Little lucky girl from the peasant family: Queen Splendid

Chapter 118 It's the awl that always takes the lead

Ding Wei paused for a while, reorganized her thoughts, and then said, "And if the folks in each village pay a few more catties of corn, or the merchants pay more than a dozen copper coins per month, they can be exempted from corvee labor, presumably They are all willing. If these two things still can’t accommodate all the wounded soldiers, then we can also use the method of reducing or exempting business taxes to encourage merchants or workshops to hire wounded soldiers to do some work within their ability, or simply set up workshops to support the army..."

Ding Wei spoke faster and faster. These things have been implemented for many years in modern times, and they are indeed extremely effective.

"The most important thing is to improve the status of the soldiers, not just the wounded soldiers, the soldiers who have been discharged from the army after the battle, the government servants, or the village chiefs, etc., should be hired first, and no copper coins will be charged for entering and leaving the city gate. Yes, there are people who died in the war and the food tax is reduced or exempted. In short, the entire Xihao people have developed a good atmosphere of supporting the army, and they don’t have to worry about the soldiers’ life. Young people will flock here…”

Ding Wei was so excited that she didn't pay attention to the eyes of the people in the tent looking at her. They were no longer simply agreeing and joyful, but were full of doubts and fears on the contrary.

Even though the old man Wei had heard his disciples mention a few words before, he still couldn't help being frightened at this moment, threw down the tea bowl in his hand, and shouted, "Girl, where did you hear these things? Those stupid people in the village before I still don't believe the rumors that you have been taught by the mountain god, but now it seems that some people say that you are a star of Wenqu, and I will believe it!"

Ding Wei squinted her big eyes, glanced at her master, and then at Gong Zhiming and Feng Jiu's master and servant, feeling a little regretful in her heart.The excitement I mentioned just now really pitied those disabled soldiers, but I forgot to hide my clumsiness when I talked about excitement for a while.

Even if she occasionally showed some before, it can be excused that she was smart since she was a child, and she likes medical skills.But tonight's words involved the placement of disabled soldiers, and even the court's decrees and government affairs. As a peasant girl, she was a bit too conspicuous.

"Uh, I have nothing to do on weekdays. After thinking about it for a while, I don't know if these methods can be used?"

Ding Wei replied vaguely, and finally lowered her head to clean up the dishes, trying to get away with it, but it was a pity that Gong Zhiming's scorching gaze fell on the top of her head, as if she was about to ignite her bun, causing her to raise her head and stare back fiercely.

Gongzhiming's eyes flashed, and he laughed loudly.No matter how many times he has known this woman and how many times he has held her in his arms, she is still like a treasure, and the more he discovers it, the more he will be surprised.

Needless to say, Mr. Wei won the bet, but he couldn't see Gong Zhiming's complacency the most, and sneered, "Boy, you are really lucky. Such a good girl was tied by your side early, otherwise , Hmph! What good man in the world is unworthy of him!"

Gong Zhiming raised his chin high, looked at the old man seriously for the first time, and said coldly, "Wei Bo, you'd better not have this idea. She is mine, and whoever dares to covet it at any time, die!"

The old man still wanted to talk back, but at this moment, the expression of the junior who was usually reprimanded by him was extremely cruel. The powerful bloody battles fought in thousands of battlefields covered him tightly in an instant, and he couldn't help but slapped Lingling trembling.

He didn't dare to say anything more, his lips twitched for a while, and he just said, "Remember to let old man Yun come to me tomorrow!"

After that, he got up and left the tent.The cold wind of the winter night was blowing on his body, and it was extremely cold. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, and finally turned his head to look at the big tent and said bitterly, "Stinky boy, you know how to scare my old man. If you get poisoned again in the future, who will save you?" Life! Hmph!"

In the tent, Feng Jiuzao quietly retreated with the pots and bowls, leaving behind Ding Wei a bit of Gong Zhiming's creaking nest of reproach, and said angrily, "Master is not an enemy, why do you scare the old man?"

In the Tomb of Heroes in Beauty Township, even the cruelest man can't hold back a tear from the woman he loves.

Gong Zhiming was no exception, instantly dissipated all the hostility from his body, stretched out his hand to grab Ding Wei into his arms, rubbed his chin against her hair, and after a long time he replied sullenly, "I'm not lying, no one can covet you!"

"You think of me as a salted fish on the beam of the house, and cats miss me all day long." Ding Wei lowered her head and bit his arm "hardly", and smiled helplessly.

How did she know that somewhere thousands of miles away, there really was a cat making a fuss over her, a salted fish...

Qianzhou city is raging with war, and Xihao's capital is also extremely "lively" these days.

This night, the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion was closed, but the main courtyard was brightly lit.

Many servants in green clothes and caps and maids in red coats and green clothes secretly gathered under the wall outside the main courtyard, their faces were full of panic and surprise, and they were all talking quietly.

The young master who disappeared for many days before came back from nowhere. Although the master didn't say anything, it was considered safe and sound.But today, I don't know what the young master heard outside, so he rushed back angrily and lost his temper.Even if the master asked for family law, he did not lower his tone.

Everyone was kicked out of the main courtyard by the housekeeper early, but now the father and son could still be vaguely heard arguing.

