"Master, you're here, and the disciples are so worried."

Zhao Shu was the emperor for almost ten years, and then went on an expedition for another three years. He also had a mustache. In front of others, he was a hero who was decisive and drove 100,000 soldiers, and a great emperor.

Only when facing the master can you show your powerless side.

Everyone is worried. Zhao Shu doesn't care about Seljuk's hundreds of thousands of cavalry, doesn't care about the competition in the palace, and doesn't even worry about the noise of the political meeting.

The only thing that made him unable to sleep was his precious son Zhao Xu.

That's right, she's just a baby in her early six years old!

When Zhao Shu was in the expedition, the child was still wearing open-crotch pants and was not speaking properly. Zhao Shu didn't think anything was wrong, but after he came back, the little thing suddenly grew taller.

He has red lips and white teeth, a fat and tender face, and a cute baby fat, just like a little angel.

But His Majesty the Emperor discovered a problem after not being happy for two days. His precious son, his uncle, could not recite poems, read books, arithmetics, and even could not write his name!

According to the rules, the royal child must enter the school at the age of 5, but this one is over 6 years old and has not yet gone. Zhao Shu got angry and found Wang Qing. The couple had a blushing face and thick neck for the first time in the past few years. Zhao Shu threatened to deal with his son, but Wang Qing protected him like an old hen.

"The saint has such a big temper. It takes three years to leave. We mother and son depend on each other for life. How old is the child? Are you anxious and naughty? He is obviously tired and disgusted. Look at us, mother and mother, dislike us..."

"What are you saying?" Zhao Shu roared angrily: "If our son doesn't know anything, how can he inherit the country in the future and how can he be the emperor of the Song Dynasty?"

"What? My son can't be the emperor? Could it be that the saint has a new love?"

Where to follow!

Zhao Shu found that he had fallen into a pit and couldn't explain it clearly... It took several days to convince Wang Qing to stop protecting the unlucky child.

But who to teach next became a problem again.

It was too hard to enter the Royal Academy, and Wang Qing couldn't bear to leave it alone.

I asked the gentleman to come over, but I didn't even invite him, but I was so angry that I left by the naughty child.

It is really difficult to find someone who can control the little guy and can reassure Zhao Shu and Wang Qing... "Master, you must help your disciples, otherwise I will be willing to give him away!"

Wang Ning'an was startled, "Your Majesty, how old a child is, isn't it?"

"Why didn't it? Master doesn't know. This kid is too naughty..." Zhao Shu and Wang Ning'an complained. It turned out that when they were 5 years old, they sent Zhao Xu to the Royal Academy. As a result, they had a stomachache when they went there and they shouted for a headache. There was no way to leave him in the palace and ask the teacher to teach him.

It happened to be winter. In order to take care of the husband, I placed a small charcoal brazier under the chair and sat on the chair. The heat was smoked, which was very comfortable.

As a result, when the rest, the gentleman slapped on the table and took a nap. Zhao Xu secretly ran over and stuffed his robe into the brazier... A big fire broke out and the first gentleman ran away.

Half a month later, the second one was changed, and this one was even more miserable. I don’t know where I made a few nails and put them on the chair. The gentleman sat down and several holes were pierced, almost even the chrysanthemums were broken... Zhao Shuxu was talking, "I have asked a lot of people these days, but they all know the details and don’t want to enter the palace. The disciple has no choice but to ask the master for help."

Wang Ning'an snorted, "Your Majesty, I know that good things are not on my head!"

Zhao Shu also felt unkind and quickly smiled: "Master is educating everyone, Liuyi Academy is famous all over the world, and is well-educated, and everyone knows that the junior brother is so outstanding... The disciple does not expect that the rebellious son to have any outstanding things, at least let him understand some truth, and he will be content."

When talking about how to teach children, Wang Ning'an's mouth twitched, and his old face was hot.

Grandma’s, your family has a naughty child, and our family also has one, and it’s not too young!

Wang Ning'an remembered Gou Ya'er. Sure enough, the kid didn't tell him about getting married. He secretly gave birth to a grandson, and brought back a dozen women. Yingying and Yanyan were in a large group, which ruined the family style. It was really hateful!

When Wang Ning'an thought of his son, he lost his confidence.

Zhao Shu didn't think so, "Master, don't cause trouble for your junior brother, he is taking the blame for me... There are many tribes on Seljuk, and a conqueror has to marry each tribe before he can rule the world. The disciple really can't take so many, so I asked my junior brother to do it for him. If the master is unhappy, just punish the disciples!"

Wang Ning'an became even more angry, "Your Majesty, this is not a matter of punishment. He got a group of Japanese girls in Japan and another group in the Western Regions. The house is uneasy!"

Zhao Shu quickly laughed, "Master, don't worry, my junior brother is very good. He has organized all these women into a team and trained with military law. He is obedient and will never bother Master!"

Zhao Shu didn't know that as soon as he finished speaking, Wang Ning'an's eyebrows stood up!

Do you have too many wives to form an army?

Wang Zonghan, if you want to keep your name in history, your father can’t afford to lose this person!

At this moment, Wang Ning'an didn't think about anything. He just wanted to call Gouyaer in front of him, beat him up, and beat him to death! Wang Ning'an was so angry that Zhao Shu couldn't find any words to persuade him. He was anxious when a eunuch ran in.

"Sage, big things are not going well, the political meeting is starting to fight!"

"What?"

