Early the next morning, Fu Bi went to the palace to report the results of yesterday's test of words and deeds. Zhao Xin took the report submitted by Fu Bi and put it aside without even looking at it. He smiled and said: "Quan Cao
There is truth in this matter, so I can rest assured!"
Do you dare to believe Fu Bi?
Not to mention all the things the Duke in front of me has shown during this period.
Even if he was really just a two-year-old child, Fu Bi would not dare to take it lightly.
Because, behind this duke is the emperor of the dynasty and the official family!
So Fu Bi immediately stepped forward and reported: "Thanks to the Duke, the quality and performance evaluation of candidates this year have been greatly improved compared to previous years!"
"In the test of writing and writing, there were over a hundred winners, more than three hundred good ones, and less than a hundred people who failed to pass..."
Zhao Xin listened and nodded. He knew that this should be the proper meaning of the question.
After all, he, the Duke of Shou State, was particularly gracious and helped to remove one of the most uncontrollable factors in the selection of candidates: appearance.
Naturally, the performance will be greatly improved, which is also a reasonable thing.
And these people will have the label of 'disciples of Duke Shou' on their foreheads from now on.
This is what feudal society is like!
Human feelings are greater than etiquette and law, and etiquette and law are greater than system. Even the king has to recognize these unspoken rules.
Many things that are unacceptable and difficult for future generations to understand are now commonplace and even considered reasonable.
Apart from this, the capitalists of later generations would definitely be overjoyed if they came to the Northern Song Dynasty, because here, employees were not allowed to change jobs at will, but it was their right to withhold wages and even fire sick employees at will.
Of course, they also have to accept the reality that officials can manipulate and exploit them at will.
I listened to Fu Bi's report: "I have submitted the top three candidates for this personal speech and writing test to the Political Affairs Hall, and asked the prime ministers and ministers to do it!"
"Oh..." Zhao Xin listened and asked with a smile: "Which three people in Liu Neiquan will obtain the magical power of creation this year?"
In the Song Dynasty, ordinary people were selected, and they were promoted to the government by winning the Quancao test, and were eliminated by the chief executive. They were called Tao Zhu. The so-called Tao Zhu was made by divine power.
"Reporting to the Duke of the State, the three people appointed by Liu Neiquan to the government this year are Qi Enmin, the eunuch of Jiangning Prefecture, Ma Wenjun, the left manager of Yingtian Prefecture, and Fu Geng, who joined the army at the camp on Jingyuan Road!"
When Zhao Xin heard this, he knew clearly in his heart that this was another way of dividing pork that civil servants were good at.
You see, there is one for Jiangning Prefecture and one for Yingtian Prefecture. In order to take care of the edges, one is also allocated for Jingyuan Road.
So, Zhao Xin raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Fu Bi meaningfully.
Fu Bi hurriedly bowed and said: "A humble minister shall be punished by death!"
In front of this young holy king, he naturally knew that he could not hide it. If he could hide it, would he still be called a holy king?
He had no choice but to bow his head and beg for punishment honestly: "This is the old system. Although I have the intention, I am powerless. I can only choose and promote good officials as much as possible!"
This is something that can't be helped.
The inertia of tradition is so huge that he, the internal judge, is powerless and unable to change it at all.
If he changes rashly, I am afraid that if the officials in the three capitals make a fuss, he will have to go to the local prefectures and counties to deal with his crimes.
"Is Qi Enmin a descendant of Mr. Suiyang?" Zhao Xin suddenly asked.
Fu Bi lowered his head even lower: "Chen Wan died!"
Because choosing Qi Enmin was indeed his selfish intention. Who calls someone named Qi? Qi Tongwen’s Qi!
If you put this in the Spring and Autumn Period, they are the descendants of Confucius!
How dare your disciples, disciples, and grandsons refuse to provide for you?
But Zhao Xin did not pursue it, and just said: "I heard that Confucius said: The legacy of a gentleman will be killed in three generations. Mr. Suiyang's generation has not yet been born in three generations, so Qi Enmin should inherit the legacy of his ancestors!"
Mr. Suiyang, Qi Tongwen, was the Emperor Wenzong of the Song Dynasty!
Yingtianfu Academy, one of the four major academies in the Song Dynasty, was formerly called Suiyang Academy. It was established by Qi Tongwen, a scholar from Yingtianfu, and his teacher and brother-in-law Yang Ji.
This pair of masters and apprentices were obsessed with teaching and educating people throughout their lives, and their talents spread all over the world.
There were more than a dozen disciples educated by these masters and disciples or Confucian scholars who were supported by them and became prime ministers.
In today's court, there are not a few important ministers who graduated from Yingtianfu Academy or Suiyang Academy.
