Li Yue's speed in approving memorials was very fast. Zhang Yang took several copies and went through them. There were no problems, and he was even able to come up with solutions to the problems from some novel angles.
For example, in the method of clearing land, she wrote about using the method of equal distribution among large collectives to solve the problem of distribution contradictions. By directly separating land and food, the contradiction can be easily resolved.
In two hours, she had already approved more than ten copies.
The aunt was sitting by the cradle, watching the child fall asleep, and the couple in front of her were still reviewing the memorial.
Until Li Yue's hair was dry, the two of them continued writing with the pens in their hands.
Xiao Wu walked out of the room, rubbing his eyes as if he had just woken up at night, "Teacher, isn't Master still asleep?"
Li Yue smiled and said, "I'll go to bed later."
"Um."
Xiaowu was fascinated by Huhu and nodded.
There were also many repetitions in the political opinions. Zhang Yang relaxed his eyes.
His shoulders sank, and he looked sideways and saw that Li Yue had closed his eyes and was leaning on his shoulders.
Zhang Yang whispered: "You should rest first."
Moving her body, Li Yue hugged her arms and simply leaned on her, "Just lean on her for a while."
Zhang Yang picked up another memorial and thought, is Zheng Gong's workload usually so heavy?
I was so sleepy that I didn't know how the last few memorials were approved.
Zhang Yang stood up from the table in a daze, and Li Yue leaned next to him. She was also sleeping deeply.
The quilt was draped on my back, and behind me were the two aunts who were still sleeping sitting by the wall. The room was very quiet.
The child also fell asleep.
Li Yue murmured, and Minmi Huhu opened her eyes, "What time is it?"
The door was open, the sky was still dark, and it was time for morning service.
The doors of Xiao Wu and Xu Hui's rooms were also open. It seemed that the two little girls woke up first.
The family's biological clock followed Zhang Yang, and the whole family woke up half an hour before the morning session.
Li Yue sat up straight and looked at a table of memorials.
The couple helped each other stand up and lay down on the table, leaning against each other and slept all night.
My back and knees are sore and numb.
It took a while for Li Yue to recover, and she was beating her own legs.
I don’t know if it’s because of giving birth to a child, but her figure has become more and more beautiful, especially when she straightens her back, well... it’s especially straight.
Most of the time, the child always feels bloated and uncomfortable before and after changing food.
Zhang Yangzheng admired her figure and said, "You should eat less fish."
Li Yue asked curiously: "Why?"
"Fish soup, broth, or chicken or duck eggs will make your bloating more uncomfortable."
Li Yue nodded and said: "In addition to paying attention to what you eat, you should also read the medicinal scriptures. My husband is prone to getting angry recently. He probably got angry after staying up late last night."
She raised her chin without giving in.
If you're still not convinced, let's find each other's shortcomings...
She likes to eat fish, especially meat and eggs.
After admiring it for a moment longer, Zhang Yang walked into the courtyard, took a deep breath of fresh air, and looked towards the backyard, where Xiao Wu was making porridge with his feet on a stool and a pot and ladle.
Xu Hui carefully cut the bacon.
Zhang Yang was sitting at the door of the house, brushing his teeth.
Because he had to rush for time, while brushing his teeth, Li Yue was arranging her husband's hair in the back.
Comb your hair into a bun and put on your official uniform.
Auntie also sorted out all the memorials.
"Would you like to check again?"
"It's too late, so let's do this first."
Xiao Wu was holding a bowl of hot porridge, "Master, drink the porridge before leaving."
Zhang Yang picked up the porridge, drank it in one go, and hurried out with a bag of memorials.
When they arrived at Chengtianmen, only the officials who had arrived late in twos and threes were walking in a hurry.
Chu Suiliang was standing in front of the door, "I knew that Zhang Shilang would probably be late, so I came here to wait."
Zhang Yang cupped his hands and said, "Good morning, Brother Chu."
Chu Suiliang looked at the sky and said, "Now go to Zhongshu Province to put away these memorials. It's too late to go back to Taiji Hall. It's better to hand them over to the lower officials first. The lower officials don't have to go to the morning court."
"That's good, I'm done."
Chu Suiliang took the heavy memorial and walked to Zhongshu Province.
Seeing that the time was approaching, Zhang Yang quickly walked into the palace and stood still.
"Zhang Shangshu." Xu Jingzong stood behind and whispered.
"Good morning." Zhang Yang greeted.
"Huh? Judging from Zhang Shangshu's complexion, he didn't sleep well last night?"
"Yes, there are too many memorials to be approved."
"Zhang Shangshu is young, but he must also pay attention to his health."
These words sounded strange. Zhang Yang looked back and felt a chill when he saw the smile on his face. "How did you tell me about it?"
"I went to see Mr. Zheng. It was Lu Zhaolin who nursed Mr. Zheng's body. I also went to see the man named An. This man is strict-mouthed and wants the Lishan Weaving Technique. He seems to have expected that we won't kill him.
"
Zhang Yang whispered: "Throw him to the black workshop in the west of the city and let him work as a coolie for us in the silver mine."
