"Dad."

"Um."

"The story you told yesterday. Why did Tang Seng recite the tight hoop curse for Sun Wukong?"

"Tang Seng felt that Sun Wukong had done something wrong."

"Sun Wukong killed the monster, he did nothing wrong."

"Tang Monk felt that it was not the monster who was beaten to death."

"Is that Tang Seng wrong?"

Zhao Qian was very surprised by his son's discrimination ability. He hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively: "...Is only Tang Seng wrong?"

"Yes, Tang Seng was wrong."

"Where is the White Bone Spirit?"

Regarding such a question, the kid was silent. It was obvious that he was trying to consider and scramble the language of the organization. Zhao Qian looked at his son with interest, and the kids were cute here. They really thought about the problem themselves. After the adults encountered problems, they would probably find a pattern that God knew where they came from to answer. Just when Zhao Qian was about to take his son to the carriage, he heard the kid say, "The monster is different from Tang Seng. Tang Seng is wrong, the monster is a bad person."

Zhao Qian was stunned. Child words were rude, so children often could tell the cruel truth that adults were powerless or incompetent. Just when Zhao Qian didn't know how to answer his son, Zhao Qian's wife stepped on her handbag, hugged her youngest daughter, pulled her second son, and said to the father and father: "Okay, get in the car."

Zhao Qian quickly said to his eldest son: "You are right. The fairy is a bad person, and Tang Seng is wrong. When my father comes back next time, he will continue to tell you stories."

"Dad, you have to come back early." The eldest son grabbed Zhao Qian's sleeve and said anxiously.

"Okay." Zhao Qian replied.

The vehicle set off and sent Zhao Qian's wife and children to the gate where the Future Song Dynasty Power Center was located. Looking at the busy construction site, Zhao Qian did not go in. After completing the entry procedures for his family at the door, Zhao Qian rode his horse to the working group again.

Along the way, Zhao Qian thought about it, as if he had suddenly figured out something, and then he fell into deeper confusion. As he thought about it, he arrived at the door of the work group. He turned over and got off the horse. Zhao Qian walked into his office like a sleepwalking, and then sat down and continued to think. His thoughts swam in the sea, and it was noon soon.

During lunch, Chen Xuyang sat down opposite Zhao Qian with a tray, and the two started chatting. Chen Xuyang asked directly: "Director Zhao, what do you think of Li Cunxiao?"

"I think..." Zhao Qian hesitated. In Zhao Qian's opinion, Li Cunxiao was a cadre who made a mistake, but may not necessarily be a bad person. This was a result that Zhao Qian could not imagine a few days ago. At that time, Zhao Qian felt that Li Cunxiao was disliked no matter how much he was. Now Zhao Qian felt that his dislike of him was different from violating the law and policies.

"Why?" Chen Xuyang's tone was obviously about insisting on Li Cunxiao's punishment.

Zhao Qian felt very unhappy now. Unlike Zhao Qian, Chen Xuyang's attitude had obviously not changed. Zhao Qian thought for a while and then asked directly: "Team Leader Chen, do you think Li Cunxiao is a bad person?"

Chen Xuyang nodded, "Of course. This guy is selling favors in all kinds of ways. When dividing the land, he also opens convenience doors for many people and collects benefits. Isn't this guy a bad guy?"

Zhao Qian wanted to refute, but fell silent. He found that if he didn't treat Li Cunxiao as a bad person, he seemed to have to treat Chen Xuyang as a bad person. But from many perspectives, Chen Xuyang may not be a bad person. After thinking about it, Zhao Qian only felt that he could not find a reason. Now Zhao Qian regretted it. Today, he should actually go in with his wife and children. His wife and children can go to meet his mother Qin Yuzhen. Zhao Qian himself could go to ask his father Zhao Jiaren.

With this idea, Zhao Qian found that it was not too late to go tonight. When he thought of seeing his father, Zhao Qian's imagination came to his mind. If he met his father and asked a question, the father would probably answer: "Why do you say that, is there any evidence?"

"Why do you say that, is there any evidence?" Zhao Jiaren asked Zhao Qian.

