He turned his head and smiled faintly at the teacher girl who had already put on her clothes and stood up.
"I told them that as long as it is Xiao Gao's letter, no matter how late it is, it must be handed over to me as soon as possible."
These words are showing off that he is a master who loves his disciples very much, but the meaning contained in it is enough to make the person next to him, the master girl, feel a little sour.
I'm afraid that I have three illnesses and two pains, and you, the official Zhao, may not be able to express your concern immediately.
And Xiao Gao Zhuangyuan, a letter from Feihong, even if you and I are here to have a tryst, you have to put aside serious matters and read the letter.
Although Ms. Shishi had some thoughts in her heart, she also felt more and more sorry for Gao Zhang, the young man. It had been so long since he left Tokyo and Bianliang, but his weight in the emperor's heart had not changed at all.
The official Zhao Ji walked straight to the iron stove and started to open the letter, while Miss Shishi obediently sat next to him and began to massage the legs and feet of the official Zhao Ji.
Official Zhao Ji picked up the wine on the table, took a sip, and began to read the letter carefully.
Inside the letter, there was another heart-warming, tender care and greeting.
After that, Gao Zhang told about the Kaifeng metal workshop in which Master you have half of the shares. After it was opened in Suzhou, it has produced many production tools that benefit the country and the people.
So that the common people in Suzhou can benefit, just like this coal-burning iron stove.
Now, in the wet and cold Jiangnan, it has entered thousands of households, allowing the people to finally survive the cold winter.
In particular, the local people knew that the Suzhou Iron and Steel Plant could be established in Suzhou precisely because of the approval and permission of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty.
Countless people praised the Emperor of the Song Dynasty who cared for the people in the Jiangnan area of the Song Dynasty.
Seeing Gao Zhang's shameless flattery in that letter, Miss Shishi, who took a few peeks while giving the official Zhao Ji a massage, suddenly felt goosebumps all over her body.
He even felt discomfort in his gastrointestinal tract, but this official of the Song Dynasty was smiling and scolding this kid for talking nonsense from time to time.
But you all know that kid is talking nonsense, why are you still smiling so happily?
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When the official Zhao Ji looked at it, his face suddenly changed and his expression became serious.
The teacher's girl on the side also felt her heart skip a beat, and she didn't know what was written in Xiao Gao's letter.
The face of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, who was still smiling just now, changed like this.
At this time, Miss Shishi heard the official Zhao Ji murmuring softly.
"What a good boy, you can actually think of such a surprising way..."
When he raised his eyes, he saw Miss Shishi looking at him with a confused expression. Zhao Ji, the official, thought for a moment and then spoke warmly.
"Master, you are not an outsider, and I won't hide anything from you. Just take a look, do you think Xiao Gao's method will work?"
Miss Shishi obediently came to the official Zhao Ji's side, looked at the handwriting pointed by Zhao Ji's big hand, and told herself that he used merchants to spend a lot of money to collect cotton from Xixia.
A total of three Xixia military divisions planted 150,000 acres of cotton fields.
Now that the delivery has been successfully completed, the first cooperation can be said to be a complete success.
This made Gao Zhang secretly happy. There are two kinds of things like this.
So he decided to continue to expand the scale and try to make Naxixia willing to use all his fields to grow cotton.
But there is a problem. Once the industrial scale expands, the small court of Xixia will definitely be vigilant in case the Song Dynasty invades at this time.
After all, dry fields can still grow food, but if they plant cotton, in the event of a war, cotton cannot satisfy their hunger. No matter how much cotton they have, it will be of no use.
Therefore, Gao Zhang asked his master to see if he could think of anything.
The imperial court put on a posture of temporarily suspending all flags and drums, suspending war, and trying its best to govern the country.
In this way, Xixia, which has already tasted the benefits of growing cotton, may let down its guard and use more land to grow cotton.
Not to mention that we can only have three to five times, or even twice as many fields for planting. That is equivalent to reducing Xixia's food production by hundreds of thousands of dan every year.
If at any time, the Song Dynasty wanted to launch an offensive against Xixia, the fields already planted with cotton would not be able to harvest a single grain of grain, even if they tried to harvest them.
"Okay, what a powerful plan. The Nu family really didn't expect that Xiao Gao could actually come up with such a clever plan to plot against Xixia."
Turning her bright eyes, Miss Shishi's loving eyes fell on Guan Jia.
"After all, it's a good thing that he has a master like you, Lang Jun, to advise and value him. Otherwise, how could his talents and knowledge be put to use?"
After hearing this, enjoying the adoring eyes of the beauty in his arms, the official Zhao Ji couldn't help laughing heartily and nodded with a matter-of-fact expression.
"Having me give him the mantle in a dream shows the fate between Xiao Gao and me."
"It seems that Master, you also think this strategy is feasible. I really need to think carefully about it."
"We must not let anyone see the flaw and ruin Xiao Gao's plan."
"..." Seeing this official of the Song Dynasty starting to think seriously, he began to massage his temples.
After all, Zhao Ji, an official, had worked hard all day and was exhausted both physically and mentally. It was best not to exhaust his brain as well.
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Early the next morning, Yang Duzhi wanted to go straight to the Duan family's mansion.
However, his godfather Yang Jian sent someone to call him over to discuss important matters.
When he hurried over, he saw his godfather standing aside respectfully.
And the official whom he rarely had the chance to meet was currently writing a lot of ink.
Seeing the gesturing look from his godfather, Yang Douzhi cautiously came to his godfather's side and stood there side by side in silence.
Then he saw a dog standing up from the official's side with a wary look on his face.
A pair of bright dog eyes was looking at himself, and then he started to walk and sniff lightly.
Such a move directly frightened Yang Duzhi, who was about to retreat.
But when he heard his godfather Yang Jian gently telling him not to move, Yang Douzhi could only brace himself and maintain his posture honestly.
Then the dog circled around Yang Douzhi twice. After sniffing for a long time, its tail wagged.
Then he wagged his tail at Yang Jian, and then swayed back to sit down next to the official who was splashing ink.
Yang Jian on the side looked at his godson with a smile, his eyes full of relief, as if letting the dog smell it was an extraordinary thing.
Until this time, Yang Xiong, who was a little confused, heard the official's voice.
"It seems that Xiaotian thinks you are a pretty good person, otherwise, it would not pay attention to you at all."
"???"
(End of chapter)