Zhao Shu shouted, very surprised. Although he had an estimate, the election of the Political Consultative Conference was all famous and important officials, and decent people. This was the first meeting, so why did he take action? Zhao Shu was puzzled. Of course, they had a good fight. Wang Ning'an finally put the matter aside.

In fact, since its inception, Wang Ning'an had expected that the Political Consultative Conference would be very chaotic.

This is a matter of no way. The Song Dynasty is in a period of rapid development, with various problems emerging one after another, and there are many contradictions and oppositions... What's even more fatal is the confusion of thought and no consensus. Even Wang Ning'an has no choice. He can refer to future generations and come up with a set of things, but it may not be suitable for the Song Dynasty. Moreover, even if it is suitable, it still requires a process of acceptance, and it cannot be achieved overnight. If people do not make a few mistakes, it will be impossible for people to form a consensus or reach an agreement.

The establishment of a political meeting is to give all parties a platform to stir up conflicts... It is precisely this kind of thought that Wang Ning'an did not come forward directly. He wanted to see the level and vision of these people.

But no matter what, Wang Ning'an didn't expect that the fight started in the first meeting. Would you be more reserved? It's an impact, an impact!

Time returned two hours ago, and the Political Consultative Conference verbally and refused to give in to each other.

Zhou Dunshi proposed that the fiscal deficit is huge and must be adjusted... This is the consistent proposition of people in Neo-Confucianism. They believe that spending should be cut and tax rates should be lowered... to give the people a sigh of relief and keep the people rich.

Zhou Dunshi listed a series of numbers, and many Neo-Confucians and Political Consultative Officers followed suit and complained, as if they would be about to destroy the country if they continued like this.

The important officials of the court, headed by the prime ministers, looked gloomy and very dissatisfied. But if they didn't need them to explode, a group of people could not help it.

Murong Qingchen was the first to jump up, and he strided hard to reach the middle of everyone.

As a famous general, his majesty is not comparable to ordinary people, and the audience immediately became quiet.

Murong pointed to a few of the people who called the most and said sarcastically without hesitation: "You, you, you! And you!" He turned around and pointed at Zhou Dunshi.

"You are all short-sighted and trash!"

The old man had never been offended so much before, and he was so angry that his goatee was pouting, "You?"

Before he could say anything, Murong Qingchen continued, "I scold you, so there is naturally my reason! Do you know, how much military expenditure will be consumed every time the Song Dynasty sent troops over the years?"

Everyone present also understood the situation, but was unwilling to speak, so Murong continued: "During the Qingli period, 1 million guan could support 100,000 people in half a year of combat! When we recovered Youzhou, 500,000 people were used to directly spend more than 30 million guan. We recovered Hengshan, 300,000 people were used to fight for three months, and 38 million guan. Recovering Yunzhou, a mere 300,000 imperial guards, but 20 million guan was used, which was not considered the expense of road construction. This time, the expedition to Seljuk, 50,000 troops were used to fight for three years, and the military expenditure was consumed, with more than 100 million guan!"

Murong sneered: "Do you see any clues? The cost of war is getting bigger and bigger, and the cost of starting a war is getting higher and higher... The soldiers' equipment, military supplies, and personnel expenses are all rising wildly. According to you, if you are detained and cultivated culture, in a few years, I, the Song Dynasty, will have no spare energy to expand my territory! Are you satisfied with such a large territory? I said that you are short-sighted, what's wrong?"

Murong is a very excellent general and his observation is very keen.

The economy of the Song Dynasty has developed too fast in recent years, including soldiers' military pay, has increased by several times. Moreover, after entering the firearm era, the requirements for logistics increased geometrically.

Wang Ning'an emphasized that he would not lose money, but Murong found that if he continued like this, even if he could steal a gold mountain, he would lose money!

Any empire has its limits to expansion, and there may be ways to reduce costs, but Murong is unwilling to wait.

"Take the west and south to take down all the land you can occupy, and create a foundation for a thousand years, this is the only way to do it!"

People in Neo-Confucianism were also shocked. Unexpectedly, this rude warrior actually told a truth, but it seemed that he could not refute it yet. He was angry and said angrily: "You said it easy, but how should you fill such a big deficit? Is it necessary to be a military force, and to waste the people and cause money?"

At this time, as the representative of the court, Zeng Bu stood up.

"The Ministry of Revenue plans to impose inheritance tax and gift tax to make up for the shortcomings."

The subordinates of Neo-Confucianism looked at each other, but they were not prepared at all and did not notify them before the meeting.

"Shangshu Zeng, what is inheritance tax?" Zhou Dunshi shouted loudly.

"It's very simple. After a person dies, the remaining property must be paid part of the tax to the court before it can be passed on to the heirs. The tax will start with a limit of 100,000, and more than 100,000 yuan."

Everyone understood and were all angry. Zhou Dunshi asked with a dark face, "What about the tax rate?"

"It is tentatively starting at 20%. The more inheritance, the higher the tax rate, the maximum is 50%!" Zeng Bu said calmly without expression on his face. But everyone present, especially under the Neo-Confucianism, was furious!

Isn’t it just for the enjoyment of future generations and descendants? The court actually wants to do something, which is to make money!

I don’t know who grabbed the manuscript on the table and threw it at Zeng Bu. Someone also scolded: “Why don’t you be the mountain king? You are worse than a bandit!”

You should know who can enter the Political Consultative Conference, who has no property, will be in chaos in an instant...

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