Seeing Xu Yue's uncomfortable look, Xie Lingmo felt a little heartbroken.
To be honest, she actually couldn't bear to part with it, but this was officialdom and the fate of the family.
"How is Mr. Yu?" Xie Lingmo looked at Xu Yue while holding Xu Yue's letter of guarantee in his hand, his tone flat.
Xu Yue was a little dismissive: "He is just a civil servant and an official, and he is over sixty years old."
"This is indeed a fact," Xie Lingmo said quietly, holding a tea cup at this time: "But he has the only four-wheeled carriage in Lingquan County, and the little saint is ready to push him to the position of chief register, and even become one one day It’s not impossible to become a county magistrate.”
"It is possible for Mr. Yu to be promoted to the chief register, but it is impossible to become a county magistrate. You also know that I became a county magistrate, and how much effort the Xu family and Xie family put in to achieve today's results. I am a Jinshi official. . Mr. Yu is just a judge, there is no possibility at all." Xu Yue didn't believe it at all, not only his tone was extremely sure, but he also shook his head.
Xie Lingmo smiled softly: "The official is so sure, do you dare to bet?"
"What you say is what you say, why bet." Xu Yue didn't dare to bet now.
Last time he made a bet with Xu Mou that if the little saint could repair the Chi Road of Shu Road, he would drink ink.
Although Zhao Ping has not repaired it yet, judging from the speed at which the Hu people in Lingquan County built the Chi Road this time, it may not be impossible to repair the Chi Road within two years.
After learning from the bet with Xu Mou, he would not agree until he was absolutely sure.
Seeing that Xu Yue was not fooled, Xie Lingmo couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
She took a sip of tea, smoothed her soft hair gracefully with her hands, and said lightly: "What if Mr. Yu achieves political achievements in Taoyuan Town?"
"How much political achievements can Taoyuan Town achieve?" When Xu Yue heard this, he wanted to bet again, and couldn't help but asked with a smile.
Xie Lingmo smiled faintly: "The two workshops in Zhaojiazhuang, Lingquan County, are both in Taoyuan Town. What if these two workshops pay taxes?"
"This..." Xu Yue said one word and fell into deep thought.
"The imperial court assesses political performance mainly based on population, taxes, and land." Xie Lingmo's tone remained calm as he analyzed each one, "Taoyuan Town is on a mountain after all, and it is obviously impossible to increase the number of fields, but it is in Chengdu Prefecture or even Chengdu Prefecture Road. It has become famous, and more and more people are coming to settle in Shaanxi. The supplies made by its two workshops are in short supply, and it is not impossible to increase taxes next year. With these achievements, it is not impossible for Yu Lao to be promoted. "
Hearing this, Xu Yue felt extremely sad: "Anyone who sits in the position of Taoyuan Town's chief administrator will have political achievements falling from the sky."
You know, for the sake of political achievements, he not only came up with the Chidao project in an ingenious way, but also squeezed all the money out of the entire Lingquan County.
Even so, without Zhaojiazhuang's intervention, his Chidao would not only fail to become a Chidao, but might even become a slow road.
Unexpectedly, as long as he stayed in the position of chief administrator in Taoyuan Town and did nothing, his political achievements would fall from the sky.
"It's hard to say. It depends on who is the chief bookkeeper of Taoyuan Town. If you are from the Little Saint, it doesn't matter if you pay more taxes. After all, the court stipulates that merchants' taxes are only half." Although Xie Lingmo's tone was calm, but What he said made Xu Yue uncomfortable.
Xu Yue felt that he had never been so sad: "What do you mean, Madam, whether the chief secretary of Taoyuan Town is promoted or not depends on Zhao Ping's thoughts?"
"Don't the officials understand now? The little saint, even if he has no political achievements, will use money to achieve political achievements. If they are not his own people, he will not pay attention to them at all." Xie Lingmo's tone was full of intensity of envy.
Xu Yue still felt something was wrong and shook his head: "But I am a concubine after all. How can a concubine have any status? Dongpo layman even gave away his pregnant concubine as property."
Speaking of this, Xu Yue couldn't help but think of his favorite daughter being given as a gift by Zhao Ping, and almost shed tears.
"Idiot, is that kind of person the little saint?" Of course Xie Lingmo knew what Xu Yue was thinking and wiped his tears.
"My aunt is so pitiful that she becomes someone else's concubine." Xu Yue slapped his thigh with his hand, "How can a concubine be compared with a real wife?"
"Guanren, you are talking about someone else, but it does not exist in the little saint." Xie Lingmo couldn't help but take Yu Jihan as an example, "The whole Yu family has been influenced by the little saint, he is very likely to take the initiative. Book, his son is already the county magistrate, and his grandson is also an official. You know, the three of them are not Jinshi at all. The little saint treats his concubine's family as his own family, so don't worry, officer."
