/p>        Han Zhong did not stay at Feng Congyi too late.

Since the two of them started to talk, Feng Congyi has received various types of worship titles, one by two, and soon piled up thickly at Feng Congyi's hand. There are also officials in charge of various departments, and they will come in to ask for instructions after a while.

Han Zhong watched people come in and out, and was interrupted after saying a few words. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Uncle Fourth is busy with his noble people."

This is the result of screening. People and matters that are considered important will be sent to Feng Congyi. Posts from less urgent and not very high-ranking visitors or invitees are delivered directly to the desks of the study outside.

Feng Congyi made a request of 3,000 yuan, and then pointed to the mistake in the reply letter and scolded the person. Then he said to Han Zhong, "I am busier than the prime minister here, but I don't have the power to be the prime minister."

"My father said that the fourth uncle's talent can be even as good as the Secretary of the Central Committee."

Feng Congyi raised his eyelids and glanced at Han Zhong sideways: "Just joining the Secretariat? Can't the Prime Minister do it?"

Han Zhong's smile froze on his face, and Feng Congyi snorted softly, "Is it even worse than Li Linfu, and not enough than Yang Guozhong?"

Han Zhong breathed a sigh of relief and laughed dryly: "Uncle Fourth is so good at joking."

"Just..." Feng Congyi shouted again unhappily, "This SF Express is higher than the three sects of the court. If the prime minister cannot do it, the three sects can do it... Is this joke funny?"

Han Zhong scratched his ears and did not dare to say more. In terms of power and wealth, the amount controlled by the three departments was not enough for the court's daily expenses, and it was indeed much worse than that of SF Express.

However, the three envoys who are now divided into the prime minister's financial power have not been appointed for many years. The three deputy envoys in charge of salt and iron, the Ministry of Revenue, and the Ministry of Revenue, are all responsible to the prime minister.

There were also vague rumors in the capital that Zhang Dun was planning to clean up the official positions in the court one by one after the Liao Dynasty and the late Tang Dynasty, and eliminate the system of missions that have been carried out from the middle and late Tang Dynasty to the present. The Three Envoys were one of them.

Even if Feng Congyi had the ability to be more than the three sect envoys, he could not be the three sect envoys.

Another famous post was sent outside. He opened it and looked up, and said to Han Zhong: "Okay. I'm fine here. The bride is still waiting for you at home. Zijun, please go back first."

Feng Congyi raised his hand to drive people up. Han Zhong stared at Feng Congyi's hand. The posts with ochre-colored horizontal lines were not goods on the market, but were commonly used by people in government offices, but they could not see the front.

Without further questions, Han Zhong also simply stood up and said goodbye, "Fourth uncle, my nephew won't disturb you."

"Well, prepare what you should do first, don't be rushing at the moment. Let me and Zhang Suiming..." Feng Congyi Yangyang posted the post in Yang's hand, "...After talking, Zijun, you can go to the north. You can think about it yourself, Hedong, Hebei and your family will definitely support you."

"But Uncle You Jing hopes that you will go to Hedong. Before you decide, you should discuss it with him." Feng Congyi added in the end.

After Feng Congyi's residence, the lights were already on. The capital that never sleeps, thousands of lights shine, and the sky that should have been dark blue was also dizzy red.

Suddenly, his stomach was roaring and reminding Han Zhong that he was driven out by his uncle at dinner time and he didn't even get a bite of the soup.

What's this called?

Sitting in the dim carriage, Han Zhong smiled bitterly. The carriage was heading home, but with the current traffic conditions in Kaifeng, it may not be possible to get home in an hour.

In the dark cushion under the seat cushion, some pastries to satisfy hunger are stored all year round and replaced every day. Usually, they are famous fruits in the capital, such as Shiman cake, Yangtou chestnut cake, Wu family snowflake crisps, etc. They are not rushed to order, and they can't buy them even if they want to.

Han Zhong has no idea of ​​using it now.

Feng Congyi is going to meet Zhang Qi, and the matter involved will never be small. But Han Zhong's curiosity has turned to this aspect.

After all, everything revolves around the decisive battle of the Song and Liao dynasties. Whether the problem is in front or behind, what Feng Congyi wants in front of Zhang Qi cannot escape the military's relationship.

It's really going to fight. Han Zhong thought.

It was not the small conflict that broke the border in the past two years after the Battle of Zhuozhou, but the real battle to destroy the country.

Millions of people fought to death on the five thousand miles of national border. A war of such a scale cannot be said to be the last, but it is absolutely unprecedented.

This is the war Han Zhong wants to participate in.

On the endless stream of streets, a carriage was driving smoothly in the traffic.

Pedestrians passed by one after another, and Han Zhong in the car was spread out on his seat as if he had no bones.

It takes three years to develop good habits, but only three days to develop bad habits. When Han Zhong was on the front line, every time the enemy's offensive was repelled, he would spread to the ground and develop the habit of finding opportunities to rest anytime, anywhere.

Now that no one is in charge, Han Zhong threw Shen Du behind his head, and his demeanor, which was forced by his mother when he was young, was completely unpretentious.

Hebei or Hedong? Han Zhong raised his feet to the opposite seat, thinking about his way forward.

The whistle whistle came in from the confined doors and windows.

Han Zhong looked up and looked at the direction, not far from Xin Cao Gate.

The ring railway built on the head of Kaifeng Prefecture New City was repaired, and the sound of the whistle came from there.

It is one-third narrower than the general track. The railways on the city wall can only pass through customized locomotives and carriages. Small steam locomotives pull six carriages and deliver water vapor and coal smoke to every corner inside and outside the capital. When they arrive at the station, they will whistle and never stop overnight.

There are many problems, but they are still rushing to it. Shortly after it was opened, it started to make profits. Inside and outside the capital, millions of people have long been looking forward to such a ring railway for convenient travel.

Half a mile away, Han Zhong only saw the thick smoke floating upwards, which were the traces left by the steam locomotive.

The train that uses steam locomotives as powered by violently burning coal was named train.

Although it is necessary to be a taboo for the venerable, Han Zhong, who is the son, cannot see the level of naming his father Han Gang. As stated in the Buddhist scriptures, the car he took when he went to the fire after his death has now become an important means of transportation to transport hundreds of millions of people in the country every year.

When I got on the train pulled by the steam locomotive, there was a loud rumbling sound of the steam engine in front of me. A wisp of smoke floated out of the window from time to time, which was not far from the Fire Hell.

It is also the masterpiece of his father Han Gang. When the emperor inherited the law and passed the votes in the Grand Parliament, the emperor's reputation and position were held in the parliament. "After an order came out, the world was shocked. Shang Jun was like this, Chu Gong was like this, and today... it is like this."

As a descendant of such a man, Han Zhong naturally put a lot of pressure on him. But this is also Han Zhong's motivation since childhood.

If it were just the heir to Chengsi and the priest, Han Zhong would have been the eldest son. But what he wanted to do was the heir to his father's achievements.

Han Zhong's long-cherished wish since childhood was to safely inherit and carry forward the cause founded by his father Han Gang.

Han Zhong sat up a little, thinking: Is my father in Chang'an now, or is he going to Hengqu Academy to give lectures?
Chapter completed!