At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Xie Yuheng made a quick calculation in his mind and reported the number of fine gauze needed to Zhen Youqian.

"Okay, I'll be happy with the little champion one day."

Zhen Youqian took a lotus cake from the table, nibbling on it, and walked out quickly.

Xie Yuheng and his party also began to discuss the 'plague' matter, and Xie Lin and Yu Qingyin looked at each other.

After receiving silent encouragement from Yu Qingyin, Xie Lin said: "Master, I will go with you."

Who knows, Xie Yuheng shook his head and said: "If the situation is serious, the city may have to be closed down."

"As the capital of a country, Beijing will also restrict the entry of people from epidemic areas."

"My eldest brother and I have already been appointed officials. We can directly ask for leave from the Hanlin Academy, but you two can't miss the two exams."

The Imperial Examination and the Civil Service Examination are scheduled for mid-August. The date of departure and return is unknown, and it is impossible for the imperial court to postpone the examination for departmental Jinshi.

"Then Zhushu and Bingwen are not in Yangzhou, but there are also Jinshi who returned from Yangzhou..."

Xie Yuheng still shook his head and analyzed: "Brother Bingwen has Uncle Yang. Even if he misses the imperial examination and cannot enter the Hanlin Academy, it is not a big problem."

As for Xie Zhushu... I originally followed Xie Zhiyi to protect his safety, but now I can only hope that the problem in the epidemic area will not continue to be serious.

It's just that the carriage and horse correspondence are slow and the news is delayed. I wonder what the situation is now?

As soon as Meng Wanning and the ladies came in, they saw the juniors huddled together muttering about something.

Meng Wanning asked aloud: "What's going on? Everyone is gathered here with sad faces."

Xie Yuheng turned around and saw Mrs. Meng coming in with several ladies, followed by the maid Jinxiu, holding a jar in her hand.

I saw that the red silk beside the altar had faded. Xie Yuheng guessed that it was the number one scholar buried in the backyard of her old house when she was a full moon.

He told Meng Wanning the whole story and successfully got his mother's sad look +1

A lady murmured: "Could it be that there really is a disaster star in Yangzhou? These floods and plagues come one after another, and no one can take a breath!"

The lady next to her with a gorgeous hairpin answered: "No, there is no heavy rain around the Dragon Boat Festival, but this year is the worst."

"I planned to ask my master to buy some pieces of cloud brocade to make clothes for my birthday."

"But since the heavy rain in Yangzhou, the price of Yun brocade has been one per day. I don't know where the disaster star came from. It's really bad luck!"

The person behind the scenes was holding the tea and sipping it without blushing, his eyes filled with interest.

Floods occur every year in the lower reaches of the Han River, but this year... Gangneungfu News often publishes them.

Anyone with a little bit of money at home will pay the government for the newspaper. It’s not expensive anyway, just a few cents for paper and ink.

In addition, anyone who mentions this at her mother's tea party will be praised by Jianglinghou's mother - "You have everyone's style." '

Then there was a discussion about which industries might be affected and prices would rise. Those who have a business at home should stock up in advance.

It also coincided with the bursting of the Qiantang embankment, which pushed the Yangzhou disaster to its peak.

Even those who don’t believe may still have some doubts in their hearts.

Chi Guanxu used his position as the right minister of the Ministry of Industry to send one of Meng Shuhong and Chi Bai to Yangzhou and the other to Liangzhou.

It took a lot of effort to preserve the little reputation Qi Chibai had left.

When he saw Rong, he brought Doctor Wu here. Xie Yuheng drank the tea in one gulp and took people to the private room upstairs to discuss matters.

A lady, who was sitting elegantly, immediately sighed, leaned back on her chair, and sighed:

"Wan Ning, your Yuheng is really getting better and better. Sitting there, I feel a pressure, as if I'm seeing the county governor."

"It's not as exaggerated as you said. You don't know when she is naughty." Meng Wanning shook her head with a smile, and the doting look on her face was almost real.

Another lady interjected: "Our Jiangling Marquis is outstanding, he is the real number one scholar at the age of nine."

"Oh, if my boy can pass the exam to be a scholar, I will go to the temple to offer more sticks of incense to the Bodhisattva!"

She changed her subject and said: "Speaking of which, Wan Ning, don't worry, just let him run to Yangzhou. This..."

The Marquis of Jiangling was not in good health to begin with, but if he got infected with another disease... her family's business would be managed every year, and they would have to make a lot more money!

Meng Wanning sighed softly and said: "Children have their own ideas. As adults, we can't interfere too much. Besides, his father is also over there."

That's the truth, but which mother can really let her children do whatever they want?

It may not be good for the child himself, but if the child's ambition cannot be controlled...

Just like the one from the Xu family, thanks to Meng Wanning's help.

It was one thing for the ladies to envy Xie Yuheng for his excellence, but it was another thing to really teach their children according to Meng Wanning's parenting methods.

If the children are separated and cannot be controlled, and the mother's family is unable to do anything, they will live a lonely life when they grow old.

However, Wan Ning has a saying that is absolutely right. It is better to rely on others than to rely on yourself. Only when you have it, can you really have it!

The ladies were just talking about the children, but immediately started talking about business matters.

Outside Jiangling City, wooden rails are also being urgently laid. For half a day's wages of 80 cents, a lot of people rushed to work.

Some big men who didn't get a spot sighed: "Oh, it would be great if the Marquis of Jiangling was always in Jiangling."

"You're stupid. This thing runs so fast. It might need someone to lay it down in the future. Why don't you learn more now?"

The big man curled his lips and muttered: "You also said it was someone else, how can it be the same as the Marquis of Jiangling? There is no treachery or business, I wish I could use one person for two purposes."

Although there is some distance from the east city gate to the southern port, the advantage is that there are many people, and the wooden rails were quickly laid.

The trains were pulling supplies to support Yangzhou back and forth. They could pull many supplies at a time, but they only needed to burn charcoal.

The merchants in the city were very moved when they saw it, but they also knew that this product must be approved by the court before mass production.

Otherwise, even a wooden track can kill people, and it will be laid in vain without the permission of the government. After all, he will definitely destroy official ethics and have to send himself to prison to eat official meals.

I really want to pack the Marquis of Jiangling and put him in the carriage back to Beijing. What's going on?

For a time, the merchants hated the disaster star in Yangzhou and cursed him continuously.

The next day.

A golden sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is yellow.

At the port of Jiangling Han River, Mei Xingyun asked in confusion: "Anyway, the imperial court will send more manpower and supplies after knowing about it. Why do you have to give away so many things for free?"

Xie Yuheng stood with his hands behind his back, watching the laborers coming and going to carry the goods onto the ship, and said calmly: "There is a lot of money, let's burn it for fun."

Mei Xingyun: "..." Damn it! How abominable! I really want to beat up Xiao Yuheng!

Xie Yuheng raised his lips and smiled. He suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves coming from where he came from, and followed the sound.