Just waiting for the reply, Xining, who was originally lazy, suddenly got up and followed the "ritual" to put on the crown and hair, then put on the clothes, brushed her sleeves with her hands, tied her waist, and wiping her skirt.

Finally, he shook his sleeves on both sides and knelt down with his hands: "My daughter is sure to receive the holy letter!" He lowered his head and raised his hands.

Now, the butler Lin was silly, staring at the county lord who began to sort out his clothes and clothes until the county lord knelt down, and he was still standing there.

The maid next to him was also the housekeeper Xiao. When Xiao Zhan saw this, he immediately knelt down.

After waiting for a long time, why didn't you see any movement? Jing'er lowered her voice helplessly: "Hey, hey..."

Butler Lin came to his senses and put the bamboo slips in his hand in the county lord's hand.

After receiving it, Xining stood up and walked to the side and sat down.

The bamboo slips were tied with ropes and waxed on them. She untied the ropes and opened the bamboo slips and looked at them.

Of course, this letter was not written by the King of Han, but should be written by his subordinates. He was very literary and generous, and many of them were quoted from classics and rare characters.

She couldn't understand several words, and she could only point her fingers: "What's this?"

After watching from the side, Jing'er thought for a while: "I don't know either."

Xining then spread out the book and said, "Look at what words do you think?"

Two housekeepers and one manager walked over.

Xiao Zhan looked at it and read: "Remember to waste it, otherwise you will be afraid of being arrogant and extravagant."

Butler Xiao glared at his nephew, saying, "What can he do?" The servants around him didn't say anything, and he wanted you to show your education."

"Arrogance, luxury..." Xining recalled.

Xiao Zhan had not seen Butler Xiao winked at him and explained: "From the pre-Qin period, "Shu Xiang Congratulates the Poverty". When Shu Xiang saw Han Xuanzi, Xuanzi was worried about poverty, and Shu Xiang congratulated him. Xuanzi said: "I have the name of you but it is not true, so I can't follow the two or three sons. I am worried about it. Why do you congratulate me?"

Uncle Xiang went to pay homage to Han Xuanzi. Han Xuanzi was worried about poverty, but Uncle Xiang congratulated him.

Xuanzi said: "I have the name of a noble and a noble but I don't have the wealth of a noble and no honor to interact with other nobles. I am worried about this, but you congratulate me. What is the reason?"

Butler Xiao kept glaring at him, and he was so irritated that he secretly pulled Xiao Zhan's hem. Only then did Xiao Zhan see that Butler Xiao's face turned pale and almost didn't eat him.

Xining smiled and found a comfortable place to sit down: "Continue, keep talking. It's okay if you say it wrong!"

He said halfway, and it would not be possible not to continue talking. Xiao Zhan had no choice but to bite the bullet and finish the story.

Ziheng was extravagant, greedy, violated the law and made money, and was willing to suffer disasters, but he relied on his father Luan Wuzi's Yu De to have a good end.

When it was passed down to Huaizi, Huaizi changed the behavior of his father Huanzi and learned from his grandfather Wuzi's virtues. He could have avoided disasters by this. However, due to the sins of his father Huanzi, he fled to Chu.

Xining finally understood and thoughtfully said: "Your Majesty told me not to act like Ziheng and do whatever he wants. Even if I can live a good life with my father's virtue, my descendants may run away because of my sins."

She looked up at her left and right: “Let’s it?”

Butler Xiao was about to shed sweat, so he quickly knelt down and bowed: "Zhu Zi is ignorant, please punish the county chief."

Xining turned her head and looked innocent and ignorant: "This is what the emperor said, what is Xiao Zhan wrong?"

If Xiao Zhan is wrong, then it means that the King of Han is wrong. This big pot made Butler Xiao lie on the ground immediately. He crawled on the ground and couldn't afford to bow: "The county lord is right, and the emperor is very serious."

What's right? Anyway, I'll throw away the big pot first. If the county lord gives the small shoes in the future, he can only wear them.

Xining smiled, stood up, walked to the table with bamboo slips and looked carefully: "There is nothing I don't understand, just say it. This is the letter written by the Lord to me, and you must understand every sentence and every word. Since you are already in my house, you are your own people, and you will share the honor and disgrace. I will give you a few words, where will you attach if you don't have any hair?"

Damn, even if I die this time, I will take you all together to bury me so that I will not just hang myself on the beam of the living room.

When he heard this, even Butler Xiao stood up from the ground and walked to the desk to take a closer look.

This letter was indirect, admonished, and responded that it was within the scope of trade. It also wrote that the things sent were very good. Although it was poor, I was still very pleased to think of him. Finally, the King of Han signed the letter and read it.

Xining asked about Gua.

After arriving in the capital, three cars were rotten. I chose two cars and sent them to the palace with the letter.

The rest starts selling the rotten melons on the street. Remove the rotten melons and cut them into thin slices for you to try.

On the one hand, it is a tribute sent to the palace from the frontier, and on the other hand, the melon is extremely sweet after trying it, and buyers are endless for a while.

Xiao Zhan said happily: "The original price of a melon is one tael of silver. According to the county lord, the price will not be increased. It was sold out in two days. Many people asked if there is any future. The income is 2,356 taels, 500 taels to buy corn and transport it back. The rest have been sold in cash and shipped back in boxes."

In this era, there has not been any silver bills, all of them are cash and cash.

After thinking about it, Xining said, "It's done well at this time. You guys can repair it for two days, and then go to the city to help me choose the city's place, buy cheap warehouses, and places where you can stock up on grain."

Xiao Zhan asked: "How many things should be stored?"

Xining estimated: "It's enough to save 500 stones of millet."

Five hundred stones? It is equivalent to more than 50,000 kilograms, and it can be eaten by more than 100 people for a year.

Butler Xiao bowed: "We can build a granary. Even if we can store the largest granary of thousands of stones, it will only take half a month to build it, and there is no need to buy too much land and warehouses."

Xining nodded immediately: "Then go and get it quickly, you need a millet warehouse and a wheat warehouse."

Instead, I looked at the letter on the desktop: "You go and rest first, let me think about it before replying."

The letter is already in a turbulent wave, and we should really think carefully before writing it. Another "Uncle Lord" will be the one who may die.

When Mr. Lin submitted the letter, he returned to the inn and did not sleep well for three days. It was not until the palace in charge came over with the letter from the King of Han that he breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that when the guards with weapons would rush into the room and criticize him for despising the emperor's serious crime.

The three of them bowed and left, and Xining finally had something to do again. Every day, shaking the fan and reading the letters repeatedly.

Jing'er couldn't even read it anymore, so she asked while serving: "Mr. County Master, how many times have you read this letter? What did you see?"

Xining took the cantaloupe handed over by Jing'er and bit it: "Well, it's so sweet. This letter..."

Jing'er pricked up her ears and listened, and heard the county lord eating the melon and said vaguely: "The words on this letter... are well written!"
Chapter completed!