Sometimes the palace is sunny

Chapter 62
In addition to Cui Jinniang, Zhao Surui fell in love with a woman from Ning'an Bo's mansion. Her surname is Zhang. She is 57 this year. Because she is thick and honest, she has never been in front of her master. The one who transports the Gong bucket to wash the Gong bucket got an errand to escort Xie Feng'an's concubine to Zhuangzi this time, because her own granddaughter is Liu Tianxing's little girl, and she originally wanted to stay in Zhuangzi to guard her daughter , but was manipulated by the woman who took the lead, and forced to take them back to the mansion. On the way back, they met Pei Feng and took them all down.

Others felt that she had suffered a lot, but Mrs. Zhang followed her heart. Others were still scrambling for land in the stable, so she begged Achi to give her some errands.

Achi was used to being cautious, and he didn't dare to use her at first, but Tunan felt that Mrs. Zhang's only bondage was with Zhuangzi, and she was available, so he asked her to do some rough work in the kitchen, such as washing the sewage. At night, she was allowed to stay in the place where she was detained, but the food was ready every day, and she had new clothes to wear.

With her acting like this, soon some women came over. At this time, A Chi's courage was also taught, and he also arranged errands for these women.

The people from Shouchenghou's mansion went around the side wall of Zhuangzi before, not far from the main courtyard, and they happened to be met by Mrs. Zhang. She first pretended to be honest and cowardly to bluff people, and tricked him to the outside of the firewood room, picked up a stick and beat him. Going down, the man from Shoucheng Hou's mansion would punch and kick Mrs. Zhang to the ground twice, bleeding from her mouth and nose, but this thick-handed woman still hugged the man's leg, licking her teeth with her teeth. Biting the man's calf, he forcibly tore off half of a palm-sized piece of meat.

Zhao Surui took a fancy to her bravery and ruthlessness, and asked her to go to Yanjing City to help Cui Jinniang.

Mrs. Zhang knelt on the ground, her back was bent. After hearing this, she looked up at her little granddaughter, and said, "Young Madam ordered me to do my best. The old lady only has a little flesh and blood left. I look forward to being taken care of by the young lady."

After finishing speaking, she kowtowed firmly again.

Compared to those officials in the imperial court who want benefits but are unwilling to speak out, Zhao Surui likes this woman's straightforwardness: "It's not too difficult, let Xiao Bao..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Liu Tianxing hugging his little maid, and said confidently: "Xiaobao has grown fat and fat with me, and I have taught her to read several words, Zhang Grandma, you just go to Yanjing City to make contributions, and if I have a bite to eat, I will definitely divide the packet into half... a third of the bite!"

What is this idiot doing here to join in the fun while talking about business?
Zhao Surui just lifted half of the shelf and fell to the ground with a clatter, and smiled coldly at Liu Tianxing:
"Okay, Cui just happened to have a room vacant, so I let Xiaobao live there, and eat and drink like you every day. Can you still teach her to read? What can you teach her? Can you write "Thousand Characters" silently?" ?”

Emperor Zhaode dared to bet his jade seal that this lazy Liu Tianxing could write no more than five hundred characters in a serious manner.

Liu Tianxing pursed her lips when she was told.

Finally gained the upper hand in the confrontation with the fool, the wise and mighty Emperor Zhaode was very proud, and his tone was brisk: "You are not as good as the maids around me in reading and writing, so don't use an ax in this class, A Chi, teach Xiaobao to read." I leave it to you, you..."

"Don't worry, girl, I also took the little girls to learn to read before, so I simply added the small bag."

Zhao Surui knew for a long time that Shen Sanfei taught all the maids around him to be able to read, but he didn't expect to let the big maid teach the young maid. Seeing what A Chi said, he was sure, and he didn't know how long she had been a literacy master for many people. .

Humming twice, suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, Zhao Surui waved his hand: "All right, I will do as you said."

Then he said to Mrs. Zhang who was kneeling on the ground: "Not only did I let your granddaughter eat well and live well, but I also asked Ah Chi to teach your granddaughter. Is this what you want?"

Raising his head, he looked at the other people in the yard: "I will never be stingy if the errands are done well and follow my wishes. Place, the stool in front of you hasn’t been stained with human blood yet.”

All the women in the yard saluted him.

"Don't worry, young lady (girl)."

Mrs. Zhang slammed down heavily with her old face hanging down.

