Wang Anshi took Ouyang Bian for a walk in the group shepherd's department, and the thick snow on the ground was creaking.

Wang Anshi couldn't help but smile as he watched Ouyang Bian jump and step on a small footprint on the snow.

Reading the books written by Ouyang Bian is like a dialogue with a great scholar. Only when you are with Ouyang Bian can you feel his innocence.

"Little monk, do you know what the wealth of the country you wrote means?"

Wang Anshi said in a gentle voice.

Ouyang Bian raised his head, his nose was slightly red. It was thought that it was because of the cold. He smiled and said, "Here's heresy?"

Wang Anshi laughed: "That's not true. There are many theories that can find examples in the policies of the state. Your theory is just to extract it, which is nothing."

Ouyang Bian stared at Wang Anshi with big black eyes.

Wang Anshi sighed: "The so-called gentleman does not speak of profit, but is just a deception of the world and stealing reputation.

Those who are not the so-called gentlemen in the veterinary class, they feast on their own, but they say that gentlemen do not speak of profit.

Officials do not compete with the people for profit. What is the people? It does not refer to those farmers, industry and commerce, but to scholars!"

Ouyang Bian lowered his head, so, is this why you want to reform?

You know that your reforms were to offend the literati and officials who were truly in power in the Song Dynasty.

You know that you are fighting against such a huge monster, even if you are supported by the Song Dynasty officials, you will be hard to fight against. Why do you have to resolutely join it?

Ouyang Bian was silent for a while and said, "Teacher, I didn't write this book to make a name for you. Actually, I wrote this book for you."

Wang Anshi was stunned: "Why?"

Ouyang Bian raised his head and looked at the obscure sun in the sky, and said softly: "Do you still remember that I told you that ancestors are not worthy of law, and the way of heaven is not worthy of fear?"

Wang Anshi nodded.

Ouyang Bian grinned, and his front teeth disappeared at some point: "You want to reform like Fan Wenzheng!"

Wang Anshi's face changed drastically: "How did you know?"

Ouyang Bian smiled: "The Qingmiao method, the theory of salt capture."

Wang Anshi suddenly realized.

The Qingmiao Law was a policy he tried when he was in Yin County.

At that time, Wang Anshi officially announced this policy provision to the people of the county in the name of the county magistrate and listed the details.

When crops just emerge in spring, all farmers who urgently need production funds will apply to local local officials and the local officials in each township shall be in charge of the situation.

After verifying the actual situation of the farming land that the household cultivates, consider whether the amount applied for is in accordance with the actual situation and its future repayment capacity, put forward a preliminary opinion, and then report it to the county supervisor for approval.

The Qingmiao Law solved the problem of insufficient start-up funds for farmers during spring plowing, so that they did not have to bear usury. The government also made a lot of money because of this, which was a win-win situation.

The theory of salt capture also happened in Yin County.

Some people along the coast of Yin County had to salvage sea salt and sell it for their livelihood because they had no land for farming.

In order to monopolize the production of salt, some official salt farms have tried every means to stop these individual people from producing salt.

But these people have no way out of life, so they are constantly banned.

In fact, the so-called official salt farm at that time was controlled by a very small number of wealthy businessmen. Behind them were local bureaucrats as the backstage, colluding with officials and businessmen, officials became rich by bribery, and businessmen became rich by supporting officials.

Mutual assistance and mutual benefit, and in harmony. In order to protect the interests of large salt merchants and local officials, the transfer office in charge of this work issued this document.

Wang Anshi angrily wrote a letter, which is called the "Letter of the Consul Sun Sijian". Although Wang Anshi was full of righteous indignation, the result was in vain.

After Ouyang Bian said these two things, Wang Anshi understood Ouyang Bian's reasoning.

Wang Anshi sighed and said, "It's too difficult for the people. If it doesn't change, it won't work. If it doesn't change, it won't wait for the foreign enemy to invade, and they will change the people. Then the biggest disaster will be the biggest disaster!"

Ouyang Bian nodded: "You want to reform. Although I am not here to be determined, I will do my best to provide you with some new perspectives, such as this time the theory of rich country."

Wang Anshi recalled the contents of the Theory of Rich Country, nodded vigorously, and sighed: "It is indeed helpful to help me clarify a lot of ideas. I originally accepted you as my disciple to teach you something, but I didn't expect that I learned more from you."

Ouyang Bian smiled and said, "Teaching and learning are mutual. These are not my teachings, but just some of my practical experience."

Wang Anshi touched Ouyang Bian's head and smiled: "Mr. Bao is right. Don't say these philanthropists, your ability is here, don't be too modest."

Ouyang Bian grinned, but then covered his mouth, and he suddenly remembered that his front teeth had fallen in the morning.

Wang Anshi laughed.

Ouyang Bian was a little worried, and his front teeth were a little leaking.

"So, teacher, just keep this book for a while. As for whether to publish it, you can just do it. It is not very important to me for praise or criticism. After all, I am still a child, and everyone will smile at the words of children."

Ouyang Bian smiled.

Ouyang Bian smiled relaxed, but Wang Anshi thought more. He couldn't make a decision on this matter himself, so he had to find someone to discuss it.

Ouyang Bian returned home in a carriage, but Wang Anshi couldn't sit still and walked to the History Museum.

Ouyang Bian handed over the manuscript and felt relaxed and relaxed, just like a writer who handed in the manuscript or a student who handed in the homework. He was excited.

I was so quiet that I felt moved that I immediately became interested in going for a walk.

It doesn't seem to be meaningless to go alone, so why not go to your house to find Sister Bizhu. Well, she seems to be in a bad mood and just stay with her. I don't know what my mother scolds her... Oh, no, the wintersweet hasn't been broken yet.

Ouyang Bian quickly kicked the carriage, and the coachman quickly stopped the car, stretched his head in, looking flattering: "Silang, what are you asking?"

Ouyang Bian said anxiously: "Go back to the group's servants' department."

The coachman ummed twice and quickly turned around. The carriage ran away with a gurgling and rushed to the Qunmusi Department. Ouyang Bian picked up a few branches of beautiful wintersweets. He couldn't break the effort, so he could only ask the Qunmusi's disciples to help.

"Uncle, please help me fold it." Ouyang Bian pointed at the Hanmei and said.

"That's not true. Lord Bao likes wintersweet the most, you are not allowed to break it." Menzi warned sternly.

Ouyang Bian was confident: "That won't work. I used a one-handed word to exchange it with Lord Bao. If you don't believe it, go and ask Lord Bao!"

Menzi hesitated and said, "Take it serious?"

Ouyang Bian pointed to his nose: "I, Ouyang Bian, the son of Ouyang Xiu, Wang Anshi's disciple, and Lord Bao's family, can I lie to you?"

Wang Anshi, who happened to pass by the corridor and was about to go to the history museum, heard this and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Tsk, some people’s shamelessness is actually born.
Chapter completed!