[Group Wearing Song Dynasty] The Glory of the Sky

Liu Xi's brain froze for a few seconds.

He, Liu Xi, the former mayor of Jiangyin Town, now the head of the state of Lin, could only feel a buzzing in his head at this moment when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his face.

It was the first time in this life that someone kneeled on one knee and looked up at her like this! ! !

If you freeze here again, you will really be seen by your colleagues! ! !

Liu Xi raised his hand and patted his head, threw out a bunch of messy things in his mind, raised his hand and grabbed his elbow to pull him up.

Xin Qiji neither stayed where he was, nor stood up immediately, but asked again: "Is it okay?"

Liu Xi thought that young people nowadays are really getting more and more difficult to deal with, so he just ordered: "Come with me."

The car left the agricultural park, drove all the way north, and returned to the government area.

He took him to swipe his fingerprints into the Senate, and found an empty office all the way upstairs, and closed the door behind him when he entered.

Xin Qiji sat across from him very consciously, thinking that he was really messing around too.

The emperor didn't have any airs, and he began to habitually treat him as an ordinary person.

But when Liu Xun looked serious, he would still subconsciously put himself in the position of a commoner.

"Xin Qiji." Liu Xi casually pulled over the whiteboard next to him, raised his hand to take an oil-based pen, and looked back at him: "I don't care what your starting point is—but first you have to understand one thing."

"Some knowledge, you may not be able to accept it at all."

Xin Qiji looked at the whiteboard, probably understanding what he was referring to.

Sometimes when he looks in the mirror, he wonders how it is possible for a human to be transformed from a monkey, and how there are cells in a human body that he cannot touch at all.

"I don't mind teaching you, and I don't mind if you still choose to return to Song after the teaching."

Liu Xi looked at him and said, "But, you may not be able to accept what you want to learn."

"Mr. Liu," Xin Qiji tried to stand up and salute again, expressing his sincerity: "I—"

"Don't kneel!" Liu Xi took a step back reflexively, and instinctively raised his hands as if surrendering: "If you have something to say, don't kneel! Neither can Yali!"

Xin Qiji blinked, then sat back obediently.

Liu Xi himself doesn't like to play nurturing games, and it's not that he is in a hurry to find an ancient person to play teacher-student games.

He has been thinking about how to get along with everything in this time and space, and how to develop his country.

"My office is short of a secretary. If you come to help, you can get the corresponding salary - but only the basic basic salary will be given during the probationary period." Liu Xi rubbed his brows and said, "You can read all the political reference books in my office. You can also ask me when I am free."

Xin Qiji was startled, and subconsciously said: "Then sign a one-year contract first? When the time is up, I will return to Song Kingdom?"

Liu Zi opened his eyes, and said unhurriedly: "Whether the probationary period can pass or not is a question."

Xin Qiji knew all these words, and when he found that he could understand what he said, he even had a sense of joy that he had stepped on the knowledge point.

He was young, full of curiosity and thirst for knowledge about new things and unknown fields.

"Mr. Liu, why do you say that I can't bear it?"

Liu Xun stared at him for a few seconds, then said meaningfully: "Do you want to know?"

This sentence even has a bit of bewitching meaning.

When Liu Xi said this, he just felt that he was holding out the Pandora's box, testing whether he would open it or not.

Xin Qiji's mind was still echoing all kinds of heresies such as 'humans are transformed from monkeys'. He was silent for a long time before he nodded.

"So, let's talk about the first question."

Liu Zi turned around and wrote about their dynasties before the Song Dynasty.

Although there were no systematic history books at this point in time, Long Mu and Zhao Qingyu organized students to translate and edit ancient books, and a large amount of systematic information had been sorted out.

His handwriting is neither like regular script nor running cursive, and his writing is wanton and flamboyant, but his strokes are clear.

"Xia, Shang and Zhou, Spring and Autumn and Warring States, Han, Wei, Jin, and Tang and Song Dynasties." He looked at Xin Qiji, breaking apart complicated terms in his mind: "Tell me, when did Confucianism start?"

Xin Qiji didn't expect that he would come up to discuss things about Song.

Originally thought that Liu Xi would talk about the history and politics of their country and explain why they did not have an emperor.

"At the end of the Spring and Autumn Period, Confucius rose up."

Confucius compiled "Spring and Autumn" and revised "Six Classics", which gave life to Confucianism.

"And then, the first emperor burned books and buried Confucianism, and the Han Dynasty deposed all schools of thought and only respected Confucianism. Is this true?"

Liu Xun paused, and only asked: "Let me ask you, Dong Zhongshu said, 'Use the catastrophic changes in "Spring and Autumn" to push yin and yang, so he went wrong." watch?"

