Two hungry people ate two bowls of shredded pork noodles in a hurry, and then they regained some strength and spirit.≮∥≦∥≠⊥Reading books∧∥≧∧∧1··After these several hours, Yang Rui had already finished smoking his cigarette. Seeing that he threw away the empty cigarette box, Xu Huafeng smiled and took out something from the drawer. Yang Rui thought he was going to take the cigarette, but he didn't want to take it out, but it was a cigar. Xu Huafeng smiled and threw it to him: "This is what you gave me before. There is a box, and I haven't finished smoking it now."

Whether it is a cigar or a cigarette, men are always inseparable from this thing, especially for Yang Rui, who is very useless recently. He took the cigar knife and cut the cigar open, and lighted it up with a match without saying a word. The cigar leaves were squeaking by the bright yellow flames. When the match was about to burn, the mellow smoke finally sucked into his nose. After the lungs were warmed by the warm smoke for a while, they were vomited out. In the smoke, Yang Rui shook his head with great pleasure and said, "A cigar after meals is better than a living god!"

"Haha..." Xu Huafeng looked at him and smiled kindly, "I became more and more addicted to smoking, and my temples became more and more white."

"What's the solution?" Yang Rui smiled bitterly, "Everyone is unhappy! It was fine, but this one has this idea and that one has that idea, and they all regard the country as a test field. Hehe... I am the one in charge of the helm, don't be exhausted."

"Ask the truth," Xu Huafeng said, "It really makes people believe in Zhang Cangzi's trick?"

"Tell the truth?" Yang Rui glanced at Xu Huafeng and laughed: "Politicians are **, how can they believe what they say? Even the diaries he wrote are mostly used for show. As the saying goes, diaries make the country strong, and maps open up borders."

"I'm not willing to tell the truth?" Xu Huafeng also knew Yang Ruisu's impermanent nature like Wang Jitong. He was a little stunned when he saw him joking like this. In his opinion, no one was more on his side than himself.

"To be honest..." Yang Rui saw him looking at him, and had to say: "To be honest, there must be a set of rhetoric before doing anything. This is called revolutionary theory. Revolutionary theory must be completed before revolutionary actions. When changing, you must make up for it. Not only do you have to convince everyone, but you also have to hypnotize yourself. Uncle Mei's set of things is theoretically good. But..." At this point, he sniffed a cigar hard and said: "It must be corrected in the future..."

"But if you continue to do the current way, can you change it in the future?" Yang Ruiken told the truth. Xu Huafeng was very pleased. What he really cared about was trust, not theory.

"From the future? The steering wheel will no longer be in our hands. Look at the UK, the Labor Party has not come up, and the nobles will go down forever. In the end, the world is still competing for three civilizations, we, the West, and Islam." Yang Rui recalled Huntington's theory of conflict of civilizations. Although he did not have an electronic version or physical book, he read this book several times in college and still remembered Huntington's description. "By a hundred years, geopolitics, and international situation determine everything in the country; but in a thousand years, it still depends on the vitality of each civilization. Because the future is basically a competition between various civilized entities, we are the weakest of the three."

"Islam?" Yang Rui has been guarding against this since his founding. The degree of guarding has made everyone cheat. Xu Huafeng said in confusion: "But why don't I think it? Now we have a good relationship with the countries in the west."

Xu Huafeng was extremely natural to understand.≮≦?≮⊥≦≈∈≧v to read v books·1╋k╋a╬n┼s╋h╋u┼··Huntington's theory of conflict of civilization was also unknown before September 11, but it was very popular after September 11. The book emphasizes that except for Islamic civilization, Chinese Confucian civilization is also a challenger to Western civilization. Apart from these two, there is nothing else. As for the Japanese civilization, which was assimilated by Yang Rui at this time, in Huntington's view, it was something tamed by the United States and there was no big threat.

