Tang He rolled his eyes and said: "I will go with you to see Zhou Man. I heard that His Majesty and Mr. Wei had their last meeting. Apart from the Crown Prince, Zhou Man and Xiao Yuan were with him."
As the former left prime minister, the emperor would definitely ask Wei Zhi for his recommendation. Since they were suitable rulers and ministers, and the emperor was nostalgic for his old friendship, he would definitely listen to Wei Zhi's opinion.
Yang Heshu looked at him helplessly, "I'm afraid there are many people who have the same idea as you. She's not stupid, how can she tell you?"
The Zhou family has been busy in recent days, with many guests coming to see them.
Some people came here to seek medical treatment, some people said they wanted to learn about new rice varieties, and some people said they came to help Mr. Zhou.
After meeting the two people seeking medical treatment, Zhou Man knew what they were up to, so he began to close the door of the Zhou family, and no one who came to see him would be seen.
Ask for a doctor. If you can afford it, ask her through the Imperial Hospital, or go to Jishi Hall and wait.
When Wan Tian came forward to knock on the door, the concierge did not open the door and said directly: "My master is unwell and does not see outsiders."
Wan Tian said: "Our master is Mr. Zhou's senior fellow student Yang Heshu."
When the concierge heard this, he opened the door and looked outside. He saw Yang Heshu and Tang He standing outside. He immediately opened both doors and said, "It's Mr. Yang and Mr. Tang. Please come inside quickly. I'll report it right now."
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Zhou Man heard this and came to pick him up happily.
Yang Heshu hadn't seen her for several years. When he saw her this time, he couldn't help but said, "The little girl has grown up."
Zhou Man pursed his lips and smiled sheepishly, "When did Senior Brother return to the capital?"
"This morning."
Zhou Man poured tea for them and said, "Have you gone to express condolences to Mr. Wei?"
They both nodded together.
Tang He walked around her study and asked, "I heard that your Zhou family has planted a new rice seed."
"Actually, it's not one plant, but two plants, but the yields are similar, so everyone just regarded them as one plant."
Yang Heshu asked: "What is the difference between the two?"
Zhou Man searched on the desk and found two stacks of paper and showed them to him, "No. Ding 233 is very tall and requires higher humidity. Xin 212 is much shorter, but its rice ears are also very high."
It grows longer and is more drought-resistant. And also about the taste. I think Xin 212 is more delicious, but my parents prefer Ding 233."
"Other differences still need to be studied. Currently, it is only grown in Longzhou, Qingzhou, Jiannan Road and Yongzhou. I don't know what the planting situation will be like in other places."
Tang He raised his eyebrows, "Longzhou?"
Zhou Man nodded: "That's Bai Shan's family."
Tang He gave her a thumbs up, flipped up his robe and sat on the chair, "I've heard you talk about the experimental field. Two years ago, you said that the breeding results were not very good. I didn't expect that you actually cultivated it quietly."
Yang Heshu had already lowered his head to read the data on the paper, collected it and returned it to Zhou Man, "I want to stay in the capital."
Tang He blinked, "Hubu?"
Yang Heshu nodded, "Only in the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Development can we better promote new rice varieties. It took a long time for new wheat varieties to be promoted before. Even now, there are still many places that have not tried new wheat varieties."
Tang He frowned, "The Household Department...isn't there any vacancy?"
A carrot and a pit, they can't conjure up a pit out of thin air.
Zhou Man started to think about it and said after a while: "It's not impossible..."
Yang Heshu and Tang He turned to look at her, and Zhou Manchong spread his hands between them, "I can't tell you, I am an imperial physician, and keeping my mouth shut is a basic quality."
Yang Heshu couldn't help but laugh out loud and said to her, "Thank you very much."
Tang He looked at her helplessly, "What's the difference between what you said and saying everything? Well, there are still differences, for example, who will be the next left prime minister?"
Zhou Man ignored him, how could she know who it was? But there was a high chance that Mr. Old Tang would take over.
She felt that if she were the emperor, she would follow Mr. Wei's advice and choose Mr. Old Tang, but in this case...
Zhou Man looked at Tang He with sympathy on his face.
Tang He met her gaze, shuddered, and leaned back, "You, why are you looking at me like that?"
Zhou Man said: "Go back. You have just entered Beijing today, entered the palace, and went to express condolences. You must be tired."
Yang Heshu was not polite to her, stood up and said, "Then let's say goodbye first."
Tang He was still confused until he walked out of Zhou's house, "Why do you think Zhou Manggang looked at me like that?"
"have no idea."
"Take a guess," Tang He really couldn't think of anything, "use your intelligence to help me think about it."
Yang Heshu thought for him, "Maybe I saw you described as thin, so I felt sorry for you?"
Tang He looked suspicious, "You've also lost weight, why doesn't she look at you like that?"
Tang He soon knew why.
Before Wei Zhi left, he left a message that he did not want the Wei family to hold a large funeral. Unfortunately, many people came to express their condolences, and the emperor also asked the Ministry of Rites to come to help, so the momentum was even greater.
But the Wei family still insisted on only keeping the funeral for seven days, and then held the funeral.
After Wei Zhi was buried, the emperor ordered a court meeting to be held.
Zhou Man put on his official uniform early in the morning and led Zhou Lizhong, who was going to court for the first time, into the palace behind Mr. Zhuang.
When they arrived at the Tai Chi Hall, Zhou Man pointed to a spot by the door and said: "In your position, be more alert, listen more and talk less. We are not important ministers. We only need to go to the court meeting to learn more. We are rarely called."
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Anyway, she has been attending court meetings for many years, and the number of times she has been asked at court meetings is so small that she can count them on her hands and feet.
Zhou Lizhong responded.
Mr. Zhuang had already sat down in his seat. Zhou Man took a look and breathed a sigh of relief. He was a little far away, and her seat was still at the back. She was so happy.
Zhou Man breathed a sigh of relief, sat down in his seat, and saw Tang He and Magistrate Guo.
Zhou Man directly ignored Tang He, whom he had met just the day before, and looked at Magistrate Guo, "Master Guo, long time no see."
Magistrate Guo smiled and nodded, "Yes, I haven't seen you Master Zhou for a long time."
Everyone stood and chatted for a while, and then the emperor was called outside.
All officials immediately stood up and knelt down to salute after the emperor stood still.
The emperor asked the officials to sit down and sighed: "Wei Qing passed away due to illness, and the province needs someone to take over. Do you have anyone to recommend?"
The officials were silent. They wanted to recommend themselves, but did they dare?
Zhou Man sat with his head lowered, listening to the silence of the hall. It took a long time for the emperor to say: "Wei Qing recommended a few people to me."
He said: "I have thought about it for a long time, and finally I prefer Tang Aiqing. What do you think?"
Of course, some people had opinions. The emperor made a start, and someone immediately came out and said: "Your Majesty, I have a recommendation..."
Tang He, who was sitting in front and right of Zhou Man, felt as if he was struck by lightning. He stiffly turned his head to look at Zhou Man.
Zhou Man glanced up and saw that the emperor hadn't noticed. He breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and pushed his head back, and whispered: "Look ahead."
The first thing that came out of Tang He's heart was that his father was going to become the left prime minister!
Then there is the fact that he is the son of the left prime minister, but he has passed the age of playboy.
Finally, I remembered that his father was a leftist prime minister, an official in the same dynasty, with a high official position, and he had just made a great contribution. What should he do?
Tang He burst into tears in his heart. He finally knew why Zhou Man looked at him with sympathy the day before yesterday.