Back to the Song Dynasty as a tyrant

Even if one day the outward scroll can no longer move, especially with the improvement of productivity, people will not starve to death anymore.

Moreover, when science and thought develop to a certain extent, humanism will surely rise rapidly.

At least the common people in this land will really live in peace, no need to gnaw tree bark, no need to sell their children, and they can live simply.

"I'm tired." Zhao Ning waved his hand, and for the first time did not answer Zhao Yu's question.

Zhao Ning likes Zhao Yu very much. Zhao Yu has a kind of vigor and vitality, and his whole body is full of strength, just like his previous self.

"Daddy, rest well, I'll take my leave first."

Most decisions in life must be made by yourself. If the impact of this choice is greater, the burden will naturally be greater.

Zhao Ning hooked his waist slightly, leaning his hands on the railing, his thin body looked a little tired under the afternoon sun.

Recalling the past twenty years, too many things have happened.

He couldn't help complaining in his heart: Being an emperor is actually quite tiring.

Most of the things that happen are actually not from his original intention.

Such as murder.

Who wants to kill someone?

But in life, is there one thing that can really follow one's own heart?

Maybe there are people like Xu Xiake.

But in the court and in the secular world, it is very difficult to have.

If Confucianism and law are chosen to rule the country, can Zhao Song Jiangshan last forever?

Instead of this, it is better to let science and law continue in this land.

I don't know how long it took before Zhao Ning came back to his senses, straightened his waist again, and walked forward.

But as soon as he walked out of the back garden, Wang Huaiji hurried over.

"Officials, there is an urgent report from Jiangning that Mr. Zong has left."

Chapter 1529

"Oh, are you leaving?" Zhao Ning was startled.

The Kingdom of Jin was destroyed, and it didn't seem to have much perception.

But after Zong Ze left, Zhao Ning realized that the era of war seemed to have really ended.

At that time, the Kingdom of Jin moved south with the momentum of Mount Tai, and the Song army's defense line collapsed. Countless people were thinking about how to escape and how to surrender.

It was the 67-year-old scholar who took the initiative to stand up and go to the front line.

The front line was in chaos, the army chiefs fled, and the prefects and senior officials opened the city gates one after another.

The people were abandoned, the mountains and rivers were broken, and the enemy's cavalry was like a sea.

If a person usually sits in his study and yells at his enemies, he cannot be said to be brave.

If a person usually stands in the court hall and expresses angrily that he will fight to the end, he still cannot be said to be brave.

If a person knows that this trip may never return, he still moves forward.

This is courage.

In other words, when everyone retreats, thinking that it is impossible, this person still moves forward, walks into the darkness alone, burns himself, turns into a light, and gathers people who are also looking for direction in the darkness.

Then this person is a brave man.

Noble character can be dressed up, and beauty can be embellished.

But brave, can't pretend.

To be brave is to be afraid, but to keep going.

It was this old scholar who used his old and frail body to start the prelude to the fight against gold.

Fight back, start from here.

"Order the state funeral and pursue the title of loyal king."

In fact, Zhao Ning is planning to call Zongze to Beijing recently, so we can meet again.

Things are always impermanent.

We thought that the future would be long, but a farewell that had already been inadvertently turned into a forever farewell.

Thousands of words can no longer be said.

On the north bank of the Yellow River, the small trees planted by Kangjin back then have grown tall and strong, stretching along the banks of the Yellow River.

When the spring breeze blows, the leaves sway, as if telling the road about the sorrows of the gold and iron horses and heroes here.

The news spread to Xiangzhou, Tangyin, under the setting sun, the figure was hunched over and hoeing the field.

Hearing that Zongze had passed away, he put down his hoe, tidied up, and then set off for Beijing.

In April of the 22nd year of Jingkang, Zongze's body was sent back to his hometown of Wushang, where a funeral was held, and another clothes tomb was placed in the newly built Hall of Heroes in the north of Tokyo.

It is said that Zhao Guan's family went to mourn in person, and many people from the military and political circles followed along.

The news was also sent to Hebei Junzhen one after another. When the army heard about it, they all wept bitterly.

In those prefectures and villages in Hebei where the legend of Zongze spread, the people spontaneously built ancestral halls for him and offered incense.

Later, Yue Fei went south to Wushang in Liangzhe, where he personally mourned his teacher.

When Yue Fei arrived at Zongze's home, he found that Zongze's family lived in the same simple house as before, and they wore coarse linen clothes.

Zong Ying smiled and said, "I made Yue Shuai laugh."

Zong Ying is also a senior general in the Song Dynasty's military and political circles. People like him are not short of money at all.

"Father was generous during his lifetime and donated most of the family's money to those in need. He left nothing behind, and nothing was left of my salary."

