Her excitement was reflected in Ji Zimo's eyes, and his eyes were filled with indescribable doting.

He leaned over slightly, grabbed the armrests of the chair with both hands, and held her between the chair and his arms. He smiled faintly and said, "It doesn't matter how much money you have. Can I give it to you?"

This sentence is really full of ambiguity and a hint of evil.

Xia Qianqian's face suddenly turned red.

She put her hands in front of him, and when she saw the gossip eyes around her, her face became even hotter, "Whoever wants you, I want money."

She was a little annoyed.

Ji Zimo suppressed a smile and did not want to embarrass her again.

He straightened up, lowered his voice, and whispered: "There may be information about your father in these letters. Do you want your father, or do you want money."

Of course she wants the money.

But compared to Yinzi, Xiachi is indeed more important.

"Okay, let me look at it for you."

She straightened up, looked at the pile of things inside and outside the house, and said bluntly: "If you want me to see it, you have to follow my rules."

"What rules?" Hebei was curious.

"First sort out these letters and documents according to my standards."

"Tell me about it." Ji Zimo was a little curious.

Xia Qianqian walked to the desk in front of Hebei, took out a few notebooks at random, glanced at them a few times, and whispered: "Look, everyone, although most people don't know Nanman script, the way to write dates, whether in letters or in Chinese, is

The writing of the Qian Kingdom is still the Nanman script, and its expressions are the same."

"That's true." Hebei also discovered this."

"Please find someone to find books and letters of the same year and put them together." Xia Qianqian calmly analyzed: "Put all the letters and books in the past six months together, and start by attacking them.

Look for clues."

"Leave those letters that are older and review them later to increase the speed of work."

"Okay, do what you say."

A large group of people started to move again.

Previously, the criteria for their priorities were determined by outside clerks who knew a little bit about Nanman language.

After he read it, some important letters were moved into the house.

The clerk shouldered a heavy responsibility and was afraid that he would accidentally miss important information, so he did not dare to neglect most of the letters and sent them all to the study.

Doing this caused a mountain of letters in the study, which increased the workload of Ji Zimo and others.

At this moment, Xia Qianqian proposed to arrange them by year.

This method is simple. You only need to find the date from the last or first page of the book, and the screening speed will be greatly accelerated.

After a while, a bunch of books from the past two or three months were the first to reach Xia Qianqian's hands.

She sat at the desk and opened it, page by page.

In the beginning, she was a ruthless grading machine. As long as she understood the meaning and felt it had no value, she would put it aside.

But looking at it, Xia Qianqian's heart was deeply shocked.

A large part of these books are personal thoughts written by Xia Chi.

He is very good at observing celestial phenomena. One of the books records all the daily horoscope changes, wind direction, rain, sunshine, etc.

His records are very detailed, and they are completely like ancient weather forecast records.

Another book records 206 kinds of Chinese herbal medicines and poisons in Fanshan. It records in detail the growth environment of the soul-inducing flower, from sowing in the soil to preservation after maturity, poison making and other processes, all of which are explained clearly.

The third book tells the daily life of Fan Shan.

The people of Fanshan actually live an ordinary life like the ordinary people here in Jiangcheng.

When they get up in the morning, the middle-aged men either go to work in the fields or go to the beach to fish and catch shrimps, while the women take care of the elderly and children at home, are responsible for spinning and weaving, and repairing fishing nets. They live a life where men are the masters of the house and women are the masters of the house.

The only difference is that when the children here reach the age of thirteen, they must join the Feng family army and become young soldiers, starting a life of practicing martial arts and swordsmanship.

For all the men in Fanshan, except for the old man lying on the couch, exercise is a necessary subject for everyone every day.

If everyone practices, everyone can be a soldier.

There is a reason why Feng Wei of Fanshan occupied the top of the mountain and still stood firm after eighteen years of suppression by the imperial court.

In the book, Xia Chi also mentioned Feng Wei.

It can be seen from the text that he has a good relationship with Feng Wei.

They talked about astronomy and geography together, as well as politics and the future.

In the book, he identified Feng Wei as a rare talent.

From these daily diaries, it can be seen that Xia Chi's three years there were free and unrestrained.

Li Yunniang is right.

With Xia Chi's literary and military talents, his intelligence, and his literary talent, if he is willing to take the exams to obtain fame, he will surely be named on the gold medal list.

But for a person with such a temperament, how could the intrigues in the temple, power and wealth come into his eyes?

Xia Qianqian flipped through page after page, reading almost ten lines at a time, astonishing everyone on the sidelines.

Mr. Liu couldn't help but remind him: "Girl, are you looking carefully?"

Hebei also muttered: "These words may contain Feng Wei's huge secret, which may even involve the Southern Barbarians. You must have seen clearly."

Xia Qianqian read aloud while turning the pages of the book: "It was cold in the mountains last night, and the wild boars from the back mountains came down the mountain in droves, rushed into the corn fields at the foot of the mountain, ate a lot, and even ran into the homes of the villagers."

"A big black pig broke through the door of Er Gouzi's house."

"The Ergouzi who was sleeping on the bed escaped from the house wearing big underpants, ran around in the cornfield, and fled to Uncle Zhao's house next door."

"Uncle Zhao had bad eyesight and mistook him for a wild boar. He hit him on the back with a shovel and almost made him lose his sense of being a man."

She translated word for word. At first everyone laughed, but when they heard the best sentence, they all pursed their lips.

Ji Zimo on the side couldn't listen anymore, frowned, and reminded: "Translate the useful things."

"Oh." She obeyed and continued to watch silently.

The rest of the people felt itchy.

This Xia Chi, it would be a pity not to write a storybook.

These rural things are a little more fun and happy in his descriptions.

After Xia Qianqian finished reading this paragraph, she was silent for a while and then said, "What do you think this story reveals?"

"There are wild boars in Fanshan?"

"Is it cold at night in Fanshan?"

"Er Gouzi is stupid?"

This is just a story about wild boars coming down the mountain and harassing people.

What could be the problem?

On the side, Ji Zimo, who had been silent all this time, said: "Ordinary old people in Fanshan encountered a wild boar attack and used their own power to resist with a shovel. They are definitely not ordinary people."

Ji Zimo's eyes suddenly darkened, "If he stays in Fanshan now, it will be a trick left by Feng Wei's arrangement."
Chapter completed!