People in Terra, governing a weird little country

After all, this was Wei Yanwu's commission. If I asked my brothers and sisters to do it, who knows what they would think. But the old man was of the same generation as Wei Yanwu, so he definitely understood what Wei Yanwu was thinking.

It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t understand, as long as Shi Huaiya thinks he understands.

How could Shi Huaiya not understand his grandfather's mentality? Stubborn, he wanted to save face but suffered. Even if he suffocated himself to death, he would never admit that he could not guess Governor Wei's thoughts!

Picking up the phone receiver, Shi Huaiya pressed the "1" speed dial button.

After the third beep, an extremely old voice sounded in the receiver:

"Beatrix? What's going on?"

"Grandpa, Governor Wei gave me a task."

The old man laughed, somewhat disdainfully: "Then go and finish it. Why are you calling me?"

He has always disagreed with Shi Huaiya's self-willed decisions, and giving up the opportunity to study further in Victoria, returning to Lungmen to join the Guards and become a superintendent was Shi Huaiya's biggest self-willed decision.

In the past, when this matter was mentioned, Shi Huaiya would definitely argue with her grandfather. But this time, she had a "legitimate reason" and was not angry at all. Instead, she simply replied:

"Then I will tell Chief Wei that the Shihuaiya Group has rejected your request. You should find someone else to publish this book."

After she finished speaking, she did not hang up the phone immediately. Instead, she put down the receiver, waited quietly for five seconds, then picked up the receiver again and put it to her ear.

As expected, the old voice spoke again at the perfect moment: "Wait. What does Wei Yanwu want you to do?"

Beatrix Szewyar smiled complacently and replied, "He asked Szewyar to help publish a fictional science fiction novel called "The History of the Nations of Ersle". He also specified that he wanted the best publisher and editor, and to arrange the best resources."

"The History of the Nations of Erzrei?" the old man repeated. "I've never heard of this name. Did he say why?"

Shi Huaiya recalled what Fenchanglong had said and said, "Uh, no. But Chen Huijie said that Commander Wei was so absorbed in reading the manuscript that he forgot to eat and sleep for three days. When he gave the manuscript to her, he was reluctant to part with it and kept a copy."

"Tsk, what is Wei Yanwu doing?"

The old man muttered something in a low voice, and Shi Huaiya pretended that she heard nothing.

After a moment, he said, "Send me a copy of the manuscript. I want to see what it's about."

"The manuscript is on paper, there is no digital version." Shi Huaiya said.

The old man laughed as if he was amused, and asked, "Why? Are all those typists employed by the group salary thieves? Leave it to them, I want to see the contents of this book today!"

Shi Huaiya shrugged and replied, "I understand."

After hanging up the phone, she curled her lips and said to herself: "Who can't keep up with the times?"

"The group employs a group of people to type one word at a time, why not just print in color?"

..........

In the evening, lying in the bedroom that had been converted into a more advanced one than the top hospitals, the old man's terminal lit up as he wished, and received the electronic version of a document titled "History of the Nations of Ersle".

The layout is neat and the table of contents is clear. It is obvious that the typists have put a lot of thought into restoring the original flavor of the manuscript to the greatest extent possible.

The old man projected the document on the terminal onto the computer screen hanging on a bracket in front of him with satisfaction. Just as he was about to read it, he noticed a problem.

"After reading the basic worldview of this book, Yan people, please start reading from the [Ancient Civilizations - China] page. Will this be the best reading experience?"

He flipped through the table of contents and found that this part of the content did exist, but he couldn't find it in the main text.

He suddenly remembered what the poet Huaiya said: "Wei Yanwu was reluctant to part with the manuscript and kept it privately."

It seems that she did not exaggerate or lie.

Does Wei Yanwu really think so highly of this book?

He looked skeptical.

Since there is no chapter suitable for Yan Country, I might as well start from the beginning.

He thought this way, and after reading the introduction and the first paragraph of the text, he immediately started to read the first civilization of "Es - Ancient Civilization Chapter".

[Ess - Egyptian Mythology]

"Although they are in the desert, the existence of rivers and floodplains allows a small number of people to establish a stable social order and gradually believe that they are God's destined choice and have innate, noble rights given by God. They even believe that they themselves are the incarnation of God!"

