"Mr., I have something to ask my teacher for my opinion. The latest and fastest thing is in Biquli.com." Sima Guang bent his body, looking particularly humble.

Wang Ning'an smiled faintly. The political meeting had just ended. After the inheritance tax and gift tax were passed, Sima Guang rushed over. He really didn't know what this high-level football player had to do!

In recent years, Sima Guang has also grown much older. He is two years older than Wang Anshi, and it is not easy to carry a heavy burden.

Wang Ning'an smiled faintly, "Junshi, although you and me are masters and apprentices, they are actually friends. In many places, you are my teacher!"

Sima Guang immediately shook his head, "A teacher for one day and a father for life. The disciples can have today all depend on their cultivation and support. The disciples are grateful and engraved in their hearts!"

Wang Ning'an smiled and said, "Jun Shi, with your talent, it is not difficult to sit in a high position and rule the world. Maybe I have delayed you!"

"Master said this, the disciple should really apologize for his death." Sima Guang stood up in a hurry and stood with his hands down.

Wang Ning'an reached out and asked him to sit down.

"Don't be so irritated, tell me, what's the matter?"

Sima Guang looked serious, "I had been thinking about writing history in my early years. Now I am old this year. I have worked in the Political Affairs Hall for more than ten years. I want to beg for bones and return to my hometown to write. What does the master think?"

After he finished speaking, he just stared at Wang Ning'an, his eyes very bright.

Wang Ning'an pondered for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Jun Shi, what did you say! Su Zirong's term will come next year. Whether to continue to be the prime minister or leave it to others is worth pondering!"

As soon as these words were said, even Sima Guang would be thumping his heart.

He can't stop jumping!

Next year is the tenth year of peace and Su Song has served as the prime minister for five years. Wherever he goes, all parties are eyeing him.

In contrast, Sima Guang is more eager. At his age, if he cannot get promoted, it will be almost the same. It would be a bad feeling to be a ten thousand-year-old second child. Who doesn’t want to become a regular person?

This time he came over quickly, and it was not without the intention of retreating to advance.

But unexpectedly, the master actually mentioned it on his own initiative, which made Sima Guang very excited, but he was also a little worried. It is hard to say whether it belongs to him or to test it for a fake...

"Master, Su Xiang is very good at dealing with him. He is more suitable than his disciples!"

"Hahaha, Junshi, you are not sincere! How can Su Song's talent be comparable to you?"

Sima Guang immediately said: "Master, my disciple manages finances for the court in his early years and has had too many contacts with those bank personnel. To this day, they regard their disciples as agents of the financial group... The Disciple Committee is exhausted and difficult to support, so I... "

He also wanted to say that Wang Ning'an reached out to stop him.

"Junshi, don't care what others think. The barrier is you. Which side do you have to stand on! A person's heart determines loyalty and treacherousness. As long as his heart is not wrong, you don't have to be afraid! Not only for his teacher, but also for all the people in the world, everyone is watching and knowing it in their hearts!"

Sima Guang's face turned slightly red and he was very moved.

"Master said this, so I will be afraid of anything! Please rest assured that this time, the disciples will do a good job in implementing inheritance tax and gift tax."

Wang Ning'an nodded, Sima Guang said goodbye and left, and sent it outside before Wang Ning'an returned.

As a result, as soon as he came back, there were two more people in the study.

One of them was winking and kept moving back, while the other was smiling with his lips pursed, unable to hold it in. These two were Gou Yaer and Xiao Xiao.

Wang Ning'an snorted at his eldest son, too lazy to say anything about him.

"Tell me, what about Sima Junshi?"

Xiao Teng pointed to his nose, confirmed that he was asking him, and quickly smiled and said, "Senior Brother Junshi is of course good. No matter how many difficulties he has, he always puts his father first."

"Why didn't I see it!" Gou Ya'er spoke, "Although I've been in the Western Regions in the past few years, I have also heard that Sima Guang stopped him and the stamp duty was delayed for only two years. Otherwise, the financial market alone would be able to increase the tax by 10 million, which would be great if it was used to fight!"

"Shut up!" Wang Ning'an slammed the table in anger, "If you are afraid that I will see you, you will hide in a corner without anyone else. You don't have to come out to embarrass you. Don't you even understand the subtle voice of Xiao Teng?"

Yes, Sima Guang has difficulties!

Only then did Gou Yaer wake up as if he was dreaming, he showed his hideous fist at the little pig.

After being beaten by his elder brother, Xiao Teng was so scared that he quickly changed the subject, "Dad, I think Sima Jun really wanted to seize the position of prime minister, so he came to find out."

"Impossible!" Gou Yaer said decisively: "Your Majesty has said that Sima Guang can be used, but he cannot entrust major events. What's more, the election of the prime minister must be recommended by all officials. Sima Jun really didn't get a few votes last time, and this time he was even more unsuccessful!"

"But what if it weren't for the officials' recommendation?" Xiao Tong said with a smile.

Gou Yaer was puzzled, "Why, you have to change the rules again?"

"It's not a change of rules. Now the important officials of the court and representatives from all over the country have entered the Political Consultative Conference. If the Political Consultative Conference is used to replace the public recommendation of all officials, wouldn't it be more legitimate!"

