Ci Jinzhi

  Zhang Xu came back to his senses and quickly shook his head: "Grandson didn't say anything."

  He promised to keep it a secret for Miss Kou, but he couldn't tell his grandmother.

   After eating a bowl of mutton soup in a few mouthfuls, Zhang Xu couldn't stand it any longer: "Grandmother, grandson has something to go out for."

  Mrs. Zhu was stunned: "It's such a cold day, why did you go out as soon as you came back?"

   "I suddenly remembered something. Before lunch—oh, I don't know when I'll be back. If I don't come back for lunch, I'll send someone to tell you."

  Zhang Xu hurried out, took two steps and suddenly turned around, showing a big smile to Mrs. Zhu: "Grandmother, do you have any change on you? If I borrow it from my grandson, I won't go back to the yard to get it."

  Madam Zhu asked the maid to withdraw the money for him: "Bring more people, don't go to messy places."

   "Grandson knows, don't worry." Zhang Xu walked away quickly.

  Madam Zhu frowned, and ordered: "Follow the eldest son, and see where he goes."

   Madam Zhu dare not neglect her only grandson.

  Zhang Xu quickly got into the carriage: "Go to Qingsong Bookstore."

  He wants to invite Miss Kou to dinner!

  Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the big earthquake in Dingbei area is just an after-dinner conversation for most people in the capital. Those who should visit relatives and friends, and those who should buy New Year’s goods, the streets are still so lively.

  Qingsong Bookstore soon arrived, Zhang Xu jumped off the carriage and walked in quickly.

   "Excuse me, is Miss Kou there?"

   Shopkeeper Hu took a closer look and found that he was the No. 2 dude.

  The old shopkeeper has recently silently ranked the young people who are suspected of coveting the owner. Mr. Dai is the number one dude, and this Mr. Zhang is the number two dude.

  In addition, Mr. He and Mr. Kong are ranked together, and there is also the category of poor family, and Gu Yu is alone for the time being. Then there are those messy people who come here for the wealth of the boss, all of them fall into the category of passerby A.

  No way, the shopkeeper Hu is old, and he has already spent most of his brainpower in calculating the accounts and counting the money. However, the boss is good at everything, but this aspect is too much for him to worry about, so that it is easy to remember.

   "Master Zhang is looking for our boss?" Shopkeeper Hu asked with a smile.

   "Yes. Ms. Kou should be free, right?"

   "What a coincidence, our boss has gone to Shaoqing's Mansion, and may have to live there." Shopkeeper Hu said this, his wrinkles were all smiles.

   "It's too early to say." Zhang Xu snorted angrily, turned around and left.

  The carriage was parked by the side of the road, and Zhang Xu came here excitedly, losing interest in going elsewhere, so he told the driver to go home directly.

  The servants who followed quietly returned to Zhang Zhai and reported to Mrs. Zhu: "The eldest son went to Qingsong Bookstore to find Miss Kou."

   "Looking for Miss Kou?" Mrs. Zhu had heard about this cousin girl from the Shaoqing Mansion, and when she heard the servant's reply, her heart skipped a beat.

  Xu'er must be interested in Miss Kou, right?

   Mrs. Zhu also heard about Miss Kou giving porridge to save people. She admitted that this girl has a good heart, but just to thank others for helping her find cats, she spends money everywhere. This style is not suitable for their family.

  During dinner, Mrs. Zhu tentatively asked, "Xu'er, do you know Miss Kou?"

  Zhang Xu looked alert: "What's wrong?"

   Could it be that the secret of Miss Kou's ability to read faces has been exposed?

  Mrs. Zhu's heart sank.

   Xu'er looks like this, it seems that her worry is right.

   "Grandmother heard about Ms. Kou's deeds of giving porridge, and also heard that Ms. Kou's bookstore is near the Imperial College, so she asked curiously."

   "Oh." Zhang Xu heaved a sigh of relief, "Of course my grandson knows Miss Kou, but we don't."

   "Is that so." Mrs. Zhu didn't ask any more questions, she turned around and called a shrewd and capable daughter-in-law in charge, and ordered her to meet Miss Kou at Qingsong Bookstore tomorrow.

   On the side of Shaoqing Mansion, the old lady expressed her appreciation for Xin You's behavior of serving porridge: "Your mother was also very soft-hearted when she was young, and she doesn't want anyone to suffer."

  She wanted to keep her granddaughter at home, so it was a good deal to spend a few dollars on porridge in exchange for a good reputation for the Shaoqing Mansion.

  As for Duan Shaoqing, there are 10,000 people who don't want to, but hate that her niece has become a hot topic of discussion again, so it's not good to do it at this time.

  Women were worried about the marriage of their children and grandchildren, and Emperor Xingyuan and all the ministers focused their energy on disaster relief.

  Reports from Dingbei came one after another, obviously light and flimsy pieces of paper, but like stones pressing down on the hearts of monarchs and ministers.

  The situation in the disaster area is more serious than what was first known.

  In the past few days, a lot of money has flowed out of the treasury, and various resources for disaster relief have been continuously shipped to Dingbei. At this time, the court had to face an inescapable problem: no money.

  Great Xia has a vast territory, so it is inevitable to face a problem: all over the country, from north to south, from east to west, various natural disasters cannot be stopped.

  Just this summer, due to floods in the south, the national treasury spent a lot of money, and because of the spring drought, which affected the harvest, and now there is a major earthquake in Dingbei, the treasury is empty.

  Where did the money come from? Several ministers were arguing endlessly. Zhang Shoufu practiced Tai Chi proficiently.

  Dragon cases cannot be uncovered, and damage to objects is another expense. Emperor Xing Yuan pinched the center of his brows, unconsciously thinking of someone.

   This has been his habit for many years. Whenever he is in trouble, he can't help but think of the queen who has run away.

  At that time, the future was unpredictable and there were many difficulties, but she could always come up with novel and practical solutions.

  If Xinxin was still there, he would definitely be able to share his worries, unlike these old guys who only know how to play football.

  Emperor Xingyuan thought hard amidst the debates among his courtiers, and came up with a solution: "Call the wealthy households in the capital to donate silver."

   Donate money?

   Several ministers looked at each other and became nervous.

  How much to donate? How to donate? Do they want to donate too?

"I heard that Miss Kou, the owner of Qingsong Bookstore, has a lot of money in a small bookstore. It can be seen that a lot of wealth in the world is hidden in the hands of wealthy businessmen. Now that the court is in trouble, if the rich and noble families can give up some money, they will be able to Help the disaster victims in Dingbei to tide over the difficulties."

   Zhang Shoufu was forced by the eyes of several people to speak: "Your Majesty, there has never been such a precedent—"

   "Who said no, back then—" Emperor Xing Yuan paused, his face darkened, "That's it, otherwise you will come up with a solution for me immediately."

   "Your Majesty, it may not be appropriate to directly use the name of the imperial court."

Emperor Xingyuan looked at Zhang Shoufu with weird eyes: "Why use the name of the court. Ladies and gentlemen who love you, or any benevolent businessmen, I believe that there are many kind-hearted people, and there will be people who will take the initiative to donate money and call on everyone. .”

  Ministers: "..."

  Emperor Xingyuan glanced at everyone, and said lightly: "How about this, then there will be a banquet for benevolent people, and those who donate more than one thousand taels of silver will be invited to the banquet, and King Xiu will entertain these benevolent people on my behalf."

   All the ministers exchanged glances, and they all cupped their hands together: "Your Majesty is wise."

  The emperor really "pained" His Royal Highness Xiuwang.

  It is set here, one tael of silver is compared to our current three to five hundred dollars.