Chapter 349: Unification of the world!

'This doesn't seem to be necessarily true.'

Zhang Jie's brain cells turned, as if a blind monk had discovered a blind spot.

He wasn't sure if Song Qinzong Zhao Huan had any survival skills, but his old father Zhao Ji definitely did.

Unlike Song Renzong, who was evaluated as "knowing nothing else, only knowing how to be an emperor,"

Zhao Ji was completely his opposite textbook, known by later generations as "knowing everything except being an emperor."

Zhao Ji was proficient in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and even had accomplishments in the sport of cuju.

Leaving aside cuju, which he couldn't run anymore because of his age,

and not mentioning zither and chess, which were too high-brow and didn't have much of a market,

Zhao Ji wrote a good calligraphy and painted a good painting.

Even in the calligraphy world where stars were shining, with Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion,"

and Yan Zhenqing and Liu Zongyuan's Yan tendons and Liu bones as pearls before them,

Zhao Ji's self-created thin gold style could also occupy a place.

Just by his calligraphy, he could make a living by copying books and writing letters for others.

As for the problem that he might not be able to let go of his face.

Well, he could live for more than ten years after the country was broken and the family destroyed, causing the eternal shame of the Jingkang Incident,

so mere copying books for others was just a small scene.

Didn't you see that Zhang Jie wiped out all his imperial daughters, and he not only had no thoughts,

but was complacent because his life had a bit more guarantee.

For such a shameless guy, even Zhang Jie, who claimed to have experienced several worlds,

and could be considered knowledgeable, felt a bit speechless.

Or rather, a weirdo like Zhao Ji, who might only have one in the myriad worlds, was one of his many insights…

"Your Majesty, great joy, great joy!"

While Zhang Jie was slandering Zhao Ji in his heart, Wang Lun rushed into the banquet hall, holding a telegram high.

"What is the matter that makes the Prime Minister so happy?"

The other officials saw Wang Lun like this and couldn't help but lower their heads, turn their heads, and whisper.

Although this Left Prime Minister of the Secretariat was a failed scholar who became a bandit, how should I put it…

Well, it was relatively narrow, but after becoming one of the Great Gan's prime ministers, he became deeply revered,

and became more and more unreadable. What exactly was it that made him disregard his image so much?

Zhang Jie also became interested and asked with a smile:

"What happy event does the beloved minister have to report to me?"

"Your Majesty, great joy!

"A telegram has arrived from Jiangnan; the last rebel warlord holding out in Panyu has surrendered. My Great Gan has unified the world!"

Wang Lun held the telegram in his hand high with a face full of joy and reported.

"Oh, has the last rebel king also surrendered?"

Hearing this news, even with Zhang Jie's city, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Your Majesty, telegram."

Li Dequan, who had always been very insightful, quickly took the telegram from Wang Lun and presented it to Zhang Jie.

Zhang Jie took the telegram and browsed it carefully, and the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked slightly.

Although it took more than ten days for Fang La to rush from Hangzhou to Bianjing,

the news of his surrender to the Great Gan had already been spread throughout Jiangnan by spies from all sides,

and Wu Song's Brocade Guard made a negligible contribution to this.

With him, the number one rebel king with the largest power in Jiangnan, as an example,

coupled with Song Wan's bombardment that captured Jiangnan's number one city, Jiangning,

which is Jin Ling, Nanjing, the many rebel kings in Jiangnan were terrified day and night, and with no other choice, they all chose to surrender.

Just today, the delegation led by Qin Gui recruited the last rebel king in the southernmost Panyu

(which is modern-day Guangdong).

Up to this point, even if there were still some small-scale roving bandits in Jiangnan,

there were no longer any established or large-scale separatist forces,

and the Great Gan became the undisputed master of this land.

In other words, since the Great Song, the Great Gan had once again unified China.

"We congratulate the Great Gan, we congratulate Your Majesty!

Long live Your Majesty, may our Great Gan last ten thousand years!"

Looking at the smiling Zhang Jie, the officials knew the authenticity of the information Wang Lun gave,

and they all rose from behind their desks, bowed and congratulated Zhang Jie in the main seat in unison.

At this time, no matter which camp they belonged to, whether they were civil officials, military generals,

or eunuchs who could only exist in the inner court, they were all full of joy.

Although they had different positions within the Great Gan, they were all people of the Great Gan,

and the Great Gan's growth and unification of the world was in the interest of all of them.

After all, even if you want to suck blood from this tree of the Great Gan,

only when this big tree becomes bigger can these bloodsuckers suck more blood.

If this big tree of the Great Gan falls, they don't know if others will die,

but those of them who are deeply bound to the Great Gan will have to shed a layer of skin even if they don't die.

"Beloved ministers, rise."

Zhang Jie waved his hand with a smile.

"Your Majesty's fortune is as high as the sky, the stability of the world is all Your Majesty's merit!"

After rising, the ministers sent another round of rainbow farts.

This was not entirely flattery; although in the establishment of the Great Gan,

everyone sitting here had contributed,

even the Duan Wang who was gnawing on the large elbow just now, because of his stupidity,

gave the Great Gan, which was still Liang Shan, an opportunity to develop and grow.

But if you want to say that among all people, there is one who is absolutely irreplaceable, then it must be the boss, Zhang Jie.

Why did so many civil and military officials come out of a small county like Pei County when the Han Dynasty was established? Is it because they were all like the legends, star generals and literary stars descending to earth,

It is because they are just like the legends say—all of them are celestial generals and stars of literature descended to the mortal realm.

assisting that Fire Virtue True Dragon who started the uprising by killing the white snake at Mangdang Mountain and built the four-hundred-year empire of the Great Han?

Perhaps in those high-magic, super-magic worlds with Heavenly Courts and Spirit Mountains, this is true,

but in this world where the extraordinary is not apparent, martial arts practice at the top is only a match for a hundred people, and Daoist arts practice to death is at most prolonging life,

practicing some sleight of hand, and can't even defeat a team of soldiers,

this legend is undoubtedly fake, without half a truth.

The fact is, because there was Han Gaozu Liu Bang, there was the unprecedentedly brilliant Pei County civil and military team.

Without Han Gao, Fan Kuai would have been a dog-butcher until he died;

Xiao He would likely have been a county clerk for his whole life in the Great Qin, which determined the future by family background.

Similarly, if it weren't for Zhang Jie, these people would likely all be mountain bandits, water pirates,

exiled criminals, or marginal minor officials who were frustrated in the Great Song court.

"It all depends on the beloved ministers working together, what merit do I have?"

Zhang Jie is well-versed in the way of the monarch not competing for merit with subjects, after all, what merit,

how much merit, is actually not up to him alone to decide.

If he appreciates someone, it is not difficult to make him a farmer in the morning and climb to the Son of Heaven's hall in the evening.

But whoever makes him unhappy, even if he is a heavy minister or general with power over the world today,

tomorrow he will be voluntarily returning to his hometown to retire/lay down his armor because he stepped into the conference room with his left foot first, violating the taboo of him, the Great Gan Son of Heaven. ===== CHAPTER 350 =====

They were voluntarily returned to their hometowns to retire or lay down their armor and return to farming.