He did not move to serve as the Minister of Works. This was an amazing position. From the first rank, if the standing rank could stand at the forefront of Zheng Lang. But don’t take it seriously, the six ministers of the Song Dynasty had already taken the same position as the title and official, and only had an empty name. Occasionally, in order to show his favor to an official, he would give him the position of the Minister of the Shangshu, which was not as powerful as the third rank Kaifeng prefect.

Jishan was very conscious and did not go to the morning court. He could not go to the morning court, and he could not go to the right place. He was not the turn of him to speak. The main reason was that he could not understand the dynamics of the Song Dynasty, but he was also listening. It was not until the death of the Mawu case that he suddenly realized that the Song Dynasty and Xixia were in a virtuous manner, and he had a fight. This was the first time he visited the ministers of the Song Dynasty. At least he had to thank Zheng Lang. If Zheng Lang had not arranged it, he would not have been able to escape with his entire clan. He would probably not have the family to escape from Xixia.

Zheng Lang didn't know the inside story, but when he saw Wuyi Jishan sang a bow and returned the bow and said, "I have seen Wuyi Shangshu, please sit down."

Without moving, Jishan was not sitting, and shouted at the inner hall: "Maike, come out and thank Mr. Zheng."

In other words, a young woman came out without a name that had been moved.

Zheng Lang was curious and glanced at him.

Zhao Zhen wanted to see Wu Yishi, most of whom was like Zheng Lang, with a gossip. What exactly would make Yuan Hao fascinated and make Brother Ning Ling kill his father?

He was not old, and he was seventeen or eighteen years old, and his skin was not too white, but it was very smooth, like a pair of exquisite silk, slightly dotted with two plateau red flowers, but not like other girls in the northwest. The plateau red is very obvious and shallow, like applying two bits of cheek fat, which made his beautiful face more charming. A pair of big eyes were bright and bright, and his black hair was as silk as silk. It was not as charming as Zheng Lang imagined. It was bright and bright.

Even the beautiful Choi Xian stood with her, she was slightly inferior.

He is a rare beauty. Zheng Lang has seen many beautiful women, but no one is as good as his appearance.

The beauty of not moving Maike actually made Zheng Lang a little confused. However, Zheng Lang soon realized that everyone loved beauty. A woman who was so beautiful would definitely attract men's attention, but it also proved Zheng Lang's judgment. She was very beautiful, otherwise Yuanhao and his son would not be fascinated by it, but Zheng Lang would have chosen it, and had beauty to let him miss the serious matters. I am afraid that it would not be possible for him to do so. The main reason for this is that Li Yuanhao. Since the Battle of Hequ, the weak Xixia defeated the powerful Khitan army with the weak Xixia. He was satisfied and began to degenerate and became addicted to wine and sex, so he fell in love with this woman.

Cui Xian was a little dissatisfied and walked over and pinched Zheng Lang's leg in secret.

Zheng Lang shook his head, implying that it was not what you thought.

The other party is the former Empress of Xixia, and Zhao Zhen cannot touch it. He cannot touch it either. If he touches it, he will cause a lot of trouble. Why bother!

Both husband and wife are wise people, and their small movements are extremely secretive, and the father and daughter are not noticed.

Before moving to her, in August, the weather was not cold yet. She wore a thin green autumn dress and had a graceful figure. Wanwan gave a blessing and said, "The little woman thanked Mr. Zheng for help."

The sound is very nice, although it has a strong northwest accent. It is like a little bird singing.

"No, please sit down."

The father and daughter sat down, and Zheng Lang asked the Unreilui clan: "Meng Lang asked Unreilui's wife, do you like Brother Ning Ling now?"

At this time, his expression completely returned to normal. Cui Xian expressed his appreciation and gently stroked his back with his hands. It was not easy. Facing such a stunning look, it was rare to quickly achieve normal expressions.

The father and daughter were stunned and didn't know why Zheng Lang came to ask.

Zheng Lang slowly explained: "Mr. Ning Ling became an important chess piece of the Khitan in the Khitans. He heard that his wife had not moved to our court, so he would ask the Khitan to ask us for it, so I'll ask."

The father and daughter were relieved, and did not express their opinion about this, Wuyishan looked at her daughter. Wuyi replied: "Mr. Zheng, I don't like him."

