Xiao Ming followed Jiang Xiangyuan boredly. This guy was so good at shopping that he sneaked into the street again and insisted on taking her with him.
Without anyone to follow, there would be no restraints. Xiao Ming and Jiang Xiangyuan had a lot of fun. To be honest, Xiao Ming had never played so happily before. It can be said that in her previous life, she has never looked like a real twelve-year-old. The little girl, in her heart, she has long been a forty-year-old old woman who strictly observes self-restraint. She never thought that she would play as much as she did now.
Lin'an is completely different from the small Pingcheng. Lin'an City is much more prosperous than Pingcheng far inland because of its canal port, where merchants traveling from south to north pass through, bringing countless novel and fashionable things.
At this time, Xiao Ming held two colorful windmills in his hand. He blew them gently and the colorful windmills started to rotate. Xiao Ming looked funny. It turns out that this is how children play.
They were having so much fun that they had no idea that there was a pair of eyes staring at them from the teahouse opposite.
"Your Majesty, all the food and money we brought for disaster relief have been distributed to every household affected by the disaster." The reporting official was summarizing the disaster relief.
Last month, there was a heavy rainstorm that lasted for three days. The river water rose and spread to Tongxi City near Lin'an City, which was submerged. Fortunately, the rainstorm only lasted for three days, otherwise more people on both sides of the canal would have been affected.
"A new batch of supplies is being shipped. Now most of the refugees affected by the Tongxi disaster have returned." The official couldn't help but wiped the sweat on his forehead. One sentence above and a broken leg below. This Prince Luo's eldest son is really awesome. They are unworthy people and have strange requirements. They must be required to escort all the refugees back to their hometowns, and they must not use brute force or coercion to distribute money and food from door to door to help them rebuild their houses and compensate those who died in the disaster.
In order to appease the people, he lost a full ten pounds of fat, broke his legs running, and lost three pairs of thousand-layer bottoms, barely meeting the prince's requirements.
This prince was born in Prince Luo's Palace. He was an unparalleled handsome son, gentle as jade, but he was very resolute and decisive in his actions. When he first arrived in Tongxi, he killed two local officials who were greedy for money. Otherwise, he, a small prefect, would not have had the opportunity to serve the prince.
The people sang praises and were grateful to this prince, but he was just an errand boy.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" Huang Zhifu, an official, saw that His Majesty was looking out the window, so he couldn't help but call out in a low voice.
"Yes." Shen Che came back to his senses, refilled a cup of tea for himself, folded the folding fan and gently tapped it on the table, and said: "You did a good job. I will definitely inform you once this matter is over." Your Majesty, I will reward you based on your merits."
"Thank you, Master." Huang Zhifu quickly knelt down to express his thanks. The Master's words made him feel like a spring breeze, and he was so happy. All the hard work was worth it. As long as he could get promoted and make a fortune, it would be no problem.
An official who doesn't want to get promoted and make a fortune is not a good official. Magistrate Huang knows this well. After the two people in front of him were killed by the Crown Prince, he knew that his opportunity had come.
"Get up, the Emperor will not treat any meritorious minister ill." Shen Che said, asking Magistrate Huang to get up and serve the Holy Emperor faithfully. The Holy Emperor will definitely reward him; of course, if he has other intentions, there will be another end.
"The Holy One is wise, and the loyalty of the ministers can be seen in the sun and the moon. I will do my best to be loyal to the Holy Master." Huang Zhifu was excited, knelt down again, and bowed again and again in the direction of the capital to show his loyalty.
"Well, continue." Shen Che said.
Magistrate Huang continued to report the results of the past few days with excitement.
"Yes." Shen Che nodded, his handsome face relaxed, and he smiled softly, which made the magistrate, who was also a man, look confused.
Magistrate Huang trembled in his heart and quickly lowered his head. He couldn't bear it. She was even more beautiful than his new concubine.
I have long heard that Shen Che, the eldest son of Prince Luo, is the number one son in the capital. Not only is he born in a royal family, he is both civilized and military. What is more important than his talent is his unparalleled good looks. Every day when he travels, he is filled with fruits and melons, and fragrances are everywhere. .
But Shen Shizi, who is so popular, is still unmarried.
"You have done a good job. You must continue to work hard to help the refugees return to their hometowns as soon as possible, rebuild their families, and suppress the merchants' behavior of privately raising food prices." Shen Che ordered.
"The court will provide grain seeds for free this year so that they can cultivate with peace of mind. During this period, no one is allowed to charge fees, and no one with bad intentions will be tolerated." Shen Che suddenly changed his tone and said seriously.
Floods cause disasters, soothe the refugees, treat the people, and restrain the unscrupulous traders who want to take advantage of the opportunity to make profits, so as to stabilize the people's livelihood. The people are the foundation of the country, and civil unrest will shake the foundation, make the country unstable, and the country uneasy.
Tongxi was hit by the disaster and no crops were harvested. The people of Tongxi were lucky to survive the severe winter. Where would they find the seeds for next year to plant crops in the fields? Without crops, how could their lives be guaranteed in the coming year? Cure disasters and root causes. , before leaving Beijing, he thought of this aspect. Providing free grain was his strong advocate and fought against all opinions before finally getting the nod from the Holy Father. He could not allow any mistakes in this.
"Yes, yes." Huang Zhifu nodded.
"I understand."
It is recorded in the history books of the founding emperor that there will be waterlogging under severe drought, and long-term waterlogging will lead to diseases. Shen Che also explained in detail the post-disaster disease prevention matters, so that Huang Zhifu resigned.
Everything was peaceful, and when he looked out the window again, the little girl holding the windmill was no longer there.
The little girl held the windmill and looked at it intently. Her jade-white cheeks were as red as a red flower, fresh and tender as fat, and incomparably beautiful.
People are more delicate than flowers, flowers are colorless, and flowers look gloomy in front of people.
"Uncle Yong, go and find out where Mr. Jiang is now. He has been kind to me by giving me medicine. I should come and thank him." That day he was unfortunately infected with the cold and received pills from Jiang Sihai, which he took. He recovered after two days.
Shen Che still kept the small porcelain bottle given by Jiang Sihai that day, and he kept the remaining pills. He didn't know which expert with medical skills made the medicine.
When Uncle Yong heard this, he couldn't help but look up at the prince. He had been waiting on the left and right. The prince had been staring out the window just now. Following his gaze, he looked carefully and found that the two girls were from the ruined temple. Here are two girls traveling with the Four Seas Escort Agency.
well! He grew up taking care of the prince, but the prince's thoughts became more and more unfathomable, and he could never understand them thoroughly.
Finally he resigned.
Uncle Yong went out to explain, and the palace guards went to check, and soon they handed over the temporary residence of Jiang Sihai and his party.
"Peace Inn." Shen Che said silently.
"Go to Ping'an Inn." Shen Che stood up.
He is still dressed in white clothes like snow, not stained by dust. He is holding a folding fan and swinging it gently. He is a handsome young man with unparalleled beauty, attracting countless attentions along the way.