"But the aunt is too young. It's the time to go around the knees and act coquettishly. It's too cruel to treat her." A look of intolerance suddenly appeared on Xu Yue's face.
Xie Lingmo chuckled: "Is it that she can't let you go, or that you can't let her go?"
"I can't let her go, and she can't let me go." Xu Yue blushed and hurriedly covered it up.
"At first, the aunt did leave the slave family, but there was a maid named Lan'er in Zhaojiazhuang, who was one year older than the aunt. She was very kind to the aunt, and the two soon became good friends. There was another maid in Zhaojiazhuang who was about the same age as the slave family. Maid, your food, clothing, housing and transportation will be taken care of, so this official can rest assured." Xie Lingmo felt comfortable and unknowingly returned to her original title.
"Even so, isn't this becoming a child bride?" Xu Yue had a painful look on his face, "If the parents are still there, it makes sense, but the parents are still there."
Hearing Xu Yue's resentful words, Xie Lingmo couldn't help but smile: "Guanren, don't you still have two sons? One of my sons will be born soon. Don't feel too troublesome then."
At this point, she shouted into the room: "Dalang, Erlang, don't come out yet."
Suddenly there were two children jumping around in the room, one was only four years old and the other was only two years old.
"Daddy, daddy." Seeing Xu Yue, the two of them hugged Xu Yue's thigh, looked up at Xu Yue and shouted crisply.
Seeing his two sons come out, Xu Yue's wounded heart felt better.
He hurriedly took out the candied haws on a stick from his arms, handed it to his two sons, and deliberately teased: "Dalang, Erlang, candied haws on a stick."
But he was disappointed. The two sons were not as cheerful as before, and they did not grab it from their hands.
"Dad, there are so many candied haws in the house, feel free to eat them." Dalang raised his head to face Xu Yue and pointed to the inside of the house.
Xu Yue's face darkened. His two sons used to like candied haws on a stick, but now they dislike it.
No, why are there so many candied haws on a stick in the house? His face turned gloomy: "Why are there so many candied haws on a stick in the house?"
When Dalang saw his gloomy face, he was so frightened that he burst into tears.
When he cried, Erlang cried too.
"Mom, Daddy is too scary." He immediately let go of Xu Yue's thigh and came to Xie Lingmo to complain.
When the younger brother saw his elder brother leaving Xu Yue, he followed his elder brother to his mother.
Xu Yue felt uncomfortable seeing his two sons behaving like this.
Xie Lingmo kissed his two sons, then glared at him and explained: "My aunt bought these candied haws for my two younger brothers! Official, look at how kind my aunt is to my two younger brothers."
"No, no." Xu Yue didn't believe it at all, "Where can I have the money to buy these candied haws on a stick?"
"Of course there is. This is the pocket money given to her by Zhaojiazhuang. She can't use it all by herself, so of course she has to buy candied haws for her two younger brothers." Xie Lingmo said proudly, thinking of squeezing out the pocket money from her sister, the aunt.
Xu Yue couldn't believe his ears: "She is a student studying piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she actually has pocket money?"
"Of course, because the aunt's identity is recognized by the mistress, she will naturally have it." Family relationships may not necessarily be able to judge the mother."
"What, the requirements for being a concubine in Zhaojiazhuang are so high?" Xu Yue originally thought it was very simple, but he didn't expect that Zhaojiazhuang had such high requirements.
Xie Lingmo nodded and thought thoughtfully: "Because the little saint treats my concubine completely as a family, my family must have a proper arrangement."
"In this case, it may not be a bad thing for my aunt to go to Zhaojiazhuang. It's just that she left her parents at such a young age. As a father, I couldn't bear it." Xu Yue was still a little reluctant to leave.
Xie Lingmo shook his head: "Is there any man in the world who is the same age as my aunt and can compare with the little saint? If you don't seize the opportunity now, there will be no chance in the future."
"It's really embarrassing. I, Xu Yue, am the grandson of the governor who participated in the political affairs of the dynasty, and my wife is the niece of the prime minister of the dynasty. My daughter was given to someone else as a concubine. How can we put our family's face on it?" As Xu Yue spoke, he held his head in his hands, feeling extremely painful.
"Disgraceful?" Xie Lingmo shook his head and couldn't help but sneer, "The official's ancestor is already seventy years old, how many more years can he stay in the court?"
"But my wife's uncle is young, so there should be no problem with this." Xu Yue couldn't help but blush when he heard this, and asked weakly.
After all, he is a member of the Xu family, not the Xie family, and his words clearly mean that he is taking advantage of others.
Fortunately, Xie Lingmo did not think about these aspects and shook his head: "The imperial court is extremely risky. He may be the prime minister today, but he will be demoted to the state capital tomorrow."
"But my uncle is still young, only in his early fifties, and there are many opportunities." Although Xu Yue felt embarrassed, he was not reconciled.
