Cao Shuo opened his eyes with difficulty and rekindled the candle that had been blown out by the wind. The sky was still dark.

After placing the scattered bamboo slips on the table, Cao Shuo went straight to the kitchen. He pinched his nose and drank the boiled Chinese medicine in one gulp.

Cao Shuo's physical condition has been getting worse and worse recently, and he even coughed up blood a few times. He has been staying at Zao Zhi's house because he is afraid that Ding will know about his condition and ask him to rest at home, so that he can no longer continue to work.

Something I like.

The implementation of the farming policy has promoted a large number of refugees to settle in Yanzhou, and Yanzhou's food and material reserves are also constantly increasing. Cao Shuo is very happy about this. If physical fatigue can be exchanged for the prosperity of the people in Yanzhou and sufficient supplies for Cao Cao's army, then

He is also very willing.

Apart from the desk and the couch, the only thing left in Cao Shuo's room was a mountain of slips. Cao Shuo took out a scroll of bamboo slips and sat in front of the desk and read them carefully.

The candlelight flickered, and the weak light reflected on Cao Shuo's pale cheek. From time to time, coughs could be heard in the room. Zao Zhi could only shake his head and sigh when looking at the scene in the room.

"Zizhao got up so early." Zao Zhi walked into the room and glanced at the pile of letters in Cao Shuo's room. "I will buy some bookshelves for you tomorrow. It is inconvenient to pile up so many letters here.

."

"Thank you sir." Cao Shuo wanted to stand up and say hello, but Zao Zhi held his shoulders and sat back down.

"Your health is not good. You should pay more attention to rest." Zao Zhi said with concern.

"Sir, don't worry, I'm fine." Cao Shuo said with a smile.

Zao Zhi smiled helplessly. He had said these words a thousand times, but Cao Shuo was just perfunctory every time. After the two chatted for a few words, Zao Zhi handed some official documents to Cao Shuo and left in a hurry.

As the sun rose, Zao Zhi's mansion began to get busy. A servant knocked on Cao Shuo's door with breakfast. Cao Shuo just tasted a few bites and couldn't eat anymore. It's not that these meals are unpalatable, it's just that

Cao Shuo has been feeling that he has no appetite recently.

Zao Zhi had already gone to the Tuntian Duwei Office, and Cao Shuo was in his room helping Zao Zhi handle some minutiae matters. The Tuntian Office had just been established, and Mao Jie and Cao Shuo were Zao Zhi's most capable assistants, even though the affairs were boring.

And it’s complicated, but Cao Shuo still enjoys it.

"Zizhao, you and I go out for a walk." After several knocks on the door, Mao Jie's voice reached Cao Shuo's ears from outside the house.

"What are you going to do?" Cao Shuo opened the door and looked at the happy-looking Mao Jie and asked doubtfully.

"The winter wheat outside the city has begun to be harvested in the past two days. Let's go and take a look." Mao Jie said excitedly.

"But what should I do if someone sees me?" Cao Shuo asked worriedly after a flash of joy.

"It's okay. Your Majesty went to Xuzhou yesterday, and all your uncles and brothers followed you. No one in Juancheng knows you." Mao Jie looked at Cao Shuo's hesitant look and continued to persuade, "You

It’s not like I haven’t been out before, and nothing happens now. The weather is nice today, so we can just go and see what we have achieved over such a long period of time.”

"Then let's go now. I haven't seen a good harvest for a long time." After hearing Mao Jie's persuasion, Cao Shuo no longer hesitated. After all, he is a teenager and it is too much to stay in the house every day.

It’s boring.

After saying that, the two set off towards the outside of the city and happened to pass by Cao's Mansion.

"Don't you go in and take a look? You haven't been home for a few days." Mao Jie asked.

"It's okay. Let's go back next time." Cao Shuo looked at the familiar courtyard wall and asked casually, "Are Zihuan and Zidan still going on the expedition with their father this time?"

"This time only Mr. Zixiu went with the envoy. Mr. Zihuan and Mr. Zidan both stayed in Juancheng." Mao Jie replied.

"Eldest brother has gone with his father? But it is not safe for Zihuan to stay in Juancheng. Those nobles are likely to do something secretly while father is away. What should we do if Zihuan is in danger? Father should know about this.

Yes, everyone in Juancheng now knows that the military strategy came from Zihuan." Cao Shuo was very surprised by Cao Cao's arrangement. He felt that Cao Cao would not have thought of this with his long-term plan.

"This is the envoy's arrangement. I don't know what the envoy thinks." Mao Jie said helplessly when he saw this.

The two continued to move forward. They passed by a lively mansion. Outside the door, a man dressed as a Confucian scholar was greeting friends to enter the mansion. Those people were all dressed in noble clothes. Cao Shuo looked up and saw Chen hanging on the door plaque.

The word Fu.

"This is Chen Gong's mansion. After Bian Rang's death, Chen Gong seems to have the tendency to become the second Bian Rang." Mao Jie saw Cao Shuo's puzzled eyes and whispered, "Chen Gong will summon his colleagues to the mansion every day.

