Chapter 827

The scholar next to him looked a bit complicated: "Your Highness said that although it is very difficult and bitter now, everyone should not forget the sweet taste, let's work hard together."

Everyone around fell silent.

Every face was dazed for a moment, and without knowing why, the eye circles suddenly turned red.

Someone said: "Actually, it's not bitter!!"

"It's not bitter! The emperor didn't forget us common people. He picked us up to save our lives. It's not bitter!"

"The days are sweet! The little fairy princess gave me sweetness!"

"That's right! Eat enough and dress warmly, it's not bitter!"

After speaking, the shed chief took chopsticks, counted and divided the fruit slices.

The fruit grown in the space tastes extremely sweet, even if it is made into dried fruit, it still has a strong fruity aroma.

When the Wang family brought it back, the family stared at it and swallowed, and the little grandson yelled: "Grandma, I want to eat! I want to eat!"

The old lady picked up the chopsticks and said to herself: "Keep what, don't keep it, eat!"

While talking, he fed his little grandson a slice, and the five-year-old boy squinted his eyes.

The grown-ups smiled foolishly, while Wang Daya and Wang Erya watched enviously, swallowing secretly.

No one expected that the next moment, the old lady raised the chopsticks in front of them: "Try them all! I know what sweetness is!!"

Wang Daya was taken aback, and looked up at her grandma, the old lady stared at her: "What's the matter, don't you eat?"

Wang Daya shook her head again and again, and quickly opened her mouth to eat. The old lady took another slice and handed it to Wang Erya's mouth.

Wang Erya glanced at it. The outer circle of the fruit slice was still red, but the inside was white. The sweet and sour taste made her mouth water. She quickly opened her mouth and bit into it, feeling that...she might never The sweetness is gone.

The old lady didn't just give it to the children. Everyone in the family shared a piece and tasted it before putting away the rest.

After sitting down, the whole family didn't move their chopsticks, for fear of eating, they washed away the smell in their mouths.

The old lady looked at this, looked at that, suddenly couldn't help wiping away tears, and said in a low voice: "I'm not mean, and I don't want to be biased, isn't this... poor!! Anyone who has money , Can I not fill everyone up!

One family, one family, all kinds of beings.

But no matter what, the days after moving out are far better than anyone imagined.

Countless articles flew to the capital like snowflakes, and Yan Shifan wrote almost once a day, reporting in detail.

He came late, and he hit it off with Wang Ronggui before, but now he came here to see everything was in order, so Yan Shifan's posture was also kept low, as a way to learn and ask for advice, never competing for the first, the two cooperated tacitly, and got twice the result with half the effort.

Even Emperor Ming Pei praised it a few times: "I don't think this Wang Ronggui is really a man with a chest."

Many small things, such as recruiting scholars to teach on the spot, such as doing engineering and crafts, and even more subtle arrangements such as inspections and shed managers... It seems very small and inconspicuous, but it is extremely important for stabilizing people's hearts. helpful.

The real kindness and power are combined.

In fact, even if they don't care, these people can't make troubles, and no matter how much resentment they have, after the upcoming earthquake actually happens, it will become joy and gratitude.

However, such a thoughtful arrangement, and using local materials to the greatest extent, saved the resources of the imperial court... This kind of thought is extraordinary.

Xinbao said: "Of course, Xinbao has good eyes and knows friends, and Xinbao's friends are very powerful."

Emperor Ming Pei didn't say that I arranged this person for you, I arranged it based on face... He just said: "Xinbao is right."

Moreover, the articles passed down from that place are all well written, not empty praises, but delicate and intuitive. From what I have seen and what I have heard, from the migration all the way to after the resettlement, it is like a picture scroll, slowly unfolding, called Jiu Emperors who have experienced vicissitudes of life have wet their eyes several times.

Emperor Ming Pei ordered Yan Shirong to compile these articles into a book, and at the same time asked people to release all these articles for everyone to read.

Yan Shirong said: "Your Majesty Wang is indeed a great talent for strategizing. I didn't have a good life to do these things at that time, otherwise, it would be a book."

Emperor Ming Pei said slowly: "With that stone tablet, it is enough. At that time, you were short of time, and secondly, even if you wrote it, it would not be as good as this."

Indeed, although what he did was important, it was done by the common people at their doorstep. The shock of the change was certainly not as great as this matter. Therefore, if it weren’t for the Guanzhong scholar who had experienced it three times in a row, he could compare it intuitively. It would not be so touching when written by ordinary talents.

Yan Shirong nodded.

Emperor Ming Pei said: "Are you here for something?"

"Yes," Yan Shirong also came back to his senses, gathered those articles at hand, and said at the same time: "I have talked with Yi Yi in detail, and the news channel of Daotinglou is indeed quite wide, but it is also quite scattered. There are good and bad gangs. Usually, it’s okay to be restrained to investigate a case or buy and sell news, but when it comes to supervisory officials, they don’t have the ability to do so, and secondly, it’s not that we look down on them, but people in the market, so it’s not appropriate to grant such transcendent Otherwise, accidents will easily happen if the mentality fluctuates, and besides, officials will be constrained by it, and within a few years, they will collude together."

He paused: "So, my grandson thinks, it's not that it can't be used, but it can't be used freely. First, the real big things are only put on the provincial level, and second, things related to officials can only be done occasionally. Thirdly, what they report is mainly natural disasters, major cases, and public voices."

He began to elaborate.

Emperor Ming Pei only listened to half of it, and said: "You don't need to go into details with me, just let it go and do it."

"Yes," Yan Shirong said, "Grandson transferred Zhong Li over to take care of this matter with He Qingwen."

When Yan Shirong was talking to Emperor Ming Pei, Xinbao went into his left ear and out of his right ear, but when he heard He Qingwen's name, Xinbao asked in surprise, "But isn't He Qingwen from Xinbao?"

Yan Shirong: "..."

He Qingwen was the person Xinbao rescued by hanging the pot for the first time. Now he is in the Department of Medicine and Daoism. Yan Shirong was a classmate of him before and they are very close. The key is that He Qingwen's family is simple and suitable for this kind of news work, but he really forgot to leave. process.

Yan Shi Rongfei also said similarly: "That's right, Xinbao, brother first asks for Yeye's consent, and then he will find someone to go to the official department to take the official documents, and then Gan Baibi will come to ask for your consent."

Xinbao thought for a while, then nodded: "It doesn't matter, Mr. Gan doesn't need to ask Xinbao about this matter, because there is a clear division of labor between Xinbao and Mr. Gan. Xinbao only takes care of business, and Mr. Gan takes care of other things. "

Yan Shirong said solemnly: "Yes, but Xinbao is the biggest official of the Ministry of Medicine and Daoism, so I still have to come over and ask you."

Xinbao nodded: "Okay."

The two finished their public-to-public conversation, Yan Shirong quietly winked at Emperor Ming Pei, Emperor Ming Pei smiled and said nothing.

A notification came in from outside, saying that Gan Baibi asked to see him.

Xinbao asked strangely, "Could it be that you are here now?"

"Return to Your Highness," Fang Wuyou said, "Master Gan said that there is something to report to His Highness, and His Highness will make a decision."