It turned out that she had a good impression of her. Ning Ling Ge was her real husband. Although she looked a little more ferocious, she actually killed her father that night. She could be angry for the beauty, but the hero simply did it. Then Yuan Hao shouted loudly, and Yuan Hao, who was seriously injured, actually pulled Ning Ling Ge away. How could Wuyi like such a person? Besides, she saw the prosperity of the Song Dynasty with her own eyes, so how could she be willing to go to the same poor Khitan? Even her own tribe members settled in a valley with abundant water and grass at the junction of Qinzhou and Weizhou. Since then, she no longer feared the shadow of war over her head all day long. When she saw that valley, many tribesmen cried, not because of sadness, but because of joy.

Most of the situation caused by Zheng Lang was caused. After two attacks, the Xixia tribes from Lingzhou to Douling were the most harmful.

Wu Yi Jishan's eyes appeared worried and asked, "Will the court hand us over to the Khitan?"

It's really hard to say, because of the Khitan's force, even this little prime minister would be forced into the Khitan and almost never came back.

"It depends on you. If you don't want to go, I will find a way for you. If you are willing to go, even if we stop you, we will not be able to stop you." Zheng Lang replied lightly.

How well said.

Actually it's not the case.

However, Jishan didn't know that he had not moved, and said thankfully: "Thank you, Mr. Zheng."

"No need to thank you. You are the one who wakes up in time and can only help us. Our court has also intervened in the Xixia incident, but the goal is not to target you, but Brother Ning Ling."

"Brother Ning Ling?"

"Brother Ning Ling was sent by our dynasty to rescue him secretly. That night, Mozang Epang planned to take Brother Ning Ling back to his mansion, and then he was openly borrowed Yuanhao's order to kill him, so that Liangzuo could naturally inherit the throne. But halfway through, our dynasty sent someone to ambush Mozang Epang's subordinates and rescue Brother Ning Ling. The secret of this matter should not be disclosed." Zheng Lang said. Unremoved father and daughter will be of great use in the future, but if you want to use them, you have to convince them and be willing to use it for the Song Dynasty. And Brother Ning Ling's matter is leaked sooner or later, even if it is not leaked, there will be some rumors. If you don't move, Jishan will most likely be unhappy. It would be better to reveal the truth to him earlier.

"How could it be... wrong? How did the court know such a secret matter?"

"What's the secret? Yuan Hao favors Ling's daughter and neglects the Wei Zang family. As the prince, Liang Zuo is just a prince of unknown origin. Yuan Hao himself is incompetent and handed over the country's affairs to Wu Zang Epang. It's rare to have a chance. You say Wu Zang Epang will not have any good intentions. Based on clues, such as Wu Zang Epang deliberately takes Ning Ling to the palace to pay homage to Yuan Hao, but through the inside line, Ning Ling meets Ling's daughter to stimulate Ning Ling. You can know whether he will take action. Or on the Lantern Festival night, he intentionally gets Yuan Hao half drunk, and mobilizes some guards to go to the palace for no reason, so he can analyze whether he will take action. It's not too difficult, but you are in the game and can't see clearly."

Even if he explained, it was so magical that it made Wuyi's father and daughter dumbfounded. After a while, Wuyi Jishan asked: "Brother Ning Ling went to Khitan and was sent by the imperial court to secretly?"

"good."

"Why give it to the Khitan?"

"I have analyzed that Brother Ning Ling is a reckless man. Although he is young, he is almost twenty years old. Emperor Taizong of Tang had a world of love when he was in his teens. Although there were latecomers, such as Zhou Chu, even in his twenties, he was a villain in the village and evil. He was not as chaotic as Brother Ning Ling. So between the Song and Liao dynasties, whoever got it would become a burden to him. So I gave it to the Khitan and let them fight. I am a minister of the Song Dynasty. Naturally, I think about the court." He said it in a hurry, only said it roughly, but the specific details were not disclosed.

"Zheng Xianggong is unparalleled in the world," Jishan really admired him this time.

Zheng Lang shook his head and said, "Well, the court is discussing the Yellow River affairs, so I am helpless. I can't even solve this, so what qualifications do I have to talk about wisdom?"

He was talking about his inner thoughts, how many golden fingers could he open in his stomach, and he carried a hard drive to wear them. He didn't come up with a solution, and he talked about wisdom. However, he didn't move Jishan but thought he was modest.

Wuyi looked at Zheng Lang.

At first, she didn't think anything was wrong. In addition to being calm and handsome, she saw too many officials with ordinary appearance and demeanor, and even felt a little disappointed in her heart. But after a conversation, she heard Zheng Langxin pointing out his fingers to the wisdom and style of the country, and suddenly she was moved. A red cloud flew out of her beautiful face, and a touch of red color made her look as beautiful as a flower. The flowers also need to be taken care of carefully. If they were captured by the Khitan like a slave, the flower would wither quickly.

