Immortal Venerable Cubs Manual II [Quick Transmigration]

Si Anzhen didn't know anything about his father's acquaintances, so he asked Ying Jiu when he returned to the house, if there was someone with the surname Cheng who had contacts with the palace.

It was easy for Ying Jiu to think that one of King Chen's companions was Changting Bo Cheng's family, and judging by her age and appearance, the one outside should be the Fifth Young Master Cheng, and she told the truth to Xiao Shizi.

Chang Tingbo?Cheng Wu?

Si Anzhen suddenly felt a little familiar. He should have heard about the Changtingbo mansion somewhere.

But where did you hear it?It should be related to his family, so he will have an impression.

There are not many things in a child's mind, and since Si Anzheng has lived a fulfilling and wonderful life after returning to the palace, many trivial memories have been put in nowhere in his mind.

The more some people can't remember, the more anxious they become, and their minds are in a mess.

But Si Anzhen is used to being alone, and he is more able to bear his temper than ordinary children.

He stumbled over a small stool and sat there chewing his fingers and thinking slowly.

Suddenly thinking of something, Si An's eyes lit up, and then he raised two lightly colored eyebrows.

He remembered in his dream that he had heard that Chang Tingbo's mansion was deprived of his title and exiled by the whole family because of his involvement with Prince Jing, and then his father was suspected by the uncle Huang, and even Prince Chen's mansion was searched.

Thinking of this, Si An felt a little unhappy—how could Uncle Huang doubt his father?

He was still a little worried.

But after thinking about it, Dad said that the things in the dream were all fake and would never happen... But he still couldn't completely let go.

Si An was very worried. In order to avoid forgetting in the future, he took a pen and wrote down the dreams he still remembered.

He can only write dozens of characters now, and his expressive ability is also limited. He is almost half-writing and half-drawing, and he has created many symbols of his own.

As for his paintings, no one can understand them except himself.

After writing it down, Si An Ping looked at the stack of rice paper and nodded in satisfaction.

This is all right, he will never forget again.

Si Anchen believed that his father would not lie to him, let alone abandon him, but he always felt that what happened in the dream was very strange.

He didn't know that his father knew this Uncle Cheng, let alone Chang Tingbo's mansion, how could he have such a dream?

Si Anzhen just sat there, thinking quietly.

So, when Si Xingjian came in, he saw Zai Zai's immature face, serious and even bitter.

When he came to him, Zai Zai came back to his senses, and shouted in surprise: "Daddy!"

Si Anzhen would never hide anything from his father.

After letting Ying Jiu go out, Si An Jue stammered what he had thought of before.

He has a clear picture of many things in his mind, but he can't describe them.

After Si Xingjian roughly understood, he sighed silently in his heart.

It was hard to fool Zai Zai before, why is Zai Zai starting to struggle with these things when he sees Cheng Wu now?

He didn't intend to deceive and conceal it, nor did he want to stop Zai Zai from thinking, but he just didn't want to see a three-year-old child worrying about these family and country affairs.

But if he were to change his mind and admit that Zai Zai's dream could indeed predict the future, Si Xingjian would feel a little embarrassed.

As a strong father, can he admit that he was fooling Zai Zai before?

Does he still have the majesty of being a father?

Must not admit it!

But it is also a troublesome thing to tell a lie.

Si Xingjian simply changed the topic: "You are young, if you think too much, you will not grow taller, and you may even lose your hair."

Upon hearing this, Si An's eyes widened in fright, and he reached out to touch the top of his head, only to touch the hat.

As a child who is very concerned about his own image, he cannot tolerate being short and bald.

"I'm still a child, and I'll grow taller... just like Daddy!"

As if to convince himself, Si An's hesitant tone became firm and he clenched his fists.

Si Xingjian was amused, and quickly pulled up the corners of her lips, made a serious expression, and said in a deep voice: "That's not necessarily the case, older people don't necessarily have taller stature. Look at your uncle, is it better than I'm short, and my hair is a little thinner? That's why he was a prince when he was young, and he worried about state affairs all day long."

"Really?" Si An's words were already crying, he looked down at his short legs, and when he looked up, his eyes were already full of tears.

"Is President An An not tall?"

Si Xingjian saw that the scaring was too much, and hurriedly coaxed: "I didn't mean that, I just advise you not to think too much. If you are in a happy mood every day, go to bed early and get up early, and eat a balanced diet... you will definitely grow as tall as Daddy of."

Si An's eyes were full of tears, and he hiccupped, but still sobbed and insisted on asking: "Then will An An lose her hair?"

"As long as you don't become the emperor, you shouldn't become bald." Si Xingjian said solemnly.

Want to trick his family into inheriting the throne?Not to mention the door, there are no windows.

In Si An's young mind, "being an emperor" had already established an inseparable connection with "being easy to bald", and he would often worry that his uncle and cousin would become bald in the future.

After Si Xingjian's flickering, Si Anzhen no longer entangled with the affairs of Changting Bo's Mansion, but only wanted to drink more bone soup, eat more fruits and vegetables, so as to grow taller quickly.

Even before going to bed, he didn't forget to ask his father to measure his height with a cloth ruler so that he could observe his stature changes in the future.