"Then, that's not right..." Gou Yaer still shook her head, "Even if she enters the Political Consultative Conference, Sima Junshi will not get most of the support!"

"Wrong! If he recommends it at the Political Consultative Conference, he has a great chance of winning!" Xiao Tong said confidently. Wang Ning'an looked at the conversation between his two sons and smiled indifferently.

"Xiao Tong, have you been visiting Wen Yanbo?"

Xiao Tong quickly stuck out his tongue, completely losing the calmness and indifference he had just now. Such a complicated situation is full of turbulent and turbulent, and there are a few people who can understand it! Xiao Tong has a good talent, but his timing is still poor. It is absolutely impossible to be able to get to the topic so straight and without the guidance of an expert.

Wang Ning'an shook his head, helpless, "Wen Kuanfu is talented but not virtuous. You can learn his methods and opinions, but a heart must not be led by him!"

The little pig nodded quickly without hesitation.

"Actually, my father has not figured it out for a long time!" Wang Ning'an sighed. Gou Yaer really didn't understand, so he could only look at his younger brother. Xiao Tong pondered: "The Political Consultative Conference has just begun, and Neo-Confucianism can explain the court's budget so clearly. And in the extreme unfavorable number of people, there are only two possibilities, one is that his head is broken and the other is that he has some support!"

Dog Ya'er finally turned around.

"So, is Sima Junshi colluding with Neo-Confucians? If this happens, he will absorb Neo-Confucians and get some support from financial power, he may really become prime minister!" Gou Yaer shook his head again, "It's still not true. Sima Guang is not a fool, Neo-Confucians and the financial group are not the same. Even if he sits on it, he will be in chaos."

"Then you have to sit on it first!" Xiao Tiao sighed: "I guess Sima Guang didn't think that far away. He was just going to the prime minister. After all, for decades, no one wants to reach the top... I can let go of it like our father, and read the history books, but there are not many people."

"Oh...yes!" Gou Yaer exclaimed, "Old man, you are very great!"

As soon as these words came out, a black thing hit him in his head. Gouyaer was so scared that he flashed and hurriedly hid. While running, he said, "That's Duan Inkstone. It's a fatal blow to hit him on his head. I'm not smart at all. If you beat him up, what should you do if you have so many grandchildren?"

The previous one is quite human words, but when the last sentence comes out, Wang Ning'an reaches out and lifts up the bright paper-cutting knife, which is so scared that he runs away. There are only two fathers and sons left in the study.

"Eliminate the breath, relieve the breath." Xiao Tong hurriedly brought a plate of pears.

Wang Ning'an pushed to the side and sighed hard.

"This rebellious son is simply a bastard!" Wang Ning'an shook his head, "Forget it, let's not talk about him for now, tell me your opinion...or, Wen Kuanfu's opinion!"

Xiao Tong hurriedly said: "Although Neo-Confucianism is not good at learning, it will definitely make a comeback. And Dad... It seems that you can't use the previous methods to deal with them!"

Wang Ning'an did not refute, and it was indeed the case.

When Neo-Confucianism began to support the protection of private property, they were actually almost the same as the forces represented by Wang Ning'an... At this time, no one was thinking about opposing the development of industry and commerce and returning to the state that it was decades ago.

But it is precisely because of this that it becomes difficult.

Neo-Confucianism stands on the upper level of industry and commerce, on the side of the richest people, on the side of the richest people, waving flags and shouting for them, and charging into battle... Wang Ning'an knows one truth well. Those who govern must first maintain social fairness and rationality, and do not worry about lack of people but inequality.

This is why most dynasties in history have suppressed annexation.

Of course, Wang Ning'an supports the development of industry and commerce, but development alone is not enough, but also has to be restricted and regulated... If Neo-Confucianism or financial groups seize power, it will not restrict the strongest group of people, but indulge, or even help the evil, then the Song Dynasty will not be far from its prosperity and decline, and the achievements accumulated over the years will definitely be destroyed.

"The most difficult thing in the world is that you have me and I have you... It's like a tiger and wolf medicine, it can't be left out, but too much will make you die. What the father thinks about now is just one thing... The Song Dynasty needs a relatively honest and fair ruling core who can always maintain justice and uphold justice. As long as we are not in chaos, outsiders can't do anything to us! However, this matter is too difficult. There are too many people who only focus on their own interests and have no sense of crisis at all. No wonder the rise and fall of the past dynasties have only been changed for decades. It's really terrible!"

Wang Ning'an used such a heavy word, and Xiao Tong felt aroused in his heart. He suddenly had the urge to cry. His father has always seen farther than others and thought more than others. He is really tired!

"Dad, I am willing to share my worries with you. I know what Dad is thinking!"

Wang Ning'an looked at his slightly immature son, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled and said, "Don't think that after a trip to Bohai, you can govern the country and pacify the world in a few years of private research. You are still not qualified to participate! You are not qualified to participate in this round, just watch it!"

Xiaopeng clenched his fists silently... Just a few days later, a fire suddenly occurred at Xijing Railway Station. Five polo courts were turned into ashes. What surprised people the most was that there were more than 200 corpses in the middle of the ashes, all of which were burned to death!

What is even more surprising is that these people are not among the yamen's registered households - they are slaves!

History is full of dust

These days I've been busy renting a new house, and the basement is too cold... The update may not be on time, sorry...
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