Han Jiang slowly made tea for herself.

This tea is not simple!

This is the new imperial tea produced by Beiyuan in Jianzhou this year.

Not only is the color more beautiful, the brewed tea soup surpasses the past Tuancha tea in all three dimensions: color, aroma and taste.

Therefore, one cake in the market now costs five taels of gold, but the supply is still in short supply. There are many people out there who are willing to pay a lot of money to buy it.

Han Jiang is getting older, and many of her past hobbies are no longer interesting to her.

As a result, I fell in love with tea fighting more and more.

Every time he saw the milky color of the tea soup he had brewed himself, he always felt relaxed and happy, feeling like he was back in his youth.

"Shu Ming..." He scooped out the brewed tea soup and asked his servants to bring it to Zhang Hong: "Try it, this new imperial tea is released this year."

Zhang Hong was in the mood for tea, so he took the tea and began to sigh.

"Sui Ming, I'm in a hurry again!" Han Jiang looked at it and scooped a cup for himself with a smile.

Jianzhou's imperial tea soup flows in Jianzhou's Jianzhou cup. You bite the edge of the cup tightly and take a sip. The rich aroma of tea spreads in your mouth, dissipating today's fatigue.

Han Jiang held a tea cup and sat down slowly: "There are some things that cannot be rushed."

Zhang Hong was more relaxed in front of Han Jiang and said: "En Xiang, how can I not be in a hurry when I am a subordinate?"

"Run Guogong is in Fujian. In February next year, his term will be completed for one year."

"Zhang Zihou is in Guangxi, and his term may end next year or the year after."

"There is another Lu Jifu in Hedong..."

Han Jiang held the teacup, smelled the fragrance of tea, and said with a smile: "As long as I live, Lu Huiqing will not want to return to Beijing."

Although it is said that the prime minister's heart can support a boat.

But Lu Huiqing and Han Jiang could not be tolerated no matter what.

Zhang Hong had no doubts about Han Jiang's words.

Because this old prime minister has enough face, whether in front of the two palaces or in front of the officials of the court.

As long as he objects, Lu Huiqing can only continue to wait in Hedong.

It's amazing, at most I can change it to another place.

But……

"Even if Lu Jifu can't return to the court..." Zhang Hong drooped his head: "If I want to go further, I'm afraid it's completely impossible."

He is now the Minister Zuocheng and the minister under his command.

The distance is only one step away.

However, this step is a natural chasm.

Han Jiang squinted her eyes and comforted: "Sui Ming, don't be impatient. You are still young and you still have a chance."

Zhang Hong is indeed very young.

He is only four or five years older than Su Shi, and he just turned fifty-four last month. For a person in power, he is indeed young and powerful.

When Zhang Hong heard this, his brows knitted together.

"Your Majesty, how come I'm not in a hurry?"

He is young, but the problem is that his opponents are too many and too strong.

Zhang Hong began to count with his fingers: "En Xiang, look at the current court... Su Zirong (Su Song), Fan Yaofu (Fan Chunren), Lu Weizhong (Lv Dafang), Xing Heshu (Xing Shu)

"

These are all people in the court who are expected to worship the prime minister.

It is generally believed that as long as there are no accidents, these people will gradually enter the east and west governments and take charge of power in the next two or three years as the world grows.

There is one emperor and one courtier.

This is all normal!

"In addition... Pu Chuanzheng (Pu Zongmeng) in Hangzhou, Zeng Zixuan (Zeng Bu) in Yangzhou, Wang Hefu (Wang Anli) in Jiangning, Huang Anzhong (Huang Lu) in Xuzhou, etc. are all beyond the comparison of lower officials!"

"If I don't hurry up, I'm afraid I won't be able to worship the prime minister in this life!"

Han Jiang listened and understood in his heart that Zhang Hong came to him to complain.

A crying child needs milk.

Very normal!

But Han Jiang also wanted something from Zhang Hong - he was going to become an official, and after he became an official, he had to leave a mark in the capital.

To prevent others from being too late, the policies they left behind will be destroyed and subverted by their successors.

Zhang Hong was his chosen nail.

And Han Jiang also understood Zhang Hong's appeal.

When you ask him to become an official, recommend him as your prime minister!

Even if it’s just for one day, it’s good!

Han Jiang can understand Zhang Hong's mentality.

Prime Minister, this is the highest-ranking official in the Song Dynasty!

Be courteous to all officials, and all ministers will retreat!

There is no need to bow to anyone except the emperor.

Even princes and princes need to bow before the prime minister.

but……

Does Zhang Hong have that ability?

Is he qualified enough?

Does he have any holy relatives?

None! In this case, it is impossible for him to become prime minister!

Han Jiang slowly put down the tea cup in his hand and said: "Shun Ming, listen to my advice. In life, you always get what you ask for, so it is better to let it go. This way, the worries will disappear and you will be pure."

It is impossible and will not be possible for him to recommend Zhang Hong.

In this case, as a qualified and experienced politician, Han Jiang would not hang on to Zhang Hong and give him hope - doing so would harm him and easily leave resentment.

Zhang Hong sighed and said: "The lower officials will naturally understand the words of kindness."

"It's just that I feel uncomfortable!"

"At the same time, Xiaguan is really scared in his heart!"

"Why should you be afraid if you are enlightened?" Han Jiang smiled.

"Why aren't you afraid of being a lower-ranking official?" Zhang Hong looked at Han Jiang and said, "Su Zizhan of Dengzhou has become famous as an official. Even the elders in the capital have been saying recently: Su Zizhan of Dengzhou, why didn't he go to the capital?

Become the magistrate of Kaifeng Prefecture?"

This is Zhang Hong’s biggest worry!

Su Shi over in Dengzhou, for some reason, suddenly became enlightened. His official career was flourishing, and his official reputation was even better. Even the people in Bianjing knew that there was a man in Dengzhou who loved the people as much as his son.

Su Zhizhou is very good at economics and policy.

Their dried fish is now not only sold in Bianjing City.

We have also come up with a policy with the imperial court, and we may have to take advantage of the imperial court's efforts to rebuild the ancestral virtues - the Silkworm and Salt Law, and sell them to prefectures and counties all over the world tax-free.

The eyes of the people in Bianjing were all red.

Those idle people in the market are talking about what to say every day: "Since our ancestors, all the famous ministers in the world have had the right to know the Kaifeng Mansion."

"Su Zhizhou of Dengzhou should come to Kaifeng Prefecture to serve as the prefect for a year to benefit the people!"

Zhang Hong has heard people discussing this matter in restaurants and foot shops more than once.

no way!

Su Zizhan did a great job as the magistrate of the state.

Everyone from top to bottom, inside and outside, was taken care of by him.

Landless farmers, gold diggers from all over the country, local gentry, and ordinary households.

Everyone praised it!

He himself wrote lyrics more than once praising Dengzhou’s dried fish and sea salt.

After the song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou Chongyang Solar Eclipse Dengzhou Fish and Pregnant Children" written last year.

In April of this year, after he heard about Zhang Dun's great victory in the Southern Expedition, he wrote another song "Ding Feng Bo Wen Wang Shi Ding Annan" and praised it so much that he even held a banquet for three days and three nights in Dengzhou.
To be continued...