When Butler Xiao and Butler Lin came, they saw two slaves hanging maps in the living room.

Ping'er pointed and said, "My County Lord, is this good?"

Xining, who was leaning against the soft collapse, looked at it: "Okay!"

"See the county lord!" Butler Xiao and Butler Lin bowed.

"Sit." Xining shook the fan and watched the two kneel aside.

In this era, chairs were not popular yet, and they were still cushions and kneeling. Although she just leaned halfway, she was the county lord and the master, and she did whatever she wanted. This made her look in poor health and weak.

When I heard that the county magistrate's mansion had to pay off the monthly salary in a year, it was indeed more than 300 taels, and I couldn't help but be surprised: "Why can it be so much?"

Butler Lin looked at the county lord. When did the county lord care about the expenses? Reported: "Ten guards have harbors a month of half a tael to two taels; there are 20 maids and slaves, ranging from one to half a tael, and a total of thirty taels per month. The cook, chores, servants..."

"Okay!" Xining was a little impatient: "I remember the county lord's monthly salary was 500 shi, so why did he have to pay 300 taels?"

Butler Lin replied: "Most of them are the county lord's clothes, jewelry, and various foods. The county lord likes to eat rare things, such as the Western Regions honeydew melon, which cost thousands of coins per coin. After it is opened, the others are discarded and used one every day. The county lord does not like cloth and thread, and only loves all kinds of top-quality silk and satin, silk from Jiangnan, Sichuan and Sichuan brocade, such as the county lord's current Hang Luo, which is worth hundreds of silver. The purple pink silk that is worn on the ball of flowers is also a high-quality product, worth..."

"Okay, okay!" Xining had a headache. The owner of the body was living too extravagant. It seemed like he had a few dozen sets of clothes on his body.

This guy is still growing, but he is dressed so well.

Thinking of this, she asked, "Where are the dresses that I couldn't wear before?"

Butler Lin was stunned: "I'm still in the Qinling Palace."

Xining shook the fan and immediately gave an order: "Go and get it, take it all."

Butler Lin was completely confused: "I don't know if this is here..."

Xining asked: "Did you say no before I leave?"

"It seems that there is no such thing." Butler Lin thought for a while, and saw the county lord looking at him like this, and immediately realized: "The little one immediately asked someone to come over and get it."

"No, you go in person! There will be something else to do when you go there." Xining looked around and looked: "Whose two housekeepers writes well?"

Butler Xiao immediately bowed: "My little nephew has read for a few years."

"Then call me, I'm going to write a letter." Xining shook the fan.

A man in his thirties and over thirty years old came in and knelt down and bowed: "Greetings to the Lord of Changping."

Butler Xiao signaled: "Introduce yourself and let the county magistrate know."

"The youngest name is Xiao Zhan, whose courtesy name is Junliang. This year, he is the nephew of Butler Xiao."

Xining looked at Xiao Zhan's conversation and nodded slightly: "Okay, I'll write a letter, I read it, you write it."

The bamboo slips were spread out, the ink was ground, and Xiao Zhan lifted up the pen to look at it.

Xining said leisurely: "Your Majesty."

It was written for the King of Han, and Xiao Zhan's face suddenly became more and more serious. He held his breath and focused, and wrote down the first four words.

Xining continued: "Uncle Jun, I have arrived at the fief of Linyi County. It is not good at all. It is poor and broken..."

When he saw Xiao Zhan, he stood there with his pen, staring at her with his eyes, as if he was frozen.

She couldn't help but urge: "Write, why are you standing there?"

I originally thought it was the above statement, but it turned out to be a letter.

Xiao Zhan couldn't help but remind: "This is written to you. Even if it is a letter, it is too casual, right?"

Xining sneered: "It's just because it's a letter that can be done casually. I'm not a minister, I must write it in a proper way and grasp every word. You can write it evenly, and you can't delete and modify a word."

After clearing his throat, he continued, "Don't say what you eat, use it, everything is short of."

Xiao Zhan's mouth twitched, OK, as long as the county lord is happy, this is a matter between their royal uncle and nephew, he just keeps writing.

Xining shook the fan lightly and stopped from time to time, so that Xiao Zhan could write what he said just now: "Can I open a market like a patrol and Xiangguan here? I can also change something to eat and drink, otherwise I will be almost suffocated. I will bring local melons with me, which is so sweet. If Uncle Junshang likes it, his niece will get some more. The Lord of Changping respects it."

Xiao Zhan no longer thought about anything and just wrote it. This letter was actually given to the King of Han. If the King of Han saw it, I wonder if he would laugh out loud.

After writing, I put down my writing and felt relieved: "Minister, I've finished writing, please read it!"

Ping'er went over, picked up the bamboo slips with both hands, and held them in front of her.

After seeing her rough eyes, she nodded: "Butler Lin, go and prepare melons to deliver them together. When passing by the Qinling Palace, bring all my clothes and accessories back."

Butler Xiao reminded: "County Lord, the melons here will be broken as soon as they ripen. Linyi will be half a month away from the capital. When you go there, even if you bring a cart of melons, there will be not many left after you arrive."

"That's it..." Xining thought about it and asked, "What if it's half-cooked, or seventy-year-old, is it going to be sent to the capital?"

Mr. Xiao replied: "If it is 70% ripe, about 30% will be left in the capital. If it is half-ripe, 50% will be left. The raw melons can be hung with ripe on the vines, and the taste is much worse. The raw melons will become less sweet when they are ripe."

Xining thought about it again: "How many cars are left in the Qinling Palace?"

Butler Lin replied: "About fifteen cars."

Xining nodded: "Go and prepare the fifteen-day melons. The fifteen-day melons are ripe, and the five-day-day melons are ripe, and the five-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-day-old melons are picked out. The others are sold on the spot, and they can be sold as much as possible. This matter..."

Xining Fan pointed at Xiao Zhan: "You can accompany Butler Lin to do it."

Xiao Zhan was immediately overjoyed and bowed to him.

Butler Lin frowned slightly: "This Qinling Prince's Mansion, Nephew Xiao Shi's will go with you?"

"Of course we go together. He is my own person anyway. Where can I get my own things? "Xining shook the fan and pursed his lips: "I heard that Butler Lin's family is still in the Qinling Palace?"

Butler Lin felt it was not very good and immediately replied: "Jian Nei and his son and daughter-in-law are accustomed to the climate there, and their grandson is still young, so they are in place for the time being."

Xining smiled and said, "I must get used to the climate here. Since I am not used to it, it doesn't matter. If you go back this time, take them all. If you can't, don't come back."

Butler Lin was shocked: "County Lord..."
Chapter completed!