Wang Li instructed his subordinates to go to inform the temple and let the scholar enter the Dali Temple, but Wang Li did not go in person, so he let the temple receive the money. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Although the Inspectorate investigated hundreds of officials, the wind was heard, but it was not really so unkind, as long as it did not cross the line, three or five taels of silver, it was worth saying something.

When the scholar came out to visit the wife of the Marquis of Anguo, he was brought to Wang Li, who saw that the scholar was not consciously nervous or relieved, and waited for the scholar to salute and report to his home.

"Zhou Wenhe, who was born in the late year, met Wang Yushi."

There are two to three inspectors in each of the inspectorates, and Wang Li is in charge of Henan Province, but he doesn't mean to talk much, he only says: "Mrs. Anguo Hou Shizi is involved in the case, although it is okay for you to come to visit her, but I need to ask." ”

"Wang Yushi, excuse me."

Wang Li asked Zhou Wenhe when he entered Beijing and how he met Mrs. Anguo Hou Shizi, and when he heard that Zhou Wenhe and Anguo Hou Shizi had only met a few times from afar, and had not even been in contact, he knew that he was just one of the admirers of Mrs. Anguo Hou Shizi. Mrs. Anguo Hou Shizi is beautiful and talented, and there are many admirers, so Wang Li didn't ask more questions and ordered someone to send Zhou Wenhe out.

"Tell Su Liqing to check."

"Yes."

Turning around, Wang Li went to Dali Temple Shaoqing Zhang Boyin to discuss the case, and after the discussion was completed, he returned to the Inspectorate for filing, Su Liqing had already checked Zhou Wenhe, and came to Wang Li: "Wang Yushi, Zhou Wenhe is a native of Luyi County, Qian County, and arrived in Beijing in April for the Autumn Wai, and he met with Mrs. Hou Shizi of Anguo at the Dragon Boat Festival during the Duanyang Festival. Later, he met at the Peony Flower Society and the Zhoushan Poetry Society, and there was no other contact, but Zhou Wenhe wrote a few poems to Mrs. Hou Shizi of Anguo, but they were only circulated among a few scholars. ”

Wang Li nodded, since there is really no doubt, he can put it away.

Su Liqing didn't know what it was, and he said a lot before leaving: "Many people say that Zhou Wenhe is very affectionate, but it's funny, that Zhou Wenhe has a childhood sweetheart fiancée in Luyi County, which I heard about with Zhou Wenhe and a few people in the same county." Before leaving Henan Road, how good was the fiancée of the childhood sweetheart of Riridao, and how long had he been in the capital, he left his fiancée behind, and he was full of newcomers in his heart. ”

When Wang Liliang glanced at it, Su Liqing was numb, his mouth said "farewell", and he smeared oil under his feet. Outside the door, Su Liqing's face was full of "Where am I, what's wrong with me, who am I talking to just now" like a dream.

Not long after, Wang Li's subordinate official Zhang Yecheng came in and said: "Imperial history, Dali Temple has just delivered a word, and at the beginning of tomorrow, the three law divisions will be interrogated in the same hall as Mrs. Anguo Hou Shizi." ”

"Okay." Wang Li agreed, and after a while, he raised his head, "What, is there anything else?" ”

Zhang Yecheng laughed dryly: "Just now I passed in front of the Imperial History Mansion, and I seemed to see the people of the Lingtang waiting outside the mansion, thinking that I had heard that the Imperial History had returned, and I was waiting for the Imperial History." ”

When Wang Li was more than two years old, his father died of illness, and before he could show filial piety, his mother sorted out the dowry and returned to her parents' house to marry again, but she was worried about becoming ill and leaving her husband's resignation, and went out of the cabinet again as her mother's adopted daughter. This is just a fig leaf, in fact, there are broken things inside, and everyone who has a little dealings in Beijing doesn't know, but they don't say it, they just don't know.

In the early years, when Wang Li's grandmother was still there, his mother had no contact with the Wang family, and the old lady Wang passed away the year before last, and soon his mother came to the door, and Wang Li has not paid attention to it.

"Anything else?" Wang Li didn't have the slightest wave in his heart, he complained about it when he was a child, thought about it and looked forward to it, and now everything has been wiped out by the years.

