win the hairpin

Chapter 229 King Yan is Satisfied
While savoring the zongzi carefully, the steward of Zhang's family came to the door and said that something from the boat had been delivered.

Zhang Xuling ran out to pick up these things again, thinking that the people in this room, including his father, were all his magic stars, and their legs were about to slip away.

King Yan came here for this item, and immediately put down his chopsticks, waiting for Zhang Xuling to deliver the item with burning eyes.

Soon, Zhang Xuling asked someone to carry a camphorwood box to the outside of the study. Two servants put the box down carefully. Zhang Xuling waved them back, bent over and pouted to open the box, and took out two white porcelain urns one after another.

The urn is about one foot high, and it is sealed with a layer of yellow mud like the wine urn.

"Wine?" King Yan came over with a puzzled face, "Two urns of wine for Tianning Festival?"

Zhang Rui also got up and walked over, only Zhang Xutang was still sitting there, eating slowly.

Zhang Rui signaled Zhang Xuling to open one of the urns, and told King Yan that they had not only prepared these two urns just in case, but only one urn was really needed.

Zhang Xuling moved the white porcelain urn to the small table, pried off the upper layer of mud seal, and the lower layer of waxed paper. After uncovering this layer, he took a clean teacup and put the inside Things poured into the teacup.

"Isn't it wine?" King Yan looked suspiciously at the teacup, which seemed to be filled with clear water, which had neither the smell of wine nor a special aroma.

"Why is it like water?"

At this time, Zhang Xutang finally finished eating the zongzi, and Ke Hua sat there without moving. His eyes passed over King Yan and landed on the teacup: "This is water."

King Yan didn't believe the Zhang family, so he asked him to send a urn of clean water to Jinshang: "What can you say about this urn of water?"

Zhang Rui laughed and said, "This is a urn of water from the Yellow River."

King Yan was still puzzled, could sending a urn of water from the Yellow River make Jinshang think that he cares about the people?
It is similar to Yan Wang sending rice ears.

But this urn of water is really too light, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had missed something, but before he could figure it out, Zhang Rui whispered: "My lord, the water in the Yellow River is clear."

King Yan was stunned, looking at the smiling faces of Zhang Rui and Zhang Xuling, he suddenly realized how precious this urn of water was, his expression was ecstatic at first, and then suppressed the excitement in his heart, and became solemn.

The Yellow River has not been cleared for decades!

He was very excited to hold the teacup, put the teacup in front of his eyes and look at it carefully, the small teacup seemed to contain heaven and earth, it was slightly turbid inside, but it didn't affect its clarity.

After looking at it for a long time, he put the teacup back on the table with great care, and said with a warm smile, "This is auspiciousness!"

Then he wondered again: "The clear water of the Yellow River is a great achievement, why didn't anyone report it?"

Zhang Xuling looked at Zhang Xutang, who was silent, and said with a smile: "Wu Baozhi discovered it in Chanzhou, East Road, Hebei. He kept it a secret, saying that he had done nothing to control the river, and he couldn't afford such auspiciousness. His son Wu Hao didn't want to miss such a great achievement, so he quietly wrote a letter to the second child,

The second child kept Tianning Festival in his heart, and wanted you to suppress King Jin, so he immediately wrote back to Wu Hao, telling him to keep quiet, and took a few urns of water and put them at the Chanzhou Wharf, and they were taken to the east of Guangnan by a merchant ship. Road, concealed and transported back to Beijing. "

Zhang Xuzhang spent a lot of trouble in order to hide the truth from King Jin's eyes and ears, so that the auspicious omen such as "Yellow River Clearing" would not be disturbed by King Jin.

King Yan couldn't sit still anymore, looked at Zhang Xutang excitedly, and said regardless of the past: "Thank you Xutang."

Zhang Xutang pulled the corner of his mouth into a smile, he didn't know whether it was ridicule or sarcasm.

