The doctor who rushed to help Mingzhou from the capital had already left. Ye Zhenzhen was worried about her in every possible way and hoped for nothing, so she could only suppress all her emotions in her heart, follow the instructions of her elders to take good care of her baby, and cooperate with her son and Cui Zhiming's colorful clothes entertainment project.
Lehe, pretending to be indifferent to the outside world.
In fact, she knew that some people who had been planning for a long time finally wrote a special letter and wrote a memorial to criticize Cui Weizhen for his inability to provide disaster relief, which caused heavy losses to the people of Mingzhou and countless deaths and injuries.
Emperor Xuanwu was noncommittal about this. Not only did he keep these rumors in his mouth, but he also fully implemented the previous land tax reform. Now, not only those officials who voluntarily paid taxes paid taxes, but also all the court officials, including landlords, squires, and distinguished scholars.
Including his son, all the tax-free privileges he enjoyed before will disappear. As long as there is land in his name, taxes must be paid accordingly.
Even though the taxes these literati-officials had to pay were 40% less than ordinary farmers, workers and merchants, this matter still caused an uproar among the literati-officials.
What they care about is not the taxes that need to be paid, but the privileges that have been deprived, the rights that have been violated, and the ancestral family laws that have been changed.
For a time, Cui Weizhen was impeached, and the opposition to change reached its peak.
Of course, the situation in the DPRK was not one-sided. Cui Weizhen's connections and influence over many years of management should not be underestimated. Coupled with the support and maintenance of King Wei's party, the two factions fought in the DPRK. For a while, they were in a stalemate, which was full of gunpowder.
Under such circumstances, the first snowfall hit the capital.
Winter has officially entered the capital, and the long-lasting heavy rain in the south has finally stopped. Thanks to the more than 30 doctors and medicinal materials rushed to the rescue from the capital, the epidemic in Mingzhou has finally stabilized.
In fact, the specific situation is not as exaggerated as the rumors in the capital. Although many people were washed away by floods or crushed to death by collapsed houses, Cui Weizhen and Guo Jing actively responded and placed the victims in the temple on the top of the mountain and collected small boats.
After rescuing people, dredging the river and building dams to block the water, the situation gradually improved.
These information are not hearsay, but are explained in the letters sent home by Cui Weizhen. He was busy and tired recently, and fell asleep when he returned to the government office. He was even woken up in the middle of the night to deal with emergencies, and he didn't even bother to eat.
Eat, let alone write a letter home.
Although the disaster is under control, the post-disaster reconstruction work is also a top priority. Cui Weizhen still has no leisure time, so he took time to write this letter.
This letter from home made Aunt Cui and Ye Zhenzhen finally put their high-spirited hearts into relief. Although the letter did not contain good news, there was no bad news either. This was enough for people to burn incense and worship Buddha, thanking Buddha for his blessing.
Aunt Cui gave Ye Zhenzhen a vaccination in advance: "It's only more than a month before you give birth. Given Wei Zhen's current situation, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it back in time."
Ye Zhenzhen smiled and nodded reluctantly: "I understand, mother, don't worry, I have already written to Wei Zhen and told him to put his health first and there is no need to rush back."
Mingzhou is a big mess, with everyone watching from top to bottom. Cui Weizhen was caught and impeached even if he made no mistakes. If he left his post without permission, no amount of credit would be able to offset it.
Besides, his body couldn't bear it either.
Although he didn't say it clearly in his heart, Ye Zhenzhen could guess that under such high-intensity work, his health must be bad. Although he did not contract the plague, he would definitely be unable to bear it if he rushed back in the middle of winter.
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Aunt Cui breathed a sigh of relief, but patted her hand with some pity: "It's just because of your hard work."
"I take care of him well in the house, and everyone cares and takes care of him. It's not hard at all. But Wei Zhen still has to suffer in Mingzhou, which is called hard work."
Aunt Cui shook her head: "Serve the country loyally and serve the country and the people. That is his ambition and ambition. It is right to suffer for the people, but you are different. You suffer for our Cui family."
Ye Zhenzhen was not happy to hear such words: "Mom, you have my child in your belly too, I am happy with it."
Aunt Cui laughed.
Ye Zhenzhen's belly is getting bigger day by day. The towering belly makes it difficult for her to bend down, let alone see her toes. Because her legs are swollen, she can't even wear embroidered shoes, so the sewing room specially made them for her.
I bought special shoes for pregnant women and they were very comfortable to wear. Ye Zhenzhen fell in love with them as soon as she wore them.
Cui Zhiduan heard that his mother's legs often cramped, and whenever he had time, he would imitate a maid and pinch her feet. From the unfamiliarity at the beginning to the proficiency, Ye Zhenzhen was both relieved and distressed. If she could, she would rather her son not be so sensible.
"Mom, what's wrong with you? Did it hurt you?" Cui Zhiduan saw his mother's brows frowning slightly, and thought he had struck too hard.
"No, son, your strength is very good, even comparable to the professional masters of Guose."
Cui Zhiduan pursed his lips happily at his mother's compliment, but he did not forget his mother's appearance just now, so he asked tentatively: "Mother, did you miss your father just now?"
Ye Zhenzhen was startled, but did not refute, but asked: "Then do you miss daddy?"
"think."
Unexpectedly, Cui Zhiduan admitted openly: "Dad has not returned from a business trip. It is right for me to miss him. But as the eldest son in the family, I have to take good care of my mother and sister for my father. I can't mess with my mother anymore."
Kiss you sadly."
Ye Zhenzhen rubbed his head: "You are a good brother and a good son to my parents."
Cui Zhiduan smiled shyly and looked at Ye Zhenzhen with bright eyes: "Really?"
"Really. Oops, your sister kicked me again."
"Really, really? Let me see."
Cui Zhiduan skillfully buried his head on his mother's belly. Sure enough, he was kicked by his sister's little feet. He immediately smiled like a silly brother.
He smiled and said to his mother: "My sister just woke up and was stretching in your belly. Her little hands and feet kicked me in the face."
Ye Zhenzhen felt a little pain from being kicked, but seeing her son's happy face, she suddenly felt that the pain was not worth it.
She smiled and said, "Have you not written a diary for your sister today?"
Since the last conversation, Cui Zhiduan put aside his vague jealousy and uneasiness about his sister and took the initiative to take care of his sister's birth diary.
"Yeah, I almost forgot."
Cui Zhiduan hurriedly ran over, took his sister's exclusive diary booklet from the small study, and solemnly wrote: "On the 20th of the winter lunar month, when I woke up from a dream, I stretched myself in my mother's belly and kicked my brother in the face.
My brother is so happy."
He looked at it carefully for a while and felt very satisfied. After the ink was dry, he solemnly put it back in a special small box.