Xu Jingzong nodded heavily, "Yes, we can't keep him in vain."
Not long after, His Majesty entered the palace with confident steps. The weather in Chang'an City has been going well recently. If nothing happens, you can go to court early.
It would be great if the morning session ends smoothly.
During this period, someone suggested attacking Tuyuhun, but His Majesty did not give a positive reply.
But no one mentioned the matter of Taishan Fengchan.
Or because of the lessons learned from the past, in the fifth year of Zhenguan, many people expressed the hope that His Majesty would go to Mount Tai, which led to endless debates between the DPRK and China.
At that time, Li Shimin reprimanded many ministers who wanted to enshrine the throne. Now, even if people have some discussions, they will not easily ask His Majesty Taishan to enshrine him.
The morning court went smoothly, and the arrangements for the imperial examination had already been discussed. It didn't take long for me to retire from the court.
While the morning court was proceeding smoothly, the ministers, secretaries, supervisors, and officials from various ministries also gradually received the memorials issued by the Zhongshu Ministry.
It’s just that the expressions of the people I saw were different.
Someone asked suspiciously: "Why did you give the reply to the lower official? Is your brain sick?"
"Really? Show me?" A curious person came up and said, "Huh? It's really..."
"Is it because the lower official wants to see a doctor?"
Everyone speculated about the memorial of approval, "Does it have a deeper meaning?"
"This colleague? What are you going to do?"
"Let's see a doctor to see if someone's brain is really sick." The man waved his sleeves and strode away.
Someone else threw the memorial on the table and said, "Why do you say that the lower official is a pig? How can a certain person look like a pig with his regular facial features!"
At the door, a clerk from Huangmen snorted coldly: "Forget it, please see what the original poster's second stroke means?"
"hiss……"
Everyone present took a breath.
Soon some people also discovered that these approved memorials also contained many insights and very novel ideas, "Visiting villagers door-to-door and listening to their opinions... Hmm! What a good idea."
After the morning court ended, Zhang Yang walked out of the Tai Chi Hall. Most likely, Duke Zheng would not go to court these days, so he still had to look after the affairs of Zhongshu Province himself.
Zhang Elephant still sent many people to Li Baiyao, and he was now busy preparing for the prince's marriage.
"Tomorrow is Gu's wedding, you must come."
Li Chengqian's words came from behind.
Zhang Yang took out the compass and handed it to Li Chengqian, "This is a wedding gift for His Royal Highness."
Li Chengqian took the palm-sized compass and asked, "What is this? Is it used to calculate the stars?"
Zhang Yang stood upright with his hands on his hands and explained: "This thing was made by me, Lishan, and I call it the compass."
The surface of the compass is wrapped by a wooden frame. In order to protect the pointer, the direction of the pointer can be judged through the gap above.
Li Chengqian looked at the compass and said, "It turns out to be Simon."
Zhang Yang cleared his throat and emphasized: "It's a compass."
"Forget it, compass." Li Chengqian accepted it with a smile, "How did you make Simon so compact?"
"Si Nan..."
Zhang Yang sighed and thought that he didn't care anymore. It might not be so easy to change his mind at the moment. "Our improved casting technique in Lishan has achieved this result. We have tried it before and it lasted for more than three months. If it takes a long time, we can't guarantee it."
Its stability will continue to be improved in the future. Anyway, now this compass is the only one in Nakahara!"
Li Chengqian bowed and said, "Gu Ding is like this Sinan. His goal remains unchanged and he will move forward unwaveringly."
This is because after reading too many books, the prince can come up with some profound meanings just by looking at a compass.
"I will come to attend the prince's wedding tomorrow. This marriage is not easy to come by. I hope the prince will..."
"I will treat the Su family well." Li Chengqian emphasized.
"I have to go to Zhongshu Province as an official."
"It just so happens that I have to go to Zhongshu Province for some political matters."
Today's Zhongshu Province is no different from yesterday. There is always endless things to do here. Zhang Yang walked to his seat and sat down cross-legged.
Putting the two memorials in front of him, Zhang Yang raised his eyes and looked at Changsun Wuji, "Mr. Zhao Guo, what do you mean?"
"The memorials have been handed over to you for approval. Why are the handwritings of the two memorials different?"
When he opened it and saw that it was the one he had approved last night, Zhang Yang explained: "Is it written inappropriately?"
Some of the memorials were indeed approved by my daughter-in-law, but the number was not too large and the contents were probably correct.
"Zhao Guogong, Zhang Shilang has just come to Zhongshu Province, are you here to make things difficult?" The person who spoke spoke straightforwardly.
Changsun Wuji said in a deep voice: "Since it's his first time here, I naturally have to give him some advice."
"My officials have read these two memorials. The contents are correct. There are also many novel viewpoints that can be used to help the officials below solve their confusion. As for the handwriting, is it really that important?"
The person speaking looked older than Changsun Wuji.
Changsun Wuji just needs to give up and leave.
Zhang Yang smiled and saluted, and asked the person who rescued him, "May I ask who it is in person..."
"I will send you a letter to the official to save things, Liu Zi."
"It turns out it's Brother Liu whom I've admired for a long time."
