Bianliang is very big, and it is not about territory, but about wealth.

This is the political, economic and cultural center of the Song Dynasty, the noblest people in the world, the richest people, and the most outstanding people... They are all in Bianliang.

The emperor is naturally the most noble one, and the emperor is the important ministers, the princes and so on.

Zhao Xu was a prince, and was second only to the emperor, but under the circumstances of the Song Dynasty, he had to surrender to his important ministers.

When he woke up in the morning, he habitually ran in Qingning Palace.

The people in the palace had long been used to his habit. They watched him run around and just avoided it.

After running, I came back for breakfast.

Wang Chongnian came with a food box and delivered today's breakfast.

"There is only soup cakes, king, this is a bit inappropriate, it's too negligent."

Wang Chongnian felt that the breakfast was a bit cold, but Zhao Xu ate it with relish.

After breakfast, he was about to go to the government today.

Wang Chongnian followed by his side and talked about what had happened in the past few days.

“…Fu Xiang and Han Xiang are competing recently…”

“Why?”

Zhao Xu walked by without looking sideways, facing the shy face of a palace maid with expressionless expression.

A man cannot be a slave to desire, and he will hear calluses coming when he hears this.

Thinking of this, he thought of Shen An.

With Shen An's conditions, if he was willing, it would be no problem to find ten or eight women.

Moreover, the style of the Song Dynasty was like this. The wife in the family was paid for by him, and then he was raised by his 18-year-old concubines or singers, and enjoyed them at any time. Even the woman's parents' family had nothing to say.

But Shen An only one wife, even though she was pregnant, she didn't get a woman into the house. This really verified his original warning.

Don't be a slave to desire!

I won't!

Zhao Xu narrowed his eyes and listened to Wang Chongnian talking.

"... Fu Xiang said that there were not enough craftsmen to build military weapons, but after reporting them to the Zhengshi Hall, he did not respond at all. As a result, some people in the Zhengshi Hall were afraid that they would be confused and thought that the officials would be bullied..."

“…”

The little court will start later.

Han Qi seems to have lost weight recently, and there is more sorrow between all his eyebrows.

A person who is used to being fat will feel panic once he loses weight and feels that he has something wrong with him...

This is a conditioned reflex for people.

But Fu Bi would not have any sympathy. After the serious business was said, he grabbed Han Qi's problem. "The importance of a country is in the military and sacrifice. How important is it to build weapons? But the Zhengshi Hall can actually be put on hold? What does this mean? Is this trying to make the soldiers of the Song Dynasty fight against the enemy with bare hands?"

Han Qi said with a dark face: "It's just a trivial matter. Who knows who suppressed the document?"

The Song Dynasty is so big that there are so many things happening every day, and the prime minister can’t pay attention to everything!

"This is no small matter!"

Fu Bi was furious, "At the end of last year, the Liao people provoked on the border from time to time, and they were trying to retaliate against the defeat in the prefectures! At this critical moment, there were not enough craftsmen. Is this a trivial matter?"

"What are you going to do?"

Han Qi was in a bad mood, so he lost his patience.

He took a step forward, and his "burly" figure forced Fu Bi.

Who is Ke Fubi?

"What are you going to do?"

He also took a step forward, the two were very close to each other, which was very meaningful to take action.

"alright!"

Zhao Shu knew that Fu Bi was dissatisfied with being excluded from the core of the discussion by Han Qi, but fighting was absolutely impossible.

As long as the conflict between the prime minister is not used, the emperor should watch it from the side. If he feels itchy, then move it so that they can fight more.

Emperors of all dynasties liked to watch operas, and Zhao Shu was no exception.

Zhao Shu said lightly: "Who will keep pressing down and investigate slowly? This matter... can the craftsmen be able to mobilize?"

“Good collection.”

The Song Dynasty was not short of people, and the result of the high development of business was the emergence of the prototype of the market economy.

We produce whatever the market needs.

We will learn whatever talents the market lacks.

"Your Majesty, I want to go and have a look."

Zhao Xu looked at the battle between the two prime ministers coldly. He wanted to see a fight between an old man, but who knew that the two old cunning guys were just a verbal battle.

Disappointed!

But he was a little interested in the workshop. In addition, he has not interfered in politics recently and has become a little itchy, so he is ready to ask for his orders to take a look.

He thought he would be dissuaded, especially Han Qi and Fu Bi.

But the two of them retreated, with their eyebrows down and their eyes pleasing to the eye, as if the quarrel just now was just an illusion.

Things are just things, and at this level, the prime minister needs to use things to show his political direction.

There is no direction in this matter, it’s just that Fu Bi hates Han Qi deeply, so he took the opportunity to attack.

Zhao Shu looked at his son and thought that he had just contributed 180,000 guan to make his life much better, so he said, "It's better to go, bring more people around him."

"yes."

Later, Zhao Shu went to the harem, and Gao Taotao had been waiting for a long time.

"The official family is here, go and get hot tea."

When Gao Taotao saw that Zhao Shu had dust on his body, he went over and reached out to slap him.

"Where did this go? Why did you get half of your body gray? Turning back and dirty the chair, you quit. It's awkward for a long time."

If you suffer from depression and anxiety, you will most likely be accompanied by obsessive-compulsive disorder. Obsessive-compulsive disorder often has a cleanliness...

Cleanliness doesn’t seem to be a disease, but when you wash your hands and change your clothes again and again... you will have a headache and crazy.

Zhao Shu nodded, Gao Taotao asked someone to send him a robe and change it for him personally, and then the couple sat down.

Zhao Shu was in a relaxed mood. After taking a sip of tea, he said, "Dalang is getting older now. He is diligent in studying and has the courage to do things. He is willing to go on a small matter and is calm!"

Hearing his praise for his son, Gao Taotao was happy: "Da Lang is smart, he used to be young and so lively, but now he is gradually calm. I wonder if he should look at him..."

Zhao Shu frowned and said, "I'm still young! I agree with what Shen An said last time. The boy got married too early, which hurts his body."

Gao Taotao spat for a moment, blushed and said, "It's not too young anymore! It's sixteen."

"Wait a little longer." Zhao Shu felt that he could not be anxious about this matter. "You should look at those families more, but the woman's family should not be worthy of it."

"I understand." Gao Taotao knew the nature of the old Zhao family, and was worried about a strong relative. "Just find a expensive family at that time."

"You're still considerate."

Zhao Shu smiled slightly and glanced at his wife.

Gao Taotao looked up, and the couple looked at each other, and naturally there was a warm flow.

The emperor and the empress here were full of affection, and Zhao Xu, who was there, hurried to the workshop in the west of the city.

The Song Dynasty was pretty good at artisans, at least they didn’t get so many household registrations to restrict them or make them run around the country.

But it is also a fact that the status of craftsmen is not high.

The managers of the workshop are probably the most comfortable. As long as you keep an eye on nothing, the reward is enough for them to live a good life in Bianliang.

Moreover, this is an official workshop, so life is so comfortable.

It's already time, but the person in charge is having breakfast.

His breakfast is a steamed trouser, or the latest flavor.

There was a deep knife flower on the hoof. There was no need to bite hard. As long as you close your lips and suck it gently, the flesh would enter your mouth.

The fat meat of the hoof is different from other places. It is not so greasy, it tastes sweet and salty, and it has something added, so it has no fishy smell at all.

That smell...

The manager had a mouthful of feet and hair and cooked cakes, and his cheeks were bulging high, so it was so good.

"tasty?"

A voice suddenly asked next to him, sounding very young.
To be continued...