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

“Even if Fugui can open it, do they dare to come in?”

Xie Ruxing, I really can’t understand what kind of train of thought these people have!

Xie Zhiyi also sighed: "Fortunately, Fugui doesn't eat carelessly, otherwise, if someone smears poison on him..."

The dog is rich, but he is about to die.

Xie Ruguang, who knew nothing about Xie Yuheng's gender, looked at the sisters curiously.

"Why don't they look for Brother Qingzhi?"

"Logically speaking, since my elder brother hasn't married yet, it's not the head of the family's turn."

Xie Zhiyi remained silent after hearing this, while Xie Zhuqing wanted to laugh.

He put his arm around Xie Mingli's shoulder, looking like a good brother.

"Qingzhi, he is already past the age of being a young boy and beginning to fall in love."

"For those of us approaching our thirties, our hearts are as still as still water, without a single ripple."

When I was young, I was never moved.

Once you fully understand the nature of marriage, it will be even more impossible to get married easily.

What's more, they are officials.

Throughout the year, most of my time is dedicated to the country.

If there is no holiday, I will just rest at home at night.

My parents rarely accompany me, so I'd better forget about getting married and having children.

Since I have already pledged my loyalty to my country, why should I pledge my loyalty to you?

Xie Mingli held the scroll in his hand and replied without raising his head, "They tried it in the first two years after entering Beijing."

I even encountered someone drugging me at a banquet...

However, without exception, all of them failed!

"That's right!" Xie Zhuqing suddenly remembered something and looked at his good brother's profile.

"My mother wrote to me a few days ago, saying that some of our tribesmen who were doing business outside encountered the rebels and were unfortunately killed."

"There are only the elderly and children left in the family, and they asked me if I would like to adopt one of them."

"I agree. Qingzhi, do you want to have one too?"

Xie Mingli closed the book, raised his eyes and glanced at him indifferently, "I'm still young, and I don't need an adopted son for the time being."

Xie Zhuqing's smile froze, and he immediately retorted: "It will be too late if you wait until you are old to be adopted!"

Xie Mingli brushed his hand away, stood up, walked to the bookshelf, and said while looking for a book:

"I just think that Mingcheng should get married, so I don't need him."

"What if Mingcheng doesn't marry her?"

"Then as the eldest brother, I have no choice but to break his legs."

Although it was a joke, Xie Ruguang subconsciously moved closer to his second sister.

Seeing her like this, Xie Ruxing grinned.

"If you dare to fall in love, I will play mixed doubles with you."

Upon hearing this, Xie Ruguang patted his chest and said firmly, "Please rest assured, elder sister, second sister."

"I will definitely live up to your expectations!"

"To be honest, I think Sister Xu Yinqiu is pretty good."

"There are beautiful flowers everywhere in the world, why should I love only one flower? I want the whole garden to bloom with its own colors!"

Xie Ruyue and Xie Ruxing: "..."

According to the owner of the house, being in love means being crazy about love, being mad about love, and banging your head against the wall for love.

The good news right now is that the third sister will not become love-brained.

But keeping a mistress doesn’t seem to be a good thing? !

Seeing how embarrassed the two of them were, Xie Zhiyi smiled.

She walked up to Xie Ruguang and whispered to him some basic knowledge about the causes of the disease.

However, the room was small enough that the other two men could hear it clearly.

But his expression remained normal, and he did not feel embarrassed or offended.

After all, a woman who has been divorced for many years and never remarries, and a woman who has no desires can become a monk.

……

During the three-day Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, countless people wanted to marry their daughters to Marquis Jiangling.

Even when eating in a restaurant, a girl would break in and try to 'fall' into the arms of Marquis Jiangling.

It was not until August 16, which was not a court day, that Chu Heng ordered everyone to attend the court.

Why go to court? Of course you'll be scolded, you little fool!

Chu Heng fought alone against a hundred people and scolded the officials who wanted to marry into the Xie family.

Nor do I tell you that you are not allowed to marry your children to relatives.

Just pick out the mistakes you made in the past that you turned a blind eye to in the past, and now bring up all the past!

The officials didn't understand at first until two big fools were fined their salaries.

It suddenly dawned on me!

Oh! So that's what Your Majesty meant!

But...this doesn't allow them to marry their daughter to Marquis Jiangling. Your Majesty is planning to let him marry the daughter of General Ji?

Or should I say the eldest princess? This generation and age doesn't seem right, does it?

Nalan Shangshu's family are all boys, and they also want to recognize Xie Yuheng as their godfather. Exclude them!

Could it be that Minister Ye is interested in Marquis Jiangling?

It seems that his granddaughter Ye Cen also went to Wusun with Marquis Jiangling.

This analysis does make sense!

For a moment, all the officials with ulterior motives greeted Ye Zhongliang in their hearts.

Little did they know that they were scolded by Chu Heng and it had nothing to do with Ye Zhongliang...

……

That afternoon, I handed over the official business to my colleagues.

All members of the Xie family in Beijing followed Xie Yuheng back to Jiangling, Jingzhou.

The convoy was huge, bathed in the autumn sun, rolling through the fallen leaves, heading south.

Xie Yuheng lifted the carriage curtain and looked out. The leaves along the road were all yellow.

Occasionally, you can see farmers with their backs facing upwards in the fields, still rushing to harvest crops.

Beads of sweat the size of beans covered the tanned face.

Some dripped into the fields, and some flowed into the eyes.

Even so, you have to wait until you finish cutting your hands before you have time to wipe the sweat off your face.

Seize the autumn and harvest, otherwise you will lose it.

No one can bet whether Shangjing will suddenly be hit by a rainstorm like the eastern counties...

Moreover, winter crops must be planted in the ground before the weather gets completely cold.

Such people will not rebel unless they really can't survive.

She hopes that one day, it will no longer be the case that "the people suffer when the country is destroyed, and the people also suffer when the country is prosperous."

Of course, social welfare requires national financial support.

My neighbor has food, so I steal it.

Xie Yuheng curled his lips and smiled lightly, with dark eyes surging.

She lowered the car window curtains and took out a small notebook from a secret compartment, which contained various strategies for launching military operations against Fuso.

The civil strife has been quelled, and the war in Liang Province in the west has also been settled.

In addition to incorporating Wusun Yilie, the Yizhou army returned to Yizhou and headed south to attack the Shan Kingdom.

Thanks to the gentry and landlords in each state, each of them has a fortune of thousands of gold, but their wealth is exhausted.

Anyone who participated in the civil unrest would not escape the fate of having their property confiscated.

The Daliang treasury could be said to have turned a disaster into a blessing, and instead of losing money, it gained money.

Sure enough, the fastest ways to make money are all written in the law.

But if the rebels win, not only will the taxes on the gentry and landlords not increase, but they will be transferred to the common people as before.

After all, the wool comes from the sheep, right?

Xie Yuheng and others headed south, left Shangjing, and entered Jingzhou.

In the rare towns where wooden tracks had already been laid, people would take the train instead.

After traveling for a while, the wooden track reached a rugged area and was no longer laid, so we had to get off the train again.

At the end of each wooden track, there are sharp-eyed people who have started trading mules and horses.

When they saw people getting off the train, they immediately came up to them and recommended their own car dealerships.