"Don't think so." Yang Rui shook his head, "It is urgent to protect the country, the race and the family, and the family are protected. That year, I returned from Paris. I chose to go ashore from Persia to experience some Islamic civilizations personally. Persia is a Shiite. I don't know if it is because it belongs to two empires with the Ottomans, and Persia belongs to a weaker side, and the Shiites belong to a minority, so their doctrine is more radical and there is a possibility of unity of politics and religion. Yang Zengxin, the governor of the Western Regions, also saw this, so he asked me to return to the land. He didn't want to have the noble fiefs emerged as soon as he agreed at that time. This must be Xuan Qing's idea!"

At this time, there is no need to say whose master, Xu Huafeng only asked: "Foreigners have advanced technology, but what are the things that Hui people are afraid of?"

"There is nothing to be afraid of?" Yang Rui laughed. "The uterus is also a weapon, and it is even more terrifying than guns and cannons. Therefore, magical medicine must be placed in a Buddhist temple. Foreigners and foreign teachers will not give it if they have no gold for medicine. The government also needs to subsidize the medicine to the immigration area, plus fertility subsidies. When the victims in the northwest are settled, the things over there will be done almost."

After a beautiful meal, there was another authentic Havana top cigar. Yang Rui smoked for a while and wanted to say goodbye. Seeing Yang Rui looking at the clock, Xu Huafeng, who was still trusting Yang Rui more than Zhang Taiyan, smiled and said, "It's over one o'clock, so go back. I know what you mean. Anyway, let's go like this first. Industrial construction is just slowing down, not giving up. I just want to talk about Zhang's madman's theory of coaxing people to stabilize people's hearts first."

"It's totally correct, don't have to worry about the madman." Yang Rui nodded. He saw Xu Huafeng becoming more and more pleasing to the eyes, and couldn't help but say a truth, "I thought a lot after I came back, but in the end I still felt that this was the only way. Otherwise, whether the Tingwei Mansion stayed or survived was a big problem. Stay, the cadres below were to be tried and sentenced to jail, and they would definitely not agree; and the members of the Fuxing family obeyed the organization's orders and would go to jail, and the morale of the army would be chaotic. This is the most vicious thing about the people at the beginning; if you don't keep it, how can you start to govern the country according to law? It's not scary if you are bad, and you can tolerate it even if you are disgusting. The Tingwei Mansion is the rule of the country, and you must never be without it!"

"I understand! I understand!!" At this time, both of them had already stood up. Xu Huafeng was much shorter than Yang Rui. He looked at Yang Rui's words and felt a little bit of his back. He grabbed Yang Rui's hand for no reason and sighed: "It turned out to be you..." He wanted to say the four words "that aggrieved", but he knew that Yang Rui had always hated being comforted and deliberately praised by others. At the end, he had to change his words: "... It turned out to be... Thank you for your hard work!"

"It doesn't matter if I work hard, but...oh, but Yun Biao is dead." Yang Rui suddenly felt a little moved at this point. He had to raise his voice to suppress his emotions and said firmly: "Stability overwhelms everything. If you have nothing to do, what kind of decent thing is it!"

The Huangqi official car parked in Xu Mansion has not been turned off. 6 Xiaoman, who had been waiting in the rear compartment for a long time, fell asleep leaning against the inside of the car door. While sleeping, she felt the car sinking, and then closed the car door with a slam. She woke up in a daze. Smelling the familiar smell of Yang Rui, she leaned over weakly, closed her eyes and whispered: "Are you finished talking?"

"Yes. You must∈∧≧≡Reading╬·1··" Yang Rui touched her head naturally with his left hand. Then he said, "There is one more thing to do." After that, she opened the partition of the rear compartment and said to the car in front: "Go to the Imperial Guard Command!"

The car quickly moved forward and touched the head of the woman beside her. Knowing that she could no longer sleep at this time, Yang Rui suddenly said, "Didn't you say that someone's poem is well written? I'll read it for you too."

As the Indian poet Tagore visited China, new poetry became popular in China. As the receptionist of Tergo, Xu Zhimo's poems were naturally praised by young people. 6 Xiaoman was one of them. Thinking of her love relationship with Xu Zhimo in later generations, Yang Rui deliberately dug out some new poetry from later generations. He didn't want to read it in the car, but after leaving the Xu Mansion, he was moved by something inexplicable.

