Xie Zhihong froze for a moment, but ultimately said nothing more.

He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your trouble, sir."

In officialdom, one is often not in control of one's own destiny.

Every word and action is on the lips of others.

Xie Zhihong followed Minister Jia, one step behind, and silently walked out of the palace.

In the following days, it rained heavily for several days in a row.

The autumn wind is chilly, and the air is biting cold.

The streets were muddy, so He Youyou didn't want to go out and stayed at home to keep warm.

On the small charcoal stove were two earthenware jars, from which white steam continuously rose.

A thumping sound came from the courtyard.

Next came the Second Prince's sweet, childlike voice.

"Auntie, Auntie, we're here..."

He called out in a drawn-out voice.

He Youyou sat up from the couch, and as soon as she got up, she saw the little figure rushing in like a whirlwind.

Zhao Changqing followed behind, carrying a basket in his hand.

The basket was full of Zhao Wenqi's toys and other items.

He Youyou smiled and invited them to sit down. She poured out most of a cup from the earthenware jar and placed it on the table next to Zhao Wenqi.

"Hurry up and have something hot to warm you up."

The earthenware pot contains milk, with added brown sugar and red dates, and has been boiled.

We prepared in advance because we knew they were coming today.

Zhao Wenqi held the cup and carefully took a small sip: "It's delicious, thank you, Auntie."

Zhao Changqing raised an eyebrow: "Why don't I have any?"

He Youyou pointed to another pottery jar: "Yours is in that jar, do it yourself."

Zhao Changqing was speechless.

This is treating him like a prince is really disrespectful.

However, he didn't say anything, obediently walked over, took the earthenware pot, and poured a cup.

The aroma of tea fills the air.

“It’s Wuyi Mountain black tea.” He Youyou pushed her cup over so he could pour her a cup as well.

Zhao Changqing tasted it and said with satisfaction, "It has a very strong aroma."

After drinking tea for a while, Zhao Changqing took out a few sheets of paper from his pocket and handed them to He Youyou.

"What you want."

He Youyou took it, quickly glanced at it, and smiled, "Thank you for your trouble."

He looked at a few more pages carefully, then looked up and said, "As expected of the King of Yue, he has recorded very detailed information here."

"What do you need the data on the Seventh Prince's ironware business for?"

He Youyou smiled faintly: "I want to see if this wild boar can actually handle delicacies, and whether Zhao Changyi will ruin the ironware monopoly."

She put away the few pages of information, planning to look at them more carefully when she got back to her space that evening.

Turning my head, I saw Zhao Wenqi playing with toys next to me.

They're still playing with the same few farm tool models.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly: Poor thing, if this were modern times, you could play with construction vehicles, cars, trains, large airplanes, spaceships...

The current conditions are unfair to the children.

Feeling sorry for him, she took out the picture book again and showed it to Zhao Wenqi.

"Wenqi, are you tired of those toys you have? How about we make some new ones?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wenqi replied, "I haven't gotten tired of it, but I want something new."

OK.

I admire this spirit of dissatisfaction.

She and Zhao Wenqi flipped through the picture book, making marks and noting down all the missing items, preparing to take them outside to find a carpenter to make models.

As she flipped through the pages, a sudden inspiration struck He Youyou.

Could this thing be made into a modular building block?

Not only can you hold it in your hand and play with it, but you can also disassemble it into parts and then reassemble it, which helps develop children's hands-on skills.

He Youyou shared her thoughts with Zhao Changqing.

Zhao Changqing found it very interesting, so he put away the illustrated guide and prepared to ask the palace's official craftsmen about it.

The palace had skilled craftsmen who crafted items for the emperor year-round.

If they can't make it, even folk artisans will probably struggle.