Xin Qiji instinctively wanted to respond to him in a Confucian way, telling him 'seeing a turtle, moving the four bodies', but all the answers got stuck in his throat.

Dong Zhongshu's theory talks about the interaction between heavenly affairs and human affairs. If the emperor does evil and is not good, the gods will send punishment and disaster.

Correspondingly, the reason why the emperor was able to sit in this position was the result of God's choice and could not be questioned.

This is also something that Xin Qiji believed deeply in the past.

However, even if he only finished geography in the first grade of junior high school, all his cognitions were subverted.

Seeing that he didn't make a sound, Liu Zi froze there, took out the PAD and glanced at the information compiled on it, and said gently: "'The calamity is the punishment of the sky, and the strange is the power of the sky'. This That's what you say too."

"Xin Qiji, earthquakes and floods, what caused them?"

The young man sat across the table and murmured, "Because of the movement of the earth's crust and the amount of precipitation."

Neither because of the sins and misbehavior of the king, nor because of the gods.

Xin Qiji didn't want to believe these truths at first, but Zhao Qingyu didn't give him the knowledge, nor did Liu Xun deliberately guide him to read the knowledge.

One night after another, he watched the analysis video of the crustal structure in the PAD, looked at the shape of the universe and the earth, and looked at the potholes on the surface of the moon.

How can I still sing toad laurel and laugh at Chang'e and Wu Gang!

That silver plate-like moon turned out to be a planet, or a lonely planet like an isolated island!

Many things he believes in are constantly collapsing——

And this is why I always want to escape from here in my heart.

"Heaven-human interaction cannot exist, and there is no need to talk about the divine right of the king." Liu Xi said flatly: "Although your emperors all said that when they were born, the room was full of strange lights, and there were clouds and clouds on the roof-but from biological From the perspective of meteorology, it is also nonsense."

He glanced at the dazed and even helpless look of the young man, and suddenly felt that he was a little cruel.

"And your Confucianism has changed again and again in the past few hundred years. Do you really think that this is orthodox?"

"Please wait."

Xin Qiji looked at him with a somewhat depressed tone.

"If I want to learn real statecraft from you, I want to understand what you call politics and science."

"Do I...have to give up these?"

"I have to admit, these are all fake, are they all wrong?"

"Of course not."

The young man's pupils narrowed, and he could hardly believe his words.

At this moment, Liu Xi only felt that he was playing the role of a priest.

But as long as he reads more books in the future, he will understand that today's things are actually very simple things.

"You'an." He said slowly, "The first principle you need to understand is that the economic base determines the superstructure."

What kind of productivity there is, and what kind of political system there is.

He opened the tablet and showed the young man the time when the primitive man drank blood: "Look, do these people understand Zhou Lizhi?"

They don't need to.

It is because of the development of productivity and the improvement of economic level that people need more and more effective systems to restrain and manage the ever-expanding groups.

Although Xin Qiji's mind was in a mess, his comprehensible speed was still very fast.

He suddenly felt that the people of Linguo looked at them from the Song Dynasty in the same way that the people of the Song Dynasty looked at people from the Xia and Shang Dynasties.

When I was chatting with my friends, I joked that if I brought today's gunpowder and Liannu to the Shang Dynasty, I am afraid that I would be horrified like a heavenly man.

I didn't expect that now it was my turn to experience this experience.

"All cultures and systems have their own meaning of existence, but you have to understand one thing." Liu Xi leaned forward slightly, staring into his eyes and said: "Confucianism, while being an ideological system, is also a kind of political tool."

"The three cardinal guides and five permanent principles, and the Taoism of destiny are all because the king wants to hold on to power."

These things are the shackles set by the ancient emperors in order to control this country.

The cultural value and humanistic feelings are true.

However, the emperors of all dynasties vigorously promoted these theories in order to develop their power and hold their scepter tightly.

"When you're studying by yourself, it's useless to just look at science knowledge."

"Science can sharpen everyone into a blade at their fingertips, but only when you are enlightened in liberal arts can you know in whose hands your blade is held."

Liu Xi stayed on the PAD page on the cover of 'Personal Education Edition "Politics", got up and patted him on the shoulder, and said slowly, "Let's preview well."

"After three or 10 minutes, I will come down to sign the contract by myself, and I will not wait if it is overdue."

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When Xin Qiji came down, his eyes were a little red.

It's not enough to cry, it's just that there are too many concepts that have been impacted in my mind, and I won't be able to recover for a while.

He stood alone in the corridor of the Senate Hall where people came and went, not knowing where he should go.

"Mr. Xin?" A 1.5-meter-old girl raised her head and said, "I'm Secretary Sun, please come with me."