Xie Lingmo sighed and shook his head: "It's better to ask for help than to ask for help yourself. Now that we have a backer, maybe they might ask me for help."
"Little saint, how old is Zhao Ping? He can't be much older than my aunt, right." Xu Yue wanted to find out more about Zhao Ping, after all, it was related to his future.
Xie Lingmo chuckled and glanced at Xu Yue coquettishly: "What the official has thought of, the slave family has already thought of. The little saint is young, only six years older than the aunt, and the two are exactly the same age."
"What, the little saint is only twelve years old, is he really a disciple of an immortal?" Xu Yue was stunned and couldn't believe his ears.
Xie Lingmo chuckled, shook his head, and said in a very calm tone: "In ancient times, Gan Luo was the prime minister at the age of twelve. What is there to make a fuss about."
"But this Zhao Ping is really a monster. He is good at making tools, doing business, writing essays, writing poems, and being an official. He is outstanding in everything." Xu Yue felt that the two of them were still on the same level.
Xie Lingmo nodded, with a smile on his face: "Such a good son-in-law, naturally we have to act in time."
Seeing Xie Lingmo's triumphant look, Xu Yue couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It's a pity that she is a concubine and not the main wife.
"My aunt is not bad in appearance. I wonder what Zhao Ping looks like?" Xu Yue couldn't help but gossip about his daughter's happiness.
After all, although Xu Yue is not as good-looking as Pan An, his appearance is not far different. He does not want his daughter to be an ugly official in the future.
It's embarrassing enough for a daughter to be a concubine, but it would be even more embarrassing for her to be a concubine for an ugly monster.
Xie Lingmo smiled coquettishly again and rolled his eyes at him: "The little saint is too busy, so the slave family has never seen him, but the mistress has, and he looks as beautiful as a fairy. I think the little saint looks good."
"Zhao Ping's conditions are so good. Even though he is a concubine, it is not too embarrassing. How much pocket money does the aunt have per month?" Acknowledging Zhao Ping's identity as the future son-in-law, Xu Yue couldn't help but care about his daughter's pocket money.
Xie Lingmo finally felt relieved when he heard that Xu Yue no longer objected.
She thought about it and felt a little embarrassed: "Auntie has the least pocket money in Zhaojiazhuang, only ten guan. Even Lan'er, who is about the same age as her, has more pocket money than auntie."
"Why is this? They are all future concubines. Why do I have fewer daughters?" Xu Yue felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and he resented his daughter's injustice.
"Although Lan'er is young, she is an old man from Zhaojiazhuang, so she has more pocket money." Xie Lingmo hurriedly explained after hearing that Xu Yue was heartbroken about his daughter.
Xu Yue thought for a while and nodded: "My daughter has just arrived in Zhaojiazhuang, so it makes sense. But what does Da Lang Erlang like to hide in the house?"
The two sons used to be very attached to him, but today they only came out to say hello and went back to the house.
"They are reading a little book." Xie Lingmo said proudly, "This is also a gift from my sister to my two brothers."
"Little people's book, what kind of little people's book?" Xu Yue had never heard of any little people's book and felt confused.
Hearing Xie Lingmo's cry, Dalang and Erlang hurried from the main room to Xu Yue's study.
The two of them also held two palm-sized books in their hands, and they kept flipping through them.
When the two saw Xu Yue, they immediately hid the book behind their backs, fearing that Xu Yue would not return it if he got it.
"Pfft."
Hearing this, Dalang glanced at Xie Lingmo and saw her nodding, so he had to hand the little book to Xie Lingmo.
Dalang handed the little book to Xie Lingmo, naturally afraid that his father would not return it.
Dalang was a little better, but Erlang still held the little book tightly in his hand and would not take it out at all.
Seeing that Dalang did not jump over the book, but handed it to him, obviously believing in himself, Xie Lingmo was very happy and kissed Dalang on the face again.
Xu Yue couldn't help but smile bitterly. His two sons did not believe in him and only listened to Xie Lingmo's words. He must have failed as a father.
Xu Yue also felt strange that the content of the book here actually caused a gap between father and son.
He found it funny and couldn't help laughing: "Dalang, Erlang, your father hasn't read any of the books. Don't worry, he will return them to you immediately after he has read them."
When he thought about it, he would turn at most two pages before losing interest and immediately return it to his son.
After saying that, he sat gently on the chair, holding the tea cup from the desk, drinking tea, and opened the little book and read in.
But he himself didn't expect it. He said that when he opened the little book, he could no longer take his eyes away.
Xu Yue didn't know that although Dalang gave him the book, his eyes never left the little book.
While looking at the little book in his father's hand, he put his fingers into his mouth and drooled without even realizing it.
Seeing that Xu Yue, his father, broke his promise, Dalang immediately came to Xie Lingmo.
"Mom, daddy's words don't count. He wants my little book." He couldn't help hugging Xie Lingmo's thigh, looking up at Xie Lingmo and crying.
