Wei'en picked up the cup, took a sip, and said with a smile: "This wine tastes good." Wei'en and Vincent both liked to drink a few sips during dinner. Vincent was a very drinker, but Wei'en ordered as much as he wanted and drank slowly.

drink.

Vincent nodded and said with a smile: "This is serious fruit wine. I am never willing to drink it."

Wei En stared at the cup and said slowly: "Oh? Today is not a New Year or a holiday, but you brought out good wine. Do you have something to say?"

Fanny sat between the two of them, grabbing the rice in the bowl and saying vaguely: "It will be my mother's death anniversary in a few days."

Wei En was slightly startled and looked at Vincent. Vincent said seriously: "Brother, my wife's death anniversary is coming soon. I will set off tomorrow to visit her grave in the mountains."

Wei En took a bite of the dish and said, "Just go, I'll just come and see the house."

Vincent held the wine glass and said: "If everything goes well here, I will be back in as little as three or five days, or as much as a week."

Wei En said: "Vincent, do you mean there are any dangers in visiting my sister-in-law's grave?"

Vincent hesitated and said slowly: "Maybe there will be, it's hard to say."

Wei En put down his chopsticks and stared at Vincent, who also looked at him, with a deep look in his eyes mixed with a hint of melancholy. Fanny looked at her father and uncle, her shining eyes wandering endlessly.

After a while, Wei En shrugged and said, "I understand. No matter what happens, I will take care of Fanny."

Vincent smiled, and the smile at the corner of his mouth looked extremely happy. He stretched out his generous palm. Wei En looked at the giant hand and said lightly: "Don't do this, it's your mother-in-law's fault."

Vincent laughed loudly and raised his glass: "Here, let's do it!"

The two drank it all in one go.

Vincent was always resolute in his words and deeds. Early the next morning, he left the town on horseback. Wei En stood on the long street to see each other off, and Fanny, whose body was not yet developed, sat on his right shoulder and watched.

As his father's figure disappeared on the horizon.

Wei En held Fanny's waist with his right hand and said, "Fanny, don't feel bad. Your dad will be back in a few days."

Fanny's eyes flashed with tears in her eyes, but she forced a smile: "Uncle, you are with me, I won't feel uncomfortable."

Wei En tightened his hands and said with a smile, "Well, our Fanny is really sensible."

The two turned around and walked home along the only long street in the town. After walking a few steps, Fanny said: "Uncle, the One Thousand and One Nights you told yesterday was really nice. Is it a story from your hometown?"

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Wei En was stunned for a moment and said with a wry smile: "I don't know either. There is such a story in my memory, but I don't know if it has anything to do with my hometown."

Fanny tilted her head and thought for a while, then clapped her hands: "If you can't figure it out, stop thinking about it to save yourself a headache. Dad told me that happiness is the most important thing when people live in the world."

Wei En laughed loudly: "Yes, happiness is the most important thing."

The two of them were walking and chatting, not feeling lonely. Suddenly, Fanny said "Hey" and said, "Isn't this the mayor's grandpa?"

Wei En looked around and saw the old mayor Tour, hunched over and holding a cane, walking this way. Fanny slipped off Wei En's shoulder, ran to Tour, and bowed:

"Good morning, Grandpa Mayor."

Tur nodded and said: "Hello, little Fanny."

Wei En walked over and said, "Uncle Tour, why did you get up so early today?"

Tour said: "Well, I've been feeling upset lately and can't sleep well, so I came out for a walk."

Wei'en was very surprised. Tu'er was an approachable, kind and kind old man. He always smiled when he saw everyone and was highly respected by the townspeople. He didn't know what happened to make this old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life so worried.

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Wei En hesitated for a moment and said tentatively: "Uncle, is there anything I can help you with?"

Tu'er was already lost in thought again. He shook his head and passed by the two of them. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and turned around and said, "Well, there are too few scholars in this town. Let me tell you about this."

It’s not a bad idea.”

Wei En smiled and said nothing, ready to listen.

Tur looked at the curious Fanny, tapped his cane, and said: "Fanny, you haven't had breakfast yet? Come on, come to my house, let's eat and talk."

Wei En drank the last mouthful of porridge and put down the spoon. Fanny was eating very well when she was growing taller. She was still nibbling a vegetable bun in her mouth, and her cheeks were bulging. Wei En looked at her innocently.

His expression and eyes were full of smiles.

Tour pondered and said: "Wei'en, do you know why I am troubled?" Then he said: "Oh, look at me, I am really old and confused. Why do you ask such nonsense?"

"Uncle, does your trouble have anything to do with Yorkshire?"

Tuer was startled and looked up and down at Wei En. Wei En's face was relaxed and smiling.

After a while, Tour said slowly: "How do you know?"

"Oh, this is just my guess."

"Tell me your reasons." Tour asked curiously.

"Uncle, when we entered the yard, your son was coming back from morning exercises. He was sweating profusely and had a sunny face. It seems that nothing major happened at home. If it were some minor matter, with your temper, you would definitely not be so troubled."

"Well, that makes sense."

"The wheat in the town has just begun to ear, and it's not harvest time yet; I haven't heard of any big events happening in the past two days, so the uncle should be worried about things outside the town." Wei En continued: "I just entered

When I entered the room, there was an envelope on your desk with paste next to it. It seemed that it had just been pasted. Although I couldn't see the contents on the envelope, the envelope was made of fine gilt silk, so I

I guess the envelope is destined for a certain noble, and this noble must be quite powerful."

"The town of Gaia is located in a remote area. Within a few hundred miles, the only nobleman who can make you, an old man who has long wanted to retire, so troubled is the Earl of Yorkshire."

