The weather was beautiful. As soon as the eleventh year of Jinglong arrived, snowflakes fell in the sky.

Jiang Liu walked out of the room with the New Year's money in hand and was surprised to see the bright red paper confetti on the ground. A beautiful feeling that was difficult to describe in words surged into her heart. She turned her head and said to her brother very seriously, "Auspicious snow indicates a good harvest. This year there will be a good year, and my brother will also achieve everything he wants."

As long as you are willing, I will definitely be able to think about it. Jiang Ling took the umbrella from the maid's hand and said, "I'll take you back."

"Okay." Jiang Liu turned around, "Dad, am I leaving?"

Mr. Jiang, who was standing by the door, reminded, "Don't always look at the money in your hands, pay attention to your feet."

"Okay." Jiang Liu responded softly and glutinously, and followed Jiang Ling on the red paper confetti and walked into the snow.

Seeing the two children leaving, Mr. Jiang suddenly had a bad idea that he was already old. He stood up straight, his hands were back, and looked up at the snowflakes shining by the lanterns in the yard, saying, "This snow looks like it can be done with a big posture."

Jiang Erlang, who was standing next to his second uncle, replied, "Well. But it doesn't matter if it's too late. We have a canal. No matter how dry it is, there must be water in the Heishui River."

After Jiang Liu found the grain storage and solved the grain shortage in Suzhou, Mr. Jiang prepared for the future and dispatched a large number of people to clean up the canal channels that had been abandoned for many years to prepare for spring plowing.

Thinking of the canal being able to carry water, Mr. Jiang Er was in a better mood, "You are right. If the Heihe River can be used to irrigate the fertile fields, in a few months, when the fields and mountains see green, the people will no longer have to rely on disaster relief food to live."

Jiang Erlang asked, "Suzhou suffered natural disasters and man-made disasters, and he may not be able to recover after a few years of rest. Could the second uncle consider asking for a decree to Long Live and reduce taxes and labor service for the people of Suzhou?"

Mr. Jiang nodded, "I have asked Mr. Xie to draft a charter to help Suzhou recover as soon as possible."

Jiang Erlang said in surprise, "Mr. Xie has served as the Minister of Revenue for decades, and he can do this with ease."

"When Mr. Xie takes out the regulations, I will give it a little more polish to send it to Kang'an." Mr. Jiang sighed, "If you want to approve it, in addition to long live, you have to ask the cabinet masters to give up their hands."

Reducing taxes and corvee labor in a state is a major event. It must be reported by the Ministry of Revenue and approved by the cabinet. Long live the imperial edict. Mr. Jiang looked at the snowflakes and said, "I have sent the New Year gifts to Taifu Yin, Master Du Ge Lao, Zhang Fu Yin, and Shangshu Li. Whether it will be successful or not depends on theirs."

The young and energetic Jiang Erlang puffed up his cheeks and whispered, "It is clearly for the people, but he still needs his second uncle to pay for favors."

"The New Year gifts sent were named as the second uncle, but they were not the second uncle's pocket, but Suzhou kuyin." Mr. Jiang told his nephew the twists and turns here, "The court also had difficulties for the court. There were 240 states in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and each state had difficulties for each state. The court had so much kuyin, and it was more for the people of Suzhou, and the people of other disaster-stricken states got less. Long live the four seas and nine states, so they could not see each other personally, and they could only rely on memorials handed over by the states. Inspection officials understood the disaster situation in various places, and then formulated a charter for disaster relief and tax reduction after balanced consideration. Negligence is inevitable."

"So, only children who can cry can have milk." Mr. Jiang stretched, "and your second uncle, I am the one who can cry the most among the states."

Jiang Erlang said sincerely, "It's not that the second uncle can cry, nor that the second uncle's memorial is written better than others. But from long live, all the officials of the court, from the five temples, six ministries, and nine ministers know that you are dedicated to serving the people of Suzhou."

Mr. Jiang comfortably patted his nephew's shoulder, "You have come to the point. In life, whether it is human beings or doing things, you must be consistent and trustworthy. In this way, let everyone know who you are. Once they believe in you, it will be much easier for you to do things in the future. Uncle Er reads less and does not know the truth, but that's how things are."

Seeing his nephew looking at him with admiration, Mr. Jiang couldn't help but float away again, "There is another point you didn't say the point: Your second uncle, my memorial is very well written. Some officials who have read books for most of their lives and even won the top scholar in literature. Long live the memorials written by quoting scriptures and classics, and they may not like to read them; your second uncle, I like to read them."

Qingyan hiding in the dark...

Jiang Erlang nodded vigorously, "Today I listen to my second uncle's words, I will study hard for ten years. Erlang will keep the second uncle's words in mind, carefully study, and understand."

"You study hard. Not everyone can get the bestowed gift from my second uncle. Our uncle and nephew have this fate. My second uncle is optimistic about you." Mr. Jiang made his nephew's clothes, "It will be dawn in two hours. Go to bed quickly. You two will get up to pay New Year's greetings later."

After Mr. Jiang said that, his eyes turned to the door and his heart raised again, "Why haven't Ling'er come back for so long? Could it be that he has sneaked away again?"

"No. Uncle Second is resting first, I'll go out to find him back." Jiang Erlang held up the oil umbrella and walked west after leaving the hospital door. Then he found Jiang Ling standing outside the sixth sister's yard.

He had stood for a long time, and a layer of white snow had fallen on the black oil umbrella.

Seeing that the second brother was coming, Jiang Ling turned around to meet him, "Where are the second brother going?"

Jiang Erlang smiled and squeezed his right eye, joking, "You send my sister six, I'll pick you up. Let's sleep together tonight, I'll tell you about Mu Chongyuan."

"What's there to say about him?" Jiang Ling said indifferently and followed his second brother obediently.

There is nothing to say? Jiang Erlang raised his lips, "Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win a hundred battles."

Jiang Ling snorted, "He is not my opponent."

Since he knew he was not an opponent, why would you be foolish when standing in the snow? Jiang Erlang shook his head gently, took Jiang Ling back to the room, ordered the servant to bring hot water, take off his shoes and soak his feet in the water, and sighed comfortably, "Mu Chongyuan is not old, but he has some real skills. He was sent by Geluo to take medicine and arrested him in Shijian Village, and with his perfect tongue, he ordered the bandits guarding him to turn against him, find herbs to detoxify him, and help him take out the village. Then, he mobilized people to destroy Shijian Village, learned about Geluo's whereabouts, and took people to Suzhou."

"So that's it." Jiang Lingben was surprised why the people sent by Suzhou to rescue Mu Chongyuan could bring him back so quickly. It turned out that he ran out by himself. "When Mu Chongyuan couldn't walk, he was very good at talking."

Jiang Erlang continued, "He can not only talk, but also do things. Although he only met once, Uncle Er admired him very much and praised him. You said..." Jiang Erlang leaned forward and leaned forward to Jiang Ling, and said mysteriously, "Will Uncle Er be so excited by him that he would marry his sixth sister to him when he was happy?"

Jiang Ling's toes were tightly clenched at the wooden basin, "No!"

"Sister Six thinks he is not bad," Jiang Erlang continued, "Sister Six tells me in person, she thinks Mu Chongyuan's voice sounds very good."
Chapter completed!