King Yan was full of "Yellow River Qing", and never noticed Zhang Xutang's expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Wu Baozhi has made great achievements in governing the river, and he is as modest as a valley. After Tianning Festival, we must reward him well."

He was full of joy after getting "Huang Heqing", and the corner of his mouth didn't come down when he returned from Zhang's house to Prince Yan's mansion.

Until the Dragon Boat Festival, the festival is full of romance, human feelings and beauty, up and down, a piece of peace.

Just after the Dragon Boat Festival, the lingering fragrance of the zong leaves is still there. After the Sixth Dynasty meeting in early May, I summoned Dong Tongying today to inquire about the annual tax. Dong Tongying asked for an order to take Yuan Shaopei to go with him. Today I agreed and met the two in Wende Hall.

Dong Tongying of Wende Hall used to come here often, together with Zhang Rui and Yue Chongtai, to accept Jinshang's counseling here. Later, Jinshang summoned him less and less, and almost all political affairs were in the hands of the Zhang family. He came here Even less, in the future, the three divisions are all members of the Zhang family. His plan is not worthy of the name, and he has no chance to set foot in the Wende Palace.

Unexpectedly, everything began to take a turn for the better when King Jin entered the capital.

The north and south windows in the Wende Palace were all wide open, and the warm wind slowly entered from both sides, making the person feel comfortable all over. Yuan Shaopei knelt in this warm wind, looking at the gold bricks on the ground, without the slightest expression Mian Sheng's excitement and bewilderment turned out to be very cold.

From the time when he moved to Beijing until the end of the Dragon Boat Festival, he almost never left Sansi Duzhi's office. After finishing last year's accounts, he then looked at the previous year's, and looked forward year after year. .

Sitting in the sandalwood imperial chair today, I don't feel the breeze is warm, but it makes my mind buzz with the wind, and signaled the servant to close the window.

The clay sculpture-like servants in the hall moved suddenly, walked lightly to the north and south sides respectively, and closed the sill windows.

As soon as the sill window was closed, Wende Hall became more and more quiet.

Today it is still not enough, so people have to close the outer partition fans.

As soon as the partition door was closed, the whole hall could quietly hear the sound of my own breathing. A ray of incense rose slowly from the censer, and the "cloud head incense" was burning inside. It was fragrant and spread silently in the hall, staining my clothes.

In this way, Imakami felt that his heart was barely calm, and he was not as upset as before.

He first looked at Yuan Shaopei carefully, and seeing that there was no tricky look on Yuan Shaopei's face, he asked him to stand up and answer the question.

"Dong Jixiang," looking at Dong Tongying today, "I won't ask you about your annual tax today. There is another matter, you have to answer me well."

Dong Tongying cupped his hands and said, "I know everything."

Imakami smiled inexplicably, and looked down at the desk. The paperweight was pressing a piece of golden white Luo paper. Only he could see what was written on the paper.

His eyes looked at the paper, but his eyes wandered a bit, as if he didn't want to read more, he said slowly, "How much is the salt tax in the [-]nd year of Zhangde?"

How could Dong Tongying remember what happened more than ten years ago, and was about to plead guilty and go back to check, but Yuan Shaopei lowered his head and said in a low voice: "It's two million taels."

Nodding today, he asked again, "How much is the salt tax in the [-]rd year of Zhangde?"

"Two million four hundred thousand taels."

"Then how much is Zhangde's twenty-one years?"

"Two hundred and thirty-three thousand taels."

After listening to it today, his eyes sank a bit, but he still held a sliver of hope in his heart: "Is there any disaster in the past three years? Is there any big change in the household registration?"

Yuan Shaopei didn't know about the household affairs, so he kept silent, but Dong Tongying remembered it clearly.

Whenever there is a catastrophe and many people are killed or injured, there will be a big change in the account. Every big change is very heavy, and countless names disappear from the yellow book, so he remembers it very clearly.

"The yellow book hasn't changed much in the past three years."

(End of this chapter)