Liu Zifusu smiled and said: "Shilang Zhang, please concentrate on handling government affairs here. Don't listen to Changsun Wuji's instigation and pressure. This man is kind and powerful, and the people he likes will definitely be poached before he is willing to accept it."
Hearing this was for his own good, but the other party's words had already classified him in Wei Zheng's family.
There is a shortage of people in the imperial court, and the six ministries are scrambling for people, let alone the Zhongshu Province.
Liu Zi sat down aside, "Since Mr. Zheng values Shilang Zhang, and Shilang Zhang also has talents and skills, why not just sit here. Mr. Zheng has declined in Zhongshu Province. If even you go to Duke Zhao, I am afraid that Mr. Zheng...
"
Zhang Yang couldn't help but ask: "How is Guild Zheng doing?"
Liu Zi lowered his head and looked troubled, "I will fight Duke Zhao to the death."
I remembered that Wei Zheng had said before that if he wanted to take power, he suggested that he seek refuge with Changsun Wuji.
A civil servant hurried over and said loudly: "Who is Mr. Zhang?"
Zhang Yang subconsciously raised his hand and asked curiously: "What's the matter?"
The man put the memorial on the table and asked, "What is the second stroke of the poster?"
Hearing this, Zhang Yang's brows jumped. He took the memorial and took a look. The intensity of work last night was too high, plus he was sleepy and somewhat confused.
I don’t even know what I will approve later.
Zhang Yang wanted to explain but didn't know where to start, so he could only reply: "This is my hometown dialect, and the original meaning is that it is not allowed."
The man looked at his memorial again, scratched the back of his head vigorously, and looked confused, as if his brain was disappearing little by little.
"Shilang Zhang's words are really profound, and I admire him."
"I was negligent."
Zhang Yang smiled awkwardly.
The man left and it was settled.
Many more memorials arrived, and Zhang Yang and Liu Zi handled the memorials together. In addition to handling miscellaneous political affairs, Zheng Gong also directly contacted the Yushitai, because Zheng Gong was also the admonishment official.
Liu Zi seems to be a very serious person, and he is very careful when writing every review.
"Brother Liu?"
"speak."
Zhang Yang asked in a low voice: "Zhao Guogong didn't come to recruit Brother Liu back then."
Liu Zi nodded and said: "I have, but I refused."
"Then you are not afraid of offending Duke Zhao in your future career?"
"Oh, I'm afraid of him?"
The literati of the Tang Dynasty were very tough and forthright, and there were not a few who would risk their lives if they disagreed with them.
With Liu Zi's help, things were much easier today. I left Zhongshu Province at noon and could go home to rest.
The afternoon affairs were left to Liu Zi and Zhang Xingcheng.
Back home, Li Yue was picking the bitter vegetables picked by her aunt, "Husband, are you back?"
"Um."
Zhang Yang took off his official boots, put on his own straw sandals, and made a few simple dishes.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Aunt Wang also brought news that the squire from Xiangzhou has returned.
Under the influence of , they naturally cannot go back on their words.
Li Chengqian took Zhao Guogong to see him off in person. During this period, Changsun Wuji still agreed with the other party to allow half of the official schools to be children of noble families, and the other half could choose poor children.
In order to win Xiangzhou's support, Li Chengqian tried his best.
When you are in Zhongshu Province, you know that people's hearts are dangerous.
Not to mention the secret fights and wooing each other to expand their power, except for the loyal and honest man like the prince, there are probably no good people in the entire court.
In the Manlu Palace, Li Shimin was listening to Li Lizhi studying. This child studied mathematics with her imperial sister and had already fallen behind in her original studies.
Now I have to watch her make up for this knowledge.
Fang Xuanling handed over two memorials, "Your Majesty, this is the memorial approved by Zhang Shilang."
Li Shimin took the memorial and looked at it, "Why are the handwriting different?"
"The lower officials are also strange."
Li Lizhi glanced at the book while reading, "Is this the emperor's handwriting?"
The handwriting on one side looked sloppy, but Li Shimin listened to Fang Xuanling telling what happened yesterday, and then looked at the handwriting on the other side, which was beautiful and had some connotations of Ouyang Xun's regular script.
My thoughts became much clearer, and when I listened to Li Zhi's words again, I understood what was going on.
Zhang Yang asked my daughter to also approve these memorials.
Li Shimin picked up the memorial and looked at the management measures for the construction of the Hexi Corridor. He divided the manpower into teams and implemented specific fortifications.
It is well written and explains the shortcomings of management in words. If the class is divided into groups and the class is subdivided into groups, it can indeed reduce a lot of management pressure.
It can even be used in many places in the country.
Li Shimin suppressed a smile and said, "The fortifications at Jiayu Mountain will be carried out in accordance with the approval of this memorial."
The father is of course happy that his daughter has become successful. Although it is unpleasant for a woman to be involved in government affairs, she is still my daughter!
Already distracted by the beauty, Li Shimin said in a deep voice: "Study hard!"
Li Lizhi quickly lowered her head and continued reading an article from Shangshu's "Hong Fan" with aggrievedness.