This is the difference between Han Wenzheng and the Second Prince.
With no one to rely on, the only option is to be self-reliant and strong.
Han Wenzheng didn't have a single person around him who could give him advice.
They can only make decisions on their own, and are good at making decisions on their own.
Unlike the second prince, who grew up surrounded by people and had many people taking care of everything related to him.
Han Wenzheng's life trajectory was full of obstacles, yet his direction remained steadfast.
Everyone should draw a line on the Second Prince's life trajectory to firmly bind him in the right direction.
He was the only one who broke free, always hopping back and forth on the growth path drawn for him by others.
“Mother, I have something to say, which may be offensive. I hope you will forgive my unfilial behavior.”
Han Wenzheng knelt down again.
He Youyou: ……
Zhao Changqing, aren't you related to the imperial family? Could you please speak to the emperor and ban kneeling throughout the country?
"Get up first..."
“Mother, I believe that the insect infestation should not be concealed. We must report it to the government and have them issue a document to exterminate the insects as soon as possible. Perhaps this will save the seedlings and reduce the damage.”
He Youyou was stunned: "Ah, you're right. But, is that all? What's there to be ashamed of, that you'd kneel down and beg for my forgiveness?"
Han Wenzheng stared at her blankly: "Didn't Mother want to stockpile sorghum during the disaster? If the pests are dealt with in time and the crops are not damaged, won't that affect Mother's ability to make money? The sorghum Mother stockpiled will be useless..."
"Oh no... don't think of me as a shady merchant who hoards and speculates..."
"You wouldn't dare!"
Thump—
I knelt down again.
He Youyou: This child is quite suited to be an official... really...
However, this idea of his also shows that although he can talk the talk, he lacks practical experience.
“Son, even if I report to the authorities as soon as possible and get rid of the pests, it won’t affect my ability to make money.”
Han Wenzheng asked doubtfully, "Is what Mother said true?"
"Think about it, with your... with the organizational capacity and communication efficiency of our government, it will probably take several days for this news to reach the people layer by layer. Even if we can organize manpower and resources to kill the pests, a reduction in sorghum production is a foregone conclusion. It won't be a total loss, but it will be a partial loss. By summer and autumn, the price of sorghum will definitely rise. As long as Cheng Tingrui listens to me, I can just lie back and wait to get my share of the profits at the end of the year."
Han Wenzheng suddenly realized: "I see, Mother is right."
"You really trust Cheng Tingrui that much?" someone chimed in from the side.
"Hmm, you know what, when it comes to making money, I actually believe him."
Suddenly, an unnamed resentment filled the room.
"Mother, how big do you think the losses will be this time?"
He Youyou thought for a moment: "Sorghum is not like rice or wheat; it's not a staple food. Not much sorghum rice is used for eating; it's mainly used for brewing. It's more like an economic crop, and each household doesn't grow a large amount. There will certainly be losses, but they won't fundamentally damage the industry. Besides, when the price of sorghum rises in the fall, the increase will be enough to compensate for some of the farmers' losses."
Thinking of this, she suddenly slapped her thigh.
"Hey! Quick, Ahri, write another letter for me."
"Yes, Mother, what should I write?"
"Write to Minzhi and tell him to buy all the best sorghum liquor in the city!"
Han Wenzheng always thought that once he passed the imperial examination, he would use his official salary to support his mother and repay her kindness. What a fulfilling thing that would be!
But at that moment, he suddenly realized that he was overthinking it and it was unnecessary.
His salary increase rate may not keep up with the rate at which his mother earns money.
Or rather, his mother didn't need his money at all.
Besides money, what else could he give his mother?
All that's left is status and glory.
“Mother, I will definitely strive to earn a first-rank imperial title for you.”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Changqing suddenly felt an urge to interject—
Ah Li, you don't actually need to work so hard. Even a princess consort can be granted the rank of first grade by the emperor.
Only He Youyou was completely confused: We're talking about making money, why are you suddenly setting a goal?
Two letters were sent to Cheng Tingrui in the city by express horse.
However, Han Wenzheng's attempt to report the matter to the government was somewhat complicated.
How to establish contact with the government?
If we go there rashly, they probably won't take us seriously.
He Youyou thought, Ma Xiuyuan seems to have someone in the government office, why not ask him to deliver a message?
Alternatively, Cheng Tingrui has a wide network of connections, so you could ask him.
As they were discussing this, they heard Zhao Changqing clear his throat.
“I have connections in the government office.”
He Youyou's eyes sparkled: "Hanzhang..."
Zhao Changqing was extremely pleased.
“But tomorrow is the last day of the Qingming holiday, and you have to go back to the Youzhou military camp. You can’t come into the city with us. Why don’t you write a letter and we can take it to the government office ourselves?”
Zhao Changqing: Why bring up something you shouldn't talk about? We were having a great chat, why bring up work?
But he had no choice but to write a visiting card and hand it to He Youyou.
"Tomorrow when you return to the city, take this visiting card to Xie Zhihong, the prefect of Jizhou. He should be willing to see you once he sees my name."
That night, everyone in the room was tidying up and packing their luggage.
Those who return to Youzhou, return to Youzhou; those who return to Jizhou, return to Jizhou.
Zhao Wenqi insisted on bringing his pet rooster.
“Zhao Xiaohua can’t bear to part with me, so I have to take it with me.”
The housekeeper had someone find a chicken coop and put the chicken in there.
Zhao Changqing instructed Zhao Wenqi: "Qi'er, you must not be willful or mischievous while you are with your aunt. You must listen to her in everything."
Zhao Wenqi nodded: "Yes, yes, I will definitely listen to my aunt."
Early the next morning, they set off simultaneously from both directions.
He Youyou led the children onto the carriage, while Zhao Changqing and Zuo Ming mounted their horses.
He Youyou leaned out of the window and waved to the distance: "Hanzhang, have a safe journey."
Zhao Changqing sat on his horse, his lips stiff and motionless, his eyes deep and his expression complex.
"Master, it's time to go," the left guard urged.
The ears heard, but the body remained still.
The left guard couldn't bear to look and turned his head away: I shouldn't be here... I'm superfluous...
He Youyou waved her hand for a long time, but Zhao Changqing still didn't move and just stared at her quietly. She couldn't understand it either.
Does this mean they want to send her away?
Okay, she can go first.
He Youyou gave instructions to the coachman, who then cracked his whip to urge the horse on.
When Zhao Changqing saw the carriage move, his gaze deepened.
He gripped the reins tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.
"Sir, let's go. It's not like we'll never see each other again. Come often in the future."
Zhao Changqing said sadly, "Her mansion in the city... even Steward Qian wouldn't let me in."
This old Qian...
If he had known he was siding with outsiders, he shouldn't have...
"My lord, are you confused? Things are different now. The Second Prince is with the Mistress. Just say you're here to visit the child, and who would dare stop you from coming in?"
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