The Holy Emperor has not yet sealed it, so the yamen below do not dare to seal it. Not only do they not dare to slack off, but it is because they have many things to do at the end of the year and are busier than usual.
In the past few days, Cao Xin has indeed been dizzy with all the files, but his current status is a bit embarrassing. He is in the fifth rank, whether he is high or low. In addition to doing things calmly, Don't dare to make any trouble.
There are too many things going on these days, and Cao Xin doesn't dare to be careless. The closer the end of the year is, the more frequent inspections will be made by officials. He would rather pinch himself a few times than sit down and doze off in the yamen.
Xie Rongzhao's little gift really touched his heart.
In addition, Xie Rongzhao also prepared several hand warmers and knee pads.
"This is for the brothers and sisters in the house. Please don't dislike it, Uncle."
Of course, it was impossible for Xie Xiuwen to really just ask his daughter to return these few gifts, so he let Fang Hu watch and buy some things, and then sent them to Weixinhou Mansion and Cao Mansion respectively.
Cao Xin took the sachet with him the day after he received it. Unexpectedly, he successfully avoided being censured by his superiors, and even gained some respect from the minister of Dali Temple. In the end-of-year assessment, he was awarded He is excellent.
In the Dazhi Dynasty, the Minister of Dali Temple was from the third rank, which was one level lower than the Six Ministers. However, the Minister of Dali Temple held real power and often directly obeyed the orders of the Holy Emperor. Therefore, no one dared to despise him for being able to work in Dali Temple. .
Cao Xin was sorting out files at the time. Most of the people in the same class were either dozing off, lying on the table and sleeping soundly, or they simply didn't come to the office.
It was also a coincidence that the Minister of Dali Temple originally wanted to show sympathy to his subordinates, but accidentally saw this scene and became furious on the spot.
Cao Xin secretly wiped his sweat and touched the sachet involuntarily. This was really good luck.
If I hadn't held this thing in front of my nose and sniffed it a quarter of an hour ago, I might have fallen asleep on the table right now.
Although the Minister of Dali Temple was angry, he did not punish these people too much, but the difference will be seen in the assessment at the end of the year.
When Cao Xin gave Shangguan a New Year's gift, he learned that he might move up in the next year, and if he had the hair of a minister of Dali Temple, this was even more incredible to him.
Cao Xin thought about it and felt that he was the one who got the credit for this sachet and borrowed Xie Guabao's good luck.
Besides, after Zhao Yue took the pile of children's things back home, he simply called everyone into the main room to talk.
Mrs. Gao was accompanying her with a slight smile in her eyes.
She knew what her husband cared about, let alone the children. She was scared when she saw her husband's majestic appearance.
The two have been married for many years and have legitimate children, but Gao still serves him carefully, fearing that this man will draw a sword and swing it again.
Zhao Yue took out the things and asked someone to divide them among themselves.
The concubines all got beautiful and exquisite hand-warmers. Since they were rewarded by their father, they were naturally very happy, but they only dared to secretly rejoice and did not dare to go forward.
The two legitimate sons born to the Gao family were so courageous that they were so happy to get the wooden sword. After jumping three feet high, they rushed towards Zhao Yue.
"Dad, can I practice sword practice? I've seen you practice swordsmanship before. You're so good. I want to be as good as dad!"
The person who said this was the second son, who was only five years old this year and his name was Zhao Heng.
Zhao Yue saw that his son actually ran over to get close to him. Not to mention what a surprise he was, he didn't know where to put his big hands.
"Brother Heng likes to practice swordsmanship? Haha! Okay, I'll find someone to teach you later, but Brother Heng has thought about it. Can you really persevere?"
"Yes, my son is not afraid of hardship, as long as he can be as powerful as my father."
Mrs. Gao looked a little anxious, but also a little relieved.
Mr. Gao comes from a scholarly family, so he naturally hopes that his children will take the path of civil servants in the future.
The eldest son has a steady and down-to-earth temperament, and now he has become enlightened in studying. In the future, he will definitely be able to achieve something even if he just takes the imperial examination.
But this second son has always given her a headache.
It's good now. With Zhao Yue's approval, I'm afraid it won't stop in the future.
Because of these small gifts, Zhao Yue rarely saw expressions other than fear on the faces of several children.
On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, there were basically no caravans moving around outside.
As soon as Fang Hu opened the door, he saw a majestic man outside with a letter in his hand. There was a carriage following behind him, and he couldn't see clearly what was going on.
"Who is this strong man?"
"Is this the Xie Ju family in Gaoyang County?"
"Exactly."
"We are a caravan from Gaoyang County. The third son of the Cheng family asked us to send New Year's gifts to Xie Ju's family."
"It turns out you are a fellow countryman, please come in quickly."
Xie Rongzhao fell into a daze when he was woken up by Grandma Wang.
"Miss, you can't sleep anymore. You can sleep for an hour at noon at most. If you sleep again at night, you will be refreshed."
Xie Rongzhao nodded vaguely and rubbed his eyes. Here, Grandma Wang had already come over with a hot handkerchief.
By the time Xie Rongzhao got dressed and went to the front, the caravan members had already left.
"My dear, are you awake? Come and take a look. Jing Zhou asked someone to send this to you. See if you like it."
Xie Rongzhao was not in a hurry to read: "Brother Jingzhou, have you written to me?"
Liu Ruolan smiled and covered her mouth with a handkerchief: "Look, husband, let me tell you, our dear baby knows Sanlang best."
Xie Xiuwen also had a smile in his eyes and handed the letter over: "Look at the words on it and you may be able to recognize them."
Xie Rongzhao took it, oh, what a thick stack of letters.
Cheng Jingzhou wrote a lot of things in his letter, including his recent homework progress, Cheng Yuanyuan's punishment, Mrs. Cheng's always talking about the little boy, etc.
The more Xie Rongzhao looked at it, the more he wanted to go back to his hometown.
"Dad, he received the things we sent to Gaoyang County earlier, and he said that my aunt liked them very much."
Xie Xiuwen nodded, and Cheng Jingzhou also wrote in the letter to him.
Cheng Jingzhou sent many New Year's gifts, most of which were relatively convenient to bring.
There were some bacon, cloth, and some small items specially bought for Xie Rongzhao.
"These things are for you. I will ask your Brother Azhou to help deliver them later. You can go back to the house and take a look at them."
"Thank you Dad, thank you Brother Azhou."
It was the end of the year, and Xie Xiuwen didn't have much time to calm down and study because he was traveling around for New Year's gifts, so he simply let the children mess around for a few days.
It’s the Chinese New Year anyway, and I don’t look like a child even if I’m so tense all the time.
"Dad, I want to eat fried rice cakes."
Xie Xiuwen frowned: "Your mother-in-law and the others are busy, I'm afraid they won't be able to take care of you."
Xie Rongzhao curled his lips, but before he could say anything, Xie Zhou hurriedly coaxed: "Don't cry, dear, I'll do it for you later."
Xie Ronlang quickly stretched out his hand and shouted: "I'm here to help light the fire."
Xie Xiuwen: ...So I am a bad father?
(End of chapter)
