"January 5th, sunny."
"The sky is gray. Although the sun can be seen through the clouds, the pale sunlight is annoying. There are not many comfortable things in the human territory. Even the sun is against me. The air is humid and cold , I don’t know if the washed clothes can be dried.”
"At first I thought Yunyang was bad enough, but when I came to Zhaochen, I realized that there is no worst, only worse. The five hundred and forty-fifth day of missing my hometown (crossed out). Every time I think of my hometown, I feel so angry There is still no way to eliminate it. I heard that the elves drove the dragons out, I wonder if my father is aware of the role of the night elves, and will take the opportunity to improve their treatment."
"... With the character of pure blood elves, probably not."
After the last word fell, Doris closed her diary. She put the pink notebook full of girlish hearts into the drawer, then locked the small lock on the drawer, and put the key in her breast pocket.
Not long ago, she heard from He Yue that Zhaochen lacked a finance minister. After thinking about it, Dai Lisi felt that she had learned so many things in Yunyang, but she had never practiced them. If this continues, her dream of reforming the elves will always be a castle in the air. So Dai Lisi took the initiative to sign up, and rather arrogantly said that Ben Gong was willing to go to Zhaochen for a try.
As a result, He Yue smiled and said that the place was too bitter and not suitable for you to go, so she persuaded her to come down. Doris was a little complacent at the beginning, thinking that Lide and the others were really reluctant to leave by herself, but after going back, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong, and she realized that this was outrageous—she probably, possibly, perhaps, was probably rejected.
How thin-skinned Doris is, swollen like a swollen puffer fish at home.
At this time, she thought, what would Lide do if he was here? A scene couldn't help appearing in Doris's mind: Lide hugged Heyue's thigh, crying with snot and tears, saying that he had a disease that would kill him if he didn't go to Zhaochen. Thinking of this, Doris burst out laughing suddenly, most of her anger subsided, and she decided to visit Heyue again.
In the end, He Yue made three chapters with her:
The first is that this trip cannot bring any servants, including Brother Cheng who is teaching in school;
The second is that she cannot reveal her identity, and cannot use the special status of an elf princess to force others to do things;
The third is that important decisions need to be discussed with Film in advance, and at the same time be responsible for every decision you make.
Doris agreed to these rules and came to Zhaochen alone. This is an out-and-out challenge for her, and Doris complains endlessly just doing laundry by hand in the winter. Doris looked at her hands that were red from the cold several times, and felt wronged in her heart. Her skin was so tender that her fingers did not touch the spring water, and her skin was so tender that it would turn into a red mark when she gently pinched it. Scrubbing clothes in cold water made her palms hurt again. Itchy again. But seeing that everyone around her was doing things and living as usual, Doris had to grit her teeth and persevere.
Zhaochen's accounts are also a mess.
It took Doris a long time just to figure out how much property was in the treasury. She originally thought that she had learned new mathematical formulas from Lide and the others in Yunyang, and that this kind of accounting work should be a matter of sprinkling water, but she realized the difficulties in the actual operation. The previous accounts were messed up, the losses during the war were countless, the remaining materials were mixed, and the people under him also had their own ideas.
Can't use the identity of the princess of the elves, Doris hits a wall everywhere here.
At this time, Doris would take out her diary, write down her grievances in the diary, and then secretly scold Lid at the end. She didn't know why she scolded Lide. In fact, she voluntarily endured the suffering now, but a few words of scolding Lide would refresh her and fill her heart with a little joy.
It wasn't until Doris realized that she just wanted to find someone to complain about, and that person didn't happen to be with her.
"To maintain basic people's livelihood, we need to allocate funds every year..."
"Construction of water conservancy and reconstruction of dams require some labor..."
"Currency system reform, investment attraction... how can we get more money from the nobles, or just find a reason to confiscate all their homes..."
Doris bit her pen, raised her head and fell into deep thought.
Xiang Zhehua, who was passing by, took a look at her, picked up his coat and went out again.
Although the two are roommates, they haven't spoken much.
Compared with Doris, who was still struggling to explore, Xiang Zhehua, who was then Minister of Foreign Affairs, was very familiar with her work. As the eldest lady who was born in the top aristocratic family in Southern Chu, she has a considerable understanding of etiquette, rules, and speech skills. Zhaochen's current diplomacy can be said to be in a mess, but Xiang Zhehua can still find the key points and clean up the mess in an orderly manner.
Xiang Zhehua takes the initiative to repair the relationship with Yunyang in the territory that has a good relationship with Yunyang; Zhaochen does not receive the other party's envoys in the territory that has a bad relationship with Yunyang; in the territory that has nothing to do with Yunyang, Xiang Zhehua will evaluate the other party's influence on Zhaochen , to choose whether to establish diplomatic relations with the other party. Adhering to this logic of action, the diplomatic relations established by the previous Lord Zhaochen disappeared, and Zhaochen's external image also took on a new look.
Naturally, there were many unsatisfactory things during this period. The executives sent by Yunyang to Zhaochen were assassinated by unknown sources several times. Thanks to Zhaochen's new martial arts instructor, he managed to hold back the assassins from all directions with his own strength, turning the extremely dangerous situation back again and again.
Bai Ye lived in the lord's mansion with Lily of the Valley, and the deterrence brought by the tenth realm was still terrifying. He was even able to accurately leave many lives alive and hand them over to the Anbu organization for interrogation. Shuang would always mercilessly squeeze out all the information of the assassins, even the fat times their lords usually wore what color they had to interrogate.
Just like Lide once said to Heyue, Yunyang's advantage lies not only in its advanced technology, but also in its advanced system. Everyone only needs to perform their duties, and they can generate continuously superimposed and accumulated positive benefits, just like a rolling train, once it starts, it is difficult to stop.
The dilapidated Zhaochen, after taking over from Yunyang, is slowly becoming more presentable.
Although the overall look still looks like a precarious old ship, at least every field is undergoing rapid changes.
It wasn't until this time that some surrounding territories finally started to face Yunyang squarely.
Most people used to think that Zhaochen after the war would become a burden that dragged Yunyang down, because taking over Zhaochen meant millions of mouths to eat, and no matter how wealthy the territory was, it would not be able to withstand such expenses. But the development of the matter completely exceeded their expectations. For a while, every territory was re-evaluating Yunyang's strength, but soon they found that this territory that was once ranked in the middle and bottom has now become extremely unfamiliar, and it is impossible to analyze it. .
Of course, the uneasiness that Yunyang brought to them did not last long, and soon a truly shocking event happened in Yongtian Kingdom, which instantly attracted everyone's attention.
—Lingwu cavalry went south in the snowstorm.