Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

The harassment in the border town became less and less, and Lin Yuan felt much more at ease.

In recent years, he has focused his attention on the border, in order to make the people more stable and prevent the border from being harassed all the time. Not to mention that the people can't live a peaceful life, and the merchants can't do business with peace of mind. With fewer experts, the cost of business has increased, and Lin Yuan feels distressed when collecting taxes—if the businessman doesn't hire so many experts, he can still collect a little more tax.

Since the border was stabilized, both inside and outside the government and the opposition are singing praises.

It is said that Lin Yuan is a hero descended from heaven.

But apart from the good news, there is also bad news, that is, Song Shizhao is dying.

In the past few years, Song Shizhao's physical condition has gone from bad to worse.

He was over 50 years old when he first followed Lin Yuan, and now he is a very old man.

These days, Lin Yuan has been calling attention to Song Shizhao's situation, and sent the best imperial physician in the palace there, but there is still no improvement. The imperial physician also said that what Song Shizhao suffers from is not an emergency, but a disease that everyone will have— — old and sick.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are hurdles that mortals cannot escape.

Erliang walked in from the door, as Lin Yuan reported Song Shizhao's situation, Lin Yuan hurried to the prime minister's mansion.

Song Shizhao is a very strange person. He seems to have no selfish desires, and he does not indulge in any pleasure. Although he lives in the Prime Minister's Mansion, the Prime Minister's Mansion was the official mansion of the Yuan Dynasty. He just simply repaired it and lived in it. There are no servants, only an old servant who has been with him.

For so many years, Song Shizhao has not married a wife, let alone a wife. There are no other women in the house except the cook and the shopping lady. He lives like an ascetic monk. According to the old servant, Song Shizhao even eats only Eat one dish and one meal.

Occasionally do not eat white rice, it is yellow noodles.

When Lin Yuan arrived, Song Shizhao kept panting on the bed. He was already thin, but now he was even thinner. When he saw Lin Yuan appearing, his eyes suddenly lit up!

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." Song Shizhao stretched out his hand and said with difficulty, "Forgive me, I can't... salute you..."

Lin Yuan walked up to Song Shizhao, squatted down, and held Song Shizhao's outstretched hand.

At this moment, he found that he couldn't keep Song Shizhao anymore, God wanted to take Song Shizhao away, there was nothing for mortals to do.

Song Shizhao looked at Lin Yuan, he grinned, the teeth in his mouth were almost lost, only a pair of front teeth stood upright.

The emperor was assisted up by him.

To this day, Song Shizhao feels that he is the luckiest person. In troubled times, with so many counselors and staff, how many of them really praised the people he followed?

No one else could do it, but Song Shizhao did it!With this alone, even if he dies, he should die laughing!

But he couldn't bear it. He watched the growth of this emperor with his own eyes. He watched the young man huddled in a small village, and then watched the young man ignite his ambition, gradually conquering the city and becoming the current emperor.

He was really reluctant, he felt that he could live for another few decades and die with his emperor.

But God will not give him so much time.

Song Shizhao's fingers moved. His words were a bit leaky, but he still tried his best to enunciate each word clearly: "Your Majesty, the Mongolian side should be gentle, and now is not the time. The barbarians can do business, but we must not let them Get any of our tech."

This time Lin Yuan didn't call himself Zhen. He looked into Song Shizhao's eyes and said seriously, "I know, sir."

Song Shizhao coughed desperately, Lin Yuan stretched out his hand to pat him on the back, and Song Shizhao said after recovering, "Your Majesty, Zheng Qingfeng is available after I die. For the best."

"Others... other people don't have to think about it, he, they are either lacking in character, or they are both right and left."

Lin Yuan: "I know."

Song Shizhao smiled at Lin Yuan.

His Majesty, he looked at the grown-up Majesty, is he already this age?

But he feels that he is still young, and he still has a lot to do.

Song Shizhao's eyes were empty, he thought of a long time ago, when he was still on the mountain.

There is no time in the mountains. He and his brothers read and practice calligraphy every day. They couldn't afford paper and pens, so they wrote on the soil with their fingers, or carved words like in ancient times, and their hands were bloody.

The elders told them that only by learning more can they restore the orthodoxy and reproduce the Song Dynasty in the future.

At that time, like his brothers, he hoped that one day he would go down the mountain and find the legacy of the royal family, so that he could show what he had learned so that he could live up to studying hard since he was a child.

If the present Song Shizhao were to say, the fallen dynasty would not have to lift it up again.

Only new, new dynasties, new people, and new emperors can truly allow them to show their value.

But time passed day by day, and the elders died one by one, and the hearts of the brothers became more active.

They are all young and energetic, why do they live in such a deep mountain and old forest? The first cousin sneaked down the mountain at night. So far Song Shizhao has not found him, and he is probably already dead.

