The night breeze in early summer was very refreshing, and the night with the chirping crickets was even more refreshing. It took me another quarter of an hour to wander from the study to the orange garden.
The servants were playing flower cards by the wall in the front yard, which was right next to my study. I could hear them gossiping about the princess and the princess, but I couldn't climb over the wall and ask them to sew their mouths shut, so the noise was accompanied by
The sound of crickets chirping came over, which gave me a market-like sense of life. It reminded me of a pond of toads on a summer night.
To be honest, being able to read an article amidst the sound of toads makes me very calm. Every time I talk to Wenxiong about this, he admires me very much and says no wonder you are the top pick and I am the second pick, it turns out I am just behind.
Here it is!
I laughed loudly and nodded in agreement. When the Jinluan Hall was consecrated, I really looked at all the people in the hall as toads. Perhaps it was because I looked at them all as toads that I, as a swan, was given the title of Minister of the Ministry of War.
She fell in love with him and became his son-in-law.
Fate is a sin, even if you don't accept it.
Oh, that's a long way to go. Except for Liangya, these soldiers and gangsters probably don't even know the number of words that Liangya knows.
After entering the orange garden, entering the house, closing the door, Liang Ya went to drink the northwest wind of summer night with Lian Xing. I poured a cup of tea from the teapot, sipped it carefully, and tasted that this was this year's Longjing.
Following the scent, he walked to the desk and said in a very calm tone, "The stallion is here. Do you think it is here or in bed? The bed is not cold, and your martial arts will be tested here."
She was wearing a green dress at the moment and was writing something quickly. She raised her head slightly and glanced at me. The willow leaves were curved into waves, and she ordered to go to bed first and drive away the mosquitoes.
I originally thought she would frown because of my disrespect, but it turned out that her face was as flat as a mirror and calm, which was beyond my expectation.
Oh, my handwriting has improved.
I responded and then went to chase away the mosquitoes.
When it comes to catching mosquitoes, I think that if I am second, no one can be first. Fighting mosquitoes is an intellectual activity. You can't kill them when they are flying. You can only shoot them when they stop.
It kills him, so you have to guess where it wants to stop in order to be prepared and give it a fatal blow at the most appropriate time.
Then I held the candlestick and searched for the mosquito's flight path with my eyes and ears, while I began to think about the third kindness she did to me.
The third best thing is what she is writing now.
Because he was a military general of three generations and a veteran of seven dynasties, the Zhao family was very powerful in the court, and the emperor did not take too much care. My father-in-law and Prime Minister Zhou were both civil and military, and took over 80% of the affairs of the court, so I
Part of it was given to my wife, Zhao Yanran, to do it.
With her here, her delicate thoughts and extremely rigorous analysis skills, there was no flaw in this game. The officials outside couldn't criticize her, let alone turn this game upside down.
I sometimes suspect that my father-in-law values me, most likely because I can decorate the appearance of their home. At least when others doubt the author of these watertight countermeasures, he can not even look at it.
, point at me with your finger.
From another perspective, that is to say, my wife has taken over all the things that I should have done.
This is her third best.
I have the urge to curse, but I have the responsibility to maintain politeness.
When I killed the thirteenth mosquito, I put down the candlestick, got into the gauze and rested my arm on my arm, asking, Madam, how many words have you written?
She didn't even count, but answered from the desk, eighteen pages.
I hummed and started to take a nap.
Eighteen pages is not a lot, and you can memorize it all after reading it twice.
But she stood up, walked to the bed, lifted the gauze curtain, and asked, "What do you mean when you told Zhang Qin of the Imperial Academy today that the wheat harvest in the north will be poor this year?"
I thought for a while and replied, there will be little rain this spring, so the grain harvest in the north will definitely be poor. What's so surprising about this.
But she raised her eyebrows and said, "You have made your own decision! Zhang Qin is the king's minister. By saying this, aren't you reminding him to make early disaster relief plans? The grain in Jizhou's treasury was only harvested last year and sold in Shandong."
It’s twice the money to go. If you say so, Wang Xiang will definitely prevent the rats in Jizhou’s treasury from getting in. How can they transport these grains to Shandong and sell them? Hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, just you
It’s gone in one sentence!
I was anxious and retorted, if the Jizhou government's treasury is transported to Shandong, isn't it equivalent to pushing the people of Jizhou into a pit of fire after summer? If the harvest in the north is poor, is it just that the people of Shandong are hungry?
She grabbed my lapel, pulled me up from the bed, and said, "How do you know I don't have any countermeasures? Can we collect some old rice from Huguang to provide disaster relief?" In addition to providing disaster relief, she also
We can still make hundreds of thousands of taels of silver!
I suppressed the beating flames in my heart and replied, "How about the time that comes and goes? Is two months enough? In two months, hundreds of thousands of people will die!"
She glanced at me sideways, let go of my clothes, and said disdainfully, "Those are refugees, and they have been in trouble for three or four years and have not been calmed down. You have raised them well, why do you still need to use soldiers to suppress them? You are kind,
Is it kinder to kill them with a knife than to starve them to death?
I suddenly felt confused for no reason. He was right. Refugees have always been an extremely difficult problem to deal with. They will run away as soon as they are beaten, and they will become chaotic as soon as they are released. If they are left alone, they will be like locusts, sweeping away the place they go to.
Once it was empty, many previous dynasties were lost at the hands of the refugees.
However, they...sin will not lead to death!
I'm still persisting.
Yanran sat down by the bed very sweetly, held my chest, and said, "Husband, everyone knows they don't deserve to die, but there is only so much food. Under natural disasters, the number of people who can feed is always limited. If we take them all
To make a living, you have to buy rice and grain, but if the money is thrown away, the price of rice and grain will increase. So what will the poor in other places do? Do they just eat the bark of trees?
I still refused to admit defeat and argued that adding some sand to the food would also make people alive.
She smiled and said, there is insufficient food, and it has probably been misappropriated by layers of bureaucrats before we even go down. What do you mix it with?
So I shut up. From a scholar's point of view, compared with old people like them, it always seems like a weak moan/moan.