Tongar wore a cloak of red and gold, and a circle of black hair came out of the neckline. The complexion is not fair, but it shines with a healthy wheat color, especially a pair of smart big eyes, like the most brilliant stars in the night, looking forward to shining.

is a good seedling, but he is too young and was born as a daughter.

Song Weiyuan suppressed the sigh in his heart, and still couldn't choose Tang Jia'er to be his closed disciple.

The two stood at the door and talked, and Tang Ge Lao in the study heard the movement, and ordered someone to recall Song Weiyuan, and by the way, Tang Jiaer was also called into the study.

"Old Song, the method of storing grain in the border city you just talked about, Jia'er also said it before. Since you have met by chance today, we might as well sit down and discuss it again. The old Tang Pavilion stroked his beard, and he looked unfinished.

Song Weiyuan was dumbfounded, he couldn't imagine that Tang Ge Lao attached so much importance to his little granddaughter.

Looking at Tang Jia'er, who had a bulging little face in front of him, and then at Tang Ge Lao, who was smiling like Maitreya Buddha, Song Weiyuan had a feeling that it was difficult to ride a tiger. He didn't know how to pick up the stubble of Tang Ge Lao, and suddenly felt that Ge Lao's Mansion had become a tiger's den in Longtan, and it was easy to get in and difficult to get out.

I had heard Tang Ge praise his granddaughter for her outstanding talent and could help him solve his worries. The implication is that Song Weiyuan can take Tang Jia'er into account when he accepts apprentices.

Xia Yuzhi knew that Song Weiyuan wanted to accept closed disciples, and he did not hesitate to be a lobbyist, bluntly saying that he was recommending someone for the eldest princess, and put Tang Jia'er's name in front of him.

The seven-day snowfall at the beginning of the Laba Festival in the seventh year of Chongming was a beautiful reversal of Song Weiyuan's victory over Jiang Liu; it was an opportunity for Xia Yuzhi to get in touch with Song Weiyuan; and it was also the beginning of his great performance, serving in the Qintianjian and the Ministry of Industry at the same time, and sincerely cooperating with Tang Gelao.

After learning that all this was promoted by Murong Wei, Song Weiyuan paid attention to this woman in the deep palace, and began to pay attention to the Tang Jia'er she recommended to him.

Song Weiyuan once gave himself a divination, and his closed disciple did appear, but his identity was obscure.

The so-called authorities are obsessed, and the dignified Qin Tianjian is able to calculate the good fortune of others, but he is not sure of his own fortune. Faced with the strange hexagram he encountered for the first time in his life, Song Weiyuan only felt foggy.

Today, the old matter of Tang Pavilion is brought up again, and Tang Jia'er is grandly launched, but I am afraid that it is still for this closed disciple, and Song Weiyuan only has soldiers to block it and water to come to Tutun.

Tang Ge Lao took out a few letters from the bookcase drawer and handed them to Song Weiyuan, his face was extremely serious: "Old Song, you will definitely be able to memorize the letters and folds that you proposed and I came to catch the pen that day, and look at their original appearance." ”

The letter was well thought out, and I didn't know that it had been written by Tang Ge several times. In those days, Tang Ge thought about it and always felt that his pen could not be satisfactory.

Coincidentally, Tang Jia'er went out of the palace to visit her grandmother, and was hurriedly called to the outer study by Tang Ge. The old and the young discussed for a long time, and it was only after Tang Jiaer's wonderful pen that the final version was achieved.

Song Weiyuan compared it back and forth, read the first draft of Tang Ge Lao, and then recalled the words handed to Emperor Chongming, raised his head suspiciously, and looked at Tang Jia'er seriously.

Tang Jia'er smiled and smiled, except for a pair of beautiful eyes, which was no different from those girls in the deep house who only knew how to embroider all day long.

Song Weiyuan casually opened the topic with these letters, and discussed with Tang Ge Lao about the method of storing grain just mentioned.

Tang Jia'er listened quietly, and the expression between her eyebrows was extremely calm, showing a bit of maturity that did not match her age. She wanted to speak several times, but she never opened her mouth to disturb the conversation between Tang Ge Lao and Song Weiyuan.

It wasn't until he heard Tang Ge's advice that Tang Jia'er stood up and made his own suggestion: "The imperial court spends a lot of manpower and financial resources on transporting military supplies every year, and if you don't change the methods and methods, this huge amount of expenditure will not be saved at all. ”

Not only could the expenses not be saved, but the Ministry of Industry needed to spend a lot of effort every year to transport the roads between it and the border cities, and the grain and grass in May of the following year would be delivered in late summer and early autumn.

A full 100,000 men of military supplies were to be hoarded in the summer when the grain was most likely to mildew, and then sent all the way to the border cities. By the time we reach our destination, a small part is already moldy and inedible, which is a huge waste.

Tonga'er's words are in one sentence, but they are a problem that has not been solved in recent years. Song Weiyuan said perfunctorily: "Miss Jia'er has any good suggestions?"

Tang Jia'er bowed his head lightly and said eloquently: "Since it is not feasible to store grain, the only way to avoid this double waste is to find another shortcut." ”

At a young age, the calmness revealed at that moment actually made Song Weiyuan a little impressed, and he gently waved to Tang Jia'er with great interest: "I would like to hear it in detail." ”

The door of the outer study was closed, during which the old man of the Tang Pavilion ordered someone to change the tea twice, and sent a message to the old wife, Jia'er had official business on his side and could not accompany her to dinner.

Until the end of the day, the three people, one old and one young, stood up hungrily, Song Weiyuan suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and his mind was full of the other shortcuts that Tang Jiaer had just proposed.

He didn't care about the old Tang Pavilion to keep food, and took a deep look at the two of his ancestors and grandchildren: "I just listened to Miss Jia'er's words, Wei Yuanmao suddenly opened, so I went back to think about it carefully, and naturally there will be kung fu to disturb the house in the future."

When he was leaving, Song Weiyuan secretly noticed Tang Jia'er's bright smile, and his heart suddenly brightened, the mysterious hexagram predicted such a layer of meaning, and his closed disciple was none other than Tang Jia'er.

Tang Jia'er naturally didn't know what Song Weiyuan was thinking, she quit her grandfather and hurried to her grandmother's room, anxious to tell her grandmother that from tomorrow, her mother would bring a group of sisters to the province.

The beginning of the evening is coming, the atmosphere of the first day is rich, the sound of firecrackers from far and near rises again, the bell chime in the palace is curling, and the heavy pavilion is still singing and dancing.

Murong Wei accompanied the queen mother, comparable to a flower of interpretation, holding a table of people laughing like beads; Xia Lanxin in the old mansion of Xia Ge spoke softly, and from time to time teased Xia Yuzhi, which made the Marquis of Kangping and his wife close; Mrs. Zhou and Wen Wan personally cooked in the Zhou Mansion, and the family ate the hard-won reunion dinner, and the mood was particularly excited.

The moon was dark and windless, Qian Weizhen was half-sitting and half-lying in the edict of Qianlong Wei, looking at a few rays of starlight reflected in a small window, and suddenly remembered that today was the first day of the ninth year of Chongming.

Separated by a wall, it should be his eldest son Qian Jue. There is a thick wall between father and son, not to mention passing on news, even looking at each other has become a luxury.

The family is in distress here, Qian Weizhen is not afraid of life and death now, only looking at the sky and praying night and night, hoping that Su Duhan will return to the imperial city of Gusu as soon as possible, and he is even more concerned about Qian Gui, who is lonely and miserable and lives in Dali.