"How can this work? Slaves, slaves and maids are here to serve the sick. Mao Tongtong said with some embarrassment. She could feel Wei's kindness. But her boss is the eighth master, if she doesn't complete the task assigned by the eighth master, it will be difficult to deal with her.

Wei couldn't help laughing and said, "I'm his mother, I just say okay."

"Then, thank you to the good master." Mao Tongtong said. The eighth master is filial, and with Wei's promise, she can rest assured.

At lunchtime, Mao Tongtong still insisted on feeding Wei's a bowl of porridge before eating it himself. When she rested, she came out of Chuxiu Palace.

"Whew." She let out a long sigh of relief.

"Gege is tired." Qingzhu asked.

Mao Tongtong shook his head, but didn't say anything, just walked silently towards his brother.

Qingzhu could sense that Mao Tongtong was not in a good mood this time, and seeing that she didn't want to say more, she followed silently on the side.

When he returned to his brother's office, Mao Tongtong fell asleep.

She was a little tired this morning. I got up early and sat in Wei's house all morning. It's still tiring to sit on a small round stool without a backrest all morning.

In fact, the most tiring thing is the heart.

When I think about modern events again, I can't calm down that sad mood.

A sudden fear came to her heart. As time goes by, will she gradually stop remembering their faces and forget her modern-day mother and brother?

That's the family that has blood relatives with her! But across different time and space, we can never see each other again.

It's probably because it's just over the Mid-Autumn Festival. The feeling of homesickness in her heart always comes up from time to time. I not only miss the Mao family in Yangzhou, but also her modern home. But she was trapped in the palace and couldn't go anywhere.

In her sleep, a tear came from the corner of Mao Tongtong's eyes.

When she woke up from a nap, she found that her eyes were swollen.

"Gege dreamed of something sad?" Qingzhu said with concern. This looks like he's obviously cried.

"Hmm." Mao Tongtong looked at the red and swollen eyes in the mirror, couldn't help frowning slightly, and said, "Is there any way to restore my eyes?"

"Take a cold cloth and put it on it, it will probably be better." Ome Road.

"If I want to go to see a good master like this, I will definitely be asked." Mao Tongtong said with annoyance.

"Gege still wants to go to Chuxiu Palace? Didn't the good master say that Gege would go again tomorrow morning? Qingzhu was surprised.

"She said that she only let me read the book, do I really just read a book?" Mao Tongtong said: "The cough is more serious at night, I want to go over and accompany her."

"Kegege's eyes won't get better for a while." Ome is difficult.

"Let's try it first." Mao Tongtong didn't give up.

"Okay, slave maid, let's go get a veil." Qingmei hurriedly went out.

The eighth master has just arrived in Tongzhou.

This time, he was with Shang Shusuhe of the Ministry of Works, and Jin Fu, the river governor, to inspect the water potential of the Shahe River. Due to Jin Fu's performance, a sluice should be built at the confluence of the two rivers in the east of Shahe City and Tongzhou, and a small embankment should be built in the place below Tongzhou where the water potential is small, and the sluice gate can be released to ease the water transportation during the dry season in the lower reaches.

Naturally, such a project should be inspected on the spot before making a decision. So Kangxi sent the eighth master to go with him.

Tongzhou is not far from the capital, and it is only half a day's journey to ride a horse.

After lunch and a short rest, the eighth master and the others went to the confluence of the two rivers that Jin Fu said to inspect together.

"If a sluice gate is built here, it can store four million cubic meters of water, and Wechen has calculated it." "This not only avoids flooding, but also keeps the downstream from drying up during the dry season," Jin said.

"How much labor is needed, how much silver is needed, is the soil suitable for construction, and how long does the construction period take? Will it be completed before the next flood season? The eighth master looked at Jin Fu and asked a series of questions, "Have you calculated all this?" ”

Jin Fu was stunned. He thought that it would be Sukh, the secretary of the Ministry of Works, who raised these questions. But I didn't expect it to be the eighth master, a young brother who was less than two years away from entering the court.

No wonder this eighth elder brother can be reused by the Lord of Long Live in such a short period of time, and he often sends Beijing to run errands. Listening to the few words he asked, you knew that you had done your homework before coming. It takes a lot of effort for river workers to understand.

"It's good to build a sluice, but it's also a good plan." The eighth master said again.

Su He also echoed on the side: "What Eighth Elder Brother said makes sense, if these are not calculated clearly, it is not easy for us to tell the Long Live Lord." There must always be a detailed charter to come out, so that the Lord can know it in his heart, and he will approve your performance. ”

Jin Fu came back to his senses and said busily: "Weichen has calculations." As he spoke, he took out a notebook from his arms, which was densely packed with a series of data.

"Let's go, go back to the mansion and see." Su He said and looked at the eighth master, "What does the eighth elder brother think?" ”

"Well, that's fine. We have all seen the situation on the ground, and it is indeed suitable to build a sluice, and then see if it is feasible. The eighth master nodded.

The group went back to the mansion and looked at Jin Fu's notebook.

Sukh spoke first to praise. The data calculated in Jin Fu's book can be described as exhaustive. There are answers to the questions asked by the eighth master just now, and there are some things that the eighth master didn't expect, and there are also plans.

"Write a detailed note. I'll bring it back to Beijing and present it to Banzai Ye, it should be no problem. Suhe said.

"Then there is Master Lao Shangshu." Jin Fudao.

"It's your own hard work." The eighth master glanced at him.

There is indeed a difference between an official who does things in a down-to-earth manner and an official who only thinks about personal gain.

Think about what the prefect of Yangzhou is, and what Jin Fu looks like now. Huang Ama clearly knows what these officials are, why don't they all use officials like Jin Fu? What is the meaning of keeping the prefect of Yangzhou? Is it just to protect the prince? Or is there something else?

The more errands he does, the more he understands the government, but the doubts in the eighth master's heart have increased instead of decreasing. The emperor's heart is as deep as the sea, not to mention guessing through, it is not easy to figure out one or two. He still needs time to get started.

The eighth master is pondering here, and in the elder brother's office, Mao Tongtong is also worried. Qingmei thought of several ways, but her eyes were still red and swollen, and anyone who saw it knew that she had cried.

"Gege, I'm afraid I can only wait until tomorrow." Qingmei said helplessly.

"Okay." Mao Tongtong was also helpless, although she really wanted to see Concubine Liang. can run to Chuxiu Palace with swollen eye bubbles, which is too eye-catching.

If Chu Xiu Palace is a good concubine, it is better to say, the key title of the first palace is Concubine Hui. For this woman with a gentle face but cold eyes, Mao Tongtong doesn't have much affection. She didn't want to be asked by Concubine Hui.

Early the next morning, Mao Tongtong looked at the eyes that had returned to normal in the mirror and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When she packed up and took Qingzhu out of the door, she was about to go to Chuxiu Palace, but Wang Shi on the opposite side walked out and said, "Where did my sister go early in the morning?" Would you like to bring your sister? ”