised, Zhao Qian still talked about his own experience. After he finished his first battle, Zhao Jiaren did not comment. He said, "Tell me another battle."

Although he still didn't understand what my father wanted to say, Zhao Qian found another battle about the cavalry that made him feel very happy.

"Tell me another one." Zhao Jiaren continued.

"Why do you need to listen to me about war?" Zhao Qian asked in confusion and uneasy this time.

"Because..." Zhao Jiaren carefully said. Zhao Qian's current performance looks like PTTSD, which is the post-traumatic stress disorder defined by psychology. Post-traumatic stress disorder refers to the individual's delay in the occurrence and persistence of individuals after an individual experiences, witnesses or encounters one or more actual deaths involving one or more people, threats of death, serious injuries, or threats of physical integrity.

Zhao Qian has not reached the point of the disease, but the stimulation he was receiving at this time was enough to make Zhao Qian develop a strong compensatory mentality.

So many comrades died on the battlefield, how could I leave alone?

This kind of misfortune is bound to happen. If it weren't, why would we encounter it? So I have to continue working until I encounter the same misfortune.

Many people have such a reaction. This is why the police who shot and killed prisoners in police work began to provide psychological counseling and psychological assessments. In the past few hundred years, there were military personnel who had to accompany them, and they also had to comfort themselves.
Chapter completed!