I am engaged in construction in Datang

The peach and plum trees are in a mess, and the green city is just waking up, but no one is urging it. The water flows around the alley, and the fog gradually rises. The newspapers have already entered the Golden Gate.

Chang'an City was bustling for three days, and the people were also tired for three days.

There is nothing to do today, so let's all sleep in.

Due to the influence of Nuzhuang, the city gate now opens at five in the morning and closes at midnight.

The sky was slightly bright.

At the city gate.

Twelve-year-old Shuanzi, wearing a mandarin jacket and carrying a military green cross-body bag, was waiting for the city gate to open with a few friends.

The people living in the city are all wealthy families, and many of them have long-term subscriptions to weekly newspapers. Each of them is responsible for an area, and they have to stuff the newspapers into the mailboxes at the door of each household before the rich people are asleep.

It was five-fifteen and the city gates were still closed.

Everyone was tired, including the guards guarding the city.

Several newsboys were a little anxious, fearing that the noble man would wake up and want to read the newspaper before they had delivered it.

"Brother Guard, open the door!"

"Brother, it's already 1:00 a.m.!"

Several children raised their voices loudly, and the confused guards on the city wall finally woke up.

"Alright!" the guard shouted, "Got it!"

These little guys are full of energy every day.

There were so many people at Liuweizhai yesterday. Everyone was shopping, participating in the lottery, and having fun until midnight. The main door was still open for two hours!

The guard walked down the wall and opened the gate.

As soon as a small hole was opened, a few of the Shuans rushed into the city like loaches and then ran away.

After delivering newspapers to the households that subscribed to the weekly newspaper, the children took the remaining newspapers and started selling them.

"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, is the three-day Liuweizhai event profitable or loss-making?"

"Selling newspapers! Exclusive interview with Zhang Xiaohu, the biggest winner of the lottery!"

"Selling newspapers! What did I do after winning the silver-covered bicycle? How lucky is Zhang Xiaohu!"

"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers! Post-battle analysis of Tuyuhun."

"Selling newspapers..."

The content of today's hawking makes everyone hate it.

It is said that Zhang Xiaohu, the extremely lucky man, not only won a silver-covered car, but also won the Liuweizhai collector's edition 108-style Luban lock set.

There are many young masters from noble families in the city who cannot collect all 108 collector's edition Lu Ban Locks, but this guy just got a set!

These two things made this man the richest man in the village.

So everyone paid for newspapers, just to see how arrogant Zhang Xiaohu could be!

……

At the foot of Mount Li, Nvzhuang.

"Has the Ministry of Revenue sent anyone?" Li Yin was flipping through the barefoot doctor's manual at hand.

She has previously reorganized the contents of the manual based on the current environmental topography of various places, and it has now been printed and bound.

But no one came to pick it up from the Ministry of Revenue.

"No, I sent someone to urge him yesterday."

Feng Sanxi was helpless: "There is no one in charge of the Ministry of Revenue now."

In fact, there was a Shangshu, but the person in charge only knew how to enjoy himself and not how to work.

Li Shimin had no choice but to appoint Dai Zhou as the acting Minister of Revenue.

Unexpectedly, two years ago, Dai Zhou passed away. Since then, the only person in the Ministry of Revenue who could enter the court and do work was Sun Fujia, who had little influence.

But what Sun Fujia said is of no use!

"This Tang Jian..." Li Yin was powerless to complain.

"Everyone is working hard, but he holds such an important position, and he wants to just sit back and enjoy his life based on his achievements?"

Li Yin doesn't hate people who love pleasure, she just simply can't stand those who are capable but don't work!

Feng Sanxi: “…”

A three-second silence for the official named Tang Jian.

"Tang Jian, this matter needs to be considered carefully."

Li Yin didn’t know Tang Jian’s psychological journey. Perhaps after escaping from the Turks, he suddenly became more open-minded about life?

But this is not a reason for him to occupy the position of Minister of Revenue, collecting salary but not doing any work!

Tang Jian is a talented person, and he is only in his fifties.

Li Yin couldn't bear to let him go...ah, no, she couldn't bear to see him wasting his time like this.

"Uncle Sanxi, take all these books to the Ministry of Revenue first and ask them to give the money."

The barefoot doctor manual is a small matter, let's solve it first. It doesn't need Tang Jian to preside over it personally.

The Mansion of the Duke of Ju.

back yard.

Tang Jian was lying on a chair, holding a grape and drinking wine, listening comfortably to his concubines singing.

These are all the great voices he collected!

He also wrote his own scripts and asked his concubines to sing and perform them.

"No, no, Wan'er sang it wrong!" Tang Jian moved his ears, opened his eyes, and stood up.

He walked forward, pushed Wan'er down, and then posed.

The first thing he did was sing in an operatic voice: "The thin clouds are playing tricks, the flying stars are conveying hatred, the Milky Way is crossing the distance in the dark——!"

After he finished singing the sad song, he looked at the concubine who was acting opposite him and said with great emotion: "Cowherd!"

"..." The concubine barely managed to stop laughing, and after thinking for a while, she said, "Weaving Girl!"

"Cowherd!" Tang Jian continued.

"Weaver Girl!"

The two held hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes.

The concubines around raised their arms and used their sleeves to wipe their tears while hiding the smiles on the corners of their lips.

Suddenly, the servant who was watching at the entrance of the garden came running over.

"Sir, it's not good, it's not good!"

"The lady is here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dignified woman came hurriedly over with seven or eight attendants.

"Tang Maoyue!"

"Madam!" Tang Jian's legs were a little weak, but he still propped himself up and forced a smile towards Yuan.

"Madam, would you like to come and listen to the new opera written for your husband?"

Yuan took a deep breath.

Not angry or angry.

"Tang Maoyue, the people in Nuzhuang have sent the barefoot doctor manual to the Ministry of Revenue. What are you doing now?"

Yuan was very disappointed with her.

How did her family become like this? Mao Yue used to be very powerful and never indulged in pleasure.

"Ah... Madam, I am just tired."

Tang Jian shrugged his shoulders and frowned: "I have to get up early to attend court and manage the Ministry of Revenue. I always feel tired."

"..." Yuan was speechless. Why are you so tired?

It's only five days now, and you rarely go to the Ministry of Revenue. What will you do if His Majesty blames you?

How do we, as a family, survive?

"What about those barefoot doctor manuals from the Ministry of Household Affairs?"

"How about... Madam, you go and tell them?"

Tang Jian was cautious, as this had always happened before.

"Green Warbler, you guys stay here and keep an eye on him. Don't let him run out to listen to the music!"

Yuan was helpless and could not ask the visitor to wait any longer, so she could only hurried back to the front hall.

Tell the runners from the Ministry of Revenue to settle the account with the woman's farm first, and then start disseminating the barefoot doctor manual in the corresponding prefectures according to the orders from above.

The yamen runners who came were already used to it. They accepted the order expressionlessly and then turned around and left amid the farewell music of opera.

"What should I do?" Yuanshi looked worried.

The mansion will eventually be unable to sustain such consumption one day. Those concubines brought into the mansion are not concubines at all. They are just opera singers bought at great prices.

"Ah... Mao Yue only knows how to eat, drink and have fun all day long."

"If you ask him to save money, he won't do it. If you ask him to make money, he will only come up with bad ideas, saying that he wants Master Zhang to buy the sheep he raises in Yanzhou..."

"He's just messing around! Isn't he afraid of your majesty punishing him?"

"What should I do..."

Yuan covered her chest and sighed.