Don't panic, the family boss is busy farming

"The postmaster on my side is also called a road officer. They will organize the villagers near the road to clean the road very early in snowy days."

Hearing Zhao Bei's proud explanation, Zhuge Liang's heart was shaken.

Zhuge Jin and Sun Shangxiang, who was lying on the car window, looked at each other, and they both saw the expression of disbelief in each other's eyes.

"Isn't this a bit too much work for the people? The snow is so dangerous, and road repairs are of course important, but when people come out in such cold weather, they may freeze to death." Sun Shangxiang said tentatively in a soft-hearted tone.

Mrs. Gan laughed immediately when she heard this.

"Why are you laughing, sister?" Sun Shangxiang was slightly annoyed.

Mrs. Gan was afraid that she would misunderstand that she was making fun of her, so she quickly waved her hands and explained: "I'm not laughing at you, but at those villagers sweeping the road."

"The leader often said that money can make motui ghosts. Road cleaning and maintenance are all contracted out by road officials. In order to make this money, the villagers in nearby villages almost broke their heads."

"There were two sisters who married in the same village. In order to successfully contract the road section near the village, they almost got into trouble in the county government to break the relationship. When I thought of this, I thought the scene was funny, so I laughed."

"Besides, the dangerous sections have always been taken care of by the army, and the villagers don't have to take risks."

Of course, this is also because the terrain in the north is open and flat, and the difficulty of road maintenance is relatively low.

Mrs. Gan will not tell Sun Shangxiang about this now, anyway, she will know it herself in the future.

After listening to Mrs. Gan's explanation, Sun Shangxiang nodded, indicating that she had improved her knowledge again.

However, in this way, the local government may have to spend a lot more in order to maintain the roads.

I just don't know where the money came from.

Xu Jiajun, who only collects grain tax and commercial tax, how much money does he have in the treasury?

I always feel like I can't finish it.

If you want to spend it all, you can definitely spend it all. Xu Jiajun also had an economic crisis, but it was resolved after only two days of crisis in Xu Yue's account book.

In the eyes of the common people, the crisis was resolved before they had time to feel it.

It's just that the Xu Family People's Bank has launched a new thing called bonds.

"Bonds?" Sun Shangxiang felt that he had touched a blind spot again.

Mrs. Gan hurriedly "shushed" and told Sun Shangxiang to keep her voice down.

But it was still too late, Zhao Bei had already looked over, his eyes full of shock: Did you secretly buy bonds behind my back?
Mrs. Gan closed the window of the car, leaned into Sun Shangxiang's ear and muttered a few words, Sun Shangxiang didn't understand anything else, only heard that buying this bond could make money, so she couldn't help being moved.

"Is that sister making money?"

Seeing her eagerness to try, Mrs. Gan gave her a stick,
"Investment is risky, and you need to be cautious when buying securities. I believe in Xu Jiajun and bet on Xu Jiajun's future national fortune!"

"You. Our Xu family army is not selling bonds to the outside world for the time being, so just put your heart away." Mrs. Gan patted the young man on the shoulder, looking like an old god.

Sun Shangxiang: "."

Sun Shangxiang opened the car window again. Even though the cold wind was blowing in, she still couldn't help but want to see what the outside world was like.

At the same time, I couldn't help thinking about the prosperity of the country that Mrs. Gan said, and frowned.

Mrs. Gan is so sure, but she is very confused about the future of Yangzhou and the Sun family.

At ten o'clock in the evening on the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, Mrs. Gan and her party arrived in Hejian County smoothly.

It was cold and the shops closed early, and the people in the city also went back to their homes to prepare for dinner.

Only children who don't know how to feel sad play together in the streets and alleys, waiting to eat ready-made.

Mrs. Gan and her party drove into the city in a mighty manner, bypassed the carriageway under the city wall, first went to the racecourse to park the horses, and then took a bus with a large capacity to the posthouse.

The moment Sun Shangxiang saw the bus carriage, his mouth became O-shaped.

"Sister Gan, you, you guys are too bold! A carriage with four times or more is insurmountable for non-princesses."

Before the little girl could finish speaking, Zhuge Liang took the lead and got on the big carriage with great interest, picked a suitable seat and sat down.

Zhuge Jin's eyebrows twitched fiercely. How could his younger brother who was loyal to the emperor and patriotic in the past become like this!

Such contempt for the imperial power and collusion with the Xu family gangsters!

It's not that Zhuge Liang can't see his brother's angry appearance, but he doesn't care.

All the young people think about is to meet Lord Xu soon!
Zhao Bei saw everyone's expressions, and secretly looked at each other with his wife, and each greeted the distant guests in charge to get into the car.

Sun Shangxiang boarded the huge carriage blankly. Before that, the carriage she sat in was only pulled by three horses at most.

In this way, it has already made the noble ladies in the city envy.

But the one in front of him has six horses.

There was only one driver driving the carriage, and he sat alone on the leading horse on the left. With a flick of his whip, the six horses moved together, pulling the huge carriage, trotting forward at a constant speed.

The royal horseman might not be as skilled as this coachman. In the eyes of the coachman, the curves are nothing. Everyone in the car sat very firmly and could hardly feel the bumps.

As the sky gradually darkened, dim lights lit up under the eaves on both sides of the street, the aroma of food wafted from the kitchens of every household, and the sound of swallowing saliva in the car rose and fell.

When the carriage drove near Hejian Academy, the sound of children reading aloud came from the alley.

"The Master said, learning and practicing it from time to time, isn't it a good idea? Isn't it a pleasure to have friends come from afar? Isn't it a gentleman if you don't know it and don't feel stunned?"

"Zengzi said, I reflect on myself three times a day. Are you not loyal to others? Are you not trusting your friends? Are you not accustomed to passing on?"

"The Master said, learn from the past and learn the new, and you can be a teacher. The Master said, learning without thinking is useless, and it is useless."

The sound of reading suddenly stopped, and Zhuge Liang unconsciously read the second half of the sentence, "Thinking without learning is perilous."

With a sound of "squeak", the wooden window was pushed open.

A little boy wearing a tiger-head cotton hat poked his head out of the window, holding a roll of books in his left hand, and a half-eaten winter jujube in his right hand. He rolled his eyes around and finally locked onto the street. On a passing bus.

One big and one small, four eyes facing each other.

The child hurriedly arched his hands and gave a salute, which is a standard Confucian thank you, "Thank you for reminding me, big brother."

The carriage got farther and farther away, and when Zhuge Liang wanted to return the gift, he could no longer see the child who was reciting the book.

He looked at Hejian Academy, which was gradually disappearing in the dim night, and murmured, "It's so young, I can read the Analects of Confucius."

The boy looked like he was only seven or eight years old.

He was wearing a thick padded jacket, but it could be seen that the outer material was not very good.

But the complexion on his face was very good, his eyes were piercing, and he was full of energy.

If it's not a nobleman, then it should be a child from a wealthy family, right?

Zhao Bei sighed: "A doll without a father or a mother is always precocious and sensible. That child looks as old as my A Dou. He knows how to recite the Analects of Confucius and say thank you to you, but my A Dou."

Thinking of the kid at home who picked up rocks and smashed cow dung bags, Zhao Bei waved his hand, "Don't mention it!"