After all, when they made these lists this time, they discovered that there were too many similar people.

In fact, even the few officials and ministers standing outside seemed to agree... Who would want these people to compete with themselves for positions? As the officials said, these official positions are increasingly paying attention to the name and reality.

, those are all people with real power, and everyone has a feeling of being promoted. Why should these people directly blame themselves?

"I would like to resign as the chief of the secret pavilion and become the new chief of the public pavilion." Lu Haowen, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke. "I just want to concentrate on my original studies..."

"Xiangong Lu can be the chief of the public pavilion, but he must continue to be the chief of the secret pavilion." Zhao Jiu quickly waved his hand. "There are some things that I still need to have the final say on, Mr. Lu."

Lu Haowen nodded, and remained silent again. He didn't know if he was thinking about a new theorem of the original theory. The remaining people briefly discussed it, probably to ask the newspaper to cooperate and promote this public pavilion.

It’s so precious…and then the matter seemed to be settled in a simple way.

All of you who came today have a new errand, which is to draw up a list of ministers.

However, before that, there seems to be one more thing.

"Is that all there is?" Zhao Jiu touched another roster and couldn't believe it for a moment.

"Guan family." Zhao Ding and others had no choice but to stand up and face each other, and Lu Haowen also stood up. "I have no choice but to wait... The Jin people stopped at Huaihe River, Nanyang, Guanzhong, and Hebei

, Hedong is still occupied by the enemy, and Jingdong is newly restored, so in fact, only the three major areas of Guanzhong, Zhongyuan, and Huaishang can be used for valid statistics, and these three areas only say that they experienced many bandits, rebels, and Jin armies.

, officers and soldiers combing plows, how can we tell clearly?"

"What do you think of those entire towns in western Beijing that were massacred in the winter of the second year of Jianyan?" Zhao Jiu was still puzzled.

"So that the officials can know that since they were all slaughtered, where is the information left?" Zhao Ding became more and more helpless. "What's more, the household registration list has been re-determined after the land was cut off, and the military settlements and land were granted. The ministers and others can only record it.

There are only lists of cities and towns, and they have all been written down in the booklet... As for other places, in the name of the capital and the province, the ministers solicited local men and women who were martyrs for the anti-golden dynasty, but they could only get the names of the men and women who organized anti-golden martyrs at about a certain time in a certain year.

Rebels, so-and-so died in battle, but they are all well-known local wealthy people."

Zhao Jiu looked at the several thick volumes of meritorious service lists that he had just read... One volume contained the sacrifices and meritorious officials, that is, people like Li Ruoshui and Zhang Shuye; the other volume contained the sacrifices and meritorious generals.

That is to say, those who cultivate the way of teachers, and those who are given by the king; one volume is about the existing bureaucrats who are observing the festival, that is, many veteran bureaucrats in the court, including Han Xiaozhou; the other volume is about the existing noble and famous Confucian scholars who are guarding the festival, that is, Yan Shenggong

Those uncles and nephews... touched the thin list of men and women who were martyrs in their hands again, and then thought about the dense archways in the mountain temple after the battle in Yaoshan.

Even though he boasted that he had been used to many things in the past four or five years, he still felt ironic and sad at this moment.

Zhao Guanjia was silent for a long time while stroking this thin list. Several prime ministers, Yushi Zhongcheng, two ministers, and those outside the pavilion were also a little embarrassed... They are the real elites of the empire.

We all know the subjugation of a country and the world, the rise and fall of the people, and the suffering of the people. How can we not understand the embarrassment and desolation in this?

But the reality is so clear and simple that even a few sighs of emotion feel hypocritical... What can you do?

After a long pause, Zhao Jiu finally opened the list, and several ministers also sat down at his signal. But at this moment, Zhao Guanjia, who was staring at the list of the massacred towns in western Beijing on the first page, suddenly felt confused.

Thinking, then turned to face Yang Yizhong who was standing on the side outside the pavilion: "Zhengfu!"

"I'm here." Yang Yizhong was inexplicably flustered.

"Are there any prostitutes in the city?" Zhao Jiu asked seriously.

The whole pavilion was in commotion and chaos, and even Yang Yizhong was dumbfounded. Everyone knew that the two concubines were pregnant for a while, but how could they endure such absurd words from the dignitaries? But for some reason, a moment later, including Li Li, who was extremely angry.

With the light inside, everyone became strangely quiet.

Just like an infection, one person suddenly wakes up, and then these imperial elites quickly wake up and understand.
Chapter completed!