Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

Lin Yuan lacks talents, lacking literary literacy and flexible minds to judge the situation. Some of these people can be officials, some can be staff, but Lin Yuan hopes that their desire for power will not exceed their own abilities.

After being in the upper ranks for too long, when Lin Yuan looks at people, he measures the value of the person, what value can be created, what trouble it will bring, and whether the value is greater than the trouble.

But what he can see is all in the upper-level position. As for the middle-level and lower-level, that is the task of important officials, and the management of subordinates will also be counted in their political achievements.

Officials also need to be assessed, but what is assessed is the reputation of the people. If the people in a region are highly happy, it does not matter whether the official has an outstanding political performance. After all, major events that need to be resolved are not happening everywhere, and this alone determines political performance. Not comprehensive.

Yang Shaowei, Lin Yuan has paid attention to him. After all, Song Shizhao is a domineering person. He looks kind, but he is too shrewd and selfish. Even if he handed over his apprentices to Lin Yuan, he never told Lin Yuan who was good at What, whether it is good or not, it will not say whether there is a bad mark.

Lin Yuan didn't care about his cautious thinking. Whether people have real talents and learns, they always learn true knowledge through practice. With just one mouth, even if Song Shizhao said it, Lin Yuan would not immediately believe it.

Only Yang Shaowei was the only disciple who was led by Song Shizhao.

Judging from Song Shizhao's stinky virtue, Yang Shaowei must be outstanding.

"Let him try." Lin Yuan said to Chen Bosong with his chin in his hand, "I haven't appointed a new official for so long, and the people below are also anxious."

While they believe in Nan Bodhisattva, they will not abandon the pursuit of self-interest.

Chen Baisong's current thinking mode is still far away from Lin Yuan, but he has learned to pretend to understand. Lin Yuan asked him and he answered the question in a straightforward way. After asking him again, he couldn't remember anything.

This can also be counted as a talent.

Lin Yuan even felt that Chen Baisong was deliberate.

There is an old fox like Song Shizhao beside him.

Most of them are smart people.

Faithful and simple people are rare.

"Look at what he has." Lin Yuan smiled.

The low bungalow has no yard. The roof tiles are almost broken. There is no tile picker. The wind and sun for countless years make the house look crude and rough. Although it can keep out the wind, it is difficult to cover. Rain, it is hard to imagine that the officials who once had real power in Tianwan would willingly move from the exquisite mansion to this kind of residence.

When Yang Shaowei stood in front of this bungalow, he also sighed in his heart, that Sun Yunzhou really knew how to choose, and acted decisively. Once such a person insisted on something, it would be difficult for others to persuade others.

But is Yang Shaowei someone else?

Yang Shaowei smiled at the corner of his mouth and knocked on the door of Sun's house.

It was an old servant who opened the door. He had gray hair and was a little messy. He took Yang Shaowei to see Sun Yunzhou after he was informed.

Although the room was small, it was quite complete, and Yang Shaowei was led to the study.

He wanted to use the least amount of time to make Sun Yunzhou surrender to the South Bodhisattva. The methods were too troublesome and the time was too long, so it was better to talk to Sun Yunzhou face to face.

If Sun Yunzhou insists on not understanding, it will not be too late for him to use any means.

Sun Yunzhou had never met Yang Shaowei, and did not know who Yang Shaowei was.

But he knew that Yang Shaowei was from the Southern King, and Yang Shaowei did not hide this when he introduced himself.

"Young Master Yang." Sun Yunzhou was originally sitting in front of the book case with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. He wrote well, with a serious and serious face and a goatee. He looked at Yang Shaowei with his face. There was no expression. It seemed that he knew he would be found a long time ago. He said in a deep voice, "When Sun has finished writing this character, he will go with you."

Yang Shaowei was gentle and polite with him: "Where do you want to go, Lord Sun?"

Sun Yunzhou looked at him: "Can Sun still pick it by himself?"

The provocative words Yang Shaowei acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He smiled and said: "Why don't you let Sun Master go to the teahouse to have tea? I heard that the new Biluochun is good. Can Master Sun look good."

Sun Yunzhou looked directly at Yang Shaowei without making any concessions: "Then there is no need. Young Master Yang and I are not the same, we don't have to travel together."

"How come you are not a fellow?" Yang Shaowei, "Is it possible that Master Sun just wants to stick to Hanyang, serve Xu Shouhui, and be a nameless emperor?"

Sun Yunzhou glanced at him: "Young Master Yang is irritating me?"

"Young Master Yang, forget it if it's a radical method, my grandson is worthy of the world."

The expression on Yang Shaowei's face became solemn, and he said to Sun Yunzhou: "I despised Master Sun."

Sun Yunzhou was unmoved.

Yang Shaowei also said: "Master Sun, how can Xu Shouhui get such a loyal minister like you? He has neither vision, nor the ability to know people, nor the skill to rule people. If one day, he will rule the world, Master Sun I thought, how much better he was than the emperor of the Yuan Dynasty?"

It's not that Sun Yunzhou doesn't understand this truth, but understanding and doing are always two different things.

Sun Yunzhou: "If Young Master Yang is here to talk to Sun, you don't need to waste your tongue."

