After traveling through time, I became Han Zhang’s grandson?

Chapter 111 Documents and Slogans

"Regarding all issues concerning the final agenda of Yongxing Military Road—border military reform—the Privy Council will be fully responsible."

"All military supplies and equipment are under the swift review of the Three Departments Yamen. The Ministry of War, under the Political Affairs Hall, will handle the matter. Initially, they will be allocated at double the military pay of previous years and will be transported from the capital to the Shaanxi Pacification and Transportation Division."

"From the date of this document's issuance, the Yongxing Military Road in Shaanxi Province, from top to bottom, must comprehensively promote border army reform and must not use any excuses to prevaricate or obstruct it."

"The Shaanxi Pacification and Transportation Office, headed by Han Ming, should prioritize the overall interests of the court, contact all parties, coordinate efforts, and jointly advance the goal of military reform."

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"Written by Privy Councilor Zeng Mingzhong on April 18th, the sixth year of the Jiayou reign of the Great Song Dynasty."

When Han Ming finished reading a document he took out of his arms in one breath, the entire Qingjian City government office fell silent.

Xie Wendu, the representative who was testing Han Ming this time, looked even more tense and at a loss. Then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as if a burden in his heart had been lifted.

"Thank you, sir. Everyone, are you familiar with the seal on this document?"

Han Ming smiled as he looked at the crowd who were enjoying the show. When he said this, there was a lot of "showing off" in his words.

The people standing below looked at each other in confusion. They all knew that Han Ming was trying to tell them in a roundabout way: I can't do anything on my own, but I have the court's endorsement.

The number one figure in the Privy Council would take the initiative to write a letter to Han Ming to appease him.

At this moment, everyone was silent and did not dare to respond to Han Ming's words.

For a moment, everyone felt that this young comfort and fortune envoy was too scheming.

Since you have such great abilities, why do you pretend to know nothing?

It would have been better to get Zeng Gong's documents and letters out earlier, instead of letting them spend so much time and effort to test them.

Now the result is that this gentleman probably secretly remembers the entire Qingjian City, or even many people in Shaanxi. Why would he do that?

Are you kidding me?!

Seeing that no one spoke for him, Xie Wendu could only bow with a bitter face and clasped his fists: "Since Your Excellency has a solution, we must unite and promote military reform to reassure the court and the people."

"My previous questioning was just nonsense. I hope you will forgive me."

In the end, Xie Wendu couldn't bring himself to continue competing with Han Ming. After all, this thankless task seemed particularly ridiculous under the current situation.

"What Wendu thinks and worries about is also a responsibility to the court and the people. I will not take it to heart."

"However, Han still has some minor problems. I wonder if Brother Wendu can help me solve them."

When Han Ming said this, many people thought quickly and tried to figure out his intention.

After all, being able to openly address a subordinate official as "Brother Dao" in the government office can be said to be extremely close.

Could it be that Xie Wendu had already joined Han Ming's school a long time ago and was playing a double act here?

Xie Wendu certainly knew his position. Looking at the distrustful eyes of his colleagues, he instantly felt his heart sink to the bottom. This young Han husband was trying to kill him!

"Your Excellency, please feel free to tell me what you have ordered. I will do my best to carry it out. However, in court, I should not address you by your courtesy name, but by your position. Please remember the court etiquette, Your Excellency."

Xie Wendu's words were well-reasoned and he answered Han Ming's next question. He also told Han Ming and his colleagues in a roundabout way that he and Han Ming were not on the same page and asked them not to wrongly accuse him.

Han Ming curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and a foxy aura emanated from his body.

"In that case, let's do as Mr. Xie says."

"I intend to pilot this in Qingjian City and promote military appearance reform. This is a form of external shaping. I believe that as a scholar like Lord Xie, his vision and aesthetic taste are certainly not bad. I will leave it to Lord Xie to organize it."

"The design of this military uniform doesn't have to be particularly elegant; it just needs to be neat."

