Chapter 32 Jiangnan Hao finished writing the memorial carefully, and Muxue used a silver signature...
After carefully writing the memorial, Muxue picked up the wick with a silver stick and watched the flame flicker. When the ink dried, she prepared to put it in a box according to the method taught by the Fourth Prince and then send it out.
I was watching the lights idly when I suddenly caught sight of the papers piled haphazardly on the table.
I have to put it away later to prepare for the trip. But after putting it away, if she wants to look at it again, it seems to be a bit troublesome. She suddenly understood why the court had to use such a fixed format for submitting memorials. The information passed on by Nanny and Eunuch Zhuang was so messy. Now because the time is short and there are not many documents, it is difficult to find them. But in the future, she will definitely have new documents to pass on information frequently. A lot of them piled together will be really messy.
Maybe she could learn from it? The court must have a reason for using this system. If it wasn't designed reasonably, it wouldn't have been adopted.
Mu Xue thought about it and decided to ask someone to pass a message to her chief secretary, asking him to think carefully about the standard regulations for official documents to be used by the princess's personnel after the situation is stabilized.
The only official assigned to her by the Ministry of Internal Affairs was this Changshi, who should have some experience in this matter.
Speaking of which, I hardly saw this Chief Secretary along the way, so I don't know what he was busy with.
In the side room, Chief Smussen raised a glass of kumis, shook the glass, and sighed deeply.
"I was wrong, I was wrong from the beginning. I shouldn't have had that meal in Mingzhu Mansion. This way, when he was dismissed from office, I wouldn't be implicated. I wouldn't be chosen as the fourth princess's chief official and come to this place, or even go to the farther Mobei."
What's the difference between this and exile? Even if you get a fourth-rank top feather, what's the use?
He smiled bitterly and took a sip of wine, then sighed: "Ah, thinking back then, I was the youngest person to pass the exam, and I had a bright future..."
The chief guard, Tong Shoulu, faced the lamp, carefully wiping his sword, occasionally humming "hmm" to indicate that he was listening.
This was the third time that the Chief Secretary had lamented to Tong Shoulu about his unfortunate fate. He had howled once before leaving the capital, and he had cried once before leaving for Shaohukou. Tonight, as he was about to leave Guihua City and cross the desert Gobi to Mobei, the Chief Secretary began to feel sad again.
Tong Shoulu's attitude has also changed from clumsy comfort at the beginning to turning a deaf ear now.
What's the point of saying this?
He wiped the sword clean and was about to wipe the scabbard when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.
"Master Changshi? Are you ready to take a rest?"
The chief eunuch Yanxi shouted outside.
As the door opened, he was startled by the flash of sword light: "What is this? What are you doing?"
"Wipe the sword, there's dust." Tong Shoulu said.
Yan Xi chuckled with a forced smile. There were two imperial guards in the palace. Huang Zhong was a generous man who often interacted with their eunuchs. But Tong Shoulu had a dull face all day long and never said a word. He deserved that he had not made any progress until now!
After entering the house, he told Chief Smussen the princess's instructions.
"...Think about it carefully on the way. When we reach the Tushetu Khanate, I will report everything to the princess in detail."
Rules of conduct? And document regulations? A princess is too bored to do this. Mu Sen complained in his heart. What kind of thing could be so fussy? Is it to write about greeting some concubine or chatting with some princess? It's really? Looking for trouble.
But he was a man who had been through the officialdom before, so he didn't show it at all and said politely, "I know."
Then, after closing the door, we continued to drink and reminisce about the past. Alas, all the saints and wise men in ancient times were lonely, and only the drinkers left their names.
Tong Shoulu was puzzled: "Sir? You don't want to start writing now?"
"Why are you in such a hurry? There's plenty of time. If I really want to do it, it only takes a few minutes." Mu Sen filled a glass of wine for himself and asked, "Would you like to drink some too?"
Tong Shoulu shook his head and sheathed his sword with a swish. "I'll be on duty tomorrow and I'll have to do some inspections."
The moon sets and the sun rises.
At dawn, the residence of the princess's dowry was bustling with activity. All the tents, big and small, had been packed up. Some people were rushing to eat hot noodles, some were queuing at the well to fill their water bags, and some parents were yelling at their children to stop playing.
Jiang Zhuangtou put his hands in his sleeve pockets and yawned continuously. He was tired from going out to survey the fields, and he had to get up and walk again after sleeping for a while.
He was halfway through yawning when he suddenly saw Mother Zhao. Jiang Zhuangtou quickly stood up and greeted her: "Why are you here so early in the morning?"
The others also greeted Mother Zhao.
"Nothing, you all go and get busy. Hurry up, we'll be leaving soon." Mother Zhao said a few words and looked at Jiang Zhuangtou, "Come with me."
When they came here, they arrived in front of the mansion. Jiang Zhuangtou was puzzled and asked, "Mother Zhao, what's the matter?"
Mother Zhao said calmly: "Maybe? It's a good thing."
The courtyard on this side was obviously more orderly. Several soldiers were pushing two carts of things out on wheelbarrows, and they were talking in low voices.
What good news could it be? Jiang Zhuangtou was nervous and saw Zhuang eunuch at the door. Could it be that something went wrong when surveying the land? No, he could guarantee that the land he chose must be good.
Feeling uneasy like this, he was taken into the house.