"These pharaohs who claimed to be the incarnation of Ra (the sun god mentioned above) on earth loudly announced their status as the ruler of everything and their unlimited power - nothing is impossible for the pharaoh on earth! Everything is in my palm!"

For some reason, when he saw this sentence, a smile suddenly emerged in the old man's heart. It seemed to remind him that he should laugh out loud and unbridled to show the arrogance and arrogance of these people who called themselves "Pharaohs" at that moment.

"Kryptonhahahahahaha!"

The old man did not resist this feeling, but instead cooperated with it.

With the hearty laughter that he had not experienced for a long time, he suddenly understood Wei Yanwu's feelings.

This book is indeed interesting.

Although the doctor reminded him that he needed to go to bed early given his physical condition, reading a book shouldn't take up much time, right?

Watch it for a while longer, an hour.

I'll be asleep in an hour!

............

The next day, Shi Huaiya received a call from her brother, who started to question her.

"What did you give grandpa yesterday?"

"The doctor said that grandpa seemed to be possessed by a demon. He stayed up all night watching the computer. If it weren't for his laughter that was so loud and penetrating that the soundproof wall couldn't stop it and alarmed the doctor who was resting next door, I'm afraid he would have died suddenly from excessive fatigue today and would have been transferred directly from the ward to the funeral home!"

Shi Huaiya was stunned by the scolding. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't find any ideas for a while. She could only use the way that netizens liked. She opened her mouth wide, raised her pink tongue slightly, and said with innocence and incredibleness in her stunned eyes:

"what?"

Chapter 74: Xinteleya Prepares to Attack

Kjerag, Tukarim, Kjerag Government Office Building.

Time always passes quickly in the Snow Country. In the blink of an eye, the Harvest Festival is already approaching tomorrow.

Ernst has been very busy recently, and the consumption of tea in the office has reached an all-time low. This has made Xinteleya's work much easier.

After all, government procurement and other things have always been handled by Xinteleiya.

But Xinteleya was not idle either. She had been preparing for tomorrow's Harvest Festival for a long time.

Ever since she learned about the tradition of the Harvest Festival, she has already drawn up a complete plan to "put on a snow leopard"!

Whether it was sneaking up the mountain in advance to ask Ernst's sister, Miss Enya from Manzhuyuan, what Ernst was interested in, or taking out some of the savings he had accumulated over the years as a knight and asking the caravan of Kalan Trade to secretly bring some "gifts" for him, or specifically greeting Holhaiya and asking her not to appear next to Ernst on the Harvest Festival.

Xinteleya asked herself, she has done the best in the preliminary preparations!

Just waiting for the snow leopard to take the bait!

After gently knocking on the door of the Prime Minister's office, Hinterea poked her head in and looked at Ernst, who was sitting alone at his desk, scratching his head while holding a pen and looking at a blank paper. She asked expectantly:

"Boss, boss?"

Ernst came back to his senses, raised his head and looked at Xinteleya:

"What's wrong? Is anyone looking for me?"

Xinteleya rushed in, closed the door calmly, blinked and smiled, and asked in a low voice:

"No, no, I just want to ask, do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? Isn't tomorrow the Harvest Festival?"

When Ernst mentioned this day, his brows furrowed tightly.

If it was any other day it would be fine, but for the Harvest Festival schedule, he really knew it by heart.

"You have to get up at five in the morning to pick up Vina who is coming back from Longmen. From eight to ten in the morning, you have to go to the Holy Stone Square on the Holy Mountain to lead the Yelagund Great Prayer with your sister. From eleven to twelve, you have to hold the annual meeting with Ensiodis, Actoros, and Latatos at the Manzhu Courtyard. From twelve to two, you have to have lunch. At two-thirty, you have to go to Joyce to check this year's accounts and prepare to pay you wages. Because it is the first time, it may take a little longer. At four, you have to start preparing for the Harvest Festival party. At six, you have to host the party and it will last until nine at night."

After speaking eloquently about a long list of things to do, Ernst took a breath and looked at Hinterea with an innocent expression.

In fact, the schedule just mentioned is already a rough outline. Who knows how long it will take to complete this series of tasks.

In particular, some of these events were either the first time Ernst participated in them, or the first time they happened in the entire Kjerag, and no one had any experience.

Not to mention, Ernst planned to give everyone a surprise.

