The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down Chapter 228

  Chapter 228 The prime minister is for the people, and the immortal will be the prime minister again

  In Zhongshu Mansion.

The ministers who have just experienced the bombing attack always have a bit of sadness in their brows. They are gorgeously dressed, or sit upright or cross their legs, or drink tea, or lean back on the back of the chair to rest with their eyes closed, and most of them are swallowing clouds. Spit fog.

  As if the smoke could cover their worries, and nicotine could numb their worries.

  Aura filled the room with the smoke, and the incense made of spiritual things penetrated into the nostrils quietly, and the whole body was enjoying the rehabilitation treatment far beyond the reach of modern medical treatment.

".Yaowanggu and Bailianzong have also started to quarrel. The orders handed in the year before last have only been handed in half, whether it is pills or magic weapons. Many casual cultivators who didn't take the lead have started to jump out. If this continues, there may be chaos. .”

  “Some people use hard knives, while others use soft knives. They are attacked internally and externally. Either the fish dies and the net is turned upside down, or there will be endless troubles after the compromise.”

".I don't think they can't give them their spiritual veins. It's better to give them than to let them continue to make trouble. Give a few small spiritual veins, and the output of Huangpin's spiritual veins is only 1,800 catties, which is not enough for a state monk. food and clothing."

   ".Give it? Give him a spiritual vein today, and give another spiritual vein to whom tomorrow?"

". The spirit veins are divided into four classes, the heaven and earth are black and yellow, and the yellow rank is the last. The monthly output of spirit stones is more than a hundred catties, which is not enough for a monk in a city. And I have a total of more than a hundred such spirit veins in Dazhou. Enough for them to share."

  “. You can set up an association, put all the low-grade spiritual veins into it and let them fight for themselves. If there is a problem in the future, you can let them contribute, why not do it?”

   ". Reasonable and reasonable."

  Prime Minister Pan Jun did not smoke like the others, and he couldn't help showing a slight smile when he listened to everyone's discussion.

  Continuous negotiation and contact are effective. Many things in the world are made by giving in to each other. Those people stopped killing and wounded instead, and the people here also began to regress.

  Zongmen killing people is opening the ceiling, so why is it that the army encircles the mountain and seals the temple?

  In fact, no matter what, the temple will not lose money, and it is even possible to incorporate these mountain and wild cultivators into the system to check and balance the growing power of the Shangqing Palace. Not necessarily for the so-called control of monks, at least the government still has a way to go under certain circumstances, even if this way is small and narrow.

  People, what they are most afraid of is going to the dark all the way.

  There are only two ways to go, one is to go to the state level of the town, and let the Qingxuan Taoist suppress it with force. Even if the matter ends up making a big fuss, towns and states from other regions can be invited to help. Qi is connected with Zhou, and the round trip between the two places is only a short time.

   But this road will intensify the dependence on the town-state level.

   Qingxuan Taoists have high moral character and will not harm the country or the people, but it does not mean that the government should hand over power honestly.

  Another way to compromise casual cultivators, the safest way is to set up an association and let them fight for those low-grade spiritual veins by themselves. But this is undoubtedly an opening, no less than land privatization.

   To put it bluntly, he is reluctant to cut himself into pieces. Who is willing to work hard when the days are rich, and the spiritual veins that are finally taken out have to be deducted from the common people. Although spirit stones are not linked to currency, they have already occupied an extremely important position in society invisibly. Some of the medicines known as magic medicines on the market are made of spirit stones.

  The money for mining the spirit stones is the tax paid by the people, and the people who mine the spirit stones are the children of the people.

   "No."

  Prime Minister Pan Jun's voice was thick and clear, echoing throughout the room, faintly shaking away the lingering smoke.

  Everyone looked up at the main seat, looking at the Prime Minister Pan Jun who usually speaks little and is extremely good at checking and balancing. There are many differences in the eyes, and it is not clear why the other party said so suddenly.

   "...Master Prime Minister, it is not an option to go on like this, and one day it will be unstoppable. In the case of immortals not taking action, compromise is the best policy."

  “.If the immortals don't take action, those people will ruin his reputation.”

   "Hehe, it's their business whether they can make a move or not. The exercises are originally for their parents, and we want to come and promote them. Isn't it courting death to find someone to take the blame for an accident?"

  Everyone persuaded again and again, and even began to discuss whether to let the immortal take action.

   "No." Prime Minister Pan Jun repeated again, his narrowed eyes slightly opened, and his voice was firm and thick:

"Shenzhou belongs to the people, the land belongs to the people, and the spirit veins belong to the people. Who dares to give them to them? They killed hundreds of people. How many people died in the world when they killed the princes? Were the ancestors afraid? Ah! "

  Everyone's words were choked in their throats, and no one dared to answer for a while, and the last utterance shocked everyone like a thunder, and their bodies trembled suddenly.

  Prime Minister Pan Jun, who has kept a low profile for many years, seems to be reincarnated today, and his gestures are full of vigor. His voice slowed down slightly, and his tone became thicker and thicker, as low as a lion.