When they were chatting at a gathering, you didn’t have to guess what they were talking about. Even after he resigned, the emperor had nothing to do with him."

"It seems that Chen Gong wants to take advantage of the opportunity to gain fame. He wants to be the leader of the Yanzhou gentry." Cao Shuo said disdainfully. After seeing the tragic situation of the hungry people in Yanzhou, he never had a good impression of the gentry's children.

"Chen Gongtai had better just want to earn some fame. If he rebels, there will be no peace in Yanzhou again." Mao Jie said with a wry smile. Now in Mao Jie's heart, only the land policy is the most important. If Yanzhou

If there is another war in the territory, the fruits of labor of the tenants will be destroyed in the smoke of war.

The sun was high in the sky and it was already noon. Mao Jie took Cao Shuo to a simple house.

"Why did you bring me here, sir? Aren't we going outside the city?" Cao Shuo asked in confusion.

"At noon, all the tenants went to find a place to rest and escape the heat. Let's take a short rest before going." Mao Jie smiled and called Cao Shuo inside, "Young Master is welcome to come to my house as a guest."

"This is your husband's home?" Cao Shuo looked at everything in the Mao family in disbelief, thinking that the gentleman next to him was really simple.

"I'm back!" Mao Jie shouted into the room. A woman in a coarse wavy shirt and a boy of seven or eight years old walked out of the room after hearing the noise.

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"Cao Shuo has met Madam and Young Master." Cao Shuo saluted after looking at Madam Mao and Mao Ji.

"This is Mr. Zizhao, the second son of the envoy." Mao Jie introduced Cao Shuo to the two of them with a smile.

After hearing this, the two people hurriedly returned the gift. Mrs. Mao thought that her husband had become more and more powerful recently. Last time, two young masters came to visit him, and this time they brought back an older one directly. But what about this young master?

He looks so weak, and his body was exhausted by drinking and sex at such a young age. It seems that the person who came this time is not a good person.

Cao Shuo's nose felt itchy, but he still held it back in front of a few people.

Mao Jie let Cao Shuo into the house, and the two started talking while drinking tea. Mao Ji listened in confusion, while Mrs. Mao continued to do her own thing.

The weather was getting colder. Mao Jie took Cao Shuo away when he saw that the time was almost up. Mrs. Mao pulled Mao Ji into the house and asked in a low voice: "What did Mr. Cao say to your father?"

"We talked about farming, and occasionally about fighting." Mao Ji answered truthfully.

"Lie! That Mr. Cao is not such a person at first glance. Does he look like a farmer?" Mrs. Mao hit Mao Ji on the head and said in a disdainful tone.

"Really. Dad and Master Cao have been talking about these things." Mao Ji replied aggrievedly.

"It seems that you have made yourself stupid by reading. You don't even know what the two people said. Your mother has a good eye for people. That young man with his thin skin and tender flesh is not a person who can farm and fight."

." Mrs. Mao sighed and continued busy with the work at hand. Mao Ji touched his head, wondering how a young man named Cao would come and he would be beaten by his mother?

After Cao Shuo and Mao Jie left the city, they quickly arrived at the place where the tenant farmers were working. The endless wheat fields were rippled by the breeze, and there was endless laughter among them.

Cao Shuo was very happy to see the smiles on the tenants' faces. It seemed that his efforts for so many days were not in vain. Mao Jie looked at Cao Shuo's face and smiled happily.

"What do you think of the effectiveness of the farming policy? This wheat is a monthly ration for thousands of people." Cao Shuo and Mao Jie looked back and saw Zao Zhi walking towards them.

"Why are Boxiao here? Aren't there a lot of official documents in the office that haven't been approved yet?" Mao Jie asked.

"Zhongde came to see me just now. He asked me to supervise the grain harvest. He also asked me to transport all the grain turned over to the warehouse in Nanying." Zao Zhi explained.

"Is there not enough food in Xuzhou? Logically speaking, it shouldn't be." Mao Jie asked solemnly.

"It can't be that there is a shortage of food on the front line. This food should be provided by Xun Wenruo to prepare for emergencies. Yanzhou is not as peaceful as it seems now." Zao Zhi replied after thinking for a moment.

"You mean those people in the city? Can they still rebel?" Mao Jie asked in surprise.

"This is what we don't understand. Xun Wenruo can see it more clearly than we do. I hope this kind of thing will never happen. These tenants have finally stabilized." Zao Zhi said with a wry smile.

"He Boqiu once said that Wen Ruo is the weapon of Wang Zuo, and now it seems that he was absolutely right." Mao Jie sighed.

"You can rest assured that you will leave the affairs of Yanzhou to him. Xun Wenruo does have the talent for governance." Zao Zhi also praised.

Late at night, Cao Shuo's candlelit room seemed incompatible with the dark Zaozhi Mansion, and the pile of official documents on Cao Shuo's case became taller and taller as time went by.

The coughing in the room became more and more violent and rapid. Cao Shuo spat out a mouthful of blood on the floor. He stood up and quickly cleaned up the blood. The sight of today's bumper harvest gave Cao Shuo great motivation.

He was more confident about the results, so he felt full of strength when he started doing things today.
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