In the following days, He Youyou and Zhao Changqing often read books together.

Zhao Changqing could explain most of the rules and regulations to her in great detail.

Zhao Changqing had a deep understanding of the official system and the military system, in particular.

However, when it came to economic systems, the various terms in the Ministry of Revenue's records shattered Zhao Changqing's composure.

For example, "purchasing grain," "conversion," "opening the market," and "banning monopolies."

"Hanzhang, are you sure you can handle this?" He Youyou looked at him suspiciously.

Zhao Changqing frowned.

He didn't want to admit that he couldn't do it.

"Well... I'll send a letter to the government office and ask them to help explain."

There's no way around it; everyone has their own area of ​​expertise.

Zhao Changqing had never worked in the Ministry of Revenue before, and being a complete novice, he was utterly unfamiliar with the details of these regulations.

He doesn't usually deal with these things, and he doesn't dare to just brush her off.

He Youyou is very shrewd when it comes to details; you can't fool her.

"Alright, that's the only way."

In the afternoon, He Youyou had just woken up from her nap when she saw a scene of chaos.

Zhao Wenqi has gotten himself into trouble again.

I don't know why, but his uncle is spanking him right now.

As the host, He Youyou couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

On her turf, nothing can happen to the children.

She cannot escape responsibility for what happened.

She hurriedly followed them to the room where the two of them were staying.

As soon as I entered, I saw Zhao Changqing pressing his nephew down on his lap, raising his right hand and slapping his buttocks repeatedly.

He Youyou smiled and said, "Oh, busy, huh?"

Zhao Wenqi, who was lying on her lap, reached out his little hand to her for help: "Auntie, save me."

When Zhao Changqing saw her come in, he stopped what he was doing and put Zhao Wenqi on the ground.

What brings you here?

He Youyou said helplessly, "With you two making such a big fuss, how could I not come?"

Zhao Wenqi buried his face in He Youyou's arms: "Auntie, my uncle is so scary."

He Youyou glanced at Zhao Changqing silently.

Zhao Changqing hid his hands behind his back.

"I……"

He's not usually this violent; he's just really angry today.

He Youyou asked in confusion, "What happened? Something that could make you so angry must be something serious."

Zhao Changqing stretched out his arm and pointed at the table.

"Look what he's done."

He Youyou looked in the direction he pointed and saw a bunch of green grass on the table.

"This is……?"

“Wheat seedlings,” Zhao Changqing said irritably.

He Youyou lowered her head and asked Zhao Wenqi, who was clinging to her tightly, "Why are you pulling up the wheat seedlings?"

Zhao Wenqi lowered his head and said weakly, "I want to pull some grass to feed the chickens... I..."

Zhao Changqing retorted angrily, "So you went and pulled up wheat seedlings from someone else's field? From a young age, how... what did your teachers teach you? 'The most important thing for the people is agriculture; the key to good governance lies in nourishing the people, and the governance of nourishing the people must begin with agriculture... People work hard to cultivate the land, relying on this harvest all year round, and you...'"

He Youyou squatted down to be at Zhao Wenqi's eye level: "Wenqi, don't be afraid, tell me what happened."

“Auntie, I didn’t pull it from the field, I pulled it from the edge of the field. I thought it was grass…”

After listening, He Youyou got up, went to the table, picked up the handful of wheat seedlings, and examined them carefully for a moment.

I felt a little uncertain.

He ran out of the house again and grabbed a servant in the courtyard to ask him questions.

The servant looked at the wheat seedling in her hand and said, "Mistress, this is not wheat seedling. This is called club grass, also known as wheat watcher. It usually grows next to wheat fields and looks very similar to wheat seedling."

Alright, the case is solved.

He Youyou turned around with the grass in her hand and said to Zhao Wenqi, who had chased after her, "You got beaten for nothing. You're innocent; this isn't wheat seedlings."

She led Zhao Wenqi into the house and met Zhao Changqing's gaze.

"Governor Zhao, has your family never known crops since childhood? If the children don't, it's because they're too young. But why don't you know them either?"

Zhao Wenqi became arrogant at this moment: "Uncle, you just wronged me. I took this beating for nothing."

He Youyou laughed and said, "Make your uncle apologize to you. Hit him back for how he hit you."

However, Zhao Wenqi had reservations when faced with this opportunity to retaliate: "I am a junior and cannot be disrespectful to my elders. If I hit him, it would be considered an act of insubordination."

"..."

“…Why don’t you call it back for me, Auntie?”

He Youyou: What did you say??

“He just spanked me, so you spank him.” Zhao Wenqi even gestured.

He Youyou said helplessly, "I am a commoner, and he is an official. If you hit him, it is an act of insubordination. If I hit him, it is also an act of insubordination."

Unexpectedly, as soon as He Youyou uttered the words "insubordination," Zhao Changqing suddenly blushed.

He quickly turned around and showed her his back.

"You are innocent."

He Youyou: Huh?

Zhao Wenqi: "Auntie, go ahead and hit her. My uncle told you to hit her."

"real?"

"real."

He Youyou had no choice but to pick up the bundle of grass and slap Zhao Changqing's buttocks a few times from behind.

Zhao Changqing turned his face away, his mouth almost stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

“Alright,” He Youyou said, “Let’s take this grass to the back to feed the chickens.”

With that, he led Zhao Wenqi out the door.

Inside the room, Zhao Changqing rubbed his buttocks and kept grinning foolishly.

Once in the backyard, Zhao Wenqi showed off his eggs to He Youyou.

Over the past few days, I've accumulated more than a dozen.

Because the children wouldn't let them eat eggs, the kitchen had to spend extra money to buy eggs from a nearby village to cook the dishes.

He Youyou asked curiously, "Why did you think of pulling up grass to feed the chickens? Doesn't the kitchen prepare chicken feed for you every day?"

Zhao Wenqi scratched his head: "I picked a few from outside yesterday, and they loved them, so I picked a few more today."

He scattered the grass next to the chicken feeder and waited for the chickens to come and eat it.

Unexpectedly, one or two of them passed by, pecked at the grass a couple of times, and then ran away, seemingly having no interest in the grass at all.

"What happened?" Zhao Wenqi asked, puzzled. "I really liked it yesterday."

He Youyou asked, "What did the grass you brought back yesterday look like?"

Zhao Wenqi couldn't describe it clearly either; he felt that today's grass was almost the same as yesterday's.

He Youyou had no choice but to ask the cook who usually cleaned the chicken coop.

The cook replied, "Yesterday, the young master picked some sorghum from somewhere, and the sorghum stalks were infested with worms. These chickens were all scrambling to eat the worms in the sorghum. But these grasses today don't have any worms, so the chickens don't like to eat them."

Sorghum?!

He Youyou glared at Zhao Wenqi: Your uncle deserved the beating you received! But your uncle was wronged by the two blows I gave him.

(Zhao Changqing said shyly: I'm not wronged either.)

but……

"Where did you get the sorghum from?!"

He Youyou's aura changed drastically, startling Zhao Wenqi.

"I...I'll take you there."