In the hall of the main courtyard, Prime Minister Fang, who was over half a hundred years old, groaned righteously and threw down the cane in his hand, and scolded, "You unfilial son, for an outsider, you disobeyed your parents and spread the word, what face do I have to stand in front of you?" Chaotang!"

"Hmph, you also gave advice to that person when you went to court, and assassinated women and children. Why don't you repent at home and teach me a cane!"

The gown behind Fang Xin was tucked into his belt, and the boxwood hairpin on his head disappeared somewhere, and his bun was messed up, making him look a bit embarrassed.

It was rare for Prime Minister Fang to see his son like this. It seemed that the last time he was at Gong Zhiming's funeral, his son brandished a spear and abruptly stopped a dozen soldiers just to prevent the coffin from falling into the grave.

Thinking of this, the old man also became happy, half persuading and half cursing, "Stop making trouble, what do you know! I submitted a letter to the new emperor and sent assassins to Qianzhou. As an upright person, the second thing is to see if the kid can hide. If he still can't protect himself well now, even if he escaped his life before, it may not be a big deal in the future. Those old foxes from aristocratic families are all If you don’t see a rabbit, don’t scatter an eagle, I don’t want to test it out like this, do you think they would be willing to take the risk of overthrowing the family to help that kid sit on that chair?”

The more the old man spoke, the more annoyed he became. He gave his son a hard look, and said, "Furthermore, Xiao Cheng is a very happy idiot. Sending him over is just to make a big loophole. Didn't you also hear the news? He doesn't know who he listened to." , led someone to capture a cook, but all the dead soldiers were wiped out. Now he is getting angry and coercing Zhuzhou's [-] troops to fight, and was beaten by that kid!"

The old man thought that if he broke the truth into pieces and told his son, he would definitely get his forgiveness. How could he think that this "cook lady" who was almost arrested innocently was his son's rebel.

Fang Xin thought of those days, the woman took good care of his food and clothing, the lively and interesting stories she told, and the gentle smile when she was holding the child.The depression in his chest increased by three points, "Dad doesn't always talk about the people in the world. Could it be that the 'cook lady' you talked about is not a common person, and she should take her life for your temptation? Could it be that Dad Don't ask her how she works so hard to live, does she have any children to raise?"

Prime Minister Fang was also a little annoyed. He didn't understand why his son was making unreasonable troubles for a cook. He was about to scold him when he heard his son say again, "Yes, I forgot. If you care about a woman, my mother... so what?" I will stare at the courtyard gate and burn myself to death!"

"Presumptuous!" Prime Minister Fang was suddenly unmasked, shouted angrily, and raised his hand to slap him.

Fang Xin was beaten to the side, and finally wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a sneer, "So you still remember my mother, sometimes I suspect that I jumped out of a rock, or you just breathed out out of thin air of."

"You..." Prime Minister Fang's face was livid with anger, and he sat down on the chair behind him for a long time. He raised his eyes and saw his son's neck was still stiff, and when he thought of the woman he owed a lot, his anger gradually eased.

"I'm sorry for your mother, you..."

He was halfway through speaking, when someone outside the door suddenly whispered, "Master, a letter has arrived from the south."

Prime Minister Fang's eyes lit up, he turned his head and said, "Send it in."

The door squeaked, and a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance walked in, holding a letter in both hands, and finally retreated to the door and waited silently for the master's order.

Prime Minister Fang checked the wax on the envelope before opening it, but the more he read it, the more weird and confused his expression became.

Father and son didn't have an overnight feud, and Fang Xin was thinking about the battle situation in Qianzhou City. He couldn't bear it now, and asked, "Father, what's the matter?"

However, Prime Minister Fang put the letter paper back and looked up at his son seriously, "The cook you mentioned earlier has everything in detail, please tell me again."

Hearing this, Fang Xin subconsciously sat up straight, pondered for a while, and then responded, "Father, why are you asking this again? Miss Ding is a peasant girl who lived in seclusion in the village when Tianbao was recuperating. Knowing medical skills, Uncle Yun recruited him into the courtyard to take care of Tianbao's diet."

"A peasant girl?" Prime Minister Fang refused to believe it, "Do you think a peasant woman can dictate military affairs, form medical guards, open postal routes after the war, maintain official roads, clean markets, and accommodate disabled soldiers. Reduce business taxes, encourage merchants to hire wounded soldiers to work in workshops. Hmph, these good strategies, not to mention those wine bags and rice bags in the imperial court, even I can’t think of them. Hmph, if she is really a peasant girl, all civil and military officials in the court should go to the street to beg !"

Fang Xin was anxious to hear this, and he didn't care about etiquette. He snatched the envelope from his father. After reading it at a glance, he couldn't help but patted the table and laughed, "Okay, that's a good idea! No wonder she can tell "Three Kingdoms" A good story like "Romance" is really unparalleled!"

"What is "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms"? Let me tell you about it." Prime Minister Fang asked, but Fang Xin refused, "Tianbao has already written this story, intending to leave it as a family heirloom for future generations to learn from. I will follow along For the most part, it's already very rude, so dad shouldn't ask."

(End of this chapter)