After Zhuge Liang finished speaking, he didn't speak again, but began to pick up the teacup on the table and began to taste tea.

Seeing this, Jiang Wan got up and arched his hand to Zhuge Liang and said politely: "If the prime minister has nothing else to do, then the lower officials will go back to supervise the matter of requisitioning grain first." ”

"Yes." Zhuge Liang sipped his tea and responded lightly.

"The next official retired." After Jiang Wan finished speaking, he turned around and walked out slowly outside the living room of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Jiang Wan came out of the living room without delay, and walked to the outside of the prime minister's mansion like a familiar car.

At this time, the house slave who helped Jiang Wan drive the car was leaning on the big tree in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion to rest, and when he saw Jiang Wan coming out of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he hurriedly cheered up, and drove the carriage over with a smile on his face.

"The master is here, please get in the car." The house slave looked at Jiang Wan who came with a smile on his face, and hurriedly raised his hand to lift the bamboo curtain on the carport.

Jiang Wan nodded to the house slave, held the frame on the side of the carport, and bent down into the car with the shed.

The house slave slowly put down the bamboo curtain, then sat on the side of the car and pulled the reins tightly, turned his head to look at the bamboo curtain behind him with a smile on his face and asked, "Master, where are we going?" ”

"Go home." At this time, Jiang Wan's flat voice came through the bamboo curtain.

"Okay, sit's good, sit's good." After the house slave finished speaking, he raised his whip high and slapped it lightly on the horse's back, and the horse slowly pulled the carriage forward with its head held high and its rattling hooves.

The Prime Minister's Mansion was also some distance away from Jiang Wan's mansion, and the house slave skillfully manipulated the carriage around several alleys, and the carriage stopped steadily at the gate of Jiang's mansion.

"Master, hehe, it's here." The house slave tightened the reins of the horse, hurriedly jumped out of the carriage, and habitually lifted the bamboo curtain on the carport.

Jiang Wan nodded, also got out of the carriage, and walked towards the mansion.

Jiang Wan was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, only to see a crack in the door slowly opening.

"Roar! Just now I heard the sound of horses' hooves and knew that the master was coming, and sure enough, it was the master! The old slave who opened the door smiled and hurriedly opened the door, Jiang Wan nodded and walked in with a smile.

At this time, the old housekeeper also ran over when he saw Jiang Wan coming.

"Master, Childe is waiting for you in the living room." The old housekeeper ran over to Jiang Wan's ear and whispered.

Jiang Wan naturally knew who the son-in-law in the old housekeeper's mouth was, it was his eldest brother's nephew Jiang Qing, the eldest brother died early, and his own child was young, so after the death of the eldest brother, he took this only nephew to the mansion.

"Well, take him to the study." Jiang Wan put his hands behind his back, nodded lightly, and took the lead in the direction of the study.

The old housekeeper didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly ran to the living room to inform Jiang Qing that he had gone.

At this time, Jiang Wan had just walked into the study, and before he could sit down, he saw a big fat man running in panting with struggling steps.

"Nephew to uncle." Jiang Qing's fat body was estimated to have some difficulty bending over, and even his voice was a little difficult.

"Excuse me." Jiang Wan waved his hand impatiently, looking at the nephew in front of him who was developing horizontally, if it weren't for the dead eldest brother who was just this one son, Jiang Wan really had some doubts about whether this person was from his own family.

Although Jiang Wan is not very optimistic about Jiang Qing's nephew, after all, he is the eldest brother's own son, his own nephew, and now is the time to employ people, so he handed over the matter of grain requisition ordered by Zhuge Liang to this own person.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wan asked lightly: "How is the matter of the grain requisition?" ”

Jiang Qing has been keeping his head down since he came in and saw his uncle Jiang Wan, and he could only hear his heavy panting, and when he heard Jiang Wan's question, he immediately raised his head, narrowed his already small eyes into a slit, and grinned and flattered: "It's ongoing, uncle, don't worry, my nephew will not miss my uncle's big thing." ”

"Hmm." Jiang Wan responded lightly, then stared at Jiang Qing tightly, and instructed: "This matter is related to the prime minister's next plan, you must not make any mistakes, if you do a good job, I will definitely recommend to the prime minister and reward you well." ”

As soon as he heard the reward, Jiang Qing's fat head couldn't help but shrink into his body, his small eyes were filled with greedy light, and he smiled flatteringly at Jiang Wan: "That nephew has thanked his uncle first, and his nephew will not let his uncle down!" ”

"Well, it's good if you have your own number, okay, if there's nothing else, you can go down first."

"Yes, the nephew is leaving." Jiang Qing respectfully saluted Jiang Wan with great difficulty, and then slowly retreated with his fat pace.

Jiang Qing withdrew from the study, slowly straightened his waist, tidied up his robe, and then walked slowly towards the outside of Jiang's mansion with his head held high.

As soon as Jiang Qing left Jiang's mansion, the same lean man drove over with a carriage.

"Master, where are we going next?" The lean man was Jiang Qing's groom, slowly drove the carriage in front of Jiang Qing, jumped out of the carriage and hurriedly asked with a smile.

"Go to the North Gate." Jiang Qing said with a look of anger on his back with his hands behind his back.

"Yes, yes." The lean coachman nodded his head and slowly knelt down.

At this time, Jiang Qing habitually stepped on the lean coachman's back, lifted the bamboo curtain on the carport, and squeezed into the carriage with difficulty.

"Sir, sit tight!"

The lean coachman didn't care about the somewhat painful back that had just been stepped on by Jiang Qing, the big fat man, and hurriedly sat down on the carriage, raised the horsewhip fiercely, and whipped it on the horse's back again and again, as if he was venting the pain in his back.

The horse neighed after being whipped so hard that it pulled the carriage behind it with great difficulty.

The horses pulled the cart and slowly came to the north gate under the whipping of the lean coachman, and the soldiers at the north gate were strictly investigating at this time, and when they saw this familiar carriage, a team of ten soldiers hurriedly ran over.

"See your lord!"

Before the lean coachman could stop the carriage, the soldiers who came hurriedly came and bowed their heads and saluted the carport.

With the sound of the soldier's salute, the lean coachman tightened the reins of his horse, and the carriage stopped impartially at the feet of the saluting soldier.

"Master, we're here." The lean coachman laughed and hurriedly jumped out of the carriage, and then knelt down again, as he was customary.

At this time, Jiang Qing slowly lifted the bamboo curtain on the carport, panting, stepping on the back of the lean coachman, and slowly stepped off the carriage.

The soldier next to him grinned, but he was not distressed by the lean coachman who was trampled by Jiang Qing and was almost on the ground, but hurriedly went to help Jiang Qing, and did not forget to please Jiang Qing to step on it steadily, and slow down.

After Jiang Qing got out of the car, he tidied up his robe again, and without looking at the coachman, he raised his head and looked at the soldier in front of him and asked, "Are the brothers ready?" ”

"Lord Hui, you're all ready."

Jiang Qing squinted his eyes in satisfaction and nodded, "Okay!" Tell your brothers to bring their bags and go down with me to collect food!" ”

"Yes!"

The soldiers ran towards the north gate in response, as if they were going to gather the soldiers, and Jiang Qing also walked towards the north gate with his hands behind his back and his head held high