"I don't want to see these so-called elite Western troops in disarray again."

"Thank you, sir, what do you say?"

Han Ming regained his composure and stared at Xie Wendu, who was sweating profusely.

"As the Lord Commander of Qingjian City, this is my duty and I will do my utmost."

Hearing Xie Wendu's words, Han Ming nodded secretly, then turned to Zhong Yan who had been watching the show.

"Since Lord Xie is in charge of the rectification of military uniforms, we should also revise the military's spirit and outlook."

"I have a training slogan book here. It will be implemented throughout the army. Everyone in the army must study it day and night. Please leave this matter to General Zhong."

Han Ming signaled Wang Shao to take out a booklet and hand it to Zhong Yan.

Zhong Yan, who took the booklet, looked at the large words on it with a look of surprise - "Three Major Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention (Special Edition of the Song Dynasty)".

“Uh (⊙o⊙)…” Zhong Yan was a little at a loss and began to read it carefully.

"The first of the Three Great Disciplines: Follow military orders without hesitation; disobey orders without mercy."

"The second of the Three Great Disciplines: We must not demolish houses even if we freeze to death, nor plunder even if we starve to death."

"The third of the Three Great Disciplines: Those who kill innocent people and take credit for their deeds are not our comrades. Anyone who sees such behavior will be punished by both humans and gods."

"Eight Points of Attention: Treat others kindly, trade fairly, repay what is borrowed, do not oppress fellow citizens, and love your country and family..."

Wow, Han Ming simply borrowed some of the military disciplines and rules from Yue Fei and Mao Zedong!

The more Zhong Yan read, the more surprised he was. This so-called training slogan turned out to be military discipline.

Although in his eyes, the military discipline and orders provided by Han Ming were far less strict than those left by the military immortal of the former Han Dynasty, the fundamentals involved were indeed more understandable and clear.

"Sir, what is this?"

Zhong Yan still asked cautiously. After all, it was not the time to promote military discipline reform yet.

"It's just a training slogan. What's so strange about it? Just change up the ones you usually recite."

Han Ming waved his hand nonchalantly.

The corner of Zhong Yan's mouth twitched, and he secretly complained in his heart: Slogan? Isn't this just military discipline? Are you kidding me?

Do we have to study hard day and night, so that those soldiers will be trapped in reciting the "Three Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention" in their dreams?

"Isn't this a bit..."

Zhong Yan wanted to advise Han Ming not to rush into related military affairs, but Han Ming interrupted him directly.

"I'm not asking you to do any actual practice, but to make them shout slogans. Do you think that's difficult?"

Han Ming's words immediately made Zhong Yan break out in a cold sweat. "It's not difficult, sir. Shouting slogans is not difficult at all. If anyone thinks it's difficult, I'll go and deal with him!"

In short, Zhong Yan felt speechless, confused and at a loss as to what to do when he left the Qingjian City government office.

However, Xie Wendu felt lonely as he returned to the government office and started working.

As for Wang Shao, who is Han Ming's direct subordinate, he now follows Han Ming like a secretary, constantly learning and absorbing knowledge related to military affairs.

Looking at Mr. Wang who seemed a little hesitant, Han Ming rarely joked with him.

"Brother Zichun, is there something on your mind? Why not tell me about it and let me have some fun with you."

Hearing Han Ming's wicked and unscrupulous words, Wang Shao couldn't help but roll his eyes. He looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he asked in a low voice.

"Sir, is that document from Mr. Zeng authentic?"

Wang Shao's words made Han Ming stunned, and then he smiled meaningfully.

"Brother Zichun should focus more on military affairs instead of the complicated political affairs. This is not suitable for you."

Then Han Ming waved his sleeves and left the government hall in a leisurely manner, accompanied by a burst of clear laughter.

“When the false becomes true, the true is also false, and there is something inaction and nothingness.”

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Looking at Han Ming's back, Wang Shao fell into a deep silence, and then couldn't help but sigh: "People who play politics have dirty hearts..."