Zheng Lang didn't pay attention.

I was very curious about her appearance. It would be fine if I saw her, but it was similar to what he imagined. She was very beautiful and was not a monster. A gentleman should not look at her inappropriately, and it would be inconvenient to see her more.

Zheng Lang always spoke very gently. He was brave enough to strengthen his courage and said stutteringly: "Mr. Zheng..."

"What's the matter?"

"It's been more than ten days since I came to the capital. When I heard about you, I think, I want to..."

"I haven't transferred the Secretary to the House. If you have something to do, it's okay. If you can agree, I will agree, and if you can't agree, I won't agree."

"I heard about Ping'an Prison, and I happened to have some money in my hand. Can I join Ping'an Prison?" Wuyi Jishan said with courage. The wars in Xixia have been frequent in recent years, and the people have lived a hard life. Although Wuyi tribe approached the Song Dynasty, some people earned a batch of money by smuggling, but they were quickly exploited by the state.

Wuyi Jishan had a batch of money in his hand, not earned by his clan members, but Yuan Hao gave Wuyi a lot of treasures to Wuyi. When he arrived at Tiandu Mountain Palace, Wuyi Jishan planned to escape, and secretly plundered a batch of wealth. The amount was not very large, but the value was about 100,000 yuan.

When he came to the capital, he was a minister and was only an official, but he had a lot of salary a year, so it was enough to support his family. The money he had in his hands was useless at home. He was not familiar with the Song Dynasty, and the Ming Dynasty of the Song Dynasty also opposed officials doing business and did not dare. It would be better to invest this batch of wealth in Ping An Supervision, so that he could still produce some wealth in a year, and not expect them to make a fortune. He could use this batch of money to take care of the tribe members who remained in Qinzhou and fulfill the responsibilities of the clan leader.

But it really made Zheng Lang embarrassed.

It was a good thing that the father and daughter of Jishan put money into Ping'an Prison without moving, and would make him more closely related to the Song Dynasty.

But Ping An Supervision and Contract Stock will not increase again.

There are 50% of the shares, which are for staying to prepare for future banks. This year will be difficult, and next year will be better. Many troops will be cut down one after another, and the court's finances will have more surplus next year. But the country's black hole is too big. The future is still a turbulent autumn. If the south does not move, it will be aborted. Zheng Lang will not be like in history. Although Di Qing won a great victory at Kunlun Pass, he left many tails and did not figure it out, so many rebellions occurred one after another. It is OK to figure it out, the scale of the war will last for a long time and the funds will be used. There is also the Yellow River, which has no good strategies to cure disasters and will continue.

Having been learning from Wang Anshi and preparing to store more than 70 to 80 million wealth for the country, the court had the financial resources and confidence to fight the Western Xia. However, today Zheng Lang found it difficult to find that he had to face a serious multiple-choice question. If he had this money, should it be used to wipe out the Western Xia or to completely transform the Yellow River water conservancy project. Lefu shrouding water to wash sand and draining downstream is the best strategy to control the Yellow River. However, if Zheng Lang used this strategy, it would be even more difficult. Lefu was built again on the water project of his predecessors, and the Grand Canal of the Yuan Dynasty. Even so, he used a lot of funds and labor, and tens of millions of taels of silver in more than ten years. At that time, the Qing Dynasty had less than 20 million taels of tax per year, so he barely achieved results. The water of the Yellow River was clearing, but it was still far from what Lefu and Chen Huang expected.

Thinking of Le Fu and Chen Huang, Zheng Lang thought of another person, Yu Chenglong, the Qing official. There are three elements of the river management of Le Fu. First, it is to rush the sand, and second, it is to lift the rivers in the lower reaches of the Yellow River. It is necessary to release the flood quickly when necessary. Third, prepare many flood discharge areas in the middle reaches just in case. When the water is huge, it will release water to reduce the water killing. One year, the Yellow River is flooded, and Le Fu will break the dike and release the flood. Many people live in the flood discharge area. The people can withdraw, but they must affect the crops. The people disagree, so Yu Chenglong blocked Le Fu. Seeing that the water of the Yellow River is rising higher and higher, he was anxious and sent someone to force Yu Chenglong to pull away. Yu Chenglong wants to jump into the Yellow River. He is still crying at my people.

Le Fu was stunned. In order to do things, he was flexible and flexible. He had been making countless money over the years and was also stained with black. If Yu Chenglong, a famous national polite official, was forced to death, it would be a small matter. It would be possible to confiscate the family and exterminate the clan. Then he stared blankly at Yu Chenglong's death. As a result, the water of the Yellow River rose higher and higher. As the most important think tank for river management, Chen Huang saw that it was not good and said, "Let the water go."