The fourth princess was dressed a little differently today. Instead of the cloak she usually wore, she wore a long mandarin jacket and sheepskin boots, dressed like a riding outfit.
"I have something to ask you two," she said. "You two should stay in Guihua City, continue to explore the land, make friends with those Yanxing people, and come up with a charter on how to organize if you really want to farm on that land."
Head of Jiang Zhuang and eunuch Zhuang looked at each other in bewilderment.
So, they don’t have to go north for the time being?
Then the fourth princess took out two locked wooden boxes for them to see. They were obviously made temporarily, not polished carefully, and had rough wooden splinters when held in the hand.
"It's not a big deal to put the box in there. We'll make it later." The princess said, "The important thing is the lock and the key. You can keep one pair of keys here, and I'll have the other pair."
"Just treat it as a memorial from me. Take it and read it yourself. If there is anything important, write it down and put it in a box, and then have someone give it to me."
The two of them naturally agreed readily.
While feeling happy, Jiang Zhuangtou was also a little worried about the position of the manager of his dowry. If he didn't go with him, then that woman, the doctor, would have the final say.
He hesitated and said, "But if we stay, then what if the princess wants to farm near the prince consort's home..."
Mu Xue shook her head and said, "Then why don't we go here?"
It takes people to farm. The people of Yanxing are willing to walk for a few days from Shaohukou to Guihua City, but how many people are willing to walk three thousand miles to the royal court of Tushetu Khan's tribe, Kulun, to farm?
How much land can she cultivate with the people she brought with her as a dowry, excluding the elderly, children and women?
What's more, Kulun is someone else's territory and is not as convenient as Guihua City.
Seeing Jiang Zhuangtou like this, she was a little confused at first. Shouldn't it be a good thing to stay here? Why is he still a little hesitant? After thinking about his motives, she understood a little.
"Don't worry, the position of manager is still yours. Your salary will remain the same. If you draft the rules well and do a good job, I will give you a reward."
Jiang Zhuangtou was completely delighted at this moment: "I will definitely do my job conscientiously."
Eunuch Zhuang asked, "Who should I choose to pass on the message?"
"You will know by then that whoever brings the news can pass it back."
There was a reason why she kept these two people and set up a small Guihuacheng office.
According to the post station's "communication time limit", Guihua City should receive Kangxi's reply within this month. However, by then, she was probably still on the road.
If we wait until Guihua City relays the message, it will take another month or two to get to her. It will take time for someone to come back to Guihua City to deliver the message. If we miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to level the land this year. After all, it is a field that has never been cultivated before. It is difficult to plant without some preparation. But if we wait according to the order and wait until it snows, it will not be done this year and we have to wait until next year. Correspondingly, it will take until the next year for the official cultivation and harvest.
For fear of wasting time, Mu Xue simply left them there to wait for further information.
Before setting off, she went to find General Fei Yanggu and asked him or his subordinates to look after her.
General Fei Yanggu said: "Of course, although I will be returning to Beijing soon, I still have some old subordinates here, and they will definitely take good care of the princess's family."
He called a deputy general and introduced him to Muxue: "This man is called Shuodai, he is from the Zhengbai Banner and is very brave in battle. After I leave, he will temporarily lead the camp. If the princess has anything important to do, you can also look for him."
As he spoke, General Fei Yanggu warned Shuo Dai, "Shuo Dai, you have to take good care of the princess's people, understand?"
The Shuodai general clasped his fists and said, "I will obey your orders!"
Mu Xue nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."
She immediately sensed General Fei Yanggu's kindness and said as she walked out, "Thank you, Mr. Fei."
"Princess, you are too kind," Fei Yanggu stopped and looked at the Fourth Princess, "I know that the Princess is having a hard time."
The princess was about the same age as his youngest daughter. She had a graceful demeanor, quiet, elegant, and a little sad, which reminded him of her elder sister, Empress Xiaoxian, Dong E.
His sister's childhood was spent in Jiangnan. When she was ill, he followed his mother to the palace to visit her. He had only vague memories of other things, except for a pair of white silk fans that his sister placed on the small round table.
It was in Chinese, written by herself. Her wrist was weak due to illness, so her handwriting was not very good. "Everyone says that Jiangnan is beautiful, but tourists should only grow old in Jiangnan." She didn't finish writing these two sentences.
After his sister's funeral, Fei Yanggu occasionally thought of those two sentences and asked the teacher for advice, only then did he know the last two sentences of this short song. The last two sentences are: Don't return home before you are old, returning home will break your heart.
At that time, the fourth princess was drunk and spoke with tears in her eyes. For some reason, Fei Yanggu thought of the white silk fan again.
Fei Yanggu sighed and whispered to the Fourth Princess: "Just in case, I'm just saying just in case, Princess, if you feel something is wrong, come to Guihua City immediately."
The fourth princess looked at him and nodded slowly: "Thank you."
Facing the morning sun, the princess's troops set out, with flags fluttering and the world rolling.
Fei Yanggu stood on a high place and watched the team go to the farther Mobei.
It was April in the human world, and the green grass spread all the way to the sky.
After the princess left, it was time for me to return to Beijing and my hometown.
Fei Yanggu lowered his eyes and saw a strand of fallen white hair on his body. He picked it up with his hand and looked at it quietly for a while.
Sister, it is said that one should not return home before he is old, as it would break one's heart. But your brother has white hair on his temples and is old enough to return home.
However, you who are buried underground will never grow old and will never be able to return to your hometown.
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