An old face was lifted up, it was full of smiles, and the smugness on British Gong Yingsheng's face couldn't be concealed:
"Your Majesty, the minister to be sent to the northwest has been selected, let him bring a letter to Azhila in the Duqin Department."

Sitting on the couch in the East Nuan Pavilion, Shen Shiqing first glanced at the booklet in her hand, and said to a chicken beside her, "Show the seats for the British public."

The British Duke stood up very neatly, wishing he could jump high to show that he was old and strong, and at the same time sat down very proudly on the chair brought by the little eunuch.

"Your Majesty, even though Zhuoluo is actually the leader of the Duqin Tribe, he still wants to worship Aga Taiji of Duerben as the Great Khan. He was driven away by His Majesty for hundreds of miles before, and after making peace with Dayong, he rested and recuperated. Waiting for His Majesty to send troops to Duer's headquarters again so that he can sit back and reap the benefits, and his desire to be king is no longer concealed. Although this Azhila is Zhuo Luo's subordinate, he is also loyal to their Taiji. He has always been dissatisfied with Zhuo Luo's desire to be king. The hair is just because we are afraid that our Dayong oriole will be behind. As long as Azhila believes that His Majesty has no intention of going on an expedition to Durben for the time being, and then provokes him, he will naturally turn his sword and gun to deal with Zoro."

Shen Shiqing nodded, carefully looking at the notebook in her hand.

The British Duke is indeed a veteran, and he is also very familiar with the Duqin Department. He explained the various forces involved in it clearly.

Shen Shiqing had listened to these things many times, but she still listened very seriously, and asked some questions from time to time, some of which she thought about before, and some of which she noticed again when she was speaking publicly in England.

Ying Shengben thought that his strategy of splitting Duqin and Duerben's ministries was destined to be buried with him forever, how could he expect to be listened to by His Majesty like this?
While talking, the old man paused, picked up the handkerchief and wiped his nose and face:
"I'm old, my nose and eyes don't work."

Where is it old? It was obvious that she shed tears accidentally. Shen Shiqing didn't point it out, but just listened and watched quietly.

When Ying Sheng finally finished speaking, she raised her head: "If this plan is going to work, what do we have to do to make Azhila trust us?"

As soon as His Majesty said "we", Ying Sheng's old face blossomed immediately:

"Your Majesty, I think it's better to pretend that we have no money in the court, and this battle cannot be fought."

No need to pretend.

Shen Shiqing thought about the millions of taels of silver collected in taxes a year and the military expenses that Zhao Surui had previously earned by ransacking his home, his expression was very peaceful.

"Your Majesty, didn't you force everyone to find out the money of Shagong and Taipusi? We might as well make this matter bigger. Let everyone in the northwest know that we have no money."

Seeing Ying Sheng's look of a thief that doesn't match his age, Shen Shiqing raised her eyebrows: "What can you do, Mr. Ying?"

After finishing speaking, she saw the British Duke take out another memorial.

"Your Majesty, my third son was also an errand in Yangzhou before and handled the Shagong..."

Hearing this sentence, the first reaction of the chicken waiting on the side was that the old Duke wanted to intercede with his son. He was thinking for a while that when the Duke knelt down, he asked someone to remove the chair, and he heard the British Duke say:
"Since your Majesty wants to investigate the Shagong, why don't you arrest the old minister's son, and then let the minister cry and be miserable in the court. At this point, others will believe it if they don't believe it. To be honest, Your Majesty, the minister is even ready for the booklet." Alright, Your Majesty just needs to say that Xichang found out."

Shen Shiqing took the booklet, and saw that the third son of the British Duke should spend extravagantly and extravagantly. In the morning, he would eat mushrooms stewed from three chickens, and in the evening, he would serve wine with soft-shelled turtle skirts for supper.

Adding in some of his actions as the Tong Zhi Ren in Yangzhou Prefecture, and a little spring and autumn brushwork, it really makes people feel that Ying Lu has eaten a lot of fat on the shad tribute.

Shen Shiqing finished reading it carefully, and couldn't help sighing: "Mr. Yingying, are you really not afraid that I will take this seriously?"

This sentence made the old man grin again:
"Your Majesty, our British government was the first to follow the Taizu to fight the world, and there are not a few sons who died. If Your Majesty uses my son's life, the two parts of Duqin and Duerben will be completely disintegrated. Invincible hand... Don't talk about my son, if you want my life, I will be happy to give it to you."

