On the third day of his tenure, Zhao Jiaren, who was cleaning and tidying up the house in the big sun, heard someone shouting at the door: "San Lang." ”

This familiar voice made Zhao Jiaren feel uncomfortable for a while. When he looked up, he saw his mother standing at the door of the mansion of the Fujian Road Prison.

Regardless of the things to clean up, Zhao Jiaren stepped forward to greet his mother, "Mother, you ...... How did it come? ”

"Oh. I've heard that the officials of the Great Song Dynasty actually want to take their parents to the place where they are going to work, so that they can show their abilities to their parents. It's that you're different from others, and you didn't even tell me when you became a prisoner on Fujian Road. Your eldest brother wrote me a letter, and I found out that there was such a thing. San Lang, how are you completely different from other people's smart and clever little sons? As a mother, it was easy to reprimand and ridicule her son. Mrs. Zhao walked into the house while counting her son.

Zhao Jiaren was okay with his mother's previous statements, and he also felt that it was not appropriate for him to write to his mother to tell his mother about his recent movements. However, he didn't expect his mother to use the trick of 'someone else's child', which made Zhao Jiaren feel that Chinese culture has really been inherited for thousands of years.

The mansion of the prison was not large, and it didn't take long for Mrs. Zhao to look back and forth. She returned to the door and greeted the outside, and then several maids carried, carried, and carried a lot of things into the courtyard.

"Mother...... what are you doing here?" Zhao Jiaren couldn't understand it anymore.

"It's nothing if you mention a little prison, why do you have to go back to Fujian? The threshold of our house is about to be trampled on. I'm not so lively, don't you invite me to Fuzhou, I'll come by myself. Mrs. Zhao still counted Zhao Jiaren in a mocking tone.

Fuzhou is not far from Quanzhou, and these two cities are the first and second largest cities in Fujian. Zhao Jiaren could see that his mother had no psychological resistance to coming to Fuzhou, so Zhao Jiaren could only accept his fate. Help start carrying things.

There is a mother, who is stronger than people. Mrs. Zhao is indeed familiar with Zhao Jiaren's habits, and she has arranged the mansion simply and brightly in just one day. Of course, this is the scope of Zhao Jiaren's activities. Mrs. Zhao brought a lot of furniture and put her own activity area in the same way as her hometown in Quanzhou. Such an arrangement made Zhao Jiaren stunned.

"What, what do you think?" Mrs. Zhao asked her son.

Zhao Jiaren didn't know what to say, and held back for a while before he said, "Mother, you are really big." ”

Mrs. Zhao sneered, "Panache? You haven't met your grandfather. That's the panache. If the layout of the house is different, you will not live in it. ”

was robbed by the old lady, and Zhao Jiaren didn't say much. He changed the subject, "Mother, I'm going to Putian tomorrow." ”

Mrs. Zhao was stunned, "Oh? Shouldn't you be looking for your staff and men now? ”

In the face of the old lady who knew the rules of officialdom very well, Zhao Jiaren didn't want to explain, he just said: "The matter in Putian is urgent, I have to go." ”

Seeing that her son was very persistent, Mrs. Zhao smiled and said, "Then let's go." Don't worry about me. I have been patronizing you for more than ten years, and I am now walking around in Fuzhou. ”

Although he knew that his mother would not behave recklessly, Zhao Jiaren couldn't help but give birth to the illusion in his mind that his mother was sitting in a sedan chair, with all kinds of evil slaves waiting in front and behind, and was rampant and domineering on the streets of Fujian. Women from wealthy families are the ladies, but the ladies of the Song Dynasty are similar to the Chinese women in the 21st century, and under the gentle and beautiful appearance, they often have the character of a quirky elf and the heart of a female man.

As for the women who are not from everyone's beautiful background...... in the entertainment venues of Lin'an, there are many burly and muscular female men who make a living by performing sumo wrestling......

Banishing these boring thoughts out of his mind, Zhao Jiaren began to prepare for a trip to Putian.

After not arriving in Putian for more than two years, Zhao Jiaren stopped the ship at the port of Mulan Pi and felt the greatness of the working people. Needless to say, people working can be seen everywhere in Beiyang. Originally, it was a place where only grass grows, so it was named 'Putian'. At this time, many rice fields appeared in Beiyang.

Approaching the working people, the local people immediately recognized Zhao Jiaren and Zhao Yong. Not only did someone immediately come up to greet them, but some people even ran to inform the village elders. I haven't seen each other for more than two years, and the working people still remember Zhao Jiaren. This made Zhao Jiaren quite moved.

Of course, Zhao Jiaren did not come here to inspect the places where production and battles had been fought, let alone nostalgia. He looked at the piles of stones on the construction site, and secretly thought to himself. There is no shortage of stone sources in Fujian, and there will be no shortage in Putian, which is building water conservancy.

Soon, the elders and elders of the nearby villages arrived. After the happy meeting, Zhao Jiaren told them the purpose of buying stones. When the old man heard this, he immediately expressed his willingness to send stones to Zhao Jiaren. Zhao Jiali immediately refused, "This is inappropriate, this is inappropriate." If I only need a little, I will be cheeky enough to ask you for it. But this time the stone is used a lot, and it must be paid. ”

Seeing Zhao Jiaren's firm attitude, the elders and elders in the village immediately said happily that they would wait for them to gather relevant people and wait for them to negotiate. Zhao Jiaren immediately took his leave and went to Putian County.

Putian returned to the Xinghua Army, and the military rule of the Xinghua Army was in Putian County. Pei Zhijun was not promoted and transferred after this grinding, and continued to stay in the Xinghua Army to govern the army. Seeing Zhao Jiaren coming, Pei Zhijun felt very surprised, and his expression was also very unnatural.

Zhao Jiaren felt that he could understand Pei Zhijun's feelings. Zhao Jiaren, who was a county lieutenant under him more than two years ago, has been able to sit on an equal footing with the Zhijun two years later. Anyone will feel uncomfortable.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Zhao Jiaren said, "Pei Zhijun, I wonder if you have heard of the lighthouse I built in Fuqing?" ”

Zhao Jiaren was mentally prepared for Pei Zhijun to say that he didn't know at all. Fuqing was under the rule of Fuzhou, and the Xinghua Army, as a county-level administrative unit, was no different from Fuzhou in terms of system. Why should the Xinghua Army Zhijun care about Fuqing County under Fuzhou? If Zhao Jiaren hadn't been sentenced to prison in Fujian Road, he would have been despised for saying this.

"I've heard of it. I once saw it when I passed by by boat. Pei Zhijun replied calmly.

Zhao Jiaren was stunned, since Pei Zhijun knew, he could save a lot of saliva. Zhao Jiaren said decisively: "I plan to build a few lighthouses in the Xinghua Army. ”

Pei Zhijun stared at Zhao Jiaren for a moment, and then asked, "May I ask Zhao Tidian, who will pay." ”

"Naturally, the money is mine." Zhao Jiaren replied very easily, the stone used to repair the lighthouse is almost the same as the ordinary stone in the Beiyang of Mulanpi, and it is much smaller than the large stone in the key part of the Beiyang. With the charging standards of the local people, it actually doesn't cost a lot of money.

Hearing Zhao Jiaren say this, Pei Zhijun replied: "Then build the lighthouse." ”