The Book of Raising Children by Houmen

Chapter 216 I've been punished for my mistakes (2)
"I also understand this truth, but it's too easy to enjoy wealth and honor. I'm so busy in this imperial study all day that my brain hurts, but they enjoy it very much." Zhou Xu snorted coldly, Still muttering: "Especially that Jing Guogong, I can't wait to cut his title now and send him far away!"

Zhou Yi didn't expect that the little emperor went around and pointed the finger at Jing Guogong. He thought that he had really grown up, but it turned out that he just wanted to vent his hatred again.But what happened in the Prince Regent's Mansion that day, if Duke Dingjing indulged his daughter and committed a murder, he could be punished somewhat, but after all, the ministers of the court and central government were all watching, so it seemed that the little emperor was not generous enough.

After all, the emperor's dragon body was fine, and Zhou Yi was able to accept Zhao Jing as his righteous sister because of this incident, and he benefited from it.

Zhou Yi smiled when he heard the words, and said: "If you have done something wrong, you will be punished, and if you have meritorious service, you will be rewarded. The emperor should think about it. What kind of reward should be given to Marquis Wu'an for his triumphant return this time?"

"When he made his triumphant return from northern Xinjiang last time, I had already thought about it, but I just wanted to discuss it with the emperor's uncle and ask him what he meant." The little emperor stood up and walked back and forth in front of the dragon case. He turned his head and said: "Uncle Huang thinks, how about making him a first-class duke?"

"At the beginning of the founding of the country, the first emperor conferred meritorious officials as dukes, firstly to win people's hearts, and secondly to maintain stability. However, it is not easy to confer titles and worship ministers in a peaceful and prosperous age. Besides, Marquis Wu'an has If the Marquis is still alive, if he continues to be granted the title, what reward will he give if he makes meritorious service next time?" Zhou Yi replied unhurriedly, rare that he was a little more patient than before.

But the little emperor also listened seriously, lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment, then raised his head and said: "What the emperor said is true, right now is the time to employ people, and Marquis Wu'an will definitely have a place to use in the future, so what does the emperor mean? "

Zhou Yi's usually stern look was a little dazed, he just frowned for a long time, then suddenly raised his head and said, "Your Majesty, why don't you give him a good relationship."

The little emperor rolled his eyes, looked at Zhou Yi with a little puzzlement, thought for a while and said: "The last time his marriage was given by his mother, and it turned out to be such a big joke, now I understand a truth, It’s better for me not to interfere with this kind of housework.”

Zhou Yi didn't expect that the little emperor who always seemed to be honest would also become a thief, and couldn't help but smile lightly: "The emperor probably doesn't know yet, your Aunt Jing is interested in Marquis Wu'an, right?"

Hearing the words, the little emperor only opened his eyes wide, looked at Zhou Yi in disbelief and said, "Uncle Emperor, are you serious?"

The imperial court got the battle report, and the Marquis of Wu'an naturally received the letter from home. When the old lady heard that Xu Si'an had won the battle again, she happily went to the small Buddhist hall again, as if kneeling and wearing the futon.Zhao Jing took Xu Si'an's letter and flipped through it repeatedly, and finally she felt relieved, but she still couldn't understand what the regent princess said before she died.

The clerk of the outer court has already drawn up 53 contracts. Zhao Jing sat in the meeting room and looked at the terms written on it line by line.After all, these non-domestic slaves are difficult to control. Zhao Jing asked Mama Zhang to send someone to inquire about it in private.For example, Mrs. Song, who is in charge of the sewing room, her daughter-in-law actually opened an embroidery workshop outside. In recent years, the accounts of the sewing room seem to have no problems on the surface, but after careful scrutiny, there are serious problems inside.

The mother-in-law, servants, and maids in the family have two new sets of clothes every season, a total of eight sets a year. Calculated on the basis of 120 people, the sewing room will make a thousand sets of clothes every year.Zhao Jing only turned two or three pages, and then she saw the trickiness here.The clothes of these servant girls are all made according to the middle-aged women with a stature of six feet.But in today's Hou Mansion, the little maid is only thirteen or fourteen years old, and her stature is not yet mature, so there is no need to wear such a big dress, and where does the cloth that has been buckled after finishing the clothes go?

These can still be found out clearly, and the clothes made for Mrs. Xu are even more impossible to check.Zhao Jing can't ask the maid in the old lady's room, how many clothes the old lady makes a year, is it exactly the same as that recorded in this ledger?Besides, the old lady has a saintly temperament, and she doesn't know how many clothes she sent out, so how can she find out?But it's just a bad account.

Zhao Jing closed the ledger, and couldn't help but twitch her eyebrows. Xu Si'an had won a lot on the battlefield, but she was still struggling on the battlefield of the back house!It's just that these things can't be delayed beyond the first day of junior high school, but they can't be delayed until the fifteenth day.She put down the account book of the sewing room, and picked up the signed contract. At this time, the little maid outside came in to answer, saying that Mrs. Song from the sewing room had come.

Zhao Jing raised her head and glanced at Aunt Song. She was the daughter-in-law of Mama Sun's cousin in her hometown. When Old Hou Ye rescued Mama Sun, their family fled to the capital with them. She was only seventeen or eighteen years old at that time. My little daughter-in-law, after so many years, is already in her early forties.

The man leaned towards Zhao Jing tremblingly, with a guilty smile on his face, and said to Zhao Jing: "Mr. Zhao, look for me!"

(End of this chapter)