"This is your document. It has been specially approved by the Chief Justice. You should be able to use it when you return to Simeng."

West Asia, one of the five original cities of Liangzhou, Mocang.

Jiang Ningyun thrust a piece of paper into the hands of Han Dongwen, Unit 1, and spoke so lightly.

It was already afternoon, and the meeting with Grand Duke Tilda had just ended in the morning.

During this morning's inspection, all the West Asian guards in the five cities had been replaced by people under the Grand Duke's residence, and were no longer actual members of the Catholic Church wearing priestly robes.

He also noticed that the people watching along the road were different from the last time he was in the capital of West Asia - among the people watching this time, in addition to the residents of the five cities, there were also many people with Simeng faces, and most of them were private caravans

, after hearing the news that there would be year-end tax reductions in transactions with West Asia, his attitude towards Simeng Sansi has obviously softened a lot.

Whether you are just joining in the fun, or you really want to see the official figures of Simeng, even though the inspection procedures are cumbersome and strict, there are still many Simeng people, or residents of the five cities who were originally Simeng people, walking in the street to greet them. There are indeed some

It was beyond Han Dongwen's expectation.

The Justice Department and his party were going to return to Simeng the next day. Jiang Ningyun originally did not plan to stay longer and was just here for a formality. When Han Dongwen asked to stay for a few days, he gave him the documents so that he could be alone.

Went back to Simeng.

"Thank you, Mr. Director."

Just as Han Dongwen reached out to take it, Jiang Ningyun suddenly turned up his wrist, leaving Han Dongwen to miss.

She raised her eyes and looked at Han Dongwen: "Have you asked anything about His Highness?"

Han Dongwen rolled his eyes, lowered his head and said, "I have already reported it to you, but I haven't gotten the approval yet."

This sentence has two meanings. One is that he cannot directly contact His Highness, but the time is not as fast as Jiang Ningyun can fly around.

There's nothing wrong with putting out some smoke bombs.

Jiang Ningyun obviously analyzed the hidden meaning of his words, looked at him for a long time, and handed the piece of paper out.

"If you have nothing to do, go out. Since you asked to stay a few more days, you must have something to do, so don't delay."

The room the two of them were in now was the office of officials from the Mocang Council Faction, that is, the Grand Duke's Residence. It had been specially vacated in advance for Jiang Ningyun to rest here.

After thanking Han Dongwen, he took the paper and put it in his arms, turned around and was about to leave. As soon as he opened the door of the office, he saw two officers and soldiers of the Justice Department walking in, guarding a wooden box.

He glanced at it. It was a wooden box with a black gold seal. It was not a common style in Simeng. The gold seal on it was not the cross of the Catholic Church, but a long sword placed in front of a tower-shaped shield.

, on both sides are rising wings.

He had seen such a mark before, and it represented the Grand Duke's residence.

"Master General, according to the instructions of the Grand Duke of West Asia, the things have been brought."

The two officers and soldiers passed by Han Dongwen, and Han Dongwen continued to walk forward without changing his expression, silently remembering this in his heart.

Grand Duke Tilda gave Jiang Ningyun something?

Obviously this shouldn't be something sensitive - otherwise the officers and soldiers wouldn't be allowed to handle it like this. Then, it should be something sent to Simeng by Jiang Ningyun.

In this case, the No. 1 machine cannot be seen, but King Wen should be able to see it. If not, I'm afraid we should focus on observing the National Law Department, at least focusing on Jiang Ningyun.

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It might be one day, or two days later.

"Mom, I bought something."

Bota opened the door of his house, took off an old but thick cloth bag containing lime from his shoulder and placed it at his feet. Inside, two long loaves of bread, a few onions and potatoes, and a piece of whitish cheese were revealed.

"I'll cook now, please wait a moment."

His nose was a little red from the cold. He rubbed the snow on the soles of his feet in front of the door. He took off a dark scarf from around his neck and hung it on the coat rack by the door. He closed the door and lifted up the bag again. Suddenly he felt

The room is colder than I thought.