"That's right." Tu'er sighed softly: "Wei En, you are able to see the big from the small and observe the subtle things, which surprises me. It seems that maybe I have found the right person for you."

At that moment, Tour told Wei En his troubles. It turned out that the Yorkshire territorial nobleman, Earl Synge, was about to turn 50 in half a month. The town of Gaia was poor in resources, and Tour had been unable to produce it.

A decent gift, he has been worried about it for several days.

After Wei En listened to the old mayor's troubles, he remained silent and said nothing. To be honest, he was not very interested in this kind of official flattery.

Tours is an old man. Looking at Wei En's expression, he guessed a little bit of his thoughts: "Oh, Wei En. You are a newbie here and you don't know the situation in the town. There is very little rain this year. It is a drought year.

I guess the harvest is much worse than in previous years."

"Every year after the wheat harvest, we have to pay one thousand kilograms of wheat to the county as agricultural tax. This thousand kilograms of wheat would not be a big problem during a good harvest, but not this year. If we pay it in full,

I’m afraid the residents in the town won’t have enough food to eat by the end of the year.”

Wei En said "Oh" and roughly understood what Tuer meant.

"So, I want to take the opportunity of Lord Earl's birthday to prepare a gift that will make him happy, and then ask him to reduce this year's agricultural tax so that the residents can spend this lean year with peace of mind. However, our town has a big slap in the face.

It’s a place where it’s okay to ask for anything. Seeing that the count’s birthday is approaching day by day, and the birthday gift is still not available, I feel anxious.” After saying this, Tour’s expression looked a little more anxious.

After hearing this, Wei En frowned and considered, and tapped his fingers gently on the table, making a "dong dong" sound. Fanny had already finished eating and was feeling bored. She held her chin in one hand and started tapping on the table with the other hand.

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"Uncle, what is the reputation of Count Singer?" Wei En asked.

Tour replied: "Earl Singer is a hereditary noble. His family is very wealthy. He joined the army in his early years and has made many military exploits. His reputation is pretty good in Yorkshire."

"Well, so this old man has no special hobby for money and beauty."

Tuer nodded: "It should be. I don't know if Singer is a pervert or not, but his wife is from a wealthy family and has a very strict family tradition. It is said that she controls the earl very tightly, haha."

Wei En murmured: "I am neither greedy for money nor lustful. I have led soldiers and fought in battles...Uncle Tour, I have an idea."

Tour's eyes lit up: "Say quickly."

"The Rice Wine Festival was held in the town last month. I remembered that we have a few girls and boys with very good singing voices. What do you think if we organize them to rehearse a cantata as a gift to the earl?"

"Chorus, what is this?"

"You don't know the cantata?" Wei'en was slightly surprised: "It's something that I take for granted and that everyone on the street knows, but this erudite old man doesn't know it. It's really interesting." Suppressing his excitement, Wei'en explained:

"A chorus is when more than a dozen people sing the same song together."

"Oh, singing like a choir in church."

"The content of the cantata is richer than that, and the effect produced will be more impactful." At that moment, Wei En put together several necessary parts of the performance of the cantata, such as poetry recitation, male solo singing, female solo singing, unison singing, duet singing, and turns.

Singing, cantata and other contents were introduced to Tuer one by one. Tuer felt dizzy and his eyes were shining with gold. After finally waiting for Wei En to finish, he hurriedly interjected: "It sounds good, but you can definitely get up."

Achieve the effect we want?"

"Uncle Mayor, we have to think about the Earl's psychology." Wei En smiled slyly and was about to speak. Fanny tugged on his sleeve and said, "Uncle, I want to play in the yard."

"Go, don't run too far." Wei En responded.

Fanny ran out of the room, and Tour said impatiently: "Go on."

"You think that when a person lives in the world, he always has some desires, right? As a nobleman, he has enough food and clothing. Since he is not interested in money and beauty, he often cares about rights or reputation. We can't give him rights.

However, we can work on his reputation."

"Yes, yes, that makes sense." Tull nodded and smiled: "The Earl published a book last year called "Annals of Yorkshire", which mainly recorded the so-called major events in York County in recent years. Of course, the Earl because

He was the organizer and leader of some of the important events, so you can always see his name."

"That is, an old man, after so many years of rain, snow, wind and frost, must be nostalgic for the splendid splendor of his youth. If we write a song and put the proud deeds of his life in the song and sing it during the birthday banquet, when

Having so many guests is so honorable, no matter how bad it is, it is the icing on the cake, don't you think? In terms of money and material, there are many more people who are richer than us, and we can't catch up even if we try to impress them.

So we have to be new and creative, so that we can impress the count. You will also have some capital when you speak again."

"Yes!" Tur slapped his thigh and praised Wei En, but in an instant his old face became wrinkled again: "Your idea is good. However, writing songs and arranging music is an elegant thing, we can do it

Come?"

"Since the idea came from me, I will naturally find a way." Wei En said calmly.

Tuer laughed and said with narrowed eyes: "Wei'en, you really surprised me. That's it, I appoint you as the chorus leader and you will be fully responsible for this matter."

"It's the commander-in-chief." Wei En corrected him.

"Well, it's up to you. Then I'll call you Commander-in-Chief." Tuer was in a very happy mood at the moment, comparable to the moment when he won a big gambling sum.

"Uncle, I have been in town not long ago and everyone is not familiar with me. These ten days are not a lot of time. I hope everyone can fully cooperate with me." Wei En emphasized.

"Of course, I will inform you later. Whoever dares to disobey you, what is that person's name?"

"command."

"Yes, command. Whoever disobeys your command, I will let him taste the whip and punish his whole family with food rations!"

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Chapter completed!