Famous ones like Fan Zhongyan and less famous ones like Wang Zhu, they are both fierce men.
Therefore, such a person will be treated politely even if he is alive, let alone dead?
Those who have died are living Bodhisattvas and will be enshrined.
Even Zhao Xin can only accept this kind of thing.
But I still gave Fu Bi a reminder to be a gentleman. After killing three generations, the next generation of the Qi family will have to rely on themselves, and they can no longer rely on this kind of relationship to become an official.
There is a Kong family in Qufu, and Zhao Guan's family is already very uncomfortable.
Who can stand the Qi family of Yingtian Mansion again?
As for Ma Wenjun of Daming Prefecture and Fu Geng of Jingyuan Road, Zhao Xin naturally stopped asking.
This point should be made in moderation.
If you are aggressive, it may be counterproductive and counterproductive.
Fu Bi then stood up and bowed, knowing that the Duke's words were not only addressed to him, but also to the people behind him.
"Okay..." Zhao Xin stood up and waved to Liu Yongnian: "I'm lonely, Liu Qing will give me some words of justice!"
Fu Bi then stood up quickly, bowed to Zhao Xin again and said goodbye.
Seeing Fu Bi disappear outside his palace, Zhao Xin suddenly laughed, then picked up the list of names that Fu Bi had just presented and put aside, and read it carefully.
"Fu Bi is indeed worthy of being a person who can be the prime minister in the future!"
"At such a young age, you are already well versed in the power of politics!"
Holding this list, Zhao Xin laughed.
Many of the people he named were among the winners on the list. Although they were all ranked in the middle or at the bottom, their ratings were quite high.
This is the person who does the work!
Going too far is not enough, and overcorrection is a taboo in orthodontic treatment.
After all, those who stand out will be shot!
Therefore, in fact, in the Song Dynasty, the way to truly care for your subordinates was not to promote them to a conspicuous place all at once, but to suppress them first or put them in an inconspicuous place and slowly cultivate them.
Putting down the list in his hand, Zhao Xin walked out of bed. To him, these current personnel arrangements were actually just made casually.
Zhao Xin, who has experienced a lifetime of failure, knows it very well.
Success in this life, in fact, does not depend on how many famous ministers in history or ministers who have proven their ability under him.
Because, in this world, there are only individuals who betray the class, but there is never a class that betrays the class itself.
Is Wang Anshi powerful enough?
But after all, he could not escape the limitations of his background and knowledge. His eyes and sight could only focus on that one-third of an acre of land, and could not look at the world or the future.
Even if Zhao Xin puts a new world in front of him, he can't accept it!
Fu Bi, Wen Yanbo, Han Qi, Ouyang Xiu, and Zeng Gongliang can't be said to be unintelligent, capable, and shrewd, right?
But in the end, they can only know about farmers, landlords, land, and taxes. Even though they know that there is something wrong with the world, they cannot rebel against their own origins, so they become conservatives and diehards.
Therefore, Zhao Xin already understood it in his previous life.
Famous scholars and wise ministers could not save the Song Dynasty.
Scholar-officials and Confucian ministers can't even do that.
Because the power of an individual is insignificant in the face of the general trend of history.
Only the strength of the collective and the country can resist the mighty wheel of history and avoid being crushed to pieces by the general trend and reduced to ashes.
And this collective must be a new class, not the old class.
Because the old class is bound to be conservative, will definitely protect their one-third acre of land, and will definitely protect their vested interests!
He threw the list of names sent by Fu Bi into the brazier and watched it being burned to ashes. Zhao Xin smiled slightly and said, "I have plenty of time in this life, so I can play with you slowly!"
So, he turned around and asked a eunuch in front of him: "When will Jingdong Road Inspector Gan Zhaoji return to Beijing?"
"It will probably take two days to report back to the Duke..."
"Oh..." Zhao Xin nodded: "After Gan Zhaoji returns to Beijing, he immediately orders him to come to Chunfang to listen to the matter!"
Compared to Liu Yongnian, Zhao Xin obviously trusts Gan Zhaoji more.
After all, the Liu family is also a group with vested interests.
It is very reliable now, but it may not be so in the future.
The emperor of the Song Dynasty, who had experienced a lifetime of ups and downs, had long been indifferent to the world.
He no longer believes in fairy tales, and only wants to believe in the power, wealth and power in his own hands.
So, he knew that nothing lasts forever.
The loyal ministers of today may not be the traitors of the future, and the traitors in the history books may not be the loyal hunting dogs beside the king.
Loyal, traitor, good and evil?
That's just what the ruling class wants the people it rules to know.
Therefore, there is a saying in later generations: History is written by the victors, and it is also said: The victors are not subject to any criticism!
