Xue Han adjusted her sitting position and said after her waist felt more comfortable: "Grandma is annoyed by Yu. Ever since Du died and the eldest sister-in-law came back to control the entire Duke's Mansion, Yu has been a little suspicious. She goes to the main courtyard at dawn every day. If she doesn't see her, she will wait. After a long time, Grandma got angry."
Xue Han took the fruit handed over by Mrs. Song and continued, "Grandpa and grandma discussed and decided to separate the family completely. The Yu couple will move out of the Duke's Mansion. The yard was prepared a while ago. It was prepared by my father-in-law."
Zhulan asked, "What about the child?"
Xue Han nibbled the fruit comfortably. This was the fruit that her second brother brought back and placed in the ice cellar. "Ah, the child will be raised in the Duke's Mansion, but this time it's my father-in-law who will raise the child. All my nephews are raised by my father-in-law."
Speaking of this, Xue Han's tone was a little low. The weather was hot, and grandma was lying in bed feeling uncomfortable. She had to take medicine every day and was in a particularly bad mood. Grandpa was willing but unable to raise the children.
Zhulan sensed her daughter's emotions and said, "Don't worry, you're still pregnant."
Xue Han touched her belly and said, "Mom, I know what's going on."
The Ning family already has a lot of things going on, and she won't add to the trouble.
Zhulan saw that her daughter liked to eat fruits, "Bring some back when we return to the Duke's Mansion in a few days."
Xue Han shook her head. "This is what my second brother brought back for my parents. I can just buy it outside."
Zhulan, "There are a lot at home, enough for your father and I to eat."
Fruits are very expensive now, especially those from abroad. Hey? There are disasters everywhere this year. The grain production has decreased, not to mention the fruits. The price of tea I bought a few days ago has increased by 20%.
Xue Han ate the fruit and the heat in her stomach dissipated a little. "Mom, sometimes I wonder, if we were still in Zhoujia Village, in this disaster year, let alone fruit, we would be lucky to be full."
Zhulan also thought about it, so was it right to struggle in ancient times? When the disaster year came, it had no impact on the Zhou family. The family was wealthy, so it didn't matter even if they didn't make any money for a year. Look at it now? The weather is hot and there is ice, but they still eat fine grains, various fruits, etc.
Xue Han looked at the sky. "The days are getting longer now. It's still so hot at this hour."
"Yes, doesn't your sister-in-law grow vegetables in the yard? She covers it with straw curtains every day to block out the sun."
Xue Han curled her eyes. "Sister-in-law grows vegetables. I must pick some when I leave. Fresh vegetables are hard to come by."
Zhulan nodded, "Okay."
The family has two wells and is willing to use water for growing vegetables. They also built a greenhouse, and the vegetables grown are juicy and fresh. It is difficult to find large and juicy vegetables in the market nowadays. The big family now eats vegetables grown by Zhuangzi, but the daily demand is so high that Zhuangzi cannot supply the supply.
The vegetables grown in your own yard are not eaten every day.
Inside the palace, the emperor looked at the memorial sent by the Ministry of Rites, or more precisely, the memorial written by Zhou Changyi, with an indescribable expression, "If the Ministry of Rites had not reviewed it, I would not have been able to read it."
The prince was extremely curious, "Father, what did the memorial sent by the Ministry of Rites say?"
The emperor handed it to the prince, "Take a look at it."
The prince took it and his eyes widened. This was the ugliest handwriting in so many years. Of course, not all officials had good handwriting, but they all came from the imperial examination, so their handwriting was still neat. If the handwriting was really bad, in order to make a good impression on the emperor, the emperor would ask his staff to write it with a large brush.
Therefore, any words on the memorials submitted are acceptable.
The prince read on patiently, all in plain language, "I think the idea is very good and far-sighted."
The emperor nodded, "Well, Zhou Shuren's second son has some strategies, and his memorial is consistent with your ideas."
The prince smiled. Zhou Changyi was defending, while he was doing both defense and skill at the same time. "Well, it's pretty good."
The emperor smiled and said, "This Zhou Changyi is quite interesting."
The prince nodded, "Yes."
The next day, Zhou Shuren attended the morning court and found that King Liang was not there. As for what happened in the palace yesterday, it had not spread throughout the capital, so Zhou Shuren stretched his neck.
When I heard a cough, I immediately lowered my head.
Xiao Qing was so worried that she turned around and saw Zhou Shuren's curious look. This guy really liked to watch the fun.
The prince presided over the morning court. After the court ended, Zhou Shuren stayed behind, along with other officials including the Minister of Rites and Wang Ju.
The prince talked about the memorial from the Ministry of Rites, "This is the memorial written by Zhou Changyi. The emperor and I have reviewed and approved the memorial. The Ministry of Rites will select officials to be sent to various countries. They will set off in half a month."
The Minister of Rites was delighted. The Ministry of Rites was not as busy as it is now. This mission brought great honor to the Ministry of Rites. Now he has another task. "I accept your order."
Wang Ju's eyes were filled with joy. He was responsible for it and it was a credit.
The emperor came out, changed into casual clothes. Zhou Shuren and others did not dare to look up. Zhou Shuren glanced at the jade pendant the emperor was wearing, but the emperor walked very fast, so he could only see the white color and could not make out the pattern clearly.
The prince gave some instructions and Zhou Shuren and others left.
Wang Ju walked with Zhou Shuren and said sourly, "It's good to have many sons."
If one fails, there will be another one. If you don’t think about him, you will only have two sons in total.
Zhou Shuren, "Having many sons also brings its own troubles. Alas, having many sons means having many grandchildren, too. The betrothal gifts for the grandchildren and the dowry for the granddaughters are really sweet troubles."
Wang Ju, "... ... I heard it as showing off."
Zhou Shuren smiled, "Is it obvious?"
The Minister of Rites was eavesdropping on the conversation, and now, “!!!”
Wang Ju smiled wryly, "Sometimes, I really want to beat you up."
Zhou Shuren shook his official sleeves and said in a very mean tone, "You dare not."
Minister of Rites, "... ..."
The tone was so mean, if he were Wang Ju, he would definitely take action!
Wang Ju snorted, "You are just relying on the friendship between our two families."
"No, you wouldn't dare to hit me even though our two families don't have any friendship. Believe it or not, if you dare to touch me, Mr. Wang will definitely give you a beating."
Wang Ju, “… … .”
He regretted talking to Zhou Shuren. This man always hurt his heart.
The Minister of Rites quickened his pace. Lord Zhou really had many faces. He could cry at the palace gate, so it was no surprise that he spoke in such a mean tone.
In Zhoujia Village, the sky has cleared up. The mountain did not collapse any further last night. Chang Zhi, along with his housekeeper and servant, has arrived at the foot of the mountain.
The previous road up the mountain collapsed, and now we have to find a new way up the mountain.
The servant in front was cutting grass with a sickle to clear the way, while Changzhi and Steward Ding slowly followed him up the mountain.
This section of road was not easy to walk on. It had just rained and the muddy road was very slippery. Chang Zhi almost slipped several times.
Steward Ding was also in a very sorry state, his clothes were covered in mud, and he had to support the Fourth Master, "We're almost there."
Chang Zhi groaned. His shoes were soaked and he felt very uncomfortable. He insisted on reaching the destination. Chang Zhi took a deep breath. The heavy rain gathered the water from the empty mountains and formed a ditch here. A lot of the newly added soil was washed away.
Changzhi walked quickly to his grandparents' graves, staring straight at the bottom of his grandfather's tombstone.
Steward Ding also saw it and was very surprised, "Fourth Master, there is something buried under the tombstone."