Yu Zhiwei woke up the next morning with a splitting headache, and I don't know if he was really drunk or what he said last night that he shouldn't have said.

She sat on the bed in her cloak, rubbed her hair haphazardly, crossed her knees, and let out a long sigh.

Yu Jingning probably didn't understand what she said last night, Yu Zhiwei, who was lucky, thought.

That...... It's probably the same as before. Life is not going to be enough.

The leaves outside the window fell from yellow, and it took only a little more than a month, and the bleak autumn wind in the capital soon brought some cold air that should be on the face in winter.

Finally, in the middle of October, the first heavy snow fell. In those days, there was a huge shadow in the sky, which made the entire Jingshi gloomy, and the sky was like a leak, and there was no life to throw snow flakes down.

The snow that had just begun to fall could not be accumulated, and the ground was covered with water. Within a few days, the weather suddenly cooled down, and a layer of white ...... accumulated on the ground

"Lord Shizi, girl, the slave and maid will close the window, and there is no need to blow the food cold." You Pingjia looked out of the window, and closed the window with a few clicks.

Just opened the window for ventilation, and the cold air poured in, Yu Zhiwei held a hand stove, and let out a breath of white air: "Why is it getting colder and colder year by year?" I remember it was so cold last year, and it was only November. ”

"The girl will eat first, and her hands will be warm after eating, and then she will hold the stove after eating." While making vegetables for the two brothers and sisters, You Ping's family said, "As the old saying goes, Ruixue is a good year, but I hope it is true." ”

Yu Zhiwei drank two sips of soup and suddenly felt a lot warmer. Recently, she has been studying the housework again, probably because of her weak heart, she doesn't dare to dangle in front of Yu Jingning's eyes, her housework is simply advancing by leaps and bounds compared to when she studied before, this time she is trying to show off, so she said: "I looked at the accounts two days ago, this year's harvest in our Zhuangzi is much less than last year, and it stands to reason that this year's agricultural tax has dropped again, and it shouldn't be so ......."

The Zhuangzi of the Shizi Mansion in the suburbs of Beijing was allocated by the royal family, and it can almost be regarded as an imperial village. Even Huangzhuang is still like this, not to mention other people's families.

"You're right." Yu Jingning swallowed the rice in his mouth, put down his chopsticks and talked to Yu Zhiwei, "There is a severe drought this summer, and the cost is not good, and the winter is so cold. The steward of the Zhuangzi came to report to me before, only saying that all the winter wheat that had just been planted this year had frozen to death. ”

"Tsk." Yu Zhiwei frowned, "Shouldn't we reduce the rent for the tenants again?" "No matter how poor she was, she grew up in the market and never had done that kind of work. It can be said that in previous and present lives, I have never really seen what it is like to "face the loess with my back to the sky", and I can't help but feel great sympathy for these "exploited classes".

"Minus. You can just look at such small things. Yu Jingning was categorical. In the past, he was in charge of family affairs, and he didn't believe Yu Zhiwei at all, but now he says "such a trivial matter"...... Yu Zhiwei suddenly pressed the thought in her heart again - she is becoming more and more like the housemother of the Yu family.

But then again, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, even if Yu Jingning loses half a year's salary, the family's Zhuangzi will no longer collect rent, and they will not immediately drink the northwest wind.

Others are different.

Sure enough, the prince who was worried about the country and the people frowned and sighed: "This is not a good sign. The tenants in the suburbs of Beijing can still meet the grace of the lord and live a relaxed life, but the border may not be. ”

Yu Zhiwei thought for a while, this eighty percent was talking about the Yu family's domain-the Yu family of Pingshuo King Yu is on the edge of Jiayuguan Town, with Warat in the west and Tatar in the east, which is simply a land of tigers and wolves.

Therefore, the Empress Dowager Lin has not moved the Yu family until now, not without the original.

I just heard Yu Jingning really said: "Whether it is Tatar or Warat, they are all the same, this year's weather is like this, they will definitely not be good at grazing, and they will inevitably enter the customs to harass the border people." This winter, my father will go to Beijing to report on his work as usual, and I am afraid that ......"

Yu Jingning frowned, and didn't say anything more.

Although he swallowed the words into his stomach, Yu Zhiwei knew what he was going to say when he thought about it.

This year's success is not good, and there is no king of Pingshuo in the northwest town, and it is inevitable that the Waratarts will have to move something that should not be moved.

"Father......" Yu Zhiwei had never called Pingshuo Wang Dad, and suddenly felt a little awkward as soon as he opened his mouth, "Father came from the first emperor to conquer our Daheng country, and I am afraid that it is not uncommon to see a more dangerous situation than this at the beginning." Besides, even if your father is not there, can you still believe in more than 300,000 family soldiers? ”

The soldiers on the edge of the town are always a little different from those in the capital, and firearms are prohibited within the nine gates of the capital, so even the brocade guards who accompany them are just swords. The Shenji Battalion stayed in the camp in the western suburbs outside the city, and if it wasn't for the order, they were ordered to bring firearms into the capital to plot rebellion.

However, the garrisons in places like Jiayuguan and Shanhaiguan are half of them gods, and the degree of plagiarism is not on the same level.

"I hope so." Yu Jingning felt that it was almost enough, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and asked Yu Zhiwei with slanted eyes, "Why do you eat so slowly?" ”

Yu Zhiwei handed him a roll of the eyes.

"The rice will be cold later." Yu Jingning stretched out two fingers and knocked them in front of her, "It's still cold in this weather, I don't think you're sick or happy." ”

Yu Zhiwei was secretly a little depressed, she really didn't understand, it was clear that Yu Jingning didn't eat when she wanted to speak, how could she eat faster than her? She had the heart to divert this topic, so she said, "I haven't seen our father yet, can I see him this time?" How many days did he stay at home? Is my mother coming? ”

Yu Jingning sat aside and waited for her to eat: "Only dad comes over." Probably...... We'll see you either at the end of this month or the beginning of next month. ”

Jiayuguan is four thousand miles away from Beijing, and the rapid march is only three or four hundred miles a day, even if it is a fast horse, it will take half a month. But people are made of meat, and it's not that King Kong is not bad, where can I stand up to the rapid march every day when there is no emergency military situation, even if I set off now, it is still a question whether Yue Yu can rush to the capital.

Yu Zhiwei bit her lip and pondered: "I don't know if my father is here, can I catch up with Tan Er's brother and sister Yue and them getting married." ”

"It's a matter of luck." Yu Jingning glanced at Yu Zhiwei again, and found that she hadn't eaten half a bowl of rice yet, so she couldn't help urging again, "Don't eat it yet." ”

He didn't urge me to eat so much on weekdays. Yu Zhiwei said in his heart. Could it be that Yu Jingning's father is coming to give him invisible pressure on eating?

Before Yu Zhiwei could come up with a reason, he heard Yu Jingning say: "When I saw our father, don't lose face for me." ”

Well?

Yu Zhiwei, who was not so frank, once again thought about the meaning of his words.