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

Xie Zhaodi's eyebrows were curved and she said with joy, "Is this true?"

"When did Yu Heng's words not be true?" Xie Yuheng asked the question without answering and put the brush on the pen holder.

Xie Zhaodi thought of her new friend in the kitchen, Yu Qingyin.

Biting his lower lip, he hesitated for a while before asking: "Is it unique to Xiu Tang, or can it be used anywhere?"

"Anyone can, but they all need to pass the assessment."

The kind of people who look like they are losing money and making money, Xie's College is not grateful, investment is not charity.

Xie Yuheng watched Xie Zhaodi leave happily.

The corner of her mouth couldn't help but raise a smile. Xie Zhaodi, who could only lower her eyebrows a few years ago, is now a big girl.

He raised his hand and poured the remaining tea from last night into the flower pot.

Well, save water.

The red bird looked at the yellowing leaves of the peony and tilted its head.

I feel that Peony's life is not long...

"Chi chi chi chi."

Although aristocratic families can survive one emperor after another, how can you ensure that the Xie family's descendants always have a pure mind.

Xie Yuheng replaced the teapot with new tea leaves, pondered for a moment and said:

"My ancestors were noble and righteous, and I admire them with all my heart. So I elevated the Xie family name, vindicated the injustice, and allowed the Xie family to return to the stage of history."

When hot water is poured into the pot, the fresh fragrance of Longjing tea fills the room.

Thinking of the nuclear wastewater in future generations and the lives of tens of millions of compatriots.

Xie Yuheng's star-like eyes were full of coldness, "But my original intention is to join the game personally and formulate a plan for the island country."

If there is no grass growing, it means death. Leave no one behind on the island.

Suzaku's eyes were full of shock, "Chi Chi Chi Chi." Aren't you afraid that future generations will say you are cruel?

Xie Yuheng touched his chin, seeming to be thinking seriously.

After a moment, he spread his hands and said helplessly: "Then I can only use 'Kill the Holy Mother first in troubled times' as my epitaph."

"Jiji?"

Xie Yuheng nodded the bird's head, which was not very bright, and poured himself a cup of tea.

It’s enough to worry about what’s behind you in front of you, and do your best in the present moment with no regrets.

......

After the light rain, the lotuses turn over and the pomegranate flowers bloom.

Xie Yuheng and Si Yuandao, each with a small bench, sat by the stream fishing.

Si Yuandao blew his beard and stared at the boy in red for a while. There was silence and no movement on his side.

He turned his eyes and said: "Xiao Yuheng, how about we change positions? The view here is wide and the scenery is great."

Xie Yuheng blinked his innocent eyes, do you think I look like a three-year-old child?

Covering his lips with his hands to cover his smile, he said: "Sir, what you said makes sense. Yu Heng also feels tired from fishing. It would be great to enjoy the beautiful scenery."

So, Si Yuandao happily changed places with Xie Yuheng.

Chang He and Rong Shi both had black lines on their heads, and for a moment they couldn't tell who was the master and who was the disciple.

Remove the erbium and empty the hook into the water.

Xie Yuheng really began to appreciate the beautiful scenery. On the other side of the stream were acres of crops. An old farmer was walking on the field ridge with his cow. Farther away, there were two people with their arms akimbo, as if they were scolding each other?

If Jiangling wanted to replace Linyuan, money, talent, and military status were all indispensable.

It is already on the way, and the military needs money to build the urn city.

As the saying goes: If you want to be rich, build roads first.

If we hire people to build the road from Qinghe Village to Jiangling Shiliu, it will cost one hundred taels per person per day, and 90 taels per month for thirty people.

As for the entire Gangneung road...

Xie Yuheng's entire wealth was only about 200,000 taels of silver, and the bulk of it came from the Chi family's compensation.

The country is indeed a money-devouring machine. If it emphasizes corvee, it will lose the support of the people. If it does not do corvee... it will really waste money.

I wonder if there are still people like the Chi family who have been taken advantage of in Beijing?

Anyway, she is invulnerable to all poisons, so she doesn’t mind coming a few more times, even dozens of times.

"Sir, how can we reduce the cost of road construction?"

Xie Yuheng turned to look at someone who was still quiet and depressed even after changing positions.

Si Yuandao narrowed his eyes slightly, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes could trap mosquitoes. After pondering for a moment, he said: "Generally speaking, road construction involves using corvees or prisoners."

Moving the fishing rod to a different position, the old man continued:

"You can also ask others to help you repair it. For example, if you have some goods that are in short supply, those businessmen will naturally be happy to build roads in exchange for qualifications."

It's like a major accident occurs in the imperial court and there is no money in the national treasury. We can only ask wealthy businessmen to "donate money" in order to appoint some nice-sounding, powerless and useless officials, which is similar to the truth.

Xie Yuheng played with the ruby ​​​​with his small hands and murmured: "Is there anything that can make businessmen rush for goods for road construction..."

Behind him, Xie Laifu was carrying a load of cow dung, and the two baskets were swaying.

He was just passing by and no one cared.

......

At Xu time, lectures on stargazing began.

Many children in the village found a place with their rice bowls to eat and listen.

"There is a saying in the Book of Songs: 'There is Qiming in the east, and Changgeng in the west.'"

"Qiming and Chang Geng are both the same star. Because they appear at different times, they have different names. They can also be called Taibai Venus."

Xie Yuheng raised his eyebrows. In fact, he could just call it Venus.

A child quickly swallowed his food and asked doubtfully: "Is it still the brightest star in the sky when you wake up in the morning?"

Xie Yuheng nodded, pointed to a bright star in the southwest and said, "That one is Taibaijin Star."

So, everyone in the academy looked in the direction pointed by the kid in red, and saw rows of sunflowers.

At this moment, Wang Ermazi patted Xie Tinghai, who was looking for Taibaijin Star with his eyes wide open.

Xie Tinghai was caught off guard and frightened, and whispered: "What are you doing? You scared me."

Wang Ermazi whispered in Xie Tinghai's ear for a while. Then the two of them quietly left together.

Xie Mingli crossed his arms, looked at the strange two people, thought for a moment and followed them.

They followed him not far or near until they reached the south of the village, where Wang Ermazi pulled Xie Tinghai and hid in a pile of firewood.

Xie Mingli raised his eyebrows and stood directly in the shadow under the eaves next to him, eavesdropping openly.

No wonder there are fewer people in the college today, all of whom came here.

Under the big soapberry tree in the south of the village, everyone sat in a big circle around the bonfire.

Xie Laifu knocked the dried mud on the soles of his shoes and said:

"The owner of the family led us to grow sweet potatoes and built a workshop to earn wages. My baby also has a cheap college, so we can't always take advantage of them, right?"

"Oh, yes. It's a pity that my mother left early, otherwise I could have enjoyed a few days of happiness." A man said.

"My whole family remembers how good the master is, but there is nothing he can do to help..."

Xie Hong scratched his head and said carelessly: "Laifu, just tell me what it is. I also want to listen to the master talk about the stars."

Xie Laifu knocked the sand out of his shoes and put them on.

Then he said: "I heard from the master this morning that he wanted to build a road, and I guess we will only build the section from Qinghe River to Jiangling."

"Here you go, how much money would it cost to hire someone?"

Xie Hong calculated in his mind that the work would last for 80 years and take 30 days in a month. Eighty plus eighty, one hundred six, plus eighty...

After a while, Xie Hong fainted.