"Okay." Liu Xiaoman, who was leaning against his shoulder, smiled. She didn't expect that the Prime Minister would write poems too.

"If I were a bird..." Yang Rui started with a low voice, and his long-lasting suppressed emotions unconsciously penetrated into it. And Xiaoman thought he wanted to nostalgia for old poems. He heard that it was new poems, but he sat up.

“I should also sing with my hoarse throat:

This land hit by the storm,

This river of grief and anger will always surging,

This endless irritating wind blowing,

And the extremely gentle dawn from the forest…”

The next four sentences were read by Yang Rui in one breath. The poems are like magma, suppressed and hot, and only refer to people's hearts. The 6 Xiaoman, who was originally sitting upright, was looking at his side face tightly, and his eyes seemed to be shining.

"And I died,

Even the feathers rot in the land.

Why do I often have tears in my eyes?

Because I am so short and deep about this land…”

After Yang Rui stopped the sound, the carriage was silent. Only the sound of the high-power eight-cylinder motor of the official car running. After a long time, 6 Xiaoman leaned on his shoulder as if he had some insight, and said slowly: "The poem is so good..." But after a while, she returned to normal and grabbed Yang Rui's arm and asked, "Can this poem be used to express it?"

"Yes. But don't say what I wrote." Ai Qing's I Love This Land was written in the early days of the Anti-Japanese War, and the fall of the mountains and rivers. The sadness and terror in the poem and the deep love were like his mood some time ago.

"I understand." 6 Xiaoman answered a little coquettishly, her head kept turning on Yang Rui's arm. She remembered the poem just now. When the two were alone in a familiar space, she was very natural. After remembering the memorial, she asked again: "It turns out, is there any more? I still want to hear it. ╋┣╋To read a book╬┣┞╬┟.,1·k·a-n=s`h=u."

"I still want to listen?" Songs and flirting with women are ways to vent their depression. Yang Rui's mood was not as deep as before, with a smile on his face. He suddenly remembered a "master song" in his mind, so he smiled and said, "Then sit down." After saying that, he smiled a few more times, and finally said, "

When I stand upside down,

I'll walk with my head

Think with your feet

Whistle with your lower body

Breathe with the liver port..."

This postmodern style poem is completely different from the previous one. When Yang Rui heard the fourth sentence, he wanted to whistle with his lower body, the extremely solemn 6 Xiaoman, who was infected by the previous one, turned red. She couldn't help but hit Yang Rui's arm with her fist and smiled: "What kind of poetry is this? So vulgar!"

Yang Rui ignored her complaints and continued to recite: "

...

I've always got married and fell in love

Fines first and spitting everywhere

Be praised first and then go to save the child who fell into the water

First sacrifice heroically and then be posthumously considered a member of the Revival

Write your memoir first, and then participate in the revolutionary work

First, seriously criticize and educate cadres, and then engage in corruption;

I also saw the owner pour tea for the nanny

The rich beg for the poor

The superior handed cigarettes to the subordinates

Comrade Lai Youlu learned from us;

I also saw the director driving for the driver

Officials give gifts to the people

And to the people who came to inspect the work

Welcome in the middle of the tunnel;

From then on, the people can be the masters of the country

And under the banner of the country

Riding on the head of a public servant, he acts as a blessing."

The whole poem was almost finished by Yang Rui without any emotion. Xiaoman couldn't laugh when he heard the second section 6. She knew very well that the extremely funny and vulgar section in front was only paving the way for the next two sections, and the irony was obviously aimed at officials at all levels who had become increasingly corrupt after just over ten years of founding. Read the book╠.`1/k/

"It's true, the better and better." 6 Xiaoman kissed Yang Rui's cheek in the dark, and then said softly.

"Of course, it must get better and better!" Yang Rui agreed seriously and then got out of the car.