It was already evening. Zhao Qian finished his meal with his father because Zhao Jiaren didn't like to discuss official duties at the dinner table. Zhao Qian talked about official duties with his father in the study after dinner.

Zhao Qian was reading the official documents all afternoon. Although the evidence was not particularly complete at this time, at least it was prepared. Zhao Qian explained the file he saw to his father and then made a summary, "I think there was probably something wrong with Li Cunxiao in the accounts. He either received benefits or received gifts. I think it was not the turn of the working group to manage this in detail, and the supervision department could manage these things. I now think that the working group seems to think that Li Cunxiao was deliberately violating the state-owned land policy. I used to think so, but now I feel that it doesn't seem to be that."

Zhao Jiaren didn't say anything, but just lit a cigarette and continued to listen to his son's narration. This time, the working group itself had a group of people asking for corrections to the various things that happened in Henan's land reform. The reason why Zhao Jiaren agreed to form such a working group may not be completely agreeing with every idea of ​​those people, but he really wanted to see what the working group could do.

Listening to Zhao Qian's story, Zhao Jiaren's thoughts fell on his son Zhao Qian. If it were the system of New China, those who could climb to the front three rows would be heroes in some aspects. Zhao Qian's age and level were at most struggling at the level of directors, even because the Song Dynasty now has a small population and a small number of educated people, he is just a director now.

But the problem now is that the Song Dynasty was not the system of New China. The Song Dynasty was an imperial state, and no matter how Zhao Jiaren promoted it, it would not enter the socialist republic system. At this time, Zhao Jiaren had to consider making Zhao Qian the "Kaifeng Prefecture".

Once Zhao Qian gets the title of Kaifeng Prefecture, the whole world will know that the Zhao official family has officially become the crown prince. From then on, the world has entered a stable period, and there is no need to worry that after Zhao Jiaren's death, Zhao Jiaren's two sons began to fight for power cruelly. Moreover, Zhao Qian is the real eldest son. In the tradition of the Han family, he is an orthodox existence that cannot be more orthodox.

Thinking of these things, Zhao Qian asked, "Dad, what do you think?"

"I'm thinking about something else just now, you can say it again." Zhao Jiaren said his current situation without any vagueness.

Zhao Qian was stunned. He didn't expect that his father, who was usually very focused, would be distracted. This greatly affected Zhao Qian's mood and could not continue.

Zhao Jiaren looked at his son and sighed. Then he said, "What I think is that you are growing up, and it has reached a certain level that I expect. This time I asked you to go. I originally wanted you to finish their performance well, I originally wanted you to have a long experience, and the final test is only to see if you will sign up."

"Joint sign?" Zhao Qian was stunned. He didn't expect that far away.

"Once the case is finalized, you have to sign it. Of course, I think you have to have a responsibility if you sign it at that time, so I want you to know how heavy this responsibility is. It is not only related to life and future, but also to other people's business. It also depends on whether you will be used as a gun." Zhao Jiaren was already familiar with what he said in his heart. Moreover, these were actually Zhao Jiaren's initial thoughts. His son could not always work as a water conservancy expert, and he had to have the ability to take over political power.

During his time in Greater America, Zhao Jiaren was baptized by bourgeois dictatorship in this regard, which made him deeply understand.

Great America is a country with the evil capitalist system, so this country has various evil systems and insurmountable institutional flaws. However, Great America has had a golden age and a gilded era, and loyal believers of the capitalist system have worked hard to make the capitalist system last for thousands of years. Therefore, there are many successful areas in institutional construction.

For example, if a person is a major in chemistry, has the ability to commit large-scale poisoning, is single, has received higher education, and has relatively clear political concepts. Even a doctor like Zhao Jiaren, who considers himself a harmless little white rabbit, who upholds the "revolutionary humanitarian spirit", will be classified as a separate list of social instability factors.

When Zhao Jiaren understood that he was also being monitored by some kind of surveillance, he had an epiphany about the social system. The bourgeoisie was really afraid of the people, which was completely different from the system in which the socialist system felt that the people were the mainstream of society.

