Hanzhong Marshal's Mansion.

There are several trees with lush branches and leaves.

In the early morning, the early morning sun shone through the branches and leaves. Yuan Yan walked under the tree while listening to Jiang Di's introduction.

"Please see, real person, the most conspicuous thing in our handsome mansion is the ancient Han Terrace. It is the ruins of the palace of Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty. This high terrace is left behind. The terrace is more than two feet high. The 'Tianhan Tower' is built on the terrace. It was built in Ningzong.

Chao is the highest point in the city. Including Hantai, it is eight feet high..."

Eclipta trees are planted along the path, giving people a sense of simplicity and tranquility.

The two of them walked towards the ancient Han Terrace.

At the stone steps, there is a large stone with the word "Hanji" written on it.

"This is a stone carving left behind when Chengping of the Song Dynasty built Han Terrace as a government office. It is taken from the meaning of 'leaving this piece of clay is still the foundation of the Han family'."

As Jiang Di said this, he led Yuan Yan up the stone steps, and in front of him was the Tianhan Tower.

Yuan Yan stopped and looked up.

The Tianhan Tower is majestic, with an arched structure, five bays and two floors, red columns, dark green glazed tiles, and overlapping eaves, making it solemn and graceful.

There is a couplet in front of the building.

"The Han River flows eastward for thousands of miles, and Qin Yun looks north to the first floor."

The two women climbed up to the high pavilion and looked around, seeing the entire Hanzhong City in full view.

Yuan Yan's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but sigh: "It's such a good weather, I feel relaxed and happy."

Looking farthest away, you can actually see the mountains of the Daba Mountains as if they are in the clouds.

There are a lot of sailing boats going back and forth on the Han River, which is as picturesque as a poem.

Inside and outside the city, pedestrians, carriages and horses were in an orderly manner, and smoke slowly rose from time to time, creating a peaceful scene.

Looking around the government office, you can see ancient trees and bamboos, covered with flowers and trees.

"Do you really like this place too?" Jiang Di said with a smile: "There is a pavilion above. Mr. Han and the others like to serve tea and discuss matters on the pavilion, so we are called the 'Hantai shogunate' and the 'Tianhan shogunate'.

"

Yuan Yan nodded and was about to say something when he faintly heard conversations coming from the stone steps.

"Every time I come here, I feel that there is a kingly spirit in Hanzhong."

"Yes, stability of people's livelihood is prestige. Those informants from Lin'an recently..."

"Don't worry about them, just manage things smoothly..."

Yuan Yan and Jiang Di turned around and saw Han Chengxu and several staff members had boarded the Tianhan Tower.

"Mr. Han."

"Mr. Han..."

"Okay, okay, Sister Jiang, will you take me to see the scenery of Wuxi River? Again, treat this place as your home..."

Han Chengxu was happy to see Yuan Yan.

They were related to each other. Han Qi'an's late wife Yuan Luan was Yuan Yan's cousin.

After exchanging a few words, Yuan Yan and Jiang Di hurriedly left and retreated to Tianhan Tower.

They were a little afraid of Han Chengxu, because they worked in the shogunate, so they would inevitably feel a little embarrassed when they met the shogunate.

After getting off Hantai, you can see Zhengya in the northwest direction. From a distance, you can see a famous official walking back and forth holding documents, making it a busy scene.

The two of them walked south, crossed the small pond, and saw a lobby in front of them.

"Beside the pool is Xixin Pavilion, and in front is the meeting hall, Guiyintang." Jiang Di raised his finger and pointed, and said: "On both sides are Donghua Hall and Xihua Hall, and our public apartment is in Xihua Hall."

Xihua Hall is said to be a hall, but it is actually a large public house.

Passing by the largest public room, he saw a crowd of people inside. Yuan Yan turned around and saw more than thirty people sitting in three rows, listening to Yan Yunyun's lecture.

"...It's still far away! Do you remember Sichuan and Shu twenty-five years ago? There were three to four harvests a year, supplying 30% of the military rations and 50% of tea in the Song Dynasty. The commercial tax of Sichuan and Shu accounted for ten percent of the total tax revenue of the Song Dynasty.

First, looking at the entire Song Dynasty, including field taxes, grain taxes, Ding taxes, and commercial taxes added together, Sichuan and Shu only had commercial taxes, which accounted for 11%.

Jincheng Chengdu is home to merchants, department stores, boats and cars, and other counties alone. The prosperity of the southwest city is not only dependent on growing food. Only through trade and travel can we exchange what we have, can we build roads, and can our population follow suit.

