Chapter 62 The Policy Theory of the Song Supervisory Academy
For a whole afternoon, Zhao Ran couldn't calm down and complete his strategy. There were always various seemingly ordinary and ordinary temple blessings and even the three capitals of the county hospital and the prison hospital, performed in front of his house.
All kinds of weird farce.
When Zhao Ran arranged the numbers of these various people to Geng 2, he finally gave up the intention of writing. Holding the tea cup, he moved the chair to the door of the room and concentrated on welcoming the visitors from all walks of life, spanking and chatting.
, spent a leisurely afternoon and continued into the night.
When he felt better and it was finally quiet in the night, Zhao Ran closed the door, lit the oil lamp, spread out the paper, rubbed ink with an inkstone, and transcribed the draft in his mind on the paper.
It contains more than two thousand words, written in small regular script, and cut into a thin booklet, which looks beautiful and generous.
Satisfied, Zhao Ran rubbed his wrists and his somewhat numb face, opened the door, and habitually walked around the courtyards of the Department to relax and loosen his muscles.
Almost all the rooms were lit up, and behind the shadows in the windows were blurry figures writing furiously. The bustle of guests coming and going during the day was like a dream, and it was only now that things returned to normal.
After walking around for a while, Zhao Ran returned to the room comfortably and had a good sleep. The next morning, life seemed to be back to the same state as the previous day. Zhao Ran continued to sit in the room and meet the guests. When he met Geng 3,
, he felt that something was wrong.
Why are there so many people who come to visit me with the intention of "stealing experience"? Is it possible that I have already been famous for a long time without knowing it?
I made some inquiries about Miao Miao Geng 3, and it turned out that "recently there are rumors that Zhao Miao Zhu has excellent writing skills, gushing ideas, wonderful ideas, and the article is worth reading." Boosted by this rumor, Zhao Miao Zhu is famous throughout the province.
It has opened up a good reputation among colleagues.
Zhao Ran was puzzled and asked where this rumor came from, but Miao Zhugeng3 couldn't answer and just said, "I heard what they said."
I vaguely feel that something is wrong, but I can't explain why. Thinking about it carefully, if your literary name spreads, it may not be a good thing. At least it can provide a reason for the people above to promote you, right?
After receiving too many visitors from all over the house, Zhao Ran felt bored, so he closed the door and went out for a walk.
The first person to arrive was Song Zhiyuan's house. He knocked on the door and walked in to see that Song Zhiyuan was immersed in thought in front of a desk.
"How is your writing going, senior brother?" Zhao Ran walked over and asked.
Song Zhiyuan handed a thick pile of written manuscripts piled beside the table to Zhao Ran, leaning on the back of the chair and rubbing his forehead.
The manuscript was half written, about a thousand words long. Zhao Ran read it quickly and thought that this senior fellow from the prison was really attentive.
In Song Zhiyuan's policy, he put forward his own evangelistic ideas for the entire Songfanwei area, including the three Hongyuan tribes. His ideas were still biased towards stability and pragmatism, that is, not to change the current situation first, and to establish a new Taoist palace.
It took three years to consolidate and straighten out the relationship between various Taoist temples, and establish a three-level system of Taoist palaces, Taoist temples, and Taoist temples. After consolidation, we can then plan for the future.
The response to the three tribes of Hongyuan was to respect the original agreement and retain the autonomy of the three tribes. It also took three years to clean up the Buddhist temples and build Taoist temples and Taoist temples.
Very ordinary but very solemn.
After these two countermeasures, there is a detailed discussion on how to do it.
The strategy has been written here, and the rest has not yet been completed.
Zhao Ran asked: "Brother from the prison, how do you plan to write it later?"
Song Zhiyuan rubbed the corners of his eyes and said, "I haven't thought about what to do in three years. It's so difficult..."
Zhao Ran said: "Brother from the Supervisory Academy, do you want to go to Abbot Songfanwei to preach?"
Song Zhiyuan shook his head: "One thing is impossible. In six years, I have been promoted from the Inspector of Wujiyuan to the Supervisor of Yuyang Palace. It is really shocking. If I go to Songfan Guard again, I will be equivalent to the three capitals of Xuanyuan Temple.
There is no benefit at all at such a high level. Let’s not say whether Supervisor Li will do this. Even if he does, senior brother, I will try my best to resign."
"On the other hand, I don't want to go. Now I am also fifty. I know my destiny at fifty, and I know my talents. I have done my best in the First County Supervisor, let alone others. Now I am in the First Palace Supervisor.
I have only been working for two months, but I feel that my energy is not as good as before, let alone going to a place as chaotic as Songfan. If I really go to Songfan, I may lose countless years of my life."
It seems that this senior fellow from the prison is very self-aware and knows the way forward and retreat. Zhao Ran admires this kind of person very much.
After thinking for a while, Zhao Ran said: "If this is what you think, senior brother, I suggest you not to write down this policy paper."
Song Zhiyuan smiled and said: "You clever guy, you are just as I thought. This is where I am in trouble. If you write too much and finish writing, you will get a headache... Anyway, just stop writing and feel more relaxed."
"Well, I thought we don't need to write "Senior Brother" at the end, but we need to add some at the front."
"oh?"
"I suggest that senior brother add some text about integrating evangelistic matters in the Songfan area and raising the level of standards. We should emphasize its inevitability and analyze the significance of doing so."
Song Zhiyuan asked doubtfully: "Isn't this already agreed upon? The superiors are already in urgent contact with Zongguan, and there is a good chance that it will be achieved. What's the use of writing it down?"
Zhao Ran said: "But there is also a lack of theoretical basis from above. Li Supervisor has indeed begun to do this, but he needs someone to wave the flag and shout for the implementation of this measure to unify his thinking, unite people, get rid of noise, and pave the way. Senior brother should stand up
, hold up this banner for Supervisor Li and stand firmly by Supervisor Li’s side..."
The key point in Zhao Ran's words was the last sentence. Song Zhiyuan came to his senses after thinking for a moment, his expression became a little more solemn, and he nodded: "This is a very good suggestion. This is indeed what I should do to repay the favor of the prison."
So the two started discussing in the room. Regarding how to explain the meaning and necessity in theory, and how to blow the trumpet, Zhao Ran was an expert. As for finding the basis from the past experience and empirical evidence of Ming Dynasty politics and Taoist preaching, Song Zhiyuan was an expert.
Strengths.
After discussing it all morning, Song Zhiyuan finally clarified his thoughts and said: "Then you go back first. I will add the first half of the policy theory in the afternoon, and this text will be almost complete."
Zhao Ran said goodbye and went out. Song Zhiyuan suddenly remembered something and asked: "Do you have any mature ideas about how to preach in the Songfan area?"
Zhao Ran said: "I wanted to talk to my senior brother just now..."
Song Zhiyuan waved his hand: "Forget it, your idea is definitely a good one. You don't need to tell me. I don't have that idea. You can take care of it yourself. I will just concentrate on writing this policy paper."