Liu Xi has already gone back to Jiangyin Town for a meeting, and the main affairs here are coordinated and organized by Hu Fei and her.

Xin Qiji looked at the little girl, and followed her in a little surprise.

Huaguo is flexible and flexible in personnel management. Even the leaders of the town government can assign any number of secretaries—provided that the performance can prove that the existence of these secretaries can be affirmed.

If the performance cannot be proved, the leader can write down the work priorities and project plan to apply, and there is a probability of being approved.

It's just that now that Liu Xi has become the head of state, let alone a secretary, following the Song Dynasty's style, it is not considered a reckless move to ask ten people to come and fan him every day.

Sun Ci had previously learned that this was an intern from the Song Dynasty, and he might not be able to use keyboards and the like. Although he had a headache, he was very patient.

Liu Yuanshou must have had his intentions in doing this.

"This is the head of state's office, and next to it is the secretary's office." She indicated to him which table to sit at, and gave him the key: "There are currently three people in the office, and the other Secretary Hu has something to go out today and hasn't come back yet."

Although Secretary-General Sun always raised his head when he spoke, he still had to stand on tiptoe occasionally to hold things.

But her conversation was very orderly, and her eyes were calm and calm.

Such a delicate and slender girl actually works as an errand in the Senate, and it seems that she is still in a very important position, which is really strange.

Sun Ci has long been used to other people's expressions of suspicion or scrutiny towards her, so he just pulled a keyboard over and ordered: "I don't care about the meeting arrangement and document arrangement for the time being - did you see this call? Didn't learn the keyboard Before, I used notes on the content of the call and how to answer it. I have sorted it out and put it in this book."

Is this... an errand?

Xin Qiji subconsciously picked up the phone receiver, touched the keyboard again, nodded and said: "I will do it well."

"My code name is 0102. If you don't understand, you can ask me with a semicolon at any time." Sun Ci patted his shoulder on tiptoe and said seriously: "I arrive at seven o'clock every morning, and I may not be able to leave work on time at night. Learn slowly." .”

The probationary period is four months, and if you pass, you can work here for one year.

A year later, no matter what, he himself would go back to Song Kingdom once.

Up to now, Xin Qiji's purpose of going back to Hangzhou for a visit has become very complicated.

He can't fully understand his situation and intentions, and he is even attracted by things in the neighboring country every second.

Because of this, he set himself a thing that must be done.

Going back is to stay awake, and only after contacting both sides can I understand what I want to choose.

May is almost here, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter.

Kong Zhiyao mixed in the team, and looked a little anxiously at Secretary Hu, who was leading the team.

Why haven't I been assigned to myself, what a inkblot.

"Kong Zhiyao—" Hu Fei looked up at the names on the list and said, "Go to the Ministry of Construction."

Hu Fei didn't need to take care of these things at first, but the boss ordered that the Senate is short of people, and when other departments are short of manpower, he will help a little more, and then pay overtime pay - this kind of thing that does good deeds and gets paid, of course he won't miss it.

A tall boy in the crowd walked quickly to his side, dressed very formally, and even tied a black tie.

Apparently, the boy thought he would go to work in a government building, but he was taken to this city of Yangzhou.

The Senate House used to be the Yamen of Zhizhou, and later Li Luan presided over the construction of a new building in the backyard. In order to ensure work efficiency and quality, the appearance was not particular.

Moreover, there are only a few rooms and conference rooms with air conditioning, and the facilities in other places are relatively simple.

Because of this, Kong Zhiyao's close-fitting suit and shiny leather shoes looked quite out of place.

Hu Fei sized him up and was about to say something when a cold female voice suddenly came from beside him: "Kong Zhiyao, come with me."

As soon as the boy looked up, he saw a glamorous Yujie standing next to Secretary Hu.

The black crocodile-skin pointed high-heeled shoes glowed coldly, and the red lips were somewhat solemn and dark.

Her skin is fair and her eyes are dark.

Yes, it was the woman who killed the tiger with three shots!

Before he had time to say hello, Li Luan turned around and left, leaving no time for nonsense.

"This is your Minister Li, go over there quickly." Hu Fei smiled and patted the kid, feeling a stick of incense in his heart.

Kong Zhiyao followed in a panic, wanting to say something to her.

The Internet in Jiangyin Township has not been restored now, but the government heard that there is an intranet—can you ask her for a WeChat account?

It wasn't until the two of them entered the gate of the Ministry of Construction that Kong Zhiyao realized that it was unusually quiet here.

The desks are full of materials and drawings, but there are only three or four people sitting in their positions and working hard, and the only silence is the sound of keyboards and mice.

Everyone else went out to investigate?

