Xuemei stood up and said, "Great, great! They actually abandoned my daughter and ran away. It's not just one family that did this. Several families just ran away. They still want to hide in the capital. No way."
Xuemei was so angry that she wanted to settle the score with her husband.
Old Mrs. Jiang watched her daughter-in-law walk away angrily. She was illiterate, but she knew what happened after hearing a few words. She slapped her thigh hard and said, "What a sin."
She asked her sons to write letters back, but the eldest sons actually abandoned Jiang Miao and ran away. How could they be so stupid? If she really called Miao Miao, she would definitely return to Beijing. The family was divided, and the youngest son was completely heartbroken.
Jiang Sheng was pinched by his wife and gasped, "Okay, okay, it's my fault. I shouldn't have left the painting. I shouldn't have let them think I'm easy to talk to. It's all my fault."
He was also very angry that he had lost his daughter. He already had a gap with his eldest brother's several branches, and when he recalled the hardships he had suffered in the past, his heart towards his eldest brother's several branches became completely cold.
Xuemei, "No one from Zhoujia Village has fled to Beijing. There are no New Year gifts this year, so what is there to send?"
"Everyone in the family listens to you."
Only then did Xuemei calm down a little.
Zhou's family, Zhulan and Zhao were chatting, and Zhao said, "No one from the Dong family went to Beijing either."
She thought she would meet the Dong family.
Zhu Lan was not surprised, "Mr. Dong is still alive, the Zhou family has not moved, and the Dong family will not leave first."
In recent years, the relationship with the Dong family has not been close. After the Dong family split up, the eldest branch was very good at dealing with people. Now that Chang Lian and Dong are not in the capital, they dare not visit them rashly.
Zhao said, "Yu Shuang wrote back and asked me to help find a medicine dealer."
"The medicinal herbs grown by Liu Feng can be sold now?"
"Not yet. They want to find a good drug dealer in advance to avoid any delays."
Zhulan, "Drug dealer, are you preparing a variety of medicinal materials for the future?"
"It should be. It looks like growing medicinal herbs will be profitable this year."
Zhulan asked, "Do you know any drug dealers?"
Zhao nodded, "Someone I know."
Zhulan nodded. The amount planted now is small, but if the amount is large in the future, she can go to the royal merchant. It is too early to think about it now. At present, Liufeng is just an experiment and has not even reached a scale.
Zhao was very happy that her son-in-law had found a way out for the people. Her husband said that as long as it developed and did not affect the local arable land, her son-in-law's contribution would be great.
In the Ministry of Rites, Lord Liu drank tea happily, "The tea here is still delicious."
"I haven't seen you bring tea leaves since the child got engaged. Not only did you not bring tea leaves, but you also took advantage of my two meals. Don't you think you went too far?"
Lord Liu poured himself another glass and said, "We are relatives."
Chang Yi chuckled twice. He had tried to please him a lot in the early days, and now he was trying his best to get it back. "Do you know what I envy my father the most?"
Lord Liu was still quite curious, "What are you envious of?"
Chang Yi, "I envy my father's vision in choosing a son-in-law. My eldest brother-in-law's paintings are now worth a lot of money. My father doesn't need to ask, and my eldest brother-in-law will give him a painting from time to time."
After a pause, he continued, "Not to mention my little brother-in-law. Antiques, calligraphy and paintings are not presented to him every year or festival. Half of the rewards given to my brother-in-law by the palace must be presented to my father. Do you think I should be envious?"
Lord Liu, "I am very optimistic about your eldest son-in-law. Don't worry, your eldest son-in-law will respect you."
Chang Yi smiled wryly, "I hope my son-in-law will respect me more. Do you think this wish can come true?"
Lord Liu felt that the tea was no longer fragrant. His youngest son wanted to honor his father-in-law, so where did the good things come from? It could only be from the Liu family’s warehouse.
Chang Yi continued, "Why don't you drink anymore? Keep drinking. It's okay. I'll have a son-in-law to honor me in the future."
Lord Liu, "Today's tea is a bit bitter."
Chang Yi took it and took a sip, "No, it's very sweet."
Lord Liu couldn't drink his tea anymore. "I have something else to do first."
Why did he feel so uneasy? Why was he forced by his wife to honor his mother-in-law? How could his younger son also honor his father-in-law? Thinking about how his younger son was trying to please his future brother-in-law, he felt so heartbroken.
Changyi was not joking, he remembered to wait for the future.
Time passed quickly. The grassland tribes were confused. The northwest assembled troops too quickly. They thought they could kill the enemy by surprise, but in the end they were killed and fled.
There is a large army chasing behind and an ambush in front.
The border defense cities in the northwest were not breached. Instead, people in the alliance betrayed them one after another, poisoning, burning food supplies, and ambushes occurred one after another.
Good news from the northwest continued to reach the capital, but the emperor showed no joy because everything was as expected.
Instead, the Emperor looked at the map of the coastline and asked, "General Hou said that the ships of several nearby countries have left?"
Li Zhao replied, "Yes, the ships that have frequently invaded our waters recently have left."
Your Majesty, "This is to get a piece of the pie."
Zhou Shuren breathed a sigh of relief. The imperial court really couldn't bear to fight on three fronts. The war was not over yet, and the money spent every day was huge. This did not include the post-war pensions. All the money he had worked so hard to save for so many years was gone.
Moreover, most of the navy is guarding the shipping routes in the south, and Pinggang’s navy really cannot withstand the joint efforts of several countries.
The emperor did not relax. "Pass the order down, patrols in the sea area must not be relaxed."
The emperor is now unable to continue the naval war, otherwise, however, the emperor is not in a hurry, he will proceed step by step, and he will remember the current test.
In the mountain village, Rongchuan has completely relaxed. Two days ago, his father's personal soldiers contacted the leader of the death squad. There are 2,500 personal soldiers, which is half of his father's 5,000 personal soldiers.
When my father abdicated, most of his personal soldiers were handed over to my brother, leaving only 5,000 men, and my father sent out half of them. It can be seen how anxious my father was.
The leader of the death squad also relaxed. The emperor's personal soldiers had arrived, so he didn't have to think of ways to continue to transfer manpower.
Xue Han looked at the stationed soldiers and felt relieved. The fetal position became more stable. "When are we leaving?"
"We will set off tomorrow. We are now under the protection of our father's personal guards. As long as we are careful of assassinations, we will be able to reach the capital safely."
According to the news brought by his personal soldiers, the grassland tribes were defeated one after another. The northeastern tribes had already driven the invading tribes out of the country and were pursuing them. There should be no assassins continuing to target him, but he had to be very careful, as the final counterattack would be even more crazy. It is better to be safe than sorry.
Qizhou City, the flood in Qizhou has receded, and refugees have left the city one after another. Shizhou was the first to return to normal, followed by Qizhou.
Chang Lian watched the people clear the mud from the fields, "This year's grain."
The flood has passed, but the impact of the disaster has not ended. The granaries in Qizhou were burned, and the food for disaster relief had to be borrowed. Now there is a severe food shortage.
The prefect put on his cloak and said, "The court doesn't have any extra food for us now."
Chang Lian sighed, "Yes, the war is not over yet, and food is tight."
The prefect frowned. He thought about asking Chang Lian to write a letter to the Minister of Revenue, but the idea was wasted.