On the left and right sides of Lin Zhao's desk, four tallow candles were lit. Each candle was as thick as a child's arm, illuminating the room very brightly.
Not only that, there are several fire pots lit in the study, making the room as warm as spring.
The furnishings inside are similar to the study rooms of other wealthy and aristocratic families. The decoration is luxurious and the utensils are all precious.
But there are also some differences from wealthy families.
There was neither a boy nor a maid in the study.
The owner of the study, Lin Zhao, is already in his twenties.
To outsiders, Lin Zhao lived an ascetic life.
Of course, ascetics also hope to have such a life.
Seeing her brother thinking and tweezing, a trace of distress flashed through Daiyu's eyes, and she sighed secretly. She walked to the table silently, took the wick cutters that looked like crooked tweezers, and cut off the butter candles one by one.
Cut the wick flat.
"My sister is here, just in time. Come over and grind ink for me."
Seeing that the candlelight had stabilized, Lin Zhao, who was behind the desk, raised his head and smiled when he saw Daiyu's figure.
The four maids and Aunt Rong stood far away, all nodding secretly.
My uncle is indeed a gentleman with deep brother-sister love.
The person who cut the wick for Lin Zhao yesterday was Xiang Ling. She was mentally prepared to study at night with red sleeves and Tianxiang. However, Lin Zhao calmly told her to have a good rest.
After listening to her brother's instructions, Daiyu pursed her lips and smiled, walked around to the side of the desk, picked up most of the Hui ink that was placed on the Duan inkstone, and grinded it slowly.
Lin Zhao, on the other hand, continued to write articles.
It turned out that some time ago, the emperor asked him, a philanthropic boy, to provide some ideas for developing financial resources, so Lin Zhao casually mentioned that Songjiang would be opened as a port.
Combined with his ideas on governing the country and Songjiang's geographical environment, he describes the prospect of huge financial resources after the opening of Songjiang as a port.
Songjiang is located where the Yangtze River meets the sea. It not only has a good port, but also has rivers connecting all the prefectures in the south of the Yangtze River. It also connects to canals, connecting the world and the south of the Yangtze River. It has been rich and prosperous for thousands of years. It is even better than Chang'an, the capital of the emperor. Moreover, the industry and commerce in the south of the Yangtze River are developed and the manpower is strong.
There will be no shortage of good location, good people and people.
Nowadays, it is no more forbidden than the Ming Dynasty. After the founding of the country, Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty restored the style of the Tang Dynasty and gradually resumed maritime trade, but only a few thousand-year-old ports such as Guangzhou, Hangzhou, and Quanzhou were opened.
But looking at the map of China in detail, Songjiang Prefecture was the most suitable place for the Zhou Dynasty to open a port.
But Lin Zhao only stated the prospects, plans and some related systems.
After all, he is a member of the Imperial Guard and is investigating crimes with a knife, not a local official.
Whether Songjiang should open a port or not is just his suggestion.
The decision-making power lies with the emperor and the cabinet.
Emperor Xiaode thought so too at first.
But after going around in a circle, Emperor Xiaode found that he had talents on hand, talents with power, talents in governing the country, and even talents who could conquer and fight.
But if you want to find someone who can create a situation in a planned and systematic manner from beginning to end, there are very few.
Both the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Ministry of Revenue were at a loss as to how to open the port.
Therefore, this proposal went full circle and returned to Lin Zhao's hands.
It is not difficult for Lin Zhao to write a detailed plan for the opening of Songjiang port.
It's just a matter of saying "hurry is like a law".
But Lin Zhao did not do this. Instead, he stayed up late at night, pondering each sentence and revising it back and forth. He had already spent two or three nights.
That's why Daiyu came to take care of her.
At this time, Daiyu was quietly studying ink aside, while Lin Zhao continued to conceive and write.