However, such experience also gave Zhao Jiaren another insight. In the Song Dynasty, Zhao Jiaren thought that Confucius was right. A gentleman was not a tool. As an ordinary worker, Zhao Qian could be regarded as a water conservancy expert. As the future emperor of the Song Dynasty, even an official who could take over Zhao Jiaren's current system, Zhao Qian was only a water conservancy expert, and something was going to happen.

An emperor who regards himself as a water conservancy expert is not as good as an emperor without a professional. At least without a professional, he will not think that he is really better than others.

Thinking of this, Zhao Jiaren also felt that he couldn't talk to his son. This year was the 334th year of the Song Dynasty, and Zhao Jiaren was 54 years old. According to Liu Bei, a person who is over fifty years old is not considered a premature death. Death is just the will of heaven, and Zhao Jiaren is facing the will of heaven now.

Zhao Qian also saw his father's absent-minded expression. He asked tentatively: "Dad, can I come to see you tomorrow for advice?"

"Of course." Zhao Jiaren responded.

"Then let's talk about something else today."

"Okay." Zhao Jiaren relaxed after he finished speaking. He talked to his son, which was actually not bad.

Seeing that my father was interested in chatting, Zhao Qian immediately talked about the thing he cared about most, "Dad. My mother said that you proposed it first for the family business. Is it true?"

"It's true." Zhao Jiaren smiled and said, "But don't be too happy too early. I have heard a story about a bird man praying to heaven every day and asking the god to give him some money. One day, the god said to him, I am willing to agree to your request. But there is a condition."

"Oh? What are the conditions?" Zhao Qian was very interested in this story.

"The god told that person that I will give the same amount of money to the neighbors around you." Zhao Jiaren continued to tell the story.

Zhao Qian immediately stopped saying a word. He instantly felt that the content of this story resonated with Zhao Qian's mood. If the gods were willing to give people money for nothing, they would have to make things difficult. Giving a lot of the same wealth was undoubtedly a strong malice. Moreover, the father said this, which seemed to have other meanings.

Sure enough, Zhao Jiaren continued to preach: "So the man was silent for a while and said. Please make me blind."

Zhao Qian smiled bitterly. He himself wouldn't be so intense, but he could understand why this person said such things. Seeing that others are living better than him, his mood will certainly get worse. Thinking of this, Zhao Qian suddenly understood something and asked, "Dad, do you want to give my second brother the same money?"

"Not only to give it to your second brother, your sister will also get ten million yuan." Zhao Jiaren said something that many people in this era probably cannot understand.

Zhao Qian was silent this time. He gave his younger brother ten million yuan, which is understandable. The married daughter was poured out of water, and Zhao Qian also thought this was correct. He gave the married daughter a dowry, and this was fine. What was it to give extra money later?

Looking at his son's expression, Zhao Jiaren said seriously: "I know you are not very acceptable, but I would like to talk about the reasons. First of all, we are formulating a special marriage law. The marriage law stipulates pre-marriage property and post-marriage property. The money given by relatives belongs to pre-marriage property and not to post-marriage property. And I also hope that women can become workers, and their own money must be protected. Zhao Qian, are you willing to inherit my route?"

Zhao Qian suddenly shivered. Dad's words were a bit scary. As long as Dad dies, regardless of whether Dad was happy or not, the throne belongs to Zhao Qian. But inheriting Dad's route is the decision Zhao Qian must make when Dad is alive.

After a while of silence, Zhao Qian said, "Dad, you will be used by someone. What I worry about is this."

Zhao Jiaren responded seriously: "Zhao Qian, as a person who formulates policies, he must have this awareness long ago. You pointed out the general direction. For example, you just mentioned the matter of Li Cunxiao, and you said that Li Cunxiao must have made a lot of money for himself. If you have an official position, there will be officials who use the official position to gain benefits. But you continue to say that Li Cunxiao does not oppose land policies, but there may be problems in the implementation process. If you say this, you will understand the difference between policy and implementation..."

Zhao Qian only felt his hair standing up all over his body. When his father opened his words, Zhao Qian had always felt that he had seen it but couldn't grasp the key points. He used to think that only good people and good officials could execute the right things. This is also the reason why literati and civil servants said. But his father Zhao Jiaren would never say that.

At this time, Zhao Qian opened a crack in the door and saw his father's sincerity through the crack in the door.
Chapter completed!