Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 337 Extra Story Protector I Cardamom Blossom 5
Jun Beicheng thought for a while: "According to Miss Lan's temper, any officials who offend you should end badly."

Sang Xia casually played with the branch in her hand, and smiled: "It's just that sometimes I can't get used to it. Things that can be done with a raised hand have to be sneaky."

"Referring to the Bianliang snow disaster?"

"Tch, my aunt has traveled all over the world, and she has seen countless stupid officials. The governor of Bianliang can at least hand out the money, and she has a little conscience."

Jun Shubai pursed his lower lip thoughtfully, and said slowly, "Seeing that you are young, you still know a lot, even the basic knowledge of some crops."

"It's just a coincidence."

Jun Shu smiled without saying a word.

He turned his eyes to the faintly seen landscapes in the distance, slowed down his pace, and said in a calm and gentle voice, "Have you thought about how to deal with those bureaucrats?"

The sun shone on Sang Xia, making her whole body transparent and eye-catching. She turned her head to look at him and raised her eyebrows: "Young Master Li should know better than me, right?"

Startled slightly, he looked down at her.

The girl's eyes, which were as clear as dew, stared at her without any hesitation.

Jun Shubai was in a trance for a while, and then he said: "Li just thinks that Miss Lan has a clear mind, and wants to hear Miss Lan's solution to those bureaucratic practices."

"Damn, Mr. Li takes me too seriously." Sang Xia couldn't help laughing, her eyebrows curved and playful, "If I had that ability, I would have been invited to drink tea by the current emperor long ago."

Jun Shubai laughed in a low voice.

Well, talking to this outspoken little girl makes me feel pretty good.

"But I still can't think of what the common people can do," Sang Xia said with a melancholy look, as if she could see her father laughing at her, "It's only a month, if you want to display it on a large scale, It's too late."

For some reason, Jun Shubai stroked her shoulder lightly and said, "Don't worry, you won't be able to eat hot tofu in a hurry, take your time."

Sang Xia subconsciously avoided his big palm, raised her finger and pointed to a small village in the distance, and said with a smile: "Why don't you go and ask them what they mean, you have to convince them to believe you."

Jun Shubai put his hands behind his back, shook them lightly, and nodded lightly.

……

"Come on, come on, you're starving!"

Aunt Buyi walked very fast with her little feet, and brought a large pot of steaming steamed buns, which also contained boiled yam beans, long-lived fruits, small potatoes, and big sweet potatoes.

The table is full of rough tea and light rice, whole grains and miscellaneous grains.

An old man served millet porridge for them. He wore a white scarf on his head, and although his old cotton and linen coat had many patches, it was washed clean.

After washing her hands, the commoner aunt sat down at the table and smiled politely: "Looking at your gorgeous clothes, I don't know if these rough meals can get into your mouth."

"What is rough rice, auntie," Sangxia took a bite of the steamed bread, and picked up the wild vegetables in the small plate with chopsticks, "During the years when I was working in the fields, my favorite food was whole grains, delicious!"

When Auntie Buyi heard this, she was filled with joy, and immediately brought some steamed buns for Sang Xia, enthusiastically: "Come, eat more."

"Thank you," Sang Xia was not polite, and took them all over, and piled them on the table beside her, "I wish there were these side dishes in the restaurant, I can't even buy them."

The old man took a big sweet potato for Jun Shubai and handed it to him: "Come on, young man, this sweet potato is really sweet, try it?"

His hands were a bit rough, the backs of his hands were cracked a few times, his hands were covered with rough calluses, and his palms were covered with palm lines.

Jun Shubai frowned slightly as he looked at the not-so-good-looking sweet potato.

The old man immediately put the sweet potatoes into his bowl, put his rough hands under the table, and smiled honestly: "I've washed my hands, young man, take it yourself."

(End of this chapter)