Just waiting for a reply, Xining, who was originally lazy, suddenly got up. According to the "etiquette", he first straightened his crown and temples, then straightened his clothes, brushed his sleeves with both hands, straightened his waist, and wiped his skirt.
Finally, he shook his sleeves on both sides and knelt down with his hands supporting each other: "My lord, I would like to receive the sacred letter!" He lowered his head and raised his hands.
At this time, Butler Lin was stunned. He stared at the county magistrate as he began to arrange his clothes. He still stood there after the magistrate knelt down.
When the maids next to him, including Butler Xiao and Xiao Zhan, saw this, they immediately knelt down as well.
After waiting for a long time, there was no movement. Jing'er lowered her voice helplessly: "Hey, hey..."
Only then did Butler Lin come to his senses and put the bamboo slips in his hands into the hands of the county master.
Xining stood up after receiving it, walked to the side and sat down.
The bamboo slips were tied with ropes and dripped with sealing wax. She untied the rope, opened the bamboo slips and read.
This letter was certainly not written by the King of Han, but probably by one of his clerks. It is written in a formal and high-sounding way, and contains many quotations from classics and rare words.
She couldn't understand several words, and she could only point with her finger: "What is this word?"
After Jing'er looked at it from the side, she thought for a while: "I don't even know this."
Xining then unfolded the slip and said, "Look, what are the words?"
Two housekeepers and a steward walked over.
Xiao Zhan looked at it and read: "Remember not to squander things, otherwise in the long run, you will be arrogant and extravagant."
Butler Xiao glared at his nephew, "What are you trying to do? The servants around him didn't say anything, asking you to show your culture."
"Arrogant and extravagant..." Xining recalled.
Xiao Zhan hadn't seen Butler Xiao wink at him yet, and explained: "It comes from the pre-Qin Dynasty's "Uncle Xiang Congratulations to the Poverty". When the uncle met Han Xuanzi, Xuanzi was worried about poverty, the uncle went to congratulate him. Xuanzi said: 'I have the name of Qing but I don't. In fact, I have no choice but to give birth to two or three sons. I am worried about you, but why are you congratulating me?'"
Shuxiang went to see Han Xuanzi. Han Xuanzi was worried about poverty, but Shuxiang congratulated him.
Xuanzi said: "I have the title of a high official, but I do not have the wealth of a high official. I have no honor to associate with other high officials. I am worried about this, but you congratulate me. What is the reason for this?"
Butler Xiao kept glaring, and when he couldn't stand it anymore, he secretly tugged at the hem of Xiao Zhan's clothes. Only then did Xiao Zhan see Butler Xiao's livid face, and his eyes almost couldn't eat him.
Xining smiled and found a comfortable place to sit down: "Go on, keep talking. It doesn't matter if you are wrong!"
I’ve already said half of what I said, and I can’t go on without saying it. Xiao Zhan could only bite the bullet and finish telling the allusion.
Ziheng was extravagant, greedy, broke the law and amassed wealth. He deserved disaster, but he relied on the kindness of his father Luan Wuzi to end well.
When it came to Huaizi, Huaizi changed the behavior of his father Huanzi and learned the virtues of his grandfather Wuzi, which could have avoided the disaster; but he was implicated in the sins of his father Huanzi and fled to the state of Chu.
Xi Ning finally understood and said thoughtfully: "Your Majesty told me not to behave like Zi Heng. Even if I can die a good death with my father's kindness, my descendants may flee because of my sins." .”
She raised her head and looked around: "Really?"
Butler Xiao was sweating, and he quickly knelt down and bowed: "Shuzi is ignorant, please punish me by the county master."
Xining turned his head, looking innocent and ignorant: "This is what your Majesty said, what's wrong with Xiao Zhan?"
If Xiao Zhan was at fault, then Han Wang was at fault. This cauldron made Butler Xiao lie on the ground immediately. He crouched on the ground and kowtowed: "The county master is right, your Majesty is absolutely right."
What's wrong? Throw away the big pot first anyway. If the county lord gives you small shoes in the future, you can only wear them.
Xining smiled brightly, stood up, walked to the desk with the bamboo slips and looked at it carefully: "If there is anything else I don't understand, just tell me. This is a letter written by your Majesty. I have to understand everything." A sentence, every word. Since you are already in my house, you are one of my own, sharing weal and woe. I will also give you a few words. If there is no skin left, the hair will be attached."
Damn it, even if I die this time, I want all of you to be buried with me, so that I won’t just hang on the beam in the living room.
Upon hearing this, even Butler Xiao stood up from the ground and walked to the case to take a closer look.
This letter is full of insinuations, admonitions, and criticisms, and the response here is also within the scope of trade. He also wrote that the things he sent were very good. Although he was poor, he still thought of him and felt deeply gratified. Finally, the King of Han signed it and deemed it read.
Xining asked about the melon.
Ten cartloads of melons arrived in the capital, but three cartloads were rotten. I chose the best of the two carts and sent them to the palace with the letter.
The rest is sold on the street. For rotten melons, remove the rotten parts and cut them into thin slices for people to try.
On the one hand, it was a tribute sent to the palace from the frontier, and on the other hand, after tasting the melon, it was extremely sweet, and there was an endless stream of buyers.
Xiao Zhan said happily: "The original price of a melon is one tael of silver. According to the county boss, the price will not be raised. It was sold out in two days. Many people asked if there will be any more in the future. The income was 2,350 Sixteen taels and five hundred taels were purchased for corn and shipped back, and the rest has been converted into cash, packed and shipped back."
In this era, there were no handouts and banknotes, everything was in cash and cash.
Xining thought for a while and said: "It's a good idea now. You can repair it for two days, and then go to the city to help me choose a place in the city and buy a cheap warehouse where I can store grain."
Xiao Zhan asked: "Approximately how much stuff should be stored?"
Xi Ning estimated: "Just save five hundred shi of millet."
Five hundred stones? It is equivalent to more than 50,000 kilograms, which can feed more than 100 people for a year.
Butler Xiao bowed: "We can build a granary. Even the largest granary that can store a thousand stones can be built in only half a month without buying too much land and warehouses."
Xining nodded immediately: "Then hurry up and get it. I want a millet barn and a wheat barn."
He turned to look at the letter on the table: "You guys go and rest first. Let me think about it before I reply."
The letter is already filled with dark waves, and you really should think carefully before writing it. Another "Uncle Lord" might lead to death.
When Butler Lin presented the letter, he returned to the inn and did not sleep well for three days. It was not until the chief eunuch of the palace came over with the letter from the King of Han that he breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that armed guards would burst into the room at any time and kill him for the serious crime of defying the king.
The three of them bowed and left, and Xining finally had something to do again. Every day I fanned and looked at the open letter over and over again.
Jing'er couldn't stand it any longer, and while waiting, she asked: "County Master, how many times have you read this letter? What did you see?"
Xining took the cantaloupe handed over by Jing'er and took a bite: "Well, it's so sweet. This letter..."
Jing'er pricked up her ears and listened, and heard the county master eating melon and saying vaguely: "This letter... the handwriting is very good!"
It turned out that he was just reading the words. Jing'er was discouraged and handed over the wet wipes and another piece of melon with a smile.
