Ci Jinzhi

There are large barrels in the warehouse. When the lids of the barrels are opened, they are completely white, as if they are seeing snow in this hot July day.

The girl's calm voice rang in everyone's ears: "The sugar must be protected from light and moisture. This is not just white sugar, all sugar is the same..."

Emperor Xingyuan looked at the buckets of sugar and felt refreshed. He ordered people to take the sugar for all the ministers to taste.

The white sugar in the white porcelain dish looked refreshing, and the ministers tasted it faster than the other.

 I heard that many colleagues are willing to spend several silver dollars to buy a pound of sugar. Well, including old mothers and yellow-faced women who urge them to get some sugar to go home. Now you can earn money by eating one more bite.

“How does it taste?” Emperor Xingyuan asked expectantly.

“Reporting to your majesty, it is the same as what I tasted that day.” The Minister of the Ministry of Finance said loudly.

 Others looked at him sideways.

 What are you doing so loudly?

Especially the Minister of Rites, the Minister of Hubu is particularly unpleasant to look at.

 They are all victims of the New Deal, older than this traitor!

“Your Majesty, please taste it.” After tasting it, Sun Yan presented the sugar to Emperor Xingyuan.

Emperor Xingyuan tasted it himself and laughed loudly: "Okay, it's ready for delivery!"

All the ministers congratulated one after another: "Congratulations, Your Majesty."

The ministers who left received one pound of candy each, the honorable concubines in the palace received between two and one pound, the eldest princess Zhaoyang received two pounds, and the Queen Mother sent five pounds.

 After what happened on New Year's Eve, Emperor Xingyuan kept the Queen Mother cold for a while. Later, when the Queen Mother complained of illness, the situation naturally eased. This is the old saying, there is no overnight feud between mother and son. Although Emperor Xingyuan knew that the Queen Mother's illness might be fake, he could not keep fussing with his old mother who was nearly seventy years old.

Over at Cining Palace, the Queen Mother glanced at the porcelain jar filled with sugar and said with a faint expression, "Is this the sugar that that girl tinkered with?"

The confidant nanny was afraid that the queen mother would be unhappy with the emperor again, so she hurriedly said: "I heard that many people want to taste this sugar, but they can't buy it with money. The emperor is thinking of you, so he sent so much in one gift."

The Queen Mother's expression softened a little and she raised her chin: "Open it and let Aijia have a look."

 The lid of the jar was opened, revealing sugar as white as frost and snow.

The Queen Mother looked surprised: "Such white sugar?"

The palace maid brought some sugar on a plate and served it to the Queen Mother to taste.

 As older people's sense of taste deteriorates, the taste will be stronger. As soon as the sweet sugar enters the mouth, the Queen Mother showed a satisfied expression: "Go and dissolve it with water. Make a cup of sugar water."

Soon, the sugar water made with white sugar was brought. The Queen Mother drank it all in one gulp and commented: "This sugar water is so sweet that it tastes better than honey water."

Thinking again that it was made by Xinyou, the Queen Mother's smile dropped and she said calmly: "Just like her mother, she does know how to tinker."

She suddenly remembered the gold and silver that her daughter-in-law had tinkered with in exchange for things. Later, her son got better and better as he got better and better...

 The Queen Mother withdrew her thoughts and did not want to think about it any more. What she is today depends on her son's ability. The most annoying thing is that people mention that her daughter-in-law's contribution is indispensable.

A refugee girl is not a bad person. If her family hadn’t taken her in, she would have ended up in what kind of condition.

Princess Zhaoyang, who received the sugar, grabbed her son and read: "You mess around every day and almost blew yourself up that day. Why don't you learn from your cousin? Whether it's a storybook or sugar, it can make people feel happy." s things."

Kong Rui looked innocent: "My son doesn't know that."

My cousin knows more, maybe his firearms workshop can bring my cousin along...

Princess Zhaoyang knew what her son was thinking at the first glance, and immediately slapped the table: "Don't make your cousin play around! What if your cousin is hurt by what you are doing?"

Kong Rui had no choice but to calm down and said, "My son knows."

“What’s more—” Princess Zhaoyang looked at her son with a disdainful look and said, “I heard that Prince Bao Ri shows up in front of your cousin every day. Can’t you learn from this?”

Originally, she expected that the two young children would be happy with each other after getting along for a long time. Later, she guessed that Ayou was fond of Chang Lehou, and she felt very sorry for her son. But as time passed, she didn't see anything between Ayou and Changlehou, and she began to hope that her son and Ayou would get married again.

 As a result, when Prince Bao Ri came, she immediately realized the difference between her wooden son and other people.

It would be really heartbreaking to let a foreigner marry Ayou!

Disliked by his mother, Kong Rui rubbed his nose: "My son wants to invite his cousin to serve as a counselor, but you don't allow it. Oh, I suddenly remembered that there is something else in the yamen -"

Kong Rui walked away in a flash, leaving Princess Zhaoyang rolling her eyes in anger.

The horseshoes clattered. He Qingxiao entered the city and saw that the front was particularly lively. There were vague words like "Miss Xin" floating in his ears. He tugged on the reins and ordered his entourage to go and inquire.

Not long after, his subordinates returned: "Reporting to your lord, this is a new gambling game. Bet on when Prince Baori can win Miss Xin's heart."

He Qingxiao's hand on the reins tightened and her voice was very low: "Is the whole capital paying attention to such a thing?"

“Prince Baori is from Xiling. He refused to leave because of Miss Xin, and Miss Xin is very famous in the capital..."

He Qingxiao glanced at the crowded crowd, changed direction, accelerated his speed, and headed straight for the imperial city.

“Your Majesty, the Marquis of Changle has returned to Beijing to seek an audience.”

As soon as Emperor Xingyuan heard this, he immediately ordered people to come in.

 “I have seen your Majesty.”

"Get up quickly." Emperor Xingyuan looked at the young man kneeling on one knee, feeling anxious.

This is the result of the taxation pilot project of the New Deal in the South.

He Qingxiao stood up and took out an account book from his arms: "The collection of summer grain in the southern places has been completed. Your Majesty, please take a look."

Sun Yan quickly took the account book and presented it to Emperor Xingyuan.

Emperor Xingyuan shrank his pupils when he saw the total tax amount: "So much?"

 The pilot areas in the south are fertile fields and have been the focus of taxation over the years. In previous years, the summer grain tax revenue in these places was around one million taels, accounting for almost 61% of the national summer tax revenue. And now the number that Emperor Xingyuan saw was nearly four million taels!

“Quickly send word to the Minister of Household Affairs and others to enter the palace, and there are still many people waiting for the imperial edict!”

 While waiting for the ministers to arrive, Emperor Xingyuan repeatedly confirmed, fearing that his joy would be in vain.

"I will go ahead and report to His Majesty. He Yushi and others will **** the tax banker behind. They will arrive in a few days in the evening."

“Okay, okay, thank you for your hard work, Qingxiao.”

Emperor Xingyuan was in a good mood and suddenly discovered that the young man in front of him was indeed doing well.

 Tall and straight, and handsome, well, just a little worse than when he was young.

 After that, the ministers arrived one after another and were surprised to find He Qingxiao there.

 Has the Marquis of Changle returned?

At this time, a voice came out: "The edict has arrived—"

 Everyone couldn't help but look at the door.

Under the cover of many eyes, He Qingxiao carefully cast a longing look at the girl wearing a green official uniform and a simple bun.

 “I have met your Majesty.”

After saluting, Xin You stood up and smiled generously at He Qingxiao: "Master He is back."