At the beginning, his wife came to him, and he became rich by selling kidney treasures.

"In that case, why don't you hand over some of it first?"

"I see that you have been selling Maozixian wine for a while." Wen Yan stretched out his hand and collected it in the name of his brother.

Ren Hao rolled his eyes at Wen Yan: "Your brother is not anxious yet, why are you anxious? I will hand it in on time when the time comes."

Ren Hao patted Wen Yan's palm, then changed the subject and asked, "What do you think of Shen's?"

"Although he is a native of Linnan, it cannot be denied that he is a good assistant." Wen Yan nodded, and recognized Shen He's talents and insights very much.

"He is indeed a talented person, so I plan to take him in as my retainer and grant him the title of a second-rank minister."

"Your brother won't blame me, right?" Ren Hao asked tentatively.

Although he could be directly appointed as the left and right vice ministers of the Ministry of Revenue, Shen He was not a Han Chinese after all, but a native of Linnan.

Shen He is a talented person. If he could serve as an official in the court, Wen Yan would welcome it very much in her heart.

But now she is not playing the emperor, but Princess Wenyan.

Therefore, she could only roll her eyes at Ren Hao and replied ambiguously: "I am not a worm in my brother's stomach, how do I know whether he will blame you?"

"But you can try. After all, my brother is eager to recruit talented people. Maybe he won't blame you, but the officials in the court don't know about it." Wen Yan continued.

When she specially appointed Ren Hao as the Grand Marshal, all the ministers and officials protested fiercely. If it weren't for her forced and arbitrary decision, Ren Hao might not have been able to take the position.

As for Shen He's entry into the court as an official, I'm afraid he will be protested by all the ministers and officials.

However, Wen Yan does not care about the protests from the ministers and officials now. Instead, he hopes that more ministers will stand up and protest against him.

In this way, she will know who stands with her and who is on the same side as the prime minister.

She will use this opportunity to remember all these people and settle accounts with them one by one later.

Now she is no longer the young emperor who knew nothing about politics, but a real emperor.

When Ren Hao was sending Wen Yan out of the house, he happened to see Li Jin who was teaching Shi Huan and the servants in the house how to practice sword.

Li Jin taught the servants in the mansion to practice sword skills because he considered that if he was not in the mansion in the future and encountered any crisis, these servants would have the ability to protect themselves and his wife.

"I don't want to practice anymore. I don't want to practice anymore." Shi Huan threw the bamboo sword in his hand and sat down on the ground.

Ah!

"Huan'er, what do you mean?" Li Jin put down the bamboo sword in his hand and looked at Shi Huan who was sitting on the ground.

"Grandpa, I already mastered the basic sword skills you taught me when I was three years old. What's the point for me to learn them now?" Shi Huan sat on the ground with a look of disdain on his face.

"Who is this young man?" Wen Yan looked curiously at Shi Huan who was sitting on the ground.

"He is Madam Shi's son, and he stays in my house to study as a junior guest." Ren Hao introduced him to Wen Yan.

Shi Huan was intelligent since childhood and had a natural talent for martial arts, with the strength of an ox.

He started learning martial arts with his father at the age of three, and could lift a large vat weighing 100 kilograms at the age of five. At the age of nine, he was taught sword skills, body skills, and boxing skills by many sword masters. At the age of twelve, he killed a mad scalper on the street with one punch. At the age of fourteen, he rode alone to Beijing to protect his mother and clear his father's name.

"This boy has the potential to be a great commander." Wen Yan admired Shi Huan's abilities very much.

"Marshal? I think it would be great if he could become a general in the future." Ren Hao shook his head.

Shi Huan's martial arts skills were absolutely impeccable, and Ren Hao would often praise him as the reincarnation of Xiang Yu. However, the only shortcoming of this boy was that he did not like to read and write, and was very proud and complacent.

"Since you are so young and have achieved so much, it's normal for you to be a little proud."

"If you, the fourteenth, had such experience, you would probably be even prouder than him." Wen Yan said as she looked at Shi Huan. The more she looked at him, the more she liked him.

"Why don't you hand him over to me? I'll let him be a young guard in the palace, and I'll help you train him." Wen Yan suggested seriously.

Ren Hao shook his head. He would never give his genius to Wen Yan.

"You don't have to teach him. Someone else will teach him." Ren Hao pointed to Li Jin next to him.

Li Jin put down the bamboo sword in his hand and began to educate Shi Huan with a look of disappointment.

"How can you achieve great things in the future if you are so willful and arrogant at such a young age?"

"Although you have mastered these basics easily, you must remember that the battlefield is not a competition between you and the knights, but a place of life and death."

"When facing an enemy with more troops than you, all you can use are these basics. These basics are what allow you to survive on the battlefield."

"Grandpa joined the army at the age of 30 and only practiced martial arts for a little over a month, but he was able to fight on the battlefield for more than 30 years, relying on these basics that you despise."

"Can you withstand this thirty-year-old sword!!!"

Li Jin spoke with great momentum at the end, drew the sword from his waist, and stabbed it in front of Shi Huan at lightning speed.

The wind from the sword ruffled Shi Huan's temples.

At this moment, Shi Huan widened his eyes and cold sweat broke out on the tip of his nose.

He had just grasped the bamboo sword and before he could react, Li Jin's sword was already in front of him.

"If this was on the battlefield, you would be dead."

“Never be willful and arrogant, and don’t think you can be lax and lazy just because you are strong. Often strong people die from their own arrogance and contempt.” Li Jin said in a cold and fearful voice.

He had seen willful and arrogant swordsmen on the battlefield. Although each of them was very strong, they could fight against ten or even a hundred enemies.

That is, because they are too strong, they become lax and underestimate the enemy, and eventually die under the enemy's sword.

"I will remember what grandpa taught me," Shi Huan said as he stood up.

"Keep practicing." Li Jin shouted and put his sword back into the sheath.

Shi Huan did not dare to slack off and picked up the bamboo sword to continue practicing.

Li Jin asked Shi Huan to practice the most basic swordsmanship with a bamboo sword, which was also to hone his character.

Wen Yan, who was watching the whole process, couldn't help but sigh: "You have a lot of capable people in your house."

"It was just my luck. I just happened to meet him." Ren Hao waved his hand modestly.

But Wen Yan didn't think so, and said: "If it was luck, then why didn't my brother meet it? Or is it that the Ministry of War has no eyes and missed these talented people?"

"Haha, maybe the Ministry of War was blind, so I got the chance." Ren Hao joked.

"It seems to be true." Wen Yan nodded without taking it as a joke. The military department always recommended good-for-nothings, so the real talents were buried in the mundane world.

"Master Wen, I won't see you off. You can go back to the palace by yourself."

Ren Hao sent Wen Yan to the gate of the mansion and made a gesture of invitation to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan nodded and left.