After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

Having stayed at home for several days, Li Shiliu finally wrote a memorial in the name of his father, the Minister of Revenue Li Lianggong, on the preliminary plan he had proposed to Emperor Jiade last time, which was to allow officials in the court to retire according to their ranks and years. He then gave it to his father and asked him to take it to Emperor Jiade to report to him.

Li Shiliu, who had been cooped up for several days, wanted to go out for a walk today because the weather was very good.

She told the three maids, Zhenzhu, Feicui and Yang Nanyao, to pack up and prepare to go out for shopping.

"Zhenzhu, Feicui, Yaoyao, the weather is very nice today, I want to go out for a walk.

Dad has been busy with work recently and seems to have lost a lot of weight. Let Sister Song cook two dishes for him and stew some soup. We will send them to the Ministry of Revenue later."

"Miss, don't worry. You gave the order yesterday. Mrs. Song has been preparing it early this morning. She stewed sour radish and old duck soup for grandpa, and also made stir-fried lamb, crispy pork belly, and refreshing cold noodles that the master likes."

"That's great. Yaoyao, go to the kitchen and get the lunch that Sister Song prepared for father."

"Here..."

Having lived in the Li Mansion for nearly half a month, Nanyang Yao has gotten used to his new identity as Yang Nanyao, a maid in the Mansion of the Minister of Revenue, and has been doing his work honestly.

After Yang Nanyao went to the kitchen, Li Shiliu immediately turned around and asked Zhenzhu.

"Pearl, how are the preparations for the Goose Factory auction going?"

“To reply Miss, everything is almost ready.

The auction is scheduled for three days later, and we started sending invitations to all the dignitaries and wealthy merchants in Yuanjing City yesterday."

"Did Duke Yue's Mansion also send an invitation?"

"It has been delivered. It was delivered by Manager Liu himself."

"How did they react?"

"At that time, the Nine Gates Admiral Tong Guoan was at home. After he received the invitation, his face looked a little unhappy, but he still promised to attend.

Steward Liu reserved Box No. 3 on the 6rd floor for Duke Yue’s residence.”

"It's good that you're willing to come. We can't waste such a good fat sheep.

By the way, the work of the auction must be arranged well, and the emperor is still waiting for the money from the auction to use for disaster relief. "

"Please rest assured, Miss. Manager Liu is personally watching over there with his men. All of us at Tencent are working very hard to ensure that the auction goes smoothly."

“There must be no mistakes at the auction, as the disaster victims are still waiting for money to save their lives.

I have nothing to do today, so after we go to the Ministry of Revenue to deliver lunch to my father, we'll go for a stroll on the street. You can also go to the Tencent auction to have a look.

By the way, let’s take Yang Nanyao with us. It’s no use keeping people locked up in the Li Mansion. We should at least give them a chance to show their abilities.”

Half an hour later, Li Shiliu, Zhenzhu, Feicui and Yang Nanyao and their group did not take a carriage, but walked leisurely towards the Ministry of Revenue.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

As the capital of the entire Da Chong Dynasty, no matter if the Yellow River burst its banks or there were floods, the Yuanjing City was always a place of peace and prosperity.

Looking at the bustling crowd on the street, Li Shiliu took a deep breath through her veil and felt alive again.

Yang Nanyao, carrying a heavy food box, followed silently at the end, looking at Li Shiliu's slim back thoughtfully.

Li Shiliu and his group walked down the street, completely unaware that trouble was about to come.