I am engaged in construction in Datang

Wu Qi leaned over and looked out the window, and saw the swallows on the eaves flapping their wings in panic.

The breeze blew across her face, taking away the wisps of purple smoke in the room. She closed her eyes and felt it carefully, her brows relaxed.

"Little Bird, who should I blame?"

The maid hurriedly put down the teacup in her hand and took three or two steps forward. She was afraid that Qi Niang would jump down.

There were countless sisters seeking death in Pingkangfang.

In order to contrast with the literati, poets, and high-ranking officials, the ladies in Pingkangfang read countless classics. The more they understood, the more they knew about things.

When there is a huge gap between reality and thought, how many young ladies can bear it?

My heart is like the flawless moon in the mountain stream, but my body is rotten like meat paste.

"Seventh Lady..."

Little Que'er started to pout and cry: "Please don't abandon Que'er."

"Que'er is incompetent and can't survive alone. If you jump, I will..."

Wu Qi turned around and gave the other person a slap on the head: "What are you thinking about!"

"I can't bear to die."

She walked back to the bed, jumped up and quickly warmed her cold feet.

After her father died, she was labeled as a relative of a rebel. She could not keep her good status and after many twists and turns, she ended up in Pingkangfang.

The frightened spring swallow circled three or four times, and after finding that there was no danger, it tentatively stood on the window sill.

It puffed out its little chest and looked around with its head.

Yo!

It's not dangerous.

Then he jumped forward twice more.

Wu Qi invited Xiao Que'er to go to bed with her and be lazy. She picked up the book Ling Long beside her pillow, opened the first page and handed it to the person beside her: "Come and read it?"

Xiao Que'er lowered her eyes and saw that Qi Niang would secretly teach her to read, but would not let her show it.

“To all my sisters,

No matter how difficult the situation is, please be as strong as grass and take the chance to survive.

You are not alone in your path. We are all working together to help you achieve Nirvana.

--exquisite."

……

The Mansion of the Duke of Ju.

While listening to the music comfortably, Tang Jian suddenly sneezed a few times.

"Hey, which thief is talking about me?" He took out a handkerchief from his lapel, wiped his nose, and threw it aside.

"I feel like the food in your house has gotten worse recently. Is this an illusion?"

He pinched a raisin and stuffed it into his mouth. He then wanted to grab a handful of dates, but found that the pocket hanging on the back of the chair was empty.

Startled, he turned around, took the bag off and opened it: "It turns out it wasn't an illusion."

He was at a loss for a moment: "There is no money in the mansion!"

Looking around, there is not even a servant. That means they have no money!

"Wan'er, stop singing."

Tang Jian called the lady who was performing on the stage and continued to instruct her, "Bring me the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone. I want to write a letter."

The young lady stopped, bowed, and left.

Soon, Tang Jian picked up his brush and ground ink, and drew a snake-dragon pattern on the rice paper. The general idea was:

Jiahui, please buy the sheep I raise in Yanzhou!

After writing a lengthy article, Tang Jian sealed the envelope tightly with paste.

"Wan'er, go call the messenger here, hurry up, this matter cannot be delayed."

If his wife finds out, she will blame him again.

Wan'er responded and turned around to find the eldest lady.

"You said he was going to send a letter?" Lady Yuan of Ju blew away the tea foam in her cup and took a sip. "Do you know where he was going to send it?"

"Alang never said that."

"Well... then you should go and call someone quickly, before he notices anything." Yuan put down the teacup and thought for a moment.

"Green Oriole, you go and wait at the door for a while. When the messenger leaves, stop him and see where the letter is going."

If it is written to the elders or younger generations in the clan, it is fine, but if it is a letter that is irrelevant, it must be intercepted in time.

Thinking of this, she stroked her chest with her hand.

Who would understand? Not only does she have to take care of a large family all day long, but she also has to pretend to be her husband and deliver messages to the Ministry of Revenue.

Even the cattle in the fields are not as capable as her.

"I have to find some time to go talk to Lady Youfu some more."

The Ministry of Revenue didn't have so much work before, but since the so-called economics became popular, the work of the Ministry of Revenue has become increasingly difficult.

Several times she didn't know what to do, so she had to pretend to be calm and send the people from the Ministry of Revenue away first.

What if I don’t know how?

Just learn!

Now that the curfew has been relaxed, she went to the library late one night in disguise...

"Madam Ju?" Wang Youfu patted her shoulder and said, "Why are you here so late at night?"

"!"

Yuan's veiled face twisted slightly, and she lowered her voice: "You got the wrong person."

"How can it be possible!"

Wang Youfu looked disapproving: "I knew it was you the moment I saw you."

Yuan's lips trembled slightly, and then she gradually straightened her back.

She laughed awkwardly and said, "Oh, I didn't hear clearly what you said just now."

"Oh, I asked you why you are here so late at night!" Wang Youfu smiled and looked at Yuanshi.

When the other party came in timidly before, she had the idea of ​​starting a conversation with him.

"Well, I'll buy some books for the kids."

Wang Youfu glanced at the bookshelves around him: "Economics?"

"..."

Yuanshi was about to cry: "We went to the wrong place."

"If you want to solve the problems of the Ministry of Revenue, these books in my hand are good." Wang Youfu put the books in his hand on the bookshelf beside him.

"What a pity, these are not what Madam Ju wants to buy."

Yuanshi secretly memorized those books, and after Wang Youfu left, she immediately took them away stealthily.

She glanced at Wang Youfu, who was concentrating on drawing something.

Walking to the front desk, she casually asked, "It's so late, why is Madam Youfu still in the hotel?"

"It's not too late. It's only ten o'clock."

The lady on duty put down the book in her hand and looked at the clock: "Fang Manting has started construction, and the work has increased suddenly. We have to go to the construction site to work during the day, so Madam Youfu has to come over at night."

"Building a community is not easy. In order to avoid mistakes, you have to learn more. There are many books in the library, which makes it more convenient to consult."

The young lady calculated the price of the books and said, "Do you want these?"

Yuanshi was confused and her mind went blank for a moment.

Why do I always feel that she and Madam Youfu are from two different worlds?

"Is this all you want, sir?"

"Yeah, that's right!"

Yuan came back to his senses and said: "I'll take these first. I'll come back when they're not enough."

As time went by, the two of them had more interactions.

Thinking of this, Yuan sighed.

You have to compare the goods before you buy them. Look at Minister Sun. Why did her Mao Yue suddenly become depressed?

No, she couldn't compare Mao Yue like that.

Back then, Mao Yue fled thousands of miles from the dangerous Turkic territory back to Tang. Who could compare with Mao Yue's fame at that time?

Even the Duke of Wei had to give in a little out of guilt.

The blessed lady said that we should encourage, control, and remain calm...

"lady!"

Just as he was thinking about it, Luying came hurriedly from outside the door: "Alang, please personally send the official out. Your servant, your servant..."

"I can only say that I'm going to Liuweizhai to buy some snacks."

Or keep calm... just be polite!

"Tang! Mao! Yue!"