After rebirth, I joined forces with my mortal enemy to seek revenge.

Pei Jiaoran glanced at Jia Gonglu and curled her lips. She had seen the displeasure in his eyes. After the burning of books in Jiangling, even though Yang Sui collected the books, the war at the end of the Sui Dynasty still caused a large number of ancient books to be lost.

Those who are not from aristocratic families can only ask booksellers to read books. The books they get are mostly incomplete or compiled by people at that time. Those who are from aristocratic families have more experience because of the books they have collected at home, and they can show their talents in the court. Therefore, they are often envied by poor families, and the contradiction between the two also comes from this.

The matter of collecting books mentioned today is indeed beneficial to the country and the people, but it is definitely not a credit that can be taken by one person. If you want to accomplish this, you must pay the corresponding price, and how can you seize the family property of the aristocratic family?

"Since Prime Minister Pei feels that this matter should be handled jointly by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Royal Highness the Prince of Wu. Then I will write a memorial, and please attach your names to the memorial. We will write the memorial together." Jia Gonglu said with a smile.

After he finished speaking, Jia Gonglu turned around and looked at Pei Jiaoran, his eyes calm and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry.

Noticing Jia Gonglu's gaze, Pei Jiaoran turned his eyes and looked over. In an instant, his gaze changed from calm to a slight smile.

Soon, the scribe brought the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone. Jia Gonglu smiled at everyone and started writing. When the writing was finished, he asked the scribe to hand the newly written memorial to everyone for signature.

Pei Jiaoran lowered his head and glanced at the contents of the memorial, took a deep breath, and then smiled and stamped the seal of the Minister of the Central Secretariat on the memorial.

"Mr. Pei didn't sign his name?" Jia Gonglu asked in surprise.

"Of course." Pei Jiaoran wrote his name on the memorial with a pen, "Stamp it with the seal, so that His Majesty can see our painstaking efforts."

Within the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, the blank spaces on the memorial were filled with the names of those who were in the Council of State today.

"I hope that Your Majesty can understand our painstaking efforts." Jia Gonglu bowed in the direction of Lizheng Hall, "I will go and present the memorial to Your Majesty right away. Please return to the government office first and wait for good news."

After everyone left, only Pei Jiaoran, Jia Gonglu and Cen Xi were left behind in the room.

Standing up and gathering his sleeves, Pei Jiaoran glanced at Jia Gonglu with a half-smile, "His Royal Highness the Prince of Wu is about to open his palace, I'm afraid you, Jia Gong, will be busy."

Just as he was about to get up and leave, Jia Gonglu raised his head and glanced at her. "Could it be that Prime Minister Pei is planning to go to the army to help the King of Wu? Or does he have another candidate to recommend?"

"How dare I? I'm just asking casually." Pei Jiaoran bowed calmly, "The Secretariat still has some matters to report to Prime Minister Su. I'll take my leave."

As soon as he stepped out of the room, Cen Xi behind him also stood up.

"Mr. Pei, let's go together." Cen Xi said with a smile.

The two of them went out together and stood under the corridor of the Government Hall.

Cen Xi stroked his beard and said, "I got a jar of good tea recently. Mr. Pei is from the south, and there are many more ways to drink tea than in the north. Why don't you come with me to taste tea in the province of the sect."

"Since Lord Cen has invited me, then I will do it." Pei Jiaoran smiled and said, "It's just that I haven't made tea for a long time, Lord Cen, please don't despise me."

As soon as the two of them arrived at the Ministry of Personnel, they went straight to the public quarters on the second floor that belonged to the Ministry of Personnel. Before entering the house, Cen Xi ordered the servants to guard the door and not allow anyone to disturb them.

Motioning Pei Jiaoran to sit down, Cen Xi rummaged through the small cabinet to find a set of tea sets, and took out a small tea ball from the small drawer. He pushed all the things in front of Pei Jiaoran.

Pei Jiaoran lowered his head and glanced at the small ball of tea in front of him, then picked it up with silver tweezers and put it into a small bowl.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult to stop the collection of books." Cen Xi said.