It was too late, the Yellow River collapsed the embankment, and several flood control channels projects nearing completion in the lower reaches were washed away, and countless people were killed and injured. Chen Huang saw that more than ten years of hard work were destroyed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his head was white overnight!

If you don’t do it, just do it, there will be more honest officials like Jackie Chan in the Song Dynasty. If you don’t do it well, it will be a huge trouble.

He thought a little far away, even the bank, and he also felt that it was very far away. However, these 50% of the stocks were his bottom line, and no matter how high the price was, no matter how high the price was, he would not sell it.

Don't know how to answer.

At this moment, the concierge came in and reported: "Mr. Zhang, come to see you."

Zhang Fangping came, Zheng Lang ordered the doorman to open the middle door, and he was about to leave to greet him. Suddenly, he saw that Wuyi made a strange move, took out the silence, and covered it on his face again.

Zheng Lang stopped in amazement.

In fact, he did not give Jishan the order to take down Luo Lian from the Zheng family to show respect for Zheng Lang. He also had another intention. There was a mess outside. He didn’t know whether to call his daughter a beauty or a monster. The more he spread it, the more evil he became.

If your daughter meets Zheng Lang’s wives and concubines, and sees her true face, when these ladies gather, the Zheng family’s wives and concubines will give their daughter a fair statement. Maybe they can find a good family because of this.

Zhang Fangping is different...

For the time being, Zheng Lang did not understand some of the inexplicable arrangements that he had not moved. He paused and went out to welcome Zhang Fangping into the living room.

Zhang Fangping also saw that his father and daughter were not moved, so Zheng Lang introduced it.

Wuhuan Jishan heard the death case and was very conscious and said goodbye with his daughter. Zhang Fangping stared at the backs of the father and daughter, and Zheng Lang explained: "The reason why they were able to escape to our court was that I made some arrangements and they came to thank him."

Zhang Fangping explained his doubts and said, "Xingzhi, I have come here to say goodbye."

"Don't worry."

"You don't have to worry about your efforts," Zhang Fangping shook his head. Yanchen took out Zhang Sheng. In fact, Zhang Sheng was the official of the Censor, who was a clerk, and was not a real Censor. He was not only a clerk. He was not only a clerk, but also a promotion. But Wu Yu and others did not pick up Yang Yi, and there were more people who had Xu Huaide, and it was useless. He was self-conscious that he did not have many connections, but he was not able to reach this case, so he simply did not make any efforts. Zhang Fangping did not move. If Zheng Lang could not pick him up, who could make it? But after a long time, Zhang Fangping finally lost confidence. He was not Xia Shu, and he was too greedy for the powerful. After so long, Zheng Lang had no way to solve the problem. Why bother Zheng Lang? Moreover, he was delayed in the capital for a long time and did not take up his post. He felt very ugly. He simply came to say goodbye and prepared to go to Chuzhou.

"Brother Andao, don't worry."

"You don't have to worry about knowing," Zhang Fangping smiled freely. Since his youth, he has regarded Zhuge Liang and Xie An as idols. He is a heroic person. This time he was demoted for no reason. At first, he was a little overwhelmed. Once he thought about it, he didn't mind, but instead advised Zheng Lang.

Zheng Lang smiled bitterly and said, "Brother An Dao, you and I may not pay attention to fame and fortune. I am not impatient for your career, but for the sake of the country. I want to do something and must keep you in the capital. Not keep you for you, but for the country."

Just one sentence, Zhang Fangping hesitated. After the Fanlou Banquet, he knew how big Zheng Lang’s goal was. He really needed a lot of helpers to realize his ideals one by one and make the Song Dynasty go on a strong road. He hesitated for a while and said, "But I can't do it if I make me nostalgic for power."

Zheng Lang didn't know how to persuade him, and he really didn't come up with a good idea. Just like he didn't know how to answer, but he didn't know how to move Jishan, he suddenly had an idea and said, "Brother An Dao, you use tea first, let me think about it."

Zhang Fangping didn't dare to speak, so he wouldn't care too much about fame, but it would probably be difficult to let him regard fame as dirt. If Zheng Lang had a way to not leave the capital, why not do it? Looking at Zheng Lang steadily. Zheng Lang thought for a long time and said, "Brother An Dao, we can do a big vote."

Zhang Fangping's face was full of darkness. Could you ask me to be a bandit? Or would you kidnap the emperor and ask him to issue an edict to retract the original edict?

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