Traders flowed into Sichuan and Sichuan. What should we sell out? Tea, salt, brocade, medicinal materials, bamboo utensils. Let the old, weak, women and children also weave bamboo, pick tea, dust cotton, weave cloth and boil salt. The talents of the mountain people who collect medicine in the deep mountains

Come out and rely on us to develop business and tourism, so that these people who cannot wield a hoe can make a living.

Let’s talk about two things today, ships and huizi. I’ll reiterate it again. News from Lin’an. The Chishan Paper Bureau will print an additional 150,000 huizi every day this year. It will soon be the same as waste paper. If anyone dares to collect it...

…”

Yuan Yan was looking at Yan Yunyun, somewhat lost in thought, when he suddenly saw the other person turn his head and stop talking.

Yan Yunyun's eyes were a little sharp, but they disappeared after a moment, and he nodded politely.

Yuan Yan did not dare to disturb him anymore and hurriedly walked to the public room with Jiang Di.

"Does Mr. Yan care about so many people?"

"Well, it's not just that. Master has hundreds or even thousands of people under his command." Jiang Di said: "She is even more powerful than she looks. She worked with the commander when she was in Qingfu County."

"In the past, I only heard that there were women in the Hantai shogunate, but I never thought that they had real power."

"There are only three of us girls in total, oh, four, and there is also Aunt Asha who has not returned from Guanzhong with Daozhang Hao. She also has real power, but she said she is not the shogunate..."

Jiang Di actually didn't understand much about this, so he led Yuan Yan into the public house.

The public room is not small, but it seems a bit empty. The desk is covered with documents.

"This is where we usually deal with documents. If there is any business, Mr. Yi Ning will preside over the discussion at every hour and quarter every day." Jiang Di also introduced: "Generally, the staff of the Shuai Mansion have temporary posts, and each takes care of their own affairs. Recently, I

I just went to work at the Cultural and Newspaper Bureau."

She didn't have anything confidential here, so she picked up a few documents she had written and showed them to Yuan Yan.

This is Nanjiang County's population and household registration, autumn grain tax items and other documents.

Jiang Di has used a red pen to highlight several omissions. For example, next to "Heitan River Water Conservancy spent 500 guan last year" there are red words "453 guan, note, check and control the government approval document 510

Two..."

Yuan Yan was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, the seventeen-year-old girl in front of me was quite organized in her work.

She couldn't help but praise Jiang Di.

Jiang Diwei was a little embarrassed and said: "Because I have watched my father handle county affairs since I was a child..."

As he spoke, he faintly heard the sound of a bell.

This is the morning bell.

Not long after, a clerk came over and sent a few documents to be placed on Jiang Di's official eucalyptus.

"Mr. Ning told me that if Mr. Jiang goes to the Cultural and Press Bureau today, he can bring Wuxi Master there."

"Okay, I'll come over after I deliver the official document to Guiyintang." Jiang Di nodded, and he seemed to have a vague air of a staff man.

In the morning, she took Yuan Yan to process some documents from the Shuai Mansion, and in the afternoon she took a donkey cart to the Press and Press Bureau in Xicheng.

The Cultural and Newspaper Bureau occupies a large area, and the plaque is still new and smells like paint.

When we entered the courtyard, we saw everything was busy.

Han Qi'an was patrolling the hall, surrounded by many people reporting matters.

He was not as sharp as Yan Yunyun, and he arranged things as smoothly as possible. When he saw Yuan Yan, he said hello, with a hint of sadness in his politeness, as if he was thinking of his deceased wife.

Yuan Yan stepped forward and called: "Brother-in-law."

Han Qi'an nodded, led her to the public room, took out a few newspapers and articles and handed them over.

"I was originally opposed to you working in the shogunate. It would be too hard. But since the commander-in-chief agreed, let's do it. This newspaper and newspaper bureau is newly established, and everything is complicated. Three pages of the official newspaper must be published before the New Year's Day.

, these articles must be revised, and the language must be plain and easy to understand..."

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The next night.

"What has Sister Yuan been busy with lately?"

Zhang Wenjing took a look at the eucalyptus and said in surprise: "Huh? A widower remarries, or a widow remarries?"

"It's just a plan to close the paper."

Yuan Yan took the other articles he had written and put them aside, indicating that he was not just preaching about marriage.

She asked, "What are you busy with these days?"

Zhang Wenjing stood up, took a few steps with her hands behind her hands, smiled and said, "Get ready to get married."

"marriage?"
To be continued...