Zhou De could have been so erratic in Chang'an City, and no one dared to care about him. Even after he arrived at the Imperial College, he and Qi Xuan were in the same school. As the emperor's nephew, the eldest son of Qi just frowned and endured it. All of this was because he had a good father.

The same chubby minister of the Heavenly Official Zhou Song.

The position of Minister of Personnel is the most powerful position among the six ministries, and it can even be said to be one of them.

Because of this, the court even agreed that the Heavenly Officials and Secretary of State did not worship the prime minister because they were afraid that a person would take over the power in the court.

It is worth mentioning that Zheng Wen, the prime minister at that time, came to the cabinet as the Minister of Personnel, and even served as the Minister of Personnel for a period of time when he was the Prime Minister.

Therefore, this Zheng Xiang had so many disciples and former officials. Most of the officials in the early period of Zhongzong were promoted by him. Because of this, he violated the emperor's taboo and ended up with a tragic death.

Zhou Song, the current Minister of Personnel, has been in this position for more than ten years.

For more than ten years, his disciples and old officials were also very few. When Lin Zhao rushed to Hengzhou to save Lin Mo, the Secretary of Zhou wrote a casual letter, which allowed Chen Ying, the Hengzhou leader, to help him, which shows the fat old man's connections in the officialdom.

At his level in the Ministry of Personnel, his actual power is almost the same as that of the prime ministers in the Zhengshi Hall, and may even be two or three points higher than those prime ministers who have just entered the Zhengshi Hall.

After hearing Lin Zhao's words, Zhou De, the youngest son of the Heavenly Officials, shrank his neck first, and then smiled bitterly at Lin Zhao: "Third brother, it's not that I won't help you. You also know that I have been a traitor in Chang'an City in the past two years. My father has been reluctant to see me for a long time. The last time I went home to see him, he scolded me and drove me out of the house..."

Speaking of this, Zhou De sighed: "Besides, the old man is almost old, I want him to return to his hometown to retire safely. It is best not to interfere in these matters again..."

"Superior care?"

General Manager Lin sneered: "Now, Fan Yang's army is already attacking Tongguan. Once Tongguan is broken, they will come to Chang'an City. If Chang'an is broken, the old man will become a prisoner under Kang Dongping. It will not be easy for him to die well. Where can he have a place to support him in the world?"

Zhou De blinked innocently.

"But even if I write to the old man, he may not be willing to help us. Besides, there are two thousand miles to Chang'an here, one by one, God knows when it will be?"

"You just need to write to him and ask for someone."

Lin Zhao had already thought about it on the way, and he sneered slightly: "I also wrote a letter to the old man, telling him that if he was unwilling to help, his son would die in Qingzhou in no time. Let's see if your old man is willing to help!"

Zhou De's face changed drastically.

He quickly stood up, took two steps back, and pointed at Lin Zhao tremblingly: "Three, let's meet for a while, you actually want me..."

Lin Zhao was speechless.

"What did I do to you?"

He pulled Zhou De and sat down, and said angrily: "My men have already gone to attack Youzhou. This Youzhou is the old nest of Fan Yang Army. This move will definitely anger them. If your father refuses to help me at this time, Qingzhou will find it difficult to resist Fan Yang Army. At that time, Fan Yang Army is at the city, will you die?"

Fatty Zhou's eyes were rolling straight, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Lin Zhao glared at him: "I tell you that the Kang brothers are all aliens. They don't have the habit of building palaces and building buildings. There are many ruthless people in Fanyang's army. Brother Zhou fell into their hands and might share you with them!"

Fatty Zhou is quite afraid of death. He heard this and shrank his neck again, and smiled bitterly at Lin Zhao, "If you write a letter, write a letter. What are you doing to scare me?"

"If you don't scare you, you don't know the pros and cons!"

Seeing that he finally nodded and agreed, Lin Zhao didn't say anything nonsense, and directly pulled Fatty Zhou into the house, found a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the house, then looked at him and said, "Write quickly, write quickly, after I finish writing, I will send you to Chang'an quickly, and you can deliver it to you at most four or five days."

At this time, due to the war of Fan Yang's army, many post roads in various places were cut off. Even if they were not cut off, they would not be able to reach 600 miles a day like before. However, Lin Zhao had a very fast communication system under his command.

This communication system is not owned by Lin Zhao, but by Datong Business.

In this era, because the circulation of information is particularly slow, and the most important thing in business is well-informed, Zheng Tong trained a group of full-time senders more than ten years ago. They delivered letters quickly along the way. If they could change horses at Datong Trading in big cities, they could do it for 400 miles a day.

If you can not cherish horsepower as Lin Zhao said, it means that the horse will run desperately, and running five or six hundred miles a day will not be a problem.

Just run like this, you will die of a few horses along the way.

Fatty Zhou shook his pen and looked up at Lin Zhao.

"Lao Lao, how do you write this...?"

Lin Zhao gave him a blank look.

"I just write about the fact that I need a large number of officials to do things, and ask him to write a copy of the list of free scholars in several nearby states and counties."

Speaking of this, Lin Zhao paused and continued: "If there is a particularly suitable one, even an on-the-job official can do it."

"It is better for him to have favors. If there is no favor, I will go and invite him in person."

"It's better...not to be particularly far away."

After saying these points, Lin Zhao looked at Zhou De and coughed: "That's all, Brother Zhou quickly write it. After writing, I will send it to Chang'an immediately."

Fatty Zhou had no choice but to write the letter as Lin Zhao asked. After writing it, he put it in the envelope. After hesitating, he looked up at Lin Zhao. After hesitating, he spoke, "Sanlang, I still want to write a letter to my father."

The little black fat man became very serious. He sighed: "The old man has a stubborn temper and most likely refuses to leave Chang'an, but I, a son, cannot watch him stay in Chang'an and take risks."

"I want to persuade him."

Lin Zhao nodded silently: "You just write it."

Fatty Zhou picked up the brush again and took a piece of letter paper. He quickly finished writing a letter from home. Manager Lin stood beside him and glanced quietly.

I saw that the last paragraph of this family letter wrote a few rather sloppy words.

"I have been making trouble for many years, and I have to rely on my father to protect me. Today, the country is in turmoil. I hope my father can hide if he can, and he can avoid if he can..."

"In this chaotic world, I have no other wish."

"I just hope to see my father again in this life..."

After writing this sentence, Zhou De, who had always been inappropriate, sighed deeply, stuffed the letter into the envelope and put it in Lin Zhao's hand.

"Okay, Sanlang will send it to Chang'an as soon as possible."

After saying this, Fatty Zhou wiped a little tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves and forced a smile at Lin Zhao.

"With this old man's character, I definitely can't persuade him..."

His expression was complicated, as if he was crying or laughing.

"I just hope that when he sees this letter, he can still remember my son..."

Seeing this, Lin Zhao sighed and reached out to pat his shoulder.

"Brother Zhou is relieved, the troubled times will pass soon."
Chapter completed!