The next day, when Si Anzhen parted with his little friend, he didn't even feel so much reluctance.

He only cared about observing the stature of his friends.

Sure enough, he was the shortest!

Is this the price of being smart and thinking?

Si An accepted all kinds of small gifts from his friends, and said goodbye very openly: "I will come again in summer or autumn."

By then, he will grow taller.

When they returned to the city, in addition to Cheng Wu, they also had an extra carriage, which contained a cart full of mountain delicacies.

These are not expensive, and there is no shortage of them in the palace, but because the people on Zhuangzi gave them to Xiaoshizi, or he picked them himself, so they took them back.

Si An shook his fingers and muttered: "The dandelions will be sold for money; I also want to plant dandelions in the garden, and next year there will be a lot of them... Sophora japonica will send some to Uncle Huang..."

Si Anzhen didn't see his father climbing a tree, and he didn't have a chance to try it himself, so he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

It was already past noon when they returned to the palace, and they spent another afternoon setting everything up.

On the second day, which was also the last day of the long vacation, Si An Hui went to the palace to see Uncle Huang with a gift.

He shared his life in the countryside for five days with a sweet voice that seemed to contain honey, and he kept saying "How about Daddy".

As Si Xingzheng listened, he had gradually gotten used to An An's dependence on and caring for King Chen, but he still deliberately asked, "Did An An forget that Uncle Huang is alone in the palace and can only approve these annoying papers?"

Hearing this, Si Anzhen remembered what his father had said, raised his head and carefully observed Uncle Huang's hair with worried eyes.

It seems that it is indeed thinner than daddy's hair?

He sighed, and said in a deep tone that didn't match his age: "Uncle Huang, you have to take care of your hair!"

Uncle Huang has reached this age, so he won't grow any taller, but at least his hair can be saved.

Si Xingzheng:?

When there was no one around, Si Xingzheng looked at his hair carefully in front of the bronze mirror, wondering: I don't have white hair either, why did An An tell him like that?

When Zai Zai went to the palace, Si Xingjian was writing notes in the mansion.

The accounts that the emperor wants to check is a huge project for others, and it is almost impossible to complete.

In addition to being good at arithmetic, one also needs to be familiar with the weather, geology, farming, etc. Based on these, combined with the data of previous years and other regions in the same year, the harvest of each state and county and the grain that needs to be paid are calculated.

The rest of the business tax is similar to the algorithm.

This is not a difficult task for Si Xingjian.

Isn't it the regression equation?

It's just that the knowledge and theories he knows about planting, yield, etc. may not match the reality of this world.

So when he went to Zhuangzi, in addition to playing with Zai Zai, he also learned a lot about it from some experienced farmers.

Si Xingjian does not need to calculate the specific value, but only needs to roughly calculate which state has the most disparity in data.

This is simpler.

He finished writing the paper, went to the palace to pick up Zai Zai, handed the paper over by the way, and asked for leave by the way—the king didn't want to go to court tomorrow.

When Si Xingzheng received the note, he didn't think it was the result of King Chen's audit.

King Chen only stayed in the household department for two days - this is a day as long as people go, if you really want to investigate carefully, King Chen only read the account books for less than four hours in two days.

What can be seen from this?

But when he saw the contents of the booklet, he almost threw the booklet on the ground in shock.

There are no words of greetings in the booklet, and every sentence has something to say.

Si Xingzheng didn't know how King Chen calculated it, or whether he had done a private investigation before, but this result was not much different from what he knew.

No matter what the reason is, King Chen's submission of such a note will undoubtedly arouse the monarch's taboo and suspicion.

If it's the former, King Chen's intelligence is beyond the reach of human beings, and his previous performances are all hiding his clumsiness; if it's the latter, then King Chen's power should not be underestimated, and King Chen's hand is stretched too far.

More importantly, he had been kept a secret for so many years, and he didn't even notice anything unusual.

If such a person is not willing to be king, then...

Even if he is the elder brother of King Chen, it is inevitable that he will have some murderous intentions.

"You..." Si Xingzheng spoke with difficulty, but didn't know what to ask.

Si Xingjian raised his head and returned a questioning look.

Facing such gazes, Si Xingzheng suddenly didn't want to use any sideways temptations, but asked directly: "How did you do it in such a short time?"

Si Xingjian briefly explained.

Si Xingzheng found that he only understood [-]% to [-]% of what he knew, but he also understood how difficult it was.

Si An, who was putting together building blocks, noticed that the atmosphere was a bit dignified, so he put down the block in his hand, clapped his hands together and clapped a few times, and said happily, "Daddy is really amazing!"

Si Xingzheng put the notebook aside, and asked with a smile: "Do you understand, and you also know that your father is powerful?"

Si Anzhen replied quite naturally: "It's because I don't understand that I think Daddy is amazing! If An An can understand it, it must be very easy."

Si Xingzheng: It makes sense!

He looked at Si Xingzheng again, and asked for advice with some sincerity in the test: "Then what can King Chen do to solve this problem?"

Si Xingjian reached out and tapped the white jade cup on the tea table, and seemed to answer the wrong question: "Tea."