The Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 7: Chang'an is not Chang'an (I)

In the third year of Yuanshi, summer and July.

As the saying goes, spring rain is as expensive as oil. The spring rain in the third year of Yuanshi was much more expensive than usual. Until summer began, no drops of rain could be dropped.

In fact, since last year, the world has started to have a severe drought. Not only Guanzhong, but also Hebei and the Central Plains, smoke has grown in the fields and the scorching sun is like burning.

After the severe drought, it was another locust plague. Especially in the Qingzhou area, where there were thousands of miles of land and no disaster victims were counted.

After a heavy snow last winter, there was no rain in Guanzhong until this spring.

The people of Guizhou are all looking forward to it and waiting.

If it doesn't rain anymore... it may really be without harvest.

It was already late at night, but the lights were still on in Wang Mang's study.

This is Chang'an, not Xindu.

In the first year of Yuanshou, after Wang Mang was recalled to the capital, he was just serving his aunt, the Empress Dowager Wang Zhengjun. The central government of power seemed to be very far away to him.

But what followed was the death of the late emperor Ai.

On the day of his death, the Empress Dowager Wang Zhengjun took over the Weiyang Palace and took back the imperial seal. Later, Wang Mang was appointed as the Grand Sima, recorded the affairs of the Shangshu, and also took charge of military orders and imperial guards.

Later, Wang Mang supported the throne of the nine-year-old son, who was at the time of his reign, and changed the Yuanshi the following year, and it has been three years since then.

During these three years, he impeached He Wu and Gongsun Lu and removed them from their official positions. Later, he successively dismissed the Zhong Taifu Shi Li, the Nanjun Prefect Wu Jianglong, the Taishan Prefect Ding Xuan, and the Henei Prefect Zhao Chang for various charges, and deprived the titles of Gaochang Hou Dong Wu, the Guannei Hou Zhang You and others.

When Wang Mang was granted the title of Duke Anhan, he had already gained a position of less than one person and more than ten thousand. Even though there were still people who were dissatisfied with him, no one in the court could dare to fight with him face to face.

The emperor was young, and the Empress Dowager of the current dynasty was his aunt. As soon as he responded to the memorial, he naturally first reviewed it by Wang Mang and then submitted it to the Empress Dowager. This major event in the court was almost decided by him in one sentence.

But his life is still simple. The mansion in Chang'an is a bit too small compared to his title and power.

At this moment, in his small study, there were only two people sitting opposite each other.

Wang Mang frowned, carefully looked through a handful of bamboo slips in front of him, and then threw them heavily on the table in front of him.

"All nonsense!"

A boy kneeling opposite him, looking only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was dressed in the dress of a Confucian scholar and wearing a crown. His smart big eyes stared at Wang Mang in front of him, and seemed not frightened by his anger at all.

"Why are the teacher angry?"

The boy asked, although his voice was tender, his tone was very calm.

"madness."

Wang Mang spit out two words lightly, then pushed the bamboo slips to the boy in front of him with the back of his hand: "You can see it yourself."

The young man held up the bamboo slips and swept his eyes up and down at a glance. In just a moment, he finished reading the contents on the bamboo slips and put them back on the desktop.

This is a memorial.

The memorial came from the Grand Tutor Kong Guang of the current dynasty. In addition to sorting out and reporting disasters in various places, he also attached his own suggestions at the end of the article.

The great disaster was caused by the anger of the heavens. The emperor should go to Mount Tai and lead all officials to worship the sky and pray for rain to make a living.

After reading it, the boy also sneered and threw the bamboo slips on the table.

"Master Kong is really confused."

"Old confused?" Wang Mang shook his head and sighed softly: "Mu'er, you are still too young after all."

"What do the teacher think?" asked the young man called Mu'er with a frown.

Wang Mang gently pressed the desk with his fingers, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face: "You can't be unclear about the family background of the Grand Master of the current dynasty, right?"

"Ah..." Mu'er nodded and suddenly realized: "The 14th generation grandson of Saint Kong. Teacher means..."

"Kong Guang is just stupid, but not confused. The response of heaven and man, the five virtues always... If they want to maintain their status as the Kong family, they naturally have to maintain this set of things that should have been rotten long ago." Wang Mang looked at Mu'er with a bright look and said in a deep voice: "This set of things... will eventually be broken by us!"

"Yes! I understand!" Mu'er nodded.

"And, it's not just this one to be destroyed. The powerful landlords, the emphasis on agriculture and commerce, the circulation of precious metals, all of which will turn into dust of history, even..." Wang Mang became more and more excited as he spoke, and couldn't help but wave his hand heavily, as if he was sweeping away those things with a huge broom.

He stood up excitedly, pushed open the window, and looked into the night sky outside the window.

Wang Mang took a deep breath, and the cool air of early spring penetrated into his lungs, making him feel shocked. But the passion in his heart was always burning.

"Even...the imperial system, right, teacher?" Mu'er also stood up and stood behind Wang Mang.

"Yes." Wang Mang turned around suddenly and pinched Mu'er's shoulder hard: "Even the imperial system. One day, I will make no emperor on this land!"

"I... naturally hope to see that day in my lifetime. But I know that the career I want to strive for cannot be accomplished overnight. So, that can only be hope." Wang Mang looked at the boy in front of him, and a young self appeared in his eyes.

"I understand, teacher." Mu'er knelt in front of Wang Mang on one knee, looked up at his teacher, his eyes with the same passionate ambition as Wang Mang: "I... will be the heir to your will!"

"Very good." Wang Mang stretched out his hand and patted Mu'er's head, then suddenly frowned slightly.

I don't know where, the fox's screams sounded, sharp and shrill.

The cry was sent into the study by the night wind and into Wang Mang's ears. After listening carefully, you could still vaguely tell the fox's cry, which was like a human speech.

"The Emperor lost his mother...The heaven is angry..."
Chapter completed!