After Wang Shu finished speaking, he felt that the room was very quiet.

He raised his head and saw that Song Dudu's face was pale, and the other one was even more dazed.

Song Chengxuan glanced at Xu Qingan, and Xu Qingan immediately shuddered, as if he had unknowingly suffered a big loss, although he still didn't know what it was.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously shook his spirits, lest someone would murder him while he was napping.

"Governor Song," Mo Zheng said straight without waiting for Wang Shu to speak again, "Our brothers came here to ask if the imperial court would give some grain and grass to the northern Xinjiang, especially our slaves, and we have to send a lot of grain and grass to the border guards every year, and the clansmen are also miserable." ”

Wang Shu glanced at Mo Zheng complainingly, Mo Zheng shouldn't have spoken at this time, he was young, he didn't do anything, and if he didn't speak lightly or heavily, he might make Lord Song angry.

Wang Shu was about to pull Mo Zheng away: "You go and listen, I'll tell the Governor of Song." ”

Mo Zheng frowned: "Cousin, don't stop me, I'm also telling the truth, the imperial court will not give rice and grain to Northern Xinjiang, and the transportation of grain and grass in the future will fall on the head of the slave."

Our people are already working hard, and if we continue like this, we don't know how many people will die. ”

After Mo Zheng said this, he looked at Song Chengxuan: "Lord Song, is there really a traitor in Northern Xinjiang?" Lord Song is in the southeast, how can he know the situation in our northern Xinjiang. ”

"Mo Zheng." Wang Shu shouted.

Mo Zheng lowered his head at this time.

"I really don't know much about slave work." Song Chengxuan's deep voice came.

Mo Zheng's eyes lit up.

"But you don't know who those King Jian rebels are, and they are also familiar with the origin of those grains and grasses, so they are not prejudiced."

Song Chengxuan's gaze swept over the table, and there were several official letters on it: "This is the amount of grain and grass calculated by the Wei Institute, I will bring it back to the capital and hand it over to the household department, and the grain and grass hoarded by the rebel party will not be sent to the Wei Institute, but for their future rebellion." ”

Wang Shu licked his lips and understood what Song Chengxuan meant, that is, this grain has nothing to do with the amount of grain that Nuergan pays to the court every year.

"Do you know how to calculate?" Song Chengxuan looked at Mo Zheng.

Wang Shu nodded: "There will be some." ”

Mo Zheng said: "When I collected food from the clan, I came to plan it with the elders of the clan. ”

Song Chengxuan stretched out his hand to take the calculation plan sent by Yongye: "This document records the amount of grain sent by your slaves every year, you can check it clearly, if there is a discrepancy, I will tell the court to find out about it." ”

Mo Zheng was very surprised.

Although the slaves had long been subordinated to the Great Zhou, the officials of the Great Zhou had always been on guard against them, not to mention letting them read the official documents, they sent food to the guards, and the officials of the guards did not allow them to stay longer, no matter how late it was, they had to leave the city immediately.

But now that Song Dudu showed them the official documents, they couldn't believe it when this kind of thing happened.

Song Chengxuan stood up and walked outside the house.

Wang Shu and Mo Zheng were stunned for a moment and immediately stepped forward to salute.

Xu Qingan couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable when he looked at these, as if the people in the room had forgotten him, he followed his brother-in-law like this, like a pendant on his brother-in-law.

Xu Qingan took a sip of tea, only to feel a little resentment in his chest, he had to find an opportunity to let the soldiers of Northern Xinjiang see the methods of his young hero.

……

The little girl was cleaned, put on a brand new dress, and stood there very cute.

"What's your name?" Xu Qinghuan asked.

"My mother calls me Sister Hui." Sister Hui said, writing the word "Hui" with her fingers, which was the first word her mother taught her and asked her to remember it firmly.

Hui Xin is a good name, and Sister Hui's mother should know how to read.

"You say, your mother went out to beg, are there any other elders in your family?"

Sister Hui shook her head: "No, my mother has no family, she ......" said here and lowered her voice, "She escaped from a big family, and later married my father, my father lost a hand, and his legs and feet were not good, so his temper was very strange, often beat and scolded my mother, my mother also thought about escaping, but the old people in the village refused to let her out, my mother had no choice but to stay, the family food was not enough, my mother often had to go out to find a living, and it was a long time to go, sometimes with me, sometimes I was at home, I like to go out with my mother.

But then the elders in the village refused to let my mother take me.

Before my mother left, I cried very sadly, so that I would be good and I would definitely live a good life in the future. ”

Sister Hui said a lot of words, and she was tired all the way, and her eyes gradually lost their brightness.

Xu Qinghuan asked Sister Hui to lie on the bed and rest, and Sister Hui fell asleep after a while.

Xu Qinghuan looked at Sister Hui'er's sleeping face, there were wounds on her cheeks and forehead, which showed that she had suffered a lot all the way to find her mother.

Hearing footsteps at the door, Xu Qinghuan turned his head and saw Song Chengxuan, and gently made a silent gesture on his lips, Xu Qinghuan slowly left the bed and went outside to talk to Song Chengxuan.

"Someone has already attacked the slaves," Song Chengxuan sat down and said, "Secretly isolate the slaves, let the slaves have less and less contact with the Great Zhou court, and the perennial alienation will inevitably lead to dislike." ”

Xu Qinghuan nodded, this was consistent with the situation in her previous life, but it was too late for her to find out in her previous life.

"Husband, can you let me investigate this case?"

may be because she mentioned the dream about Nuergan before, Song Chengxuan was full of caution when she saw Wang Shu and Mo Zheng, and asked people to guard outside the house.

Xu Qinghuan looked at the inner room: "The village where Sister Hui lives is also a little strange, I know if Mo Zheng and Wang Shu have anything to do with Sister Hui." ”

Song Chengxuan lowered his eyes: "Don't worry about me going to inquire?" ”

"No," Xu Qinghuan took Song Chengxuan's hand, "The husband is intimidating, I'm afraid that there are some internal inconveniences to tell the husband, with the husband here, I will definitely be fine." ”

Soft fingers moved gently in his palm.

Xu Qinghuan said seriously: "I won't mess around." ”

Knowing that she would be impatient to do it, he didn't mean to stop it, but when she begged like this, he felt that it would be better to stretch it again.

"Nope." Lord Song's voice was low, and the room seemed to be frosty.

Xu Qinghuan raised his chin, stopped talking, stood up and walked out.

Song Chengxuan's gaze changed again and again.

Outside, there was the sound of laughter in the eternal night.

……

Miss Yu San struggled to lean on the pillow.

The wound gradually healed, but she still had no strength.

"Third Miss, there are many people coming outside, people from nearby villages, begging to see you outside, saying that you saved them, and they want to repay them."