Zhao Ning slept until dawn and woke up feeling refreshed.

As soon as I arrived at Wende Hall, Wang Huaiji reported a bunch of memorials.

Officials in the Song Dynasty liked to write notes.

The document that local officials report to the governors of the political hall is called Tang Zazi.

The memorials sent directly to the emperor by local officials were called memorials.

"Guan Jia, this is the memorial sent by the local government during this period."

"Put it there."

Wang Huaiji placed the memorial on the imperial desk.

After a while, the internal manager Song Shuyuan came.

"Your Majesty." She handed over a document, "This is the latest list of town officials."

Zhao Ning looked at the list of town supervisors first, because town supervisors, as grassroots officials, would play an extremely important role in the rollout of the new policy of handing banknotes to the countryside.

At present, almost all roads in the north are filled with supervisory officials.

There were 1,234 counties in the Song Dynasty. According to the allocation of supervisory and town officials, each county was allocated three to five.

Calculated as four on average, the full configuration is 4936.

Theoretically speaking, spreading them all will definitely lead to further redundancy of officials.

However, many town supervisors are directly assigned to their posts from local grassroots officials.

Some are selected from universities.

This is a stopgap measure for now.

"Has all the quotas for Jinghu North Road written here been arranged?" Zhao Ning asked.

Song Shuyuan said: "Reporting to your Majesty, in order to cooperate with the imperial court to open up wasteland, everything has been arranged."

Zhao Ning couldn't help but nod. He was quite surprised. Song Shuyuan worked very carefully and conscientiously. She handled such complicated matters just right.

"Where is Huaidong?"

"Half of Huaidong's staff have already taken office."

"I heard from Mr. Qin that millions of dollars of banknotes have been handed down to the countryside. Do these town supervisors encounter problems when cooperating with local banks in lending?"

"It's not a big problem."

"If two thousand town supervisors are needed to take office in the next two years, will there be a talent reserve?"

Why do officials still need so much money?

Song Shuyuan was a little surprised, but she still said: "The problem is not big. At present, the new schools in all four capitals have been successfully established."

"Okay, you have to do a good job in the evaluation of the town supervisor."

"yes."

Zhao Ning glanced at the memorials on the table and said, "Come, Shuyuan, help me read these memorials."

"Your Majesty, this is a memorial. If I read it without permission, I might do something wrong."

"There's nothing wrong with it. It's just clichés from some officials in the south. I just want to hear what their attitude is."

Zhao Ning walked to the map and began to draw on the map with his fingers.

He first saw Liaodong, then the Hengshan area in the northwest, then Taiyuan Prefecture and Hebei, and finally reached various roads in the south.

Song Shuyuan, on the other hand, began to write a memorial letter.

Song Shuyuan's voice was very gentle, like the spring breeze in March. It was a pleasure for her to read the memorial notes.

Zhao Ning's attention was on the map.

But he still listens from time to time.

After Song Shuyuan read more than twenty letters, a sneer appeared on his face.

This memorial is not only about the tax exemption in the south, but also about accusing Zhao Guan's family of killing people in Xiangyang Mansion and Jiangling Mansion.

Song Shuyuan seemed to notice something was wrong and stopped.

Zhao Ning turned around and looked at her and said, "Keep reading."

Song Shuyuan said: "These are all lies..."

Zhao Ningfeng said calmly: "Don't make decisions easily, listen to what others have to say."

Song Shuyuan continued to read.

The sources of this memorial are extensive.

Yan Qi, the Jingdong East Road transshipment envoy, and Chen Bangguang, the Jiangnan East Road transshipment envoy, were both crying for poverty, which meant a truce.

After Song Shuyuan finished reading, Zhao Ning stood in front of the map and thought for a long time. He said: "Shuyuan, you go down first."

Song Shuyuan glanced at Zhao Guan's house, and a trace of worry flashed in her autumn-like eyes.

"I excuse myself."

"Go and send the message to the Prime Minister to see me."

At this time, Qin Hui happened to come to see Zongze.

"The Prime Minister of Qin is here, and I am waiting for you from afar." Zongze has a white beard and white hair, and a tall and straight figure. Even though he is seventy years old, he still looks full of energy.

"I don't dare. It's the junior who came here uninvited. Please forgive me, Mr. Zong."

"Please come inside."

After making tea, Zongze asked straight to the point: "I don't know what's wrong with Mr. Qin?"

Qin Hui sighed and said: "This junior encountered some problems. He was tossing and turning, feeling depressed and not knowing how to resolve them, so he rashly came to ask for help from the Pope."

"I only know how to march and fight. I don't know how to govern a country. I'm afraid I will disappoint Mr. Qin."

"It's just about marching and fighting."

"oh?"

"The Battle of Taiyuan and the Battle of Liaodong shattered the peace between the Song and Jin Dynasties. Both sides fought in Hebei, and a war was about to begin. However, the treasury now has no extra money to support it. This is what the younger generation is worried about."

Zongze nodded and said: "I admire the Prime Minister of Qin who cares about the country and the people, but if the gold thieves want to fight, hundreds of thousands of passionate men on the border of the Song Dynasty are ready to die for the country at any time and will never let the gold thieves go south.

Half a step!”

"Must we fight?" Qin Hui asked.

"What does Qin Xianggong mean?"

"Mr. Zong doesn't know that people in the south are talking about how difficult the people's livelihood is. His Majesty's murders in Xiangyang and Jiangling have aroused complaints from all walks of life in the south. If war breaks out on the northern front at this time, it will be very difficult for our country to

unfavorable."

"Then what good idea does Mr. Qin have?"

"This is why I came to ask you for advice."

Although Zongze does not play politics, he knows Qin Hui's purpose.

Qin Hui's tone was obviously to test him.

As the deputy military and political envoy, Zongze fought against the Jin Dynasty in the first year of Jingkang and the second year of Jingkang. His prestige was higher than that of Li Gang, and the Zhao family respected him very much.

His opinions and attitudes had a great influence on Zhao Guan's family.

Zongze said: "The gold thieves slaughtered my people. If they still want to fight, there is no reason for us to give in. People's livelihood in the south is very difficult, but official households and ordinary households may not have money! Now is the time when the country needs them!"

Just as Zongze finished speaking, a voice came from outside.

Wang Huaiji arrived: "Mr. Zong, your Majesty has invited me."

Qin Hui's heart moved. After His Majesty returned, he had not even met the ministers yet. What was the purpose of inviting Zongze into the palace at this time?

Zongze stood up and clasped his fists: "I will enter the palace after changing my clothes."

"Mr. Qin, I will see you off not far away."

Qin Hui saluted and left the clan mansion.

Zhao Ning was still looking at the map in Wende Palace, doing calculations.

"The official family, Mr. Zong is outside."

"Come in quickly."

Zongze strode in: "I see your Majesty."

"No need to be polite, come on, come this way."

For some reason, Zhao Ning felt more at ease after seeing Zong Ze.

He pointed at the map and said: "Fuzhou has been obtained. I plan to add another 300,000 soldiers and civilians to Liaodong to check and balance the gold thieves. Then I will order Wu Jie to prepare in Taiyuan to conspire to seize Daizhou and Fugu. What do you think?
To be continued...