In this way, about a quarter of an hour passed before Lin Zhao, who was crouching at the desk, raised his head, smiled, took the ginseng soup aside and put it to his mouth.
"This soup is cold."
Daiyu only had time to say these four words, and Lin Zhao had already poured the bowl of ginseng soup into his stomach.
"Brother." Daiyu said angrily, "This soup has been standing for a quarter of an hour. Why don't you warm it up again while you drink it?"
Lin Zhao shook his head and said with a smile: "I think that when our ancestors of the Lin family followed Taizu in the north and south and fought against all odds, even a bowl of pearl emerald and white jade soup was delicious to us. Not to mention that our descendants drank that sour soup to remember the bitterness and sweetness. , This bowl of ginseng soup is just a little cold, so it’s okay to drink it. Besides, I’m not one of those young men with a bunch of fat fans, and I can’t even keep a bowl of warm soup down.”
"Brother is just using strong words to make excuses."
Daiyu said angrily.
But I also smiled a little.
Although my elder brother looks good-looking, like the frail young man in the storybook, he actually has the courage to borrow money. Let alone drink a bowl of warm soup, even if he eats a live pig, he will be fine.
"My brother is so quibbling. It seems that I, my sister, can no longer control you. Now I just hope that a sister-in-law will come in and be able to control you."
She paused, unable to hold back her curiosity, and said, "My brother is already in his twenties, and it's time for dad to worry about his marriage. But why is there no movement now?"
"You are worrying too much. In the past two years, I am afraid that no one will mention my marriage." Lin Zhao smiled slightly, stood up, walked around from behind his desk, sat down on a chair beside him, and asked Daiyu to After sitting down, he looked at Lingge, Grandma Rong and others, and said with a smile: "You have been tired for a long day. I don't need to set any rules here. You all should sit down too."
Several people thanked me with smiles and then sat down.
Daiyu was slightly shocked by what Lin Zhao just said.
At this moment, he hurriedly asked: "Brother, where did you start talking about this? You are now a third-rank Jinyi Weidutang, or a super-rank Zhongqin Bo. How come no one mentions your marriage?"
Thinking of this, Daiyu looked confused.
He is in his twenties, holds a prominent official position, and has a rising reputation, not to mention Pan An's appearance.
For such a promising official, it stands to reason that the person seeking marriage should have crossed the threshold, but why is he so cold in front of the door?
Is it possible that Jin Yiwei's reputation is so unsavory that the children of officials and aristocratic families are unwilling to marry a rough warrior?
That's impossible.
The so-called ladies and educated women only have stories about frail and poor scholars in their minds, which are just novels written by poor scholars.
It cannot be taken seriously.
When Daiyu was confused, Lin Zhao smiled and said: "Because my father is the governor of Shandong. With his achievements, age, and reputation, I am afraid that he will become the prime minister in the cabinet within two or three years. By then, I will become the cabinet minister and my son." It would be shameful to control Jin Yiwei any longer. So what I will do next will become the focus of attention from both the government and the public. Once it is determined, only those who come to ask for marriage will cross the threshold."
"So this is ah."
Daiyu nodded in understanding.
However, although she did not straighten out the logical relationship here, she knew in her heart that it seemed to involve a dispute between the government and the opposition.
So she put the matter aside and said casually: "I really hope that my sister-in-law can come in early, so that I can relax. By the way, Sister Feng sent a message today, saying that the old lady wants to see what day we have a wedding.
If you have time, prepare a post and invite us to go to your house to enjoy the plum blossoms."
"What's the reward? I don't want to miss the plum blossoms." Lin Zhao laughed and saw Daiyu blushing with embarrassment. She felt that her mood was even happier: "It's freezing cold today. I remember that our family has a family in Zhongnan Mountain.
I’ve never been to a hot spring resort, so why don’t we call our friends and go there for two or three days?”
As he said this, a thought came to his mind, and he smiled even more cheerfully: "I can't help but propose a marriage to our second sister."