Liu E looked at the zhazi handed over by the third division today, and as she looked at it, a hint of surprise appeared in her eyebrows.
Tea merchants are very enthusiastic about contracting the "Shouzhou Huoshan Farm", and more than a dozen merchants have signed up.
One of the names caught Liu E's attention.
Liu E has a very good memory, and she remembers clearly that Liu Mei once mentioned the name of this tea merchant to her.
However, Liu E just took another look and had no intention of intervening.
"Mother, the officials are here."
Not long after, Lin's voice sounded in Liu E's ears.
"Big empress."
"Brother Six, please sit down."
Liu E pointed towards the chairs in the side hall, then moved her steps and also walked towards the side hall.
Of course, when she stood up, she took the zhazi that Sansi presented with her.
"Brother Six, this is from the Third Division."
"The specific situation is similar to what Sixth Brother said. The merchants are very enthusiastic about the contract."
I have to admit that the current situation is indeed different from what Liu E expected.
Tea merchants are so positive!
In fact, Liu E had an idea in her mind.
The tea merchants have a positive attitude, not because the contracting law is so good, but because this is the first time that officials have expressed their opinions on major national affairs.
Therefore, this group of people are active just because the official is the emperor.
Liu E thought this way and subconsciously avoided a question.
Perhaps, when it comes to handling government affairs, she may not be as good as the officials.
"It's expected."
After a while, Li Jie put down the note in his hand and commented lightly.
Noticing the confusion on Liu E's face, Li Jie had no intention of continuing to explain.
Because the theory involved is quite complicated, involving distribution, secondary distribution, and tertiary distribution.
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Although Liu E was very smart, she had no theoretical foundation. It was like building a house without a foundation. How could she build a house?
The Hanging Gardens of Babylon?
"By the way, Madam, count the days. Wang Qinruo should be back in the next few days, right?"
Immediately afterwards, Li Jie changed the subject and mentioned Wang Qinruo, who was about to return.
"It should be these days."
Liu E nodded. She did not deliberately hide the matter of summoning Wang Qinruo back to Beijing. After all, the imperial edict had been sent out.
"The eldest lady's previous arrangement for the king's minister was to succeed him as deputy privy envoy?"
"yes."
Liu E responded calmly, and then said doubtfully.
"Why, is it possible that Sixth Brother has other plans?"
Li Jie smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Actually, I think it would be more appropriate for Mr. Wang to go to Huoshanchang, Shouzhou, as a governor."
Wang Qinruo must be very capable, otherwise, he would not be able to become prime minister just by flattering others with his thin beard.
In addition, he also participated in the compilation of long historical books such as "The Deeds of Kings and Ministers in Past Dynasties" and "Cefu Yuangui".
Although he has a bad reputation, he has not made any contributions.
This person can be used.
but not now.
Given the current situation in Beijing, Wang Qinruo would definitely be in a dilemma if he returned to Beijing to serve as deputy privy envoy.
On the one hand, there are northern scholars, and on the other hand, there is Ding Wei, who has already become enemies with him. If he really comes, he will only become a victim.
Historically, Wang Qinruo returned to Beijing to pay homage to the prime minister again in September of the first year of Tiansheng's reign (1023).
However, this visit to the Prime Minister became Wang Qinruo's reminder.
In less than two years, Wang Qinruo died in office as prime minister.
Although he was already sixty-two years old at that time, which was considered a long life in ancient times, to talk about life span regardless of class is to be a hooligan.
The average life span of the ancients was indeed relatively short, but if we only count the bureaucratic class, their average life span is much higher than that of ordinary people at the same time.
Wang Qinruo's death was more likely caused by anger or regional discrimination.
"this……"
Upon hearing this suggestion, Liu E immediately hesitated.
The deputy privy envoy and the governor of Huoshan field are completely incomparable.
The former is an important minister of the two governments, while the latter is just a local official.
Previously, Liu E summoned Wang Qinruo back to the capital for reward, but now if he is designated as the capital prisoner, it would be punishment.
And he was punished severely.
"I will think about it."
After a while, Liu E did not reject the proposal directly, but left room for maneuver.
After all, she had called people back. If she sent them away indiscriminately, it would inevitably damage her personal image.
"That's fine."
After saying that, Li Jie paused and then continued.
"If you feel embarrassed, you can actually tell the Prime Minister that this is what I mean. I believe the Prime Minister will understand the pros and cons."
"Um."
Liu E responded noncommittally, not sure whether she heard it or not.
According to Liu E's true inner thoughts, she definitely didn't want to do this.
If he really did this, wouldn't he become a coercive veteran?
Once Wang Qinruo was told that this was the official intention, how could he refuse?
Nanxunmen.
A pure black horse pulled a carriage with a simple shape into the city of Tokyo. Although the carriage was very low-key, anyone who knew a little bit about horses knew that someone who could pull a carriage of this color must not be a mortal.
To use an inappropriate analogy, it would be like driving a Maybach or other top luxury cars to Didi in later generations.
Therefore, the guard at the city gate just glanced at the documents spread out by the groom and let him go without even checking.
have to!
have to!
have to!
Listening to the echo of the horse's hooves trampling on the stone slabs and the shouts of hawkers on both sides of the street, the man in the carriage lifted the curtain beside the carriage.
This man has a very obvious feature. He has a sarcoma on his neck. At first glance, it is difficult to give people a good impression.
This person is none other than Wang Qinruo, who returned to Beijing from abroad.
Because he had a tumor on his neck, the world also gave him an unpleasant name when he was prime minister.
Gall phase!
Of course, this is just a private title, after all, it’s better to slap someone in the face than to slap someone in the face.
Unless the two of them completely break up, they will not shout like this in public.
"Mr. Prime Minister, Tokyo seems to be a bit more prosperous again."
Looking at the lively scenes on both sides of the road, the driver driving the carriage said with a smile.
"That's it."
A pungent smell came from the street. Wang Qinruo gently covered his mouth and nose and quickly lowered the car curtain.
'It's time for this outer city to be managed and governed.'
At the same time, Wang Qinruo had not even received the formal appointment, but he had already begun to think about the first thing he would do after he became the Deputy Privy Envoy.
Strictly speaking, the area near the outer city is not under the jurisdiction of the Privy Council, but should be under the jurisdiction of Kaifeng Mansion. However, there is not no room for maneuver near the city gate.
Because the outer city is the first wall to resist incoming enemies.
Although there has been no war for a long time, if there is an enemy invasion, the current scene in the outer city will definitely affect the defense work.