The smiling old man only has bright eyes.

Let Shen Shiqing easily detect the stubbornness and fanaticism inside.

British Gong Yingsheng, he clearly told the young emperor in front of him that he had waited a lifetime for this opportunity, and he could throw away everything.

Shen Shiqing remained silent.

She remembered what Zhao Surui said to her last night, everyone lives in a frame, the difference is only the size of the frame.

If you want to break the frame, no matter who you are, even the most powerful minister Shiqing Shilu, you must prepare to be smashed to pieces.

What can such a British government get in exchange?

In an instant, Shen Shiqing thought a lot.

Once Duqin and Duer's headquarters can no longer threaten Dayong, the various tribes in Liaodong will lose the suppression of Duqin's tribe, and will even wait for an opportunity to share the profits. At that time, the white mountains and black waters east of Liaodong will also become a threat to Dayong. Retiring the enemy in the northwest is the dream of the British government, and the right to manage Liaodong is the root of the British government.The more important Liaodong is, the more stable the foundation of the British government will be.

Being able to participate in the Northwest War is not only a dream come true for Sheng, but also a way to stabilize the foundation of the British government with credit, and it achieves multiple things in one fell swoop.

After thinking about this, she casually threw the memorial on the ground.

"Come on, send Jin Yiwei to bring Yinglu, the magistrate of Yongzhou, to me."

"Yes!"

The British Duke immediately stood up and pretended to kneel down:
"Your Majesty, it is my fault that I have no way to teach my son. I have nothing to say."

"Since you have nothing to say, don't say it, Mr. Ying, you have worked hard all these years, so you can spend your days in the mansion well."

In the beginning of winter in the sixth year of Zhaode, a southerly wind blew in the city of Yanjing for a day.

Emperor Zhaode ordered that Ying Luji, who had been a magistrate of Yangzhou, be taken into Beijing and at the same time reprimanded the British government, but the south wind was filled with a biting chill.

Under the cover of such a major event that shocked the government and the public, many things have become particularly intriguing.

For example, Cai Zhe, a veteran who opposed His Majesty's Northern Expedition in the past, was summoned to Beijing, and his recovery is expected.

Another example is that His Majesty ordered the cabinet to re-discuss the reopening of the mutual market with Duqin and Duerben.

"The wind is about to change." Under the slanting sunlight, Ming Ruoshui said to his long-awaited friend while holding a glass.

His friend smiled faintly, and the white shirt with flying fish pattern was coated with a layer of golden light by the rare winter sunset glow.

Under the teahouse where the two of them were sitting, a mother and daughter in half-worn cotton padded clothes slowly passed by pulling a cart.

The two of them slipped through Huangchenggen all the way south to Zhengyangmen, and finally stopped in front of a tooth shop east of Guanyin Temple in Zhengxifang.

"My husband's family name is Zhu, Xing Er."

The woman had delicate cheeks, but the large red birthmark on the left half of her face looked terrifying.

"I just want to find a place where I can do some business first and live later. I would like to ask the boss to help me."

When the woman was talking in front, the woman who had been guarding the cart was silent, and she looked like an honest and ignorant woman.

It was getting dark, and the old man of the tooth shop looked at the hundreds of big money in front of him, and ground his teeth: "There are businessmen all over here, what kind of business do you want to do?"

The woman tilted her head so that no one could see the birthmark on her face, and said in a low voice, "The craftsmanship passed down from my ancestors can make some medicines for women's home use."

After all, Xing Lao took the money and took them a small house facing the street not far away. There was only half of the shop in the front and half of the yard in the back. The two houses could barely accommodate people. The shop in the front and the yard in the back were made of bricks. The tiles are different, and it looks like it was separated from other people's previous cross-courtyards and pushed the wall to change it.

The good thing is that there is a well in the yard. For this well, the boss charged them an extra one tael a year in rent, and rented it to the mother and daughter at a price of six taels of silver a year.

　Zhao Gouzi: Unexpectedly, I have already started the layout!
　　Shen Shiqing: Coincidentally.

　　The skirt of the soft-shelled turtle was mentioned in a peripheral book of Dream of the Red Chamber. I don’t remember the title of the book. It seems that one of Cao Xueqin’s relatives and female relatives ate this as supper every day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)