Slowly crushing the tea ball, Pei Jiaoran said: "I didn't intend to stop Jia Gonglu from collecting books. But he wanted to save this reputation for the King of Wu, which is absolutely impossible."

Looking over, he saw the tea ball being gradually crushed into powder under Pei Jiaoran's strength. Seeing her concentration, Cen Xi raised his eyebrows, "So that's why you suggested that the prince should be included? You should know that although collecting books is beneficial to the country and the people, it is a job that offends people."

"That's right. Because it will offend people, more people need to take the risk. Only in this way can the benefits be reasonably distributed to each participant, rather than concentrated on just one person." Pei Jiaoran raised the corners of his lips slightly.

Collecting books is a trend. She even speculated that Jia Gonglu had already mentioned this to the Emperor of Wei. But the Emperor of Wei had not responded yet. In order to save the reputation of the King of Wu, he asked the Minister of the Honglu Temple to make this matter clear.

She thought that the Emperor of Wei would agree as soon as he saw the memorial. She waited until then, hoping that the court officials would agree with her. Only in this way could the decree be smoothly implemented.

The emperor and his ministers all had their own plans, and they hit it off immediately. But even so, they could not shake the ruling family.

"The descendants of noble families occupy high positions, while the talented and talented are relegated to lower positions. Mr. Pei, how long do you think it will take to collect books and make the classics of the noble families known to the world?" Cen Xi asked.

Without answering Cen Xi immediately, Pei Jiaoran carefully poured the tea foam into a bottle of Ruyi Lotus Petal Pattern Tea Sieve and sifted it carefully. After a while, he said, "At least you and I can't do that while we are alive. In the Jin Dynasty, the Nine-Rank System blocked the path of the common people, and the imperial examination has only been established for a hundred years. Classes still exist, and the aristocratic families can still rely on the power they control to quietly exploit and get the benefits of the entire court system. They can also infiltrate the education of the academy through a large amount of money and classics. Do you want to break the barriers they set up just by collecting books? When Jiangling burned 140,000 volumes of books, the barriers were not broken because of that."

As he finished speaking, he heard the water boiling. Pei Jiaoran raised his hand to take the water bottle from the stove and poured water into the cup. The tea floated like thousands of piles of snow.

Pushing the ordered tea in front of Cen Xi, Pei Jiaoran smiled slightly, "Please taste it, Mr. Cen."

The aroma of tea lingered in front of the table. Cen Xi took a sip of tea. "The tea is fragrant and clear, and it tastes like a thousand flavors when it enters the throat. Good craftsmanship."

Looking up at Cen Xi, Pei Jiaoran said, "It's just a trivial skill, not worth mentioning. But anything in this world that involves a lot of things cannot be accomplished overnight, and requires more patience. Just like when I make tea, I can't be too anxious or impatient, miss the right opportunity, and can't be distracted. Only in this way can this tea soup be made."

White mist rises from the tea and lingers in front of you.

"It seems that you have a long way to go. But if Your Majesty approves, even if the Crown Prince and King Wu are together, King Wu will benefit the most. A large number of poor scholars defecting to King Wu may not be a good thing for us and the Crown Prince, right?"

Pei Jiaoran smiled as he sipped his tea. "Poor families can also be aristocratic families, and aristocratic families can also become poor families. However, after three hundred years of chaos, the aristocratic families still cannot be eliminated. The ruling of the aristocratic families does not rely on surnames and bloodlines, but on whether there are talents within the family. For example, the Wang family of Langya was once prosperous, but after the death of Wang Dao and Wang Yunzhi, it immediately declined. Then the court of the Eastern Jin Dynasty was ruled by the three families of Yu, Huan, and Xie in turn. After the three Xies and two Huans died one after another, the aristocratic families had no more talents to use, and the Eastern Jin Dynasty was in chaos again, and eventually they declined one after another. Now the poor families headed by Jia Gonglu have already shown their butcher knives. If the high families such as the Cui family do not show their best abilities when facing a crisis, they can only become the laughing stock of future generations like the Wang family of Langya."