When Vina came back, she brought back lanterns, window decorations, firecrackers and fireworks. Simple items like lanterns and window decorations could be handed over to the people of Kjerag to hang and post themselves, but things like firecrackers and fireworks, if not handled properly, would not only be lethal but could even trigger avalanches, so Ernst had to be on hand to guide or even do it himself.

Fortunately, his parents and his elder brother, Boss Yin, had good vision. The location of the town of Tukarim was very particular. It was located on a rare flat land in the territory of the Shivaash family. There were no high mountains with thousands of years of snow around. Even if an avalanche really happened, it would not affect the town at all.

Because it is pocket-sized enough.

As for the roads outside the town that affect traffic, there is even less to worry about.

Because there is no such thing.

The only railway line that might be affected was the one that was developed after two generations of hard work by the Shivaash family. Thanks to the foresight of the Snow Leopard family, the snow had been cleared and hazards were removed during the construction of the railway line.

As a result, Ernst had to squeeze out some time from his already busy schedule to accompany Vina to set up the fireworks.

So, when Ernst heard Xinteleya coming to ask him about tomorrow's plans, although he knew that she probably had no ill intentions, he still felt sad in his heart.

What? It's a big deal that civil servants have holidays? Are you bullying me, a religious saint, who has no holidays all year round?

Xinteleya did not notice the resentment in Ernst's eyes. She was performing a simple calculation in her mind at this moment.

"Ernst's schedule is full tomorrow = Ernst is not free = I can't ask him out = I can't give him the gift I prepared = I can't improve the Snow Leopard Prince's favorability = all my preparations are in vain!"

Shaking her head violently, Xinteleya forced herself to forget the terrifying substitution equation in her mind, looked at Ernst, and asked pleadingly:

"Well, you don't have any vacation?"

Hey, you're just bringing up something that's not relevant to the topic, right?

Am I usually too kind to you? I think you have never seen the dark hand of your boss!

Ernst rolled his eyes. "No. As the Prime Minister of the Kjerag government, I am a civil servant and I have holidays just like you. But I have to attend all activities of the appeal as the [Son of Kalan] except for the payment of wages."

"Why, you don't want money?"

Xinteleya opened her mouth, but didn't dare to respond to this.

She doesn't want money, why does she come to work? To realize the value of life, to exercise the spirit of enduring hardship?

Admit it, although Snow Leopard is indeed delicious, she hasn't really tasted the cheese inside. If she even gives her salary to Ernst at this time, wouldn't that be a dog bootlicker?

And, most importantly, even if she doesn't want salary, the other few people will.

Among them, even if we put aside Joyce, the taciturn Minister of Finance who hardly leaves her office, the rest, whether it is Holhaiya who can enter and leave the Prime Minister's office at will, or Vina who has been very close to Ernst recently, or Lola who has the "home field" buff, they all have special skills!

In comparison, Xinteleiya felt that she had no advantages in "all aspects". If she gave up her salary, she would not even have the opportunity to show her "superb emotional intelligence"!

Seeing that Xinteleya chose to remain silent, Ernst shrugged and smiled comfortingly:

"It's okay, I was just joking. No matter how busy I am, I will still pay you."

"You don't have to look so sad. You'll be off work in a few hours. Enjoy your rare vacation. We'll have a lot to do next year."

"I......"

Xinteleya pursed her lips and gritted her teeth and said:

"Then boss, do you have any plans after nine o'clock tomorrow night?"

"After nine?" Ernst blinked, somewhat puzzled by Hinterea's insistence, but still answered truthfully, "In theory, I should prepare for the Holy Hunt tomorrow morning, but preparation is just like studying before an exam. It may or may not have any effect, but the important thing is to comfort myself. So... I guess I have."

"Then please give me an hour and we'll make a deal!"

Xinteleya said seriously,

"Don't refuse, I want to give you a surprise too!"

Ernst was slightly startled, then nodded with relief:

"Then I'll look forward to it."

Chapter 75 Ernst's Speech

Harvest Festival.

Kjerag is one of the few large festivals. It is also one of the few festivals in this religious country that praises both Yelagund and the working people.

It was late at night, and the lights in Shelag's simple government office building were basically off. Both Holhaiya and Joyce had left work early and started their vacation.