Yang Shaowei sneered: "Does Master Sun think that he is loyal and a rare loyal minister?"

Sun Yunzhou asked him back: "What did Young Master Yang do?"

When an official, he always has to draw something. Sun Yunzhou draws his name. No matter whether he is in front of or behind him, he has a good reputation. Therefore, he never covets things from the common people. To be an upright official, he only has a wife and even a close servant He has no concubines, and no past of whoring. He wants to make himself a perfect person.

Yang Shaowei smiled and said, "I am afraid that Master Sun will be hard to reach in his life."

Sun Yunzhou was not angry, "Why don't Mr. Yang come here? Tell Sun to understand?"

Yang Shaowei changed his words: "Master Sun was born in a famous family, unlike in Xia, he was born in a small family in Xia. He was born destined to be a poor and widow scholar in the future. He married a wife and gave birth to children. What I think about next is just where I can go and have a meal."

"Master Sun probably never worried about this. You can raise Master Sun like this, but you are a person who wants to stay in history. You came from a famous family, I guessed it right?"

Sun Yunzhou: "So what? Young Master Yang went into office for fame and profit?"

Yang Shaowei smiled and shook his head: "It is neither for fame nor profit."

Sun Yunzhou: "Not for fame and fortune, but to build a heart for the world and life for the people?"

Yang Shaowei laughed: "Master Sun, I am inferior to Zhang Zai, how can He De compare with him? Do adults ever know what the outside world looks like now? And do you know why Hanyang has no power against our Fang Qiang army? Have you ever known how heart-stirring is when the sky changes its owner?!"

"Master Sun, after sitting in the well and watching the sky for a long time, I really thought that the sky was only that big."

"The South Bodhisattva is decisive in killing and decisive, governing the people to live and work in peace and contentment, knowing people and making good use of them, and employing people without doubt. I am fortunate to have a mentor. I am not afraid of you laughing. My mentor himself has said that he is jealous and small, but Nan Never doubt it."

Yang Shaowei: "If Master Sun insists on doing the right thing with Nan Bodhisattva, have you thought about the consequences?"

Sun Yunzhou: "Young Master Yang doesn't need to persuade him anymore. My Sun has made up his mind, so I won't change it in this lifetime.

Yang Shaowei glanced at Sun Yunzhou: "Master Sun remember this sentence."

Sun Yunzhou: "Never change."

Yang Shaowei left. After leaving Sun Mansion, he stood in front of the door, looking blankly at the door. He would make Sun Yunzhou regret and make Sun Yunzhou never look up in front of him.

Since Sun Yunzhou was unwilling to go down the ass, he waited, waiting for Sun Yunzhou himself, begging him to get Sun Yunzhou down the steps.

Yang Shaowei smiled at the corner of his mouth and turned to leave.

When Sun Yunzhou discovered that the people's support he relied on was not on his side, Yang Shaowei's goal was achieved.

"He really thought he was a good minister." Yang Shaowei cursed while drinking tea, "The name goes down in history? It's better to sing well. Why don't you go to bed all the time and see if your daydreams are done!"

The young man asked in a low voice, "Is there a countermeasure for the son?"

Yang Shaowei: "If there is no countermeasure, what shall I complain to you?"

Xiao Si breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that the son was unhappy these days.

After coming to Hanyang for so long, it’s hard to get reused, and he also encountered a tough bone. He didn't dare to provoke the son again, and quickly said: "You son need some snacks?"

Yang Shaowei took a deep breath: "Come here, and when I'm full, I will settle accounts with him."

The young man went down quickly, leaving Yang Shaowei alone in the house.

When Yang Shaowei was full and drank enough, he invited the people he brought with him to discuss the whole night. Several people slept in a room with clothes, and if they were thinking about it in the middle of the night, they called them up to continue the discussion.

The next day, the storyteller walked into the teahouse again and took to the street.

The common people don't have much entertainment on weekdays. If you can listen to books, that's a good pastime. The street people don't need money, and they are willing to give some rewards after the talk, and they can't do it.

People love to listen to the Three Kingdoms, or Farewell My Concubine, the bigger the battle, the more beautiful people, the better.

But this time the storyteller is no longer telling these familiar stories.

They began to talk about Hanyang, the history of Hanyang, and the great people who had been born in Hanyang, and praised Hanyang's water, soil and people.

Then the conversation turned around and began to criticize the Tianwan regime.

But their criticism was very tactful. They criticized Tian Wan for blinding the people, using them, and then hurting the people.

The people are very naive. Their way of thinking is almost a straight line. They think that what the storyteller said at the beginning is right, and then there is nothing wrong with it. After thinking about it carefully, it seems that after Xu Shouhui became the emperor, they were no better than the Yuan Dynasty. Times are better.

So Xu Shouhui became a faint ruler, and the courtier naturally became a servant.

"I want to tell him a truth, there will never be any good officials under the faint king." Yang Shaowei stood on the window sill, watching the people on the street surrounded by the storyteller, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "If you are a good minister, how can you follow the ignorance The prince? The laughter is also."

The author has something to say: Sun Yunzhou: "I'm just a bit heavy on face and thinking."