"There are a total of 168 spiritual veins in Zhou Xiapin, with an annual output of more than 20,000 catties of spiritual stones, which is enough to train 20 foundation-building monks and thousands of Qi-refining monks. And practice can complement oneself. There are tens of millions of disabled people in my big week. , the deaf-mute, and those who are born weak, who will give them spiritual stones to complement themselves? One pill of Peiyuan consumes 100 grams of spiritual stones, and one pill of this kind can save lives, and one spiritual vein can save lives in a month. Save 10,000 people."

   "It is necessary to promote the method of practice, but also not to die, but also to have someone to help take the blame. How can there be such a good thing in the world? What are you doing in this position?"

  Three questions in succession, first ask the foundation of the country, then ask the people of the world, and then ask about the responsibility. Everyone went from being surprised at the beginning to being speechless, and for a while, no one dared to look up at this prime minister who had few plans and no decisions.

   I don't understand what happened to the Prime Minister today. This is the first time in the past few years that I saw Pan Jun, who always had a kind smile, lose his temper.

  In my impression, this prime minister was pushed up by the previous prime minister. He doesn't have much foundation and background. Although he has the position of prime minister, he doesn't have the prestige of prime minister. The outside world even jokingly referred to him as the prime minister on the bench, sitting on the bench without saying a word as soon as the meeting was held. Perhaps the greatest achievement is that he suppressed the main combat faction back then, and did not completely turn against the reincarnated, but adopted a soft policy.

   So he has the reputation of the Lord of the City, but it is still not majestic enough.

  Being kind is not enough for the leader of a place, especially in this turbulent era, people are more eager for a leader who is as iron as a flying general.

  Prime Minister Pan Jun stood up slowly, like a giant dragon waking up from sleep. His calloused and wrinkled hand suddenly dropped, and hit the sandalwood with a bang, without any hesitation about the splash of blood.

   "I'm outraged that 165 citizens died, and we know the killers and dare not bring them to justice."

  Boom!

  The second fall, a little red appeared on the fingers.

   "I am very angry that the parents and officials of the world dare not fight for the education of the people."

  Practice is like enlightening people's wisdom, practice is like learning, and practice is like emancipating the mind.

  The public version of the practice method is to make the whole people literate and enlightened, so that knowledge is no longer the privilege of scholars.

  Prime Minister Pan Jun thought so. He raised his right hand high as if to salute, and then dropped it suddenly. The blue and white porcelain on the table trembled, accompanied by their violent heartbeats.

"The people of China will always enjoy the sacred and inviolable territorial rights of China. This was won by our fathers and ancestors 100 years ago. The people of China enjoy the right to use the spirit of China and the ownership of the spirit veins of China. This is ten years It was won by our peers before."

"Please remember, please remember, we can die, but we cannot surrender. We can give up benefits for the people, but we cannot give up benefits because the people are killed. They were murdered, and those who murdered them must Bring to justice!"

   One second, two seconds, three seconds.

  The room fell into complete silence, leaving only a male lion looking around at everyone with its spine straight. Prime Minister Pan Jun saw no one dared to look at him, they were silent, they were afraid, and they were still weighing the pros and cons.

  He exhaled slowly, his voice was no longer as high as before, only calm, unquestionable calm remained.

"Military Department, order all troops to enter a state of first-level combat readiness, order all monks to enter a wartime state, and order all nuclear warheads to enter silos. Continue to vigorously promote the public version of the practice method, implement the rehabilitation plan for the disabled, and implement the Lingshi pill into the medical insurance plan. All the spirit stones promised to them before are canceled and put into people's livelihood and civilian use."

  Everyone was startled suddenly, and finally raised their heads, looking at the prime minister with astonishment.

   This is no longer a tactic to slow down the army, but determined to be an enemy of the reincarnated people all over the world. Isn't he afraid of death? Those reincarnations are not timid people, and each of them has a lot of lives on their hands.

   And persecuting them will only lead to crazy raids and killings. None of the prime ministers who claimed the red line of spiritual veins survived. That's why they are so afraid. These people are not ordinary people, they can be manipulated casually.

   "Prime Minister, I'm afraid they will continue to kill people like this." Yang Lichuan, Minister of the Ministry of War, said. "Pushing them into a hurry may cause chaos. With our current strength at the monk level, even with the cooperation of the Shangqing Palace, it will be difficult to control the situation."

   "I will bear all the responsibilities." Prime Minister Pan Jun has never been so tough, and he has never been so straight like this.

   "Whoever dies in his territory will be ordered to search for his soul, if he resists the order, he will be arrested, and if he resists arrest, he will be killed."

"But."

   "I am the prime minister, this is an order."

  The two looked at each other for three seconds, and Yang Lichuan, Minister of the Ministry of War, finally stood at attention out of military duties, straightened his back and saluted.

"yes!"

  Mingbu Shangshu strode out of the conference room, blindfolding everyone else, as if they were suddenly attacked before. Everything is developing too fast, and everything is beyond everyone's expectations and control.