"Did you put out the stove again?"

Botta walked into the back room worriedly, where his mother Loris was sitting on a wooden chair by the window, wearing a stall, sewing a pair of overalls with needle and thread in her hand.

Seeing Bota walking in, Lorreth's eyes were a little flustered, and he waved his hand: "It's not that cold at home, I'm just alone, just cover myself with a blanket, there's no need to light a fire...ahem."

She obviously still couldn't hold back her cough.

"How can that be done!"

Botta walked to the nearby fireplace with some reproach, then brought up a smaller coal stove with a handle and placed it at Lorith's feet. There were also a few carbon balls in it.

He turned around and took out a box of matches from above the fireplace, struck it two or three times, finally polished one, and threw it into the small stove. He also secretly stuffed a few strips of the newspaper from the package of bread into it to light the fire.

The small stove finally emitted a warm orange light, and then spoke again: "Your illness is just a little better, but you haven't fully recovered yet. How can you catch a cold?"

Lorreth sighed helplessly and somewhat gratifiedly, and returned his eyes to the overalls in his hands. The overalls were obviously an adult style and did not fit Botta's figure.

"When I went out in the morning, I realized that firewood and coal are a little more expensive now. I'd better use less if I can. We still have to cook."

With a weak and tired smile on her face, Bota looked at her mother and bit her lower lip: "It's okay. When your illness is cured and the weather is not so cold, life will always be better.

"

Loris nodded: "I will sew these pants in a while, and you can send them to Auburn's family. Remember to ask them for sixty takalu."

"What you should do is get some rest!"

Bota sighed, but did not stop her mother. She just turned around and carried the cloth bag containing the ingredients towards the kitchen: "Today we are eating cheese, onion and mushroom soup. The church distributed cheese."

"Anything is fine. Remember to cut off the green parts on the cheese. Those are inedible."

"Don't worry, Mom."

Just as Bota was about to light the fire, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock."

Someone is coming?

Could it be that Uncle Auburn couldn't wait any longer and came to get his pants now?

He grabbed a rag and wiped his hands, then walked quickly to the door and opened it: "Uncle Auburn, you don't have your pants yet..."

He stopped mid-sentence.

The person standing at the door was not that Uncle Oban, but a Simeng man with black hair and black eyes whom he had never seen before.

Naturally, it was Han Dongwen who rushed to Talis Parish.

"Botta?" he said.

Bota nodded blankly: "It's me, sir, you...who are you looking for?"

Han Dongwen showed a smile, knocked the snow on the soles of his shoes on the threshold, and said indifferently: "Little brother, please forgive me, you should still remember the visit of the king of neighboring Simeng to West Asia a month ago?"

"We don't buy anything..."

Bota curled his lips. Sometimes Simeng people doing business in West Asia would come to sell things door-to-door. Although it didn't cause any complaints, buying things always cost money.

The person in front of me is probably here to sell Simeng souvenirs. For Bota and his family, isn't money as precious as blood?

As he said this, he was about to close the door. Han Dongwen had quick eyes and quick hands and stretched out his hand to support the door: "No, you misunderstood. If I remember correctly, you were lucky enough to give wine to a princess in Simeng?"

Botta nodded, this was not a strange thing, many people knew about it, and he kept his job in the winery because of it.

Han Dongwen smiled: "And that princess also gave you a piece of medicine to cure your mother's illness?"

After hearing this, Bota was stunned.

He had not told anyone else about this matter, not because he did not want to say it, but because the princess had asked him not to publicize the matter widely.

Who is this person in front of me? How did he know?

Han Dongwen put away his smile and said sincerely: "I am the subordinate sent by the princess. I am visiting here today. I want to observe your mother's recovery and prescribe her some medicine if necessary."

"First, sir, please come in!"

Bota was stunned for a moment and understood, and hurriedly opened the door and let the other person into the house: "Yes, I'm sorry, sir, what should I call you?"
Chapter completed!