What kind of person is He Youyou?
Zhao Changqing felt that He Youyou was a highly contagious person, comparable to a plague.
In a short period of time, almost her entire family had been infected by her.
Zhao Changqing led Zhao Wenyi back to the main hall.
Tell He Youyou: "Minister Qu said that the child's father has gone out and won't be able to come for a while, so the child will stay at our house for a few days."
He Youyou: "Our home? Your home or mine?"
Zhao Wenyi said with a grin, "Auntie, I want to stay here with you."
Zhao Changqing quickly covered his mouth: "This place is too small for him. He can go next door and sleep with me."
He Youyou had the same idea: "That would be best, saving me the trouble of cleaning the house again."
However, Zhao Wenyi stayed at the He family's house until after dinner before returning to the Yue Prince's Mansion.
Zhao Changqing was the same.
The Left Guard simply informed the cooks in the Prince Yue's residence that they were on holiday for the next few days and could all go out and have fun.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Changqing praised, "Well done. No need to prepare breakfast; we'll just go next door for a free meal first thing tomorrow morning."
The next day, the uncle and nephew entered the He family's gate early in the morning.
After having breakfast, Ali went back to school.
The uncle and nephew made an excuse to have tea and stayed to chat.
He Youyou said, "Steward Xin from Qi Wang's place will be coming over to talk to me about serious business soon. I don't have time to deal with you two. Why don't you two go play somewhere else?"
"It's alright, we'll just listen here."
Zhao Wenyi nodded solemnly: "Exactly."
"Alright then."
Helpless, He Youyou had someone set out a table full of snacks, melon seeds, and tea for them.
When Steward Xin arrived, he was greeted by a scene resembling a tea party.
He Youyou invited him to sit at the table.
How could Steward Xin dare?
He glanced at the King of Yue with utmost respect, his eyes conveying a clear meaning.
The person sitting at the table is a prince. Are you asking me to sit at the table?
Luckily, he didn't know Zhao Wenyi, otherwise he would have been lying on the ground.
He Youyou said impatiently, "Just sit down when I tell you to. Why are you looking at him? We're here to talk about serious business. He's just here to watch the show."
Manager Xin then sat down cautiously.
I didn't dare sit all the way up.
He pulled the chair back a bit, only sitting on half of his buttocks.
It can attack or defend, stand or kneel.
It implies several possible variations in subsequent moves.
Seeing that he was seated, He Youyou stopped talking nonsense.
He swept all the snacks and melon seeds in front of him toward Zhao Changqing.
Next, he took out the notebook and pen he had prepared beforehand and placed them in front of him.
"Steward Xin, what grievances do you have against Prince Qi? Speak now."
"yes."
This situation startled Crown Prince Zhao Wenyi.
Are these two people in front of me going to talk badly about the Seventh Prince behind his back?
Steward Xin: "King Qi doesn't know anything about business; he's just making a mess of things."
He Youyou: "Hmm, that hits the nail on the head. Please elaborate."
Zhao Wenyi: Talking behind the backs of imperial relatives is disrespectful...
Zhao Changqing patted him reassuringly: You'll get used to it.
Manager Xin's complaints were met with a response from He Youyou, which immediately encouraged her and made her desire to express herself even stronger.
He expressed his dissatisfaction with the King of Qi from multiple perspectives.
He Youyou listened quietly, occasionally chiming in with a few words.
Although she enjoys lecturing others, she would never easily interrupt them when they are talking at length.
Only those who respect others will earn respect in return.
She listened and took notes at the same time.
While Manager Xin was telling his story, he also included some of his own opinions and suggestions, which He Youyou focused on recording.
After he finished speaking, He Youyou discussed each of his suggestions one by one.
If human communication is a collision of thoughts, then sparks fly during that collision.
So, Zhao Changqing and Zhao Wenyi were essentially watching a performance of iron flower fireworks.
The back-and-forth exchanges were fascinating.
The sky was filled with sparks.
"Does Madam mean to say that all farm tools should be made by blacksmithing?"
"Yes, forged farm tools are more durable and more cost-effective for farmers."
"But the labor cost for forging is relatively high, so I'm afraid it won't sell well?"
"Costs can be saved from other places."
"There's nowhere else to save money."
"What about taxes? Can't the imperial court reduce the taxes it collects? Also, since the imperial court encourages land reclamation, could it provide some subsidies for agricultural tools? If the imperial court could provide subsidies, wouldn't the costs be reduced?"
Steward Xin: "You're really something, trying to take advantage of the imperial court. Do you think the court will listen to you?"
He Youyou said seriously, "Your Prince Qi has connections in the court, reaching directly to the emperor. Anyway, he's not good at anything else, so that's his only value."
King Qi, you're incompetent in ability, incompetent in your profession, what else do you have?
All that's left is his royal status.
It's like a mascot; you can bring it out for a spin at crucial moments, and it can also serve as an ambassador for friendly exchanges.
“If that’s not enough…” He Youyou turned to look at Zhao Changqing, “there’s also a prince, so one plus one should be greater than one, right?”
Zhao Changqing was torn between his teeth, unsure whether to spit out the melon seed or swallow it.
Just then, He Youyou came over again: "Your Highness, this is a great thing that benefits the country and the people, and it won't do the court any harm. Think about it, if the people can use cheap and durable farming tools, how can the land reclamation speed be slow?"
Zhao Changqing spat out a melon seed, raised his chin, and said, "Are you begging me?"
“I’m trying to help you. The court belongs to the Zhao family. If the people are well, the court is well, and if the court is well, you will be well.”
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