"Wait?" The eighth master frowned, "The weather will only get colder and colder in the future!" ”

"But the construction of our embankment is not much better. As long as the temperature is not the kind of cold that freezes the soil, you can still catch up. "Blessed Spirit.

"In any case, the reservoir project will not be completed." The eighth master said: "This performance should be sooner rather than later." ”

Fu Ling'a is only here to assist him, and this time, the eighth master does not intend to listen to his advice.

Seeing the persuasion, Fu Linga was also a little helpless. He wasn't a man of words. At this time, he said: "Since Lord Belle has decided, the minister has nothing to say." ”

"Your Excellency, let's concentrate on the project." The eighth master said lightly.

This recital has been considered for a long time. He didn't believe that no one noticed the weather, but the truth was that no one mentioned it. If he attributed the cause to the weather in the recital, he didn't know what the consequences would be.

From the time the prince took the initiative to push him out to take this errand, he felt that something was wrong. But he couldn't shirk it, so he could only come.

After he came, he found that things were even more complicated than he imagined. Not all local officials are in favor of strengthening the embankment. It was only reinforced two years ago. At this time, there is little point in reinforcing again, and it costs people and money.

But in the end, it was decided to strengthen this paragraph, apparently according to the report of the officials here. Of course, Kangxi will not report what it is, and will send someone to the local area to check the situation first, and then decide.

Apparently, the man who had come to check on the situation had reached an agreement with the local officials to deceive the upper and lower authorities and reinforce the embankment, which did not need to be reinforced.

He didn't believe that Fulima didn't see it. But Fulinga never mentioned it, but only intently inspected the progress of the project every day.

Thinking that this errand was ultimately in charge of the Ministry of Works, the eighth master had some guesses in his heart. Sure enough, the water on this errand is not shallow!

After sitting in the room for more than an hour, the eighth master wrote the fold.

"Lord Belle, do you want some supper?" Chen Guo asked on the side.

The eighth master didn't eat much when he had dinner.

"What's in the kitchen?" The eighth master asked. They live in the local governor's yamen, which is not as casual as in their own house.

"Minions, go and see if there's anything you can get quickly." Chen Guo said.

"Hmm." The eighth master nodded, "It's really not good, it's okay to have a bowl of hot noodle soup." ”

"Okay, minions, let's go. Lord Belle waits. Chen Guo responded.

The eighth master rubbed his somewhat swollen temples, closed his eyes and recuperated.

A quarter of an hour later, when Chen Guo came back with the food box, he found that the eighth master had fallen asleep on the back of the chair.

"Lord Belle!" Chen Guo was busy. Sleeping like this is the easiest to catch a cold, he couldn't help but be a little anxious, and casually picked up the big drums hanging on the shelf and covered them for the eighth master.

"Hmm." The eighth master replied in a daze.

"Lord Belle, the hot noodle soup is here." Chen Guo said.

The eighth master opened his eyes and looked at the big daunt on his body, and couldn't help laughing, "I said that I closed my eyes and recuperated, but I didn't expect to fall asleep!" ”

"Lord Belle has worked hard these days." Chen Guo said: "You can go to bed early after supper." If this is known by Mao Fang Fujin, he will definitely blame the slave for not taking care of you. ”

"Tongtong?" The eighth master was slightly stunned, and then the smile on his face became even worse, "Don't worry, the master will help you say two good words when you go back!" ”

Chen Guo said with a bitter face: "Lord Belle, it's useless for you to say good things!" Fang Fujin looked at your thin face, and said that it was useless! ”

"Hahaha!" The eighth master couldn't help laughing when he thought about Mao Tongtong's appearance every time he fried his hair.

"This master can't help you." The eighth master smiled: "Ye is like this, every time he goes out, he is like this." ”

Chen Guo actually deliberately mentioned Mao Tongtong. He could see that the eighth master had not been in a good mood these days, and he was deliberately trying to make him happy. Speaking of which, he has been away from Beijing for more than half a month, and the eighth master must have missed Mao Tongtong very much.

"The kitchen stewed an old hen today, and the servant asked the cook to cook noodles in a clear soup with skimmed oil. Eat some while it's hot. Chen Guo brought out the steaming noodles from the food box.

"If you are in the house, Tongtong will rest at this hour." The eighth master said to himself.

"Fang Fujin is afraid of the cold, and Jingli is only afraid that it will snow, so he must have slept at this hour." Chen Guo said.

"yes. She has been particularly afraid of cold since she had a miscarriage that year. As the eighth master spoke, a trace of guilt flashed on his face.

Chen Guo secretly screamed badly, how could he make the eighth master remember this. This is a knot in the eighth master's heart. Although I don't mention it on weekdays, every time I think about it, I blame myself.

"Hurry up and have a supper, the noodles won't taste good after a while." Chen Guo could only forcibly pull away from the topic.

"Hmm." Fortunately, the eighth master did not lose his appetite because of this, but muttered that he wanted to finish his errand and return to Beijing earlier.

In Yile Garden, Mao Tongtong was lying in the warm bathtub, and she didn't want to get up comfortably.

"Master, it's late at night, so you better rest early." Qingzhu persuaded.

"I'm going to just go to sleep like this." Mao Tongtong chuckled. If the eighth master is here, she can still be coquettish and let the eighth master hug her directly to the bed. No matter how tired I am now, I still have to walk by myself.

"The master is tired today. Tomorrow, the slave maid will let the kitchen stew some nourishing soup to make up for the master. You've got a lot to do in the next few days! Qingzhu said distressedly.

"Yes! There's still a lot to be done. Mao Tongtong nodded.

The Zhang family needs to be appeased, and the matter of Hongdun needs to be investigated, which is not simple. Also, how can she tell the eighth master about Hongdun's untimely death?

Do you wait for the eighth master to come back, or write a letter to the family?

Speaking of which, the eighth master has been gone for so long, and she has only received a letter from home. It's very busy to come to the eighth master. If she told the eighth master this bad news at this time, it would definitely affect his mood on a business trip.

After thinking about it, Mao Tongtong still decided not to tell the eighth master.

"Master, is the eldest brother going to pick him up tomorrow