"Come here." Li Luan hooked his fingers and motioned him to a certain desk: "Did you see this?"

"The two-hour meeting report, and 4 pages of working documents, were summarized on A[-] paper within three pages, and handed over to Secretary Sun after I passed the review."

This - so much?

Kong Zhiyao asked in a daze, "When will it be handed in?"

"Tomorrow, Head of State Liu will come back to check the work progress, and Sun Ci will give him this document." Li Luan glanced at his watch: "It's 03:30 in the afternoon, and you still have seventeen hours."

"Go to the database to check the format and main points by yourself, and don't come to me if you haven't finished writing." She glanced up and asked pointedly: "I originally wanted to be a student who went to the University of Gladstone, and the basic document arrangement is still Can it be done?"

Kong Zhiyao's back felt numb when she saw it, and he instinctively replied: "Do it, you can do it!"

Li Luanxu nodded, and went back to his office, leaving him here alone.

The young man bit the bullet and looked around, but couldn't find any kind-hearted people who could help, so he could only sit in front of the computer and start looking at the documents like a dead horse doctor.

He probably knew what it meant—the content of the text was a summary of the work of the Ministry of Construction for the past month, as well as the agenda for the next month.

But he has no relevant foundation, and he is confused about the correspondence between the urban construction and engineering bureaus. At this time, it is quite strenuous to extract key information.

Originally, I thought that the Senate was a place that was far from human fireworks, and the people inside should be talking about some high-end speech skills such as systems and policies. In front of a group of classmates, I pretended to be aggressive.

As for the letter of recommendation, Kong Zhiyao was flustered with anticipation, but at the same time he knew how much money he had, so he couldn't dare to curry favor with Li Luan at this moment, so he could only work hard.

There was no one to look for him when it was supper time.

Kong Zhiyao sighed, thinking that he really came to be a coolie, went down to the cafeteria, took a couple of mouthfuls of food, and then rolled back to work overtime.

No wonder the salary of the people in the Senate is so high...

Co-authors are risking their lives to make money.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the people who went out to monitor the progress of the project and survey the situation of the site came back one after another.

Only a few people greeted him or gave him a few words of advice in a friendly manner, but most of them continued to work non-stop and overtime like fish jumping back into the sea.

Sometimes when Kong Zhiyao was tired of writing documents, he quietly glanced at the people around him, and his heart sank more and more.

It was getting late, and there was no one who wanted to go back.

Are they all Iron Man, won't they get tired?

It wasn't until nine o'clock in the evening that the first document was barely finished.

Kong Zhiyao just felt that brain cells had never died so quickly—science always has the right answer, and he didn't know what answer he could get when he did all the paperwork.

Probably because he instinctively sensed Minister Li's aura of calmness and prestige, the boy became more considerate and asked a young lady with a kind face to help him refer to the document.

Unexpectedly, the young lady took a red pen, circled and quoted, and changed all three sheets of paper——

There are too many omissions, and the summary is not accurate. In short, it needs to be typed back and rewritten.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the second copy was rushed out.

Kong Zhiyao can usually play with his mobile phone under the quilt until three or four in the morning, and his eyelids are heavy from sleepiness at this time.

But Minister Li seemed to be sleeping in the office, and he didn't come out for dinner or take a stroll.

He yawned, thinking that it would be similar if he traveled back in time to be the emperor—just criticizing papers could make people fall on the dragon chair.

The three sheets of paper were printed out again. The boy patted his face to prepare himself, walked to the door of the minister's office and knocked on the door.

"Enter."

Kong Zhiyao walked to her side cautiously, caught a glimpse of the complicated architectural drawings on the computer screen, and whispered: "It's finished."

Don't scold too much... please please...

Li Luan lowered his head and picked up a pen, drawing marks and symbols while reading. He finished reading three pages in one minute, handed him the document directly, and continued to draw the city planning map without batting an eyelid.

It was as if Kong Zhiyao just came in to pour her a glass of water.

The boy was stunned for a long time, then retreated awkwardly.

At home, he is the treasure of his parents, and at school he is also the leader of the class who is in the limelight.

As soon as he arrived in this office, he realized that he was nothing.

The leader didn't even look at him, and still wants a WeChat?Go dreaming.

When Liu Xi came back, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Xin Qiji had already gone back to sleep, and Sun Ci was still in the office.

"What are you looking at?" He put down his briefcase, yawned and said, "Tomorrow, I have an appointment with the Bureau of Money to discuss matters of national defense."

"I was almost busy just now, and I was cleaning up the candidates' materials."

Sun Ci squatted next to the shredder and let out a hush.

"Da Liu, look at this—there are seven moles growing next to this man's eyes, just like the Big Dipper."