"I understand." Yue Fei said lightly.

Zhao Guan's family has rewarded Zongze with innumerable properties over the years, and the Zong family should be the wealthiest family in eastern Zhejiang.

However, the real clan is just an ordinary family.

Moreover, Zong Shuai's benevolent behavior was unknown to the outside world.

This is not those so-called benevolent deeds, but an act from Zong Shuai's heart.

Yue Fei can understand this kind of behavior too well.

People like them, who have experienced hundreds of thousands of times of fighting, have already looked down on life and death, have a real temper, and even look down on money in the world.

Life doesn't bring death, it doesn't take away, it's just a handful of loess.

Later generations say that fame and fame will remain.

Didn't Su Zi say that?

The taste of the world is Qinghuan.

In June, the city of Tokyo entered the rainy season. Several days of continuous heavy rain washed the bluestone slabs of the streets, and the misty rain above the Bian River was hazy.

The boatman at the head of the boat is still singing a high-pitched tune.

After entering the city, Yue Fei disembarked at the ferry and entered the palace all the way.

When the notification came, Zhao Ning was as happy as a child.

"Pengju, I want to die."

Seeing Zhao Guan's family again, Yue Fei found that Zhao Guan's family seemed to be much older.

Huafa has grown, and the wrinkles on the face have also appeared.

It is heard that Zhao Guanjia has been obsessed with the compilation of various books of the Song Dynasty Law and Gewu Academy for the past two years, and they are writing by candlelight day and night.

Various laws and books have been overturned and rewritten several times.

He discussed and discussed with many scholars overnight.

Yue Fei once received news from the palace that he hoped that he could discuss some matters with the Zhao official family when he came to Beijing, and persuaded the Zhao official family not to do this again.

But Yue Fei knew that his persuasion was useless.

Back then, when Yue Fei was fighting, he would risk his life.

Men have their own ambitions.

Zhao Guan's ambition is not in the battlefield, but in Qingyun, in the world.

"Come on, play chess with me."

The two sat between the attic, and the curtain of the attic was blown by the wind.

"Official, your body is important."

"People can only live for dozens of years. After living for decades, why bother with this world too much, leave what should be left, and let future generations comment on it, and let future generations continue our path."

"I feel very ashamed." Yue Fei said, "I can only fight wars, but I can't help the officials."

Zhao Ning laughed loudly: "Unexpectedly, there will be times when I can compare with Yue Pengju."

Saying that, he ordered everyone around to retreat, leaving only himself and Yue Fei.

The rain stopped at some point, and the sunlight penetrated through the hazy atmosphere, reflecting a large curtain of light, which fell between the trees, forming a beam of light.

The water droplets from the eaves slowly fell down like pearls.

The incense burner on the table is still burning.

Zhao Guanjia looked at the chessboard calmly and was playing chess with concentration.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Ning suddenly asked, "What do you think of the academic controversy over the past few years?"

"I think the Five Prince's "Natural Law" is the best, followed by the old-fashioned "Inductive Law"."

"It seems that Pengju is also in favor of new learning."

Yue Fei said: "The new study is so good, why don't you approve it?"

This is Yue Fei.

Good is good, bad is bad.

This is a very pure person.

Only those with other purposes will call good bad and bad good.

"Okay, okay." Zhao Ning said.

"I also read those books and got a lot of inspiration." Yue Fei said with a smile, "If you use this to educate people, it only takes two generations. My Great Song Dynasty can surpass all previous dynasties, and we can truly make the country rich and the people strong."

"Okay! With Pengju's words, I am relieved!" Zhao Ning picked up the chess piece, then dropped it and said, "Pengju, you lost."

Yue Fei was slightly taken aback, and said with a smile: "The official chess skills are superb, and I feel ashamed."

"By the way, who do you think is better to be the crown prince?"

Chapter 1530

Yue Fei hesitated for a moment, then said: "I'm not in the capital for a long time, I'm afraid my thinking is biased, but your Majesty asked, and I didn't hide the truth. The fourth prince has outstanding abilities, talents and intelligence, and is most like an official."

Zhao Ning nodded, he really loves the fourth child very much.

The fourth child has already made achievements in both military and political fields, and has begun to have a mature understanding.

Moreover, Zhao Yu has a firm and resolute personality, which is most like him.

Zhao Ning asked, "You mean, Yu'er is the most suitable?"

"only……"

"Just what?"

"It's just that His Majesty now rules the world through legislation, and the future monarch may not necessarily want talented and intelligent people."

"Pengju, you'd better make it clear, I'm confused." Zhao Ning laughed.

"I wonder what the fourth prince thinks about "Natural Law", "Induction Law", "Geometry", and physics?"

"You mean he has to have an opinion about it?"