When Wang Cun was escorted back to Beijing, the actions of the governor's office of Jiangnan West Road came one after another.

First, he convened the chief officials and assistant officials from various prefectures, prefectures and counties to Hongzhou Prefecture for a meeting. Then, he rectified the inspection departments, grain soldiers and other personnel in each prefecture, prefectures, and counties, and then selected various officials to serve as local authorities.

Later, a "inspection" will be formed to inspect various places.

Then, various cases that have occurred on Jiangnan West Road in the past six months must be filed, and a serious investigation must be conducted.

Various actions seem ordinary but have deep meaning.

Among them, Hongzhou Prefecture acted the most and fastest, and directly deposed the six magistrates, and invited the bandit suppression troops to various places to wipe out all the bandits in Hongzhou Prefecture.

While Hongzhou Prefecture was moving continuously, the city of Bianjing was not calm.

The Zhengshi Hall issued a report to reprimand the emperor of the dynasty for being "mediocre and deceiving his superiors and concealing his subordinates" on the west road of Jiangnan.

Even though the words were already tactful, they still shocked the government and the country.

The Song Dynasty always paid attention to decentness, so it was rare to openly rebuke a minister of the current dynasty.

Before some people could write a letter to argue for Wang Cun, some reform plans of the court for Jiangnan West Road were quietly spread.

The most eye-catching thing among the government and the people was Zong Ze led the Huwei Army to Jiangnan West Road, knowing everything!

Whether Sleeping Huwei Army went south or such power, it was unique in the history of the Song Dynasty!

The government and the public were afraid of the present and worried about the future. In just one day, the Political Affairs Hall received more than 20 memorials, and more were still on the way.

Zhao Xu couldn't escape, and wrote various letters, but he didn't know how many of them were presented in his face.

Those who are in the storm are not only Zhengshitang and Zhao Xu, but their positions are too high, so Zong Ze is different.

Zong Ze's official position in the Ministry of War was just a doctor, and the title he held in the south was the Minister of War, which was really not high in the court and the country.

Because of the summons from Zhang Dun and others, Zong Ze was now in Kaifeng City, the official residence granted by the emperor.

Now, in the main hall of Zongjia.

Zong Ze stood, a white-haired old man sitting together with a crutch, with a cold and blue face.

"My teacher, it's getting late, otherwise, use it first..." Zong Ze spoke carefully.

The old man snorted coldly, interrupted him, looked outside, and said, "I don't dare to delay your future. But you have been reading books for a few days under the disciple of Lao Bud. I don't want the history books to write that you are a disciple and are trained. So, today, I am not trying to persuade you, Minister of the Zong, or something, but to clear your relationship and for my own."

Zong Ze Fengshuang's tough face was full of wry smiles and said, "Teacher, why are you doing this? The student is already ashamed of saying that he is."

The old man still looked outside the door, his tone was very bad, and said, "You are not the most promising person in your life, but the noise is the biggest. Teaching and educating people is the same as curing diseases and saving people. I think of my past relationship. I say a few words. Your Minister of the Zong did not dislike me, but he recognized me as a teacher and asked me to come into this noble mansion."

Seeing that his old mentor was complaining more and more, Zong Ze did not dare to speak anymore.

He also knew that his old teacher had a reputation as a Jinshi, but he never entered the officialdom in his life and did not care about the struggles of the government and the country.

But this time, I couldn't sit still.

Zong Ze recalled the conversation with his husbands in the Political Affairs Hall, and remembered the three glasses of wine that the official had poured him in the Imperial Garden.

The old man glanced at him, suppressed his anger and said, "Your knowledge is a little poor and your talent is not enough. Among my many disciples, you are at most a mid-range place. Let's do this, you resign and follow me to give lectures. In the future, Xuelu Academy will be handed over to you, and the rest of your life will be more than nothing."

Zong Ze looked upright and said, "My teacher, students will not be able to obey their orders."

The old man seemed to have expected it, and continued to look outside the door and said, "Although your ancestral family is a small family, they are still in a good position. They want to remove you from your ancestral family. In the future, you will have no place to return to your hometown. The court and the government impeach you. Even if that great husband can protect you for a while, how can you protect you for a lifetime? It is important to know that wealth and honor will last forever. Today, you have to do that. Every word in the history books is like a knife, and you will not let you go."

Zong Ze naturally knew what he wanted to do when he went to Jiangnan West Road, and he had hesitated and tossed and turned, but the current situation in Jiangnan West Road and the whole country told him that he could hesitate, but reality did not allow it.

Scraping the bone to cure the poison may be a bit too much, but to solve it in depth and fundamentally, it is the fundamental way to cure it.

In addition to the intentions of the officials and the court, he also wanted to go there. Moreover, if he went there, he could control his direction and not lose control.

Zong Ze, he wanted to go into politics rather than to join the army.

The old man frowned, his expression showed anger, and said, "Since you are still scared, I won't say more about the old man. I don't have you, a student under my disciple."

As he said that, the old man stood up with a crutch and said, "I'll say one more thing. It's not too late to look back at any time. Glory and wealth are important, and life is also important. I think today's court, benevolence and righteousness are fake, but blood is real. You should take care of yourself."

The old man didn't say anything harsh in the end, and he was willing to leave a way out for him.

Zong Ze didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only follow his old teacher silently.

The struggle for "reform" is far more than the court, and involves almost everyone.

He felt the pressure did not start today, but today was undoubtedly profound.

His heart was a little complicated. From the Qingli New Deal decades ago to the Wang Anshi reform, and to the current Shaosheng New Deal, the "change" almost ran through the Song Dynasty, but it changed over and over again, as the officials said, "Repairing is not change, treating symptoms but not root causes, and gains and losses for a while will be difficult for future generations."

If we had made up our minds to make a big change since the Qingli New Policy, how could they work so hard now?

Zong Ze knew very well that he could not explain or argue with his old teacher.

If it works, how could the ‘new law’ be abolished so thoroughly?

The old man did not speak anymore. He slowly walked out of the sect's mansion with crutches. A boy of sixteen or seventeen years old picked him up.

The young man looked at Zong Ze with a very complicated expression, with a look of admiration and disgust.

Zong Ze saw it, without saying anything, saluted respectfully, and watched the old teacher's carriage slowly leave.

Before Zong Ze turned around, a servant hurried over and whispered: "Master, it's not good. The eldest lady is packing up her things and saying she wants to divorce her."

Zong Ze was irritated on his face, so he still patiently said, "I understand."

Zong Ze said, then headed straight to the backyard.

Zong Ze's eldest lady stood in the yard and directed her servants to pack up her things.

Zong Ze looked at him, a little gentleness appeared on his face, walked over, and said, "Why are you, you, my husband and I, why do you have to be divorced?"

Mrs. Zong's surname is Han, and he was a matchmaker by Li Qingchen, the Minister of Rites. The two had just gotten married.

Mrs. Zong is gentle and virtuous, and never makes things difficult for Zong Ze. This is the first time today.
Chapter completed!