With the first one, the rest have left one after another.

If it wasn't because he was the only one left in the end, he still didn't want to go down the mountain.

Because the mountain is not chaotic enough.

To be extremely chaotic, his appearance will have more weight.

Song Shizhao remembered the past, with a smile on his lips, Lin Yuan didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Later, he had no money, no food, and was caught by a businessman in the wild. At first, he didn't know what he was going to do, and he didn't know what he would do in the future. That was the first time Song Shizhao felt the word fear.

He is not afraid of death, what he is afraid of is that his death is worthless, no one knows Song Shizhao, no one knows that he has prepared for this troubled world for nearly a lifetime!

If he died, he would not be able to leave his name in history, and he would not even be a laughing stock.

When he was brought to the village, Song Shizhao heaved a sigh of relief. He was willing to be a coolie and to work. As long as he was not allowed to die, he still had hope.

He survived, and he didn't starve to death, nor was he beaten to death. He could eat as long as he worked, and he didn't have to work all day long, because the people in the village took good care of him when he was old.

It was also at that time that he noticed the owner of the village.

In his eyes, Lin Yuan was innocent, weak and young.

But at that time, Lin Yuan had a strange cruelty in his innocence.

Song Shizhao looked at the various orders issued by Lin Yuan, and figured it out by himself, and found that this order can be called "the one who obeys lives, and the one who disobeys dies".

He is ruthless and doesn't talk about friendship.

Even the laws of the imperial court have never been beyond human feelings.

For such a village master, Song Shizhao only felt that his blood was boiling. He urgently needed to find a master for himself to assist him, achieve him, and realize his self-worth. He took a risky move.

Then he was caught by Lin Yuan, and that was the first time he spoke to the young village master.

There was scrutiny and suspicion on the young man's face.

His gaze was cold and heartless, as if he was not looking at a person, but an object, to see how much the object was worth, and whether it was worth it for him to reach out and take it down.

Perhaps Lin Yuan himself didn't know what kind of expression he had at that time.

But Song Shizhao remembered it clearly. After so many years, he never forgot it for a moment.

Then he followed Lin Yuan and became a counselor. At the beginning, Lin Yuan used him, but he didn't believe him.

At that time, he was full of confidence, and felt that Lin Yuan would soon believe in him, because he truly believed in Lin Yuan as his master.

Song Shizhao felt that the relationship between a monarch and his ministers was like that between a husband and wife. The husband can be fickle, but the wife must be loyal.

Although he felt that this reasoning was really unreasonable, it was useful, because wives lived by their husbands, and courtiers lived by the emperor.

He must be more faithful than a wife who loves her husband deeply.

Only in this way can he climb higher and gain Lin Yuan's trust.

Song Shizhao thought it was unbelievable when he thought about the past. He actually assisted Lin Yuan to become the emperor, and he himself became the prime minister. Even when he was young and frivolous, he did not dare to imagine such a day.

If he hadn't met Lin Yuan at that time, perhaps he would have died a long time ago, either as a person or a dead heart.

Talent is talent when it is useful, if not, it's bullshit.

He watched His Majesty change from an immature young man to a tough young man, from innocent cruelty to mature cruelty, every change of His Majesty made him feel happy.

"Your Majesty..." Song Shizhao opened his mouth and said, "After I die, bury me in the capital. I...I want to stay here and watch Your Majesty..."

Lin Yuan said softly: "Yes, don't worry."

Song Shizhao said again: "Zheng Qingfeng, Ke, Ke Ke."

Lin Yuan shook his hand: "After you leave, I will abolish the position of Prime Minister. You are my first and only Prime Minister."

Song Shizhao opened his mouth wide, panting non-stop, his tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, he opened and closed his mouth countless times before he said: "Chen, thank you, thank you Lord Long En..."

"In this life..." Song Shizhao looked at Lin Yuan, "It's worth it."

Lin Yuan said again: "I will build a university in your name, your wealth will be used as a scholarship, and countless students will receive your favor. After a hundred years, people will still remember you."

Song Shizhao's hands trembled violently, and he finally couldn't help crying: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... I don't want to die..."

"Your Majesty, the old minister still wants, still wants to follow you again."

Lin Yuan: "In the next life, you will still be my prime minister."

Song Shizhao smiled uglier than crying: "Your Majesty, don't do it when the time comes, don't be disgusted with the elders."

Lin Yuan said with a smile: "When you were with me in your life, you were not young, you were as old as old Cai Bangzi."

Song Shizhao looked at Lin Yuan's face deeply, as if he wanted to engrave this face on his three souls and six souls, and remember it in his next life.

Lin Yuan said softly, "Sir, don't worry."

Song Shizhao was moved by Lin Yuan's hand, and he said, "Your Majesty, the old minister is leaving first..."