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

But I believe that after what happened tonight, they will definitely support the reform with both hands, if for no other reason than to leave a way for their sons to survive a hundred years later.

When Ren Hao stood up to leave, Censor Chen looked at Ren Hao's back and asked, "How sure are you?"

"Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish." Ren Hao did not look back, but just coldly said this to show his determination.

After leaving the Censorate, Ren Hao did not rush back home, but asked Zhang Tong to drive to Ma Qian's residence.

Ma Qian did not have a mansion in Beijing, only a small house in the suburbs of Xishi.

This small house was passed down from ancestors, and the Ma family gate hanging on the eaves of the door had long been dilapidated and was about to fall down.

After Ren Hao stepped on Zhang Tong's back to get out of the car, he did not knock on Ma Qian's broken door at the first time. Instead, he stood on tiptoe to help Ma Qian straighten the door plaque, and then gently knocked on Ma's broken door.

"It's so late, who is it?"

A servant held an oil lamp and opened the door a crack, his face full of vigilance.

And this servant was also the only servant in Ma Qian's family.

"Go back and tell your master that Ren Hao is here to visit you for something." Ren Hao said.

"Sir, my master has fallen asleep. If you have anything to do, please come back tomorrow," said the servant.

"I have something urgent to discuss with your master. Please go back and report to him. Your master will definitely see me." Ren Hao said again.

"Then wait a moment while I go back and let you know."

Seeing that Ren Hao was so persistent, the servant had no choice but to allow him to go back to the house and disturb Ma Qian.

Ma Qian, who had fallen asleep at this time, heard the servant's report that Ren Hao came to see him. He was stunned at first and couldn't understand what important matter Ren Hao could discuss with him. After all, they were not the same kind of people.

Despite his doubts, Ma Qian still put on his clothes and had Ren Hao brought into the house.

"Please come in, sir." Ma's servant opened the door and made a gesture of invitation to Ren Hao.

"Sorry for disturbing you." Ren Hao nodded and walked in, only to see Ma Qian coming into the yard with his clothes on.

Ma Qian had no intention of letting Ren Hao in, so he stood at the door and asked, "Ren Sikong, why are you here at my humble abode so late instead of going home to sleep?"

"Teacher Ma..."

"Lord Sikong, you'd better not call me teacher. I have never taught you anything in a day, and I really can't bear it." Ma Qian waved his hands, looking annoyed.

"Mr. Ma, I came to you tonight to discuss something important. How about we go inside and talk?" Ren Hao took out a wine jug from his arms.

This pot of thatch was what he brought out when he came out of the Censorate.

"Is it important?"

"You've got the wrong person, haven't you? I'm just an empty-handed official in the court and have no power. If you have anything important to tell me, you shouldn't go to Prime Minister Zhao, but Censor Chen and the others." Ma Qian made way and entered the house and asked.

“You didn’t find the wrong person.”

"Although Mr. Ma does not have any real power in the court, he has enough reputation. All the Confucian scholars in the world look up to Mr. Ma." Ren Hao walked into the room, sat down and said.

"Mr. Ren, thank you for your praise. I am not that famous. It's just what others said." Ma Qian waved his hand and took out the wine bowl, not buying into Ren Hao's nonsense.

"Mr. Ma, you are too modest." Ren Hao said as he poured wine into the bowl.

"Good wine." Ma Qian took a sip and praised it.

He had heard of Maozi before, but the wine was too expensive and he could not afford it. He only drank it when His Majesty hosted a banquet for his ministers.

This was his second time drinking Maozi, but there were no decent dishes at home, only some pickled radishes.

Ren Hao looked at the pickled radish on the plate without dislike. He grabbed one and put it in his mouth. The radish was salty and really hard to swallow.

But Ren Hao still forced himself to swallow it.

"Tell me, what important matter do you want to discuss with me?" Ma Qian picked up a piece of pickled radish and asked.

"Do you want to be remembered forever?" Ren Hao suddenly laughed.

Live forever?

Ma Qian also suddenly laughed, and then said: "Who doesn't want to be praised by future generations? But I am afraid that Ren Sikong has no good intentions and will make me be despised and hated for eternity."

"It turns out that in your heart, I have never been a good person." Ren Hao laughed again.

"Not only in my heart, but in the hearts of all Confucian scholars, you are not a good person."

"You are a hypocritical and treacherous minister. As a trusted and favored minister of His Majesty, you not only fail to restrain His Majesty from being a wise and benevolent ruler, but also help His Majesty to be a tyrant as much as possible."

“It’s really abominable!!!”

"A traitor like you will sooner or later be despised and infamous for eternity."

Ma Qian became more and more excited as he spoke, and his saliva was almost splashing on Ren Hao's face.

Ren Hao was afraid that Ma Qian would suddenly die of excitement, so he did not argue with Ma Qian and admitted: "Okay, okay, I am a treacherous minister, and you are a good minister."

"I now have an opportunity for you to make a contribution that will make you famous forever. Do you want to participate?" Ren Hao asked.

"What you call a lasting reputation is probably not a lasting infamy." Ma Qian curled his lips in disdain and put another piece of salted radish into his mouth.

"If it's something that will be infamous forever, I won't look for you. I'll do it myself."

"Your Majesty is going to reform and implement the public land system. If you can support your Majesty's reform and make the public land system a success, you will be a great contributor."

"By then, not to mention that you will be remembered for generations to come, His Majesty will certainly remember your contributions in supporting the reform and give you Confucian scholars some say." Ren Hao said as he poured Ma Qian a bowl of wine.

"What is the public land system? I have only heard of the land grant system, but never heard of the public land system." Ma Qian asked, holding up the wine bowl.

Ren Hao explained the system of public land to Ma Qian.

When Ma Qian heard that the public land system required the people to reclaim wasteland and occupy land, he immediately became angry and refused to do it.

He brought out the old ideas passed down from the Zhou Li. From the Zhou Dynasty to the present, common people have not been allowed to own land. This is an unchangeable rule passed down from their ancestors.

"Master Ma, the times have changed. Zhou no longer rules the world."

"Why do you still cling to those outdated things? Besides, you Confucian scholars don't have any land."

"This public land system can also allow you to obtain land, and you can benefit from it. Why not do it?" Ren Hao said earnestly.

If it weren't for Your Majesty giving them salaries, these Confucian scholars in the palace would have starved to death long ago.

The Confucian scholars in the palace were so miserable, let alone those who were not in the palace. Their lives were even more miserable.

If the public land system was successful, it would also make life easier for the Confucian scholars. At least if they couldn't make ends meet, they could still farm and be self-sufficient.