Ci Jinzhi

He Qingxiao's heart skipped a beat, but her face remained calm: "Well, I'm back."

Xin You turned her eyes slightly and looked at Emperor Xingyuan.

Emperor Xingyuan patted the account book and said: "The ministers are here to say something. In the places in the south where the New Deal is being tried out, the Xia grain tax and silver have been collected."

The ministers guessed it when they saw He Qingxiao. They were not surprised after hearing what Emperor Xingyuan said. Of course, the false congratulations were still needed.

Emperor Xingyuan could see the indifference of these people at a glance.

Come to think of it, the extra tax money collected was not collected from those wealthy families, including their family.

But Emperor Xingyuan didn't care about the minister's mood. He smiled and called to the Minister of the Ministry of Finance: "Yu Shangshu, you are in charge of our money bag in Daxia. You can take a look first."

The Minister of Revenue had long been curious about how much tax money had been collected. As soon as Emperor Xingyuan spoke, he took the account book and opened it, and his eyes widened: "Four million taels!"

Those present were all senior officials from various ministries. Although they were far less familiar with various accounts than the Minister of Revenue, they all knew some important data.

"This, this is just the tax money for summer grain in those places? Could it be a mistake?" the Minister of Rites asked in a voice.

Others also talked about it and couldn't believe it.

"The tax money will be transferred to the national treasury soon." Emperor Xingyuan said calmly.

This means that the number cannot be wrong unless people like He Qingxiao give up their heads.

After appreciating the shock of the ministers, Emperor Xingyuan asked with a smile: "What do you think of the new policy?"

The Minister of the Ministry of Revenue couldn't wait to speak: "Your Majesty, when the tax money from the pilot areas in the north is received, if the amount also increases significantly, it means that the new policy is indeed a good policy that benefits the country and the people and increases revenue, and should be implemented nationwide!"

In those places in the south alone, the tax amount has quadrupled. This is only for summer grain, and by convention, autumn taxes are higher than summer grain. Even if other places are not as rich as those in the south, if they are doubled, the final total tax revenue will be an astonishing amount.

By then, he, the Minister of Household Affairs, will no longer worry about losing his hair because of lack of money, but will worry about how to spend it.

What a happy worry!

The Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue laughed out loud as he thought about the future.

Other ministers: "..." Old Yu is crazy.

Emperor Xingyuan not only did not blame the Secretary of the Ministry of Finance for losing his temper, but felt relieved.

If these people were as less selfish as Yu Shangshu, there would be no need to worry about the difficulties in implementing the New Deal.

"In that case, let's wait for the tax money from the north to arrive and then discuss it in detail. However, we can add a few more cities to the south, and start measuring the land first..." Emperor Xingyuan arranged various matters related to the New Deal in an orderly manner.

Xin You listened silently and looked at He Qingxiao quietly.

He had obviously been on the road for a long time without much rest. His face could not hide his fatigue, his clothes were stained, but his eyes were as bright as cold stars, making people unconsciously ignore the rest.

He Qingxiao noticed Xin You's gaze.

He was always more perceptive when it came to her.

But he didn't make eye contact with her. Instead, he lowered his eyes, restraining his rapid heartbeat and surging thoughts.

Xin You silently looked away and listened to Emperor Xingyuan say: "Prince Baori will take this batch of sugar back to Xiling tomorrow, and you will also attend today's farewell banquet, Marquis Changle."

"Yes."

Emperor Xingyuan looked at Xin You: "Xin Daizhao should be credited with the successful completion of this transaction. You are tired these days, so take a good rest."

Although he had no objection to Prince Bao Ri becoming his son-in-law, Ayou could not be allowed to show up on such an occasion, lest others misunderstand him as an emperor who was in a hurry to marry.

After that, all the ministers including Xin You left, leaving He Qingxiao alone to talk to Emperor Xingyuan.

Xin You did not go back to the Hanlin Academy, but went back to Xin's house to change into clothes, and then went to Qingsong Bookstore.

"My boss looks really good today." Liu Zhou opened his mouth to praise Xin You when he saw her.

Xin You said "hmm" without changing her expression and walked towards the bookshelf.

Xiaolian, who accompanied Xinyou, covered her mouth and snickered.

Liu Zhou, a fool like him, couldn't tell that the girl had lightly rouged her face today?

"Sister Xiaolian is in a good mood today." "Of course, the work at the sugar factory is over, so the girl can have a good rest."

The most important thing is that Master He is finally back.

She watched the girl subconsciously caressing the little monkey ornament given by Mr. He, and became worried for the girl and Mr. He.

How could they just be bored in their hearts, even though they were a perfect match made in heaven? The girl is like this, and Master He is like this too.

"Sister Xiaolian, I have something to ask you."

"You said."

Liu Zhou pulled Xiaolian aside and lowered his voice: "What do you think of Prince Baori?"

"Go on, how could the girl like Prince Baori?"

"That's good."

Xiao Lian frowned: "You are a grown man, why do you care about this?"

"Ask, just ask casually."

Fortunately, he made the right bet.

As the sun moved to the west, He Qingxiao returned home to bathe and change into red official uniform, and went to the banquet on time.

When Prince Baori arrived, he took a quick look and felt disappointed.

"Master Yu, why don't you see Miss Xin?"

During these days in the capital, among the Daxia officials, Prince Baori, apart from some officials from the Ministry of Rites and Honglu Temple, the one he was most familiar with was Yu Shangshu.

His voice was loud and confident, attracting a lot of attention.

He Qingxiao finally knew what Prince Baori looked like.

The description in the letter was straightforward and a bit reckless, but he was actually a handsome young man with outstanding features. Because he is young, handsome, upright and confident, his slightly out-of-the-ordinary words and deeds reveal a fascinating vitality.

It's a passion that most Daxia men don't have.

The sour emotions arose again, circling and not daring to break through my heart, only running rampant in a small closed world.

He Qingxiao suddenly realized that Ayou, who had experienced the pain of losing his mother, was actually more suitable for such a person.

Before the banquet began, he picked up the wine and drank it all in one gulp.

The Minister of Hubu was pulled by Prince Baori and had to reply: "Miss Xin has been busy with the sugar factory recently and is tired."

"That's it." Prince Baori sighed, very unwillingly, "Xiao Wang will return to Xiling tomorrow. Will Miss Xin see Xiao Wang off like Mr. Yu?"

The corner of Hube Shangshu's mouth twitched.

What does it mean to be like him? The emperor didn't ask him to see him off either.

"I don't know very well."

Prince Baori regretfully picked up the wine glass and his eyes suddenly stopped.

Found a new face.

Originally, he thought that the officials of Daxia were all similar in appearance, and the most handsome one was the Emperor of Daxia, but now a man with even more elegance appeared.

"Master Yu, who is that young official in red clothes?"

The Secretary of the Ministry of Finance silently took a look at the crimson official robes on his body and wondered if Prince Bao Ri only cares about good looks. It is obvious that all the ministers present are wearing red robes...

"That one is the Marquis of Changle, the envoy of Jinlin Weibei Town, and he just came back from a business trip."

"Such a young Marquis."

Prince Baori looked at He Qingxiao and suddenly had an idea: Could it be that Miss Xin likes someone like Marquis Changle?