The Imperial Guard Command was in the original Iron Fanzi Hutong, the 6th Army Headquarters earlier. It should have been the guard who notified the commander Wu Peifu and Yang Rui when he got off the car. He helped open the car door, and then he saluted a standard Beiyang Army, "Hello Prime Minister!"

In addition to Wu Peifu, Zhang Chengyue, the director of the National Security Bureau, who knew Yang Rui would be there tonight, and Fan An, was also on the side. Yang Rui did not return the gift. He just said "Go in and say," and walked forward quickly. As soon as he left, the three of them followed behind and entered the conference room directly.

"What's the situation?" Yang Rui was extremely serious and asked Zhang Chengyue directly.

"Report to the Prime Minister: The situation..." Unexpectedly, Yang Rui asked such a sensitive question in front of Wu Peifu, Zhang Chengyue couldn't help but stammer.

"Tell me. Ziyu is his own person!" Yang Rui understood his hesitation. When he said Ziyu is his own person, Wu Peifu was already thrusting his chest higher.

"Report to the Prime Minister: Mr. Taiyan and Mr. Xiao Xu are not abnormal; others... there are no abnormalities, either." Zhang Chengyue said.

"Yeah." Yang Rui responded lowly. He suddenly saw Fan An wanting to speak and stopped, so he immediately looked at him. "Report to the Prime Minister: There is a serious false report on the number of deaths caused by the chaos in the capital. Now we have verified the exact number of deaths..."

Hearing Fan An say this, Yang Rui immediately interrupted: "Don't care about this. Are there any other abnormalities? What is Xuanqing doing now?"

"Report to the Prime Minister, Mr. Xuanqing is inspecting the sock knitting factory and garment factory in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and there is nothing abnormal." Zhang Chengyue said.

"Yeah." Yang Rui was silent for a while after answering, and finally said to Wu Peifu who was waiting, "Now I order: the first-level guard order of the Imperial Guards will be lifted. Return to normal; the 6th Division of the 2nd Division of the 6th Navy Team will return to its original garrison as planned."

"Yes, Prime Minister!" Wu Peifu stood up and stood attentive when he heard this. After Yang Rui signed the order, he quickly walked out.

The thin page seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds. After Wu Peifu took it out, Zhang Chengyue and Fan An were obviously relieved. Seeing this, Yang Rui smiled and said, "Are you very nervous?"

"No..." the two of them replied in unison, but they were all right and wrong.

"Okay." Yang Rui did not delve into the attitudes of the two, but only said: "Do you think Wu Ziyu is reliable?"

"Reliable." Zhang Chengyue replied without hesitation. "It is more important than ordinary Beiyang officers, and he emphasizes righteousness and promises. But this is also his shortcomings."

After Zhang Chengyue said that, Fan An nodded. Yang Rui had known Wu Peifu's character for a long time. Wu Peifu, who had just returned to the capital and was indistinguishable from the enemy and us, was the best candidate for the Imperial Guard. He nodded and asked again: "Ziyu was not affected by those rumors, right?"

"No!" Zhang Chengyue affirmed: "He was there at the Battle of Baldic. He knew that Zhouzhi had done his best to reinforce the 11th Army. The real reason for the serious losses of the 11th Army was that the German offensive was too fierce and it was full of heavy howitzers, so..."

"It's good to be a sensible person." Yang Rui nodded again. "Okay, the matter will end here. In addition, if you don't object, then Yinge returns to the Ministry of Civil Affairs and Fan An takes over the position of director of the Security Bureau..."

"Yes, sir/Prime Minister." The two of them had known this result for a long time, and Zhang Chengyue was just in charge of the National Security Bureau.

"Okay." Since the matter was over, Yang Rui got up and left. As soon as he returned to the official car, 6 Xiaoman came over with Xiangfeng. Her breathing was a little rapid. Although Yang Rui's clothes were very cold, she still buried her face in the man's arms.

"Have the matter been done?" she asked in a low voice, thinking that she would spend the night in the car, but she didn't expect Yang Rui to come out so soon.
To be continued...