   Last time, someone secretly added fuel to the fire, but this time it was the prime minister who took the knife without authorization.

  The toughness of the attitude, the iron blood of the words, the reason and the emotion, make people unable to refute.

   "Hubu, how many spirit stones are there in the treasury?"

  Prime Minister Pan Jun did not give up, but cast his eyes on the Minister of the Household Department. Just one look made him sit up straight.

  Shangshu Hubu respectfully replied: "There are still 100,000 catties."

   "Throw 60,000 into the Jiuding." Prime Minister Pan Jun's light tone seemed to throw a pile of sand instead of a spirit stone.

all? Hubu Shangshu was stunned. If half of the spirit stones were taken out, all industries related to spirit stones would reduce production and stop production. I am afraid that there may be a shortage of spirit stones used to supply monks to practice at that time, not to mention the pills in the pharmaceutical industry, which will basically stop production.

   It's not that tens of thousands of catties of spirit stones are not enough to consume regularly, but that as an important strategic resource, a certain amount of stock must be left. I just waved my hand and used up nearly 2/3, I couldn't even think about it.

   His mind suddenly came to his senses, and he listed all the hazards, but was finally interrupted by a sentence from the prime minister.

   "Shang Shu, these 60,000 spirit stones are for the common people. Putting in a little more spirit stones may save one person from death."

"yes."

  Prime Minister Pan Jun named again: "Officials, close all monk training bases, don't let those children come out and die with them. They are the future of my Zhoudi, and if there are children, there is hope."

   "Yes." Lu Xiaonong, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, didn't say much, just nodded with his hands clasped.

   "Ministry of Rites, send the monk class to Qidi."

"yes."

   "Ministry of Industry, prepare for the evacuation of the masses, prepare for the excavation of earthquake ruins, and prepare for disaster relief."

"yes."

   "Ministry of Punishments, list the powerful monks who have been confirmed as major suspects as wanted criminals, and immediately disclose them to the public."

"yes."

  The one-on-one answer lasted less than 10 minutes, and Prime Minister Pan Jun became calmer as he got further behind, as if he had turned back to the bench prime minister. Neither humble nor overbearing, without the prestige of a leader, without background, a meek old uncle.

   But he is also the prime minister of Zhoudi.

   "Mencius said that the people are the most important, the community is second, and the monarch is the least. Temples are just a few offices and a few dedicated telephone lines. If the temple is gone, it can be rebuilt, and if the people are gone, there will be no more."

  Prime Minister Pan Jun sat back on the chair again, his voice slowed down, and he returned to that gentle tone: "After finishing this last work, please stop working and go home, you have worked hard these few years."

  This temple usually needs them to rule over all parties, but now there is no room for people who are reluctant to be cut. But a desk and a phone, one more of them is not much, and one of them is not less.

  Keep it in order to say that it is not allowed to change.

"yes"

  The ministers exited the room one by one. The corridor outside the house was obviously not as bright as the room inside. When they turned their heads, they only saw a thin middle-aged man sitting in the position of the prime minister. He is not tall, nor mighty, but a height of less than 1.7 meters and a weight of more than 100 catties.

  Ring ring ring.

  Prime Minister Pan Jun took out the mobile phone with half of the screen cracked, and there was a remark of the word "daughter" in it. He just glanced at it before hanging up, and then sat quietly in his seat, listening to the roar from the other side and watching the rising sun in the east.

  When the first ray of sunlight entered the room, he took out a book and looked through it. It was a historical document to be published two months later, briefly describing how a group of knights saved the world.

  It is called "The Last Swordsman".

  However, he still prefers Tongxuan Shu, because it looks more neat.

"good."

  The calm and gentle voice came to my ears, and the Taoist floated into the room through the window in the morning light, but the top-level formation that could resist the Jindan stage did not respond.

  The Taoist priest is dressed in a Taoist robe as white as a feather, with a gentle gleam shining all over his body.

  He sat on the other side of the long table, looking straight at Prime Minister Pan Jun, with regular facial features, slightly curved eyebrows, and a light smile, like a young man who is still in the world.

   "If the lords are in danger of the country, they will be replaced. I don't think it is necessary to change. What do you think? Prime Minister."

  If the princes are in danger of the country, they will be changed. Sacrifice is accomplished, prosperity is clean, and there is a time for offering sacrifices, but when the drought is dry and the water is overflowing, the country will be changed.

   These are the last two sentences of Mencius [The people are precious], which means that anyone who harms the people can be replaced.

  Li Yi felt that Prime Minister Pan Jun did not harm the people, and had a clear conscience towards the people, the country, and himself, so there was no need to change.

  And why does he think there is no need to change it? It's not force, it's not bit, it's just that he has citizenship.

  Because he is a citizen of Zhou, he has the right to elect a prime minister.

  Pan Jun's daughter once asked him what it was like to be a living immortal. At that time, he couldn't answer, because he felt that all descriptions were just borrowed from other people's mouths.

   And now he thinks he has the answer, the living immortal is not like an immortal.

  (end of this chapter)

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