"No, my subordinates retired." Zhang Yecheng quickly stepped out of the door, and couldn't help shaking his head when he arrived outside the door, it was really a scripture that was difficult to read.

After Zhang Yecheng left, Wang Li's hand paused, although he had no resentment in his heart, he couldn't get close, but only embarrassed, especially when his mother appeared in front of him with a few so-called younger siblings. Seeing that there are many fears and resentments, it is better not to see each other, Wang Li's sex rested in the government office and did not return home.

On this night, it was a dense rain, crackling on the roof, and the fragrance of the white orchid trees with sparse flowers filled. When Wang Li looked up, there was an unknown bird on the branch that had been very badly drenched in the rain, as if it was injured and could not fly, and shrank under the flowers and leaves, and almost fell down several times.

When the bird finally couldn't catch it and fell, it didn't fall to the ground, but landed in Wang Li's slightly wet hands......

At this time, it did not rain in Luyi County, the bright moon rose in the middle of the sky, and the air was full of the fragrance of flowers in the moon season. When she was about to go to bed at night, she glanced at the finished moon flower candy, which had not melted at all, and was still a grain of red and red sugar stained with dried moon petals.

Chunliu: "The color is really beautiful, like rouge." ”

"It's just pretty." It's white sugar wrapped in crushed petals, or a slight floral fragrance, but it doesn't add any unique flavor. Meng Youxin said: I'm just in a panic, how do I know that Miss Boudoir is so difficult to do, even if you go out, you can't go around.

It wasn't until this time, nothing pressed on her, and she remembered the benefits of the Internet era, you must know that she had read that the air in the Ming Dynasty was good, and the melons, fruits, vegetables, poultry, meat and eggs were natural and organic, and it was completely heaven, heaven! Now, she feels that her soul has been hollowed out, and she lives like a pig all day long.

The next day, when Master Meng went out, he had to bring Meng Yue, who had to be familiar with the family in advance. Although Master Meng said, "It's good for the girl's family to play around, why should you suffer from this burden", he was obviously very happy that Meng Yue was familiar with the family business in advance.

"The weaver has already woven all the tributes, and the Father needs to work with the stewards today to inspect the tributes again. After today's inspection, it can be handed over to the yamen tomorrow, and after paying this batch of tribute, we will arrange to weave a few batches of cotton satin this year, and it will be about October, and this year's goods will be finished. Then there is the preparation of the tribute and summer cloth for the next spring. Along the way, Master Meng talked carefully with Meng about various arrangements, and soon arrived at the weaving workshop.

The stewards of the weaving workshop all recognized Meng Yue, and each said hello, so he led the father and daughter to the warehouse to see the tribute. The spring tribute is called the transparent soft silk yarn, and the autumn tribute is called double-sided woven brocade, and each color has its own name. The finely ground out of the draft, compared with the cotton cloth, is really much finer, the whole piece is opened, it can be described as a flower, magnificent.

"This year's raw silk is much better, and with the improved looms, the satin is thicker and tighter. Only the lady said that she added cashmere thread, but she has not yet found a clue, and the thread woven by cashmere is always thicker, and it cannot be interwoven with raw silk. The steward accompanied the cloth inspection, while explaining, when talking about cashmere thread, pointed to a corner of the warehouse, "the thinnest is like that, after the weaving of this year's goods, and then change the winding machine to see, if it can be done, it is also a good thing." ”

Meng Yue glanced back, and the cashmere thread was still white, about a dozen silk strands and as thick as a strand. Meng Yue was a little regretful that she couldn't knit a sweater: "How about thick usage, how about weaving thick blankets?" ”

In winter, you should sleep in a woolen blanket, how warm it is. Then dye a dyed and knitted flowers, and hand-woven flower blankets, which is called high-end atmosphere.

The steward said "Huh", and also went to see the pile of white embryos, and finally said: "You might as well give it a try, and you can put it away." ”

Meng Yue: "Weave a bed for my father first, he is terrible cold in winter." ”

The steward smiled when he heard this: "Yes, listen to Miss." ”

Master Meng couldn't help laughing, patted his daughter's head and said, "You, there are more and more ideas." ”

Meng Yue: Actually, I'm also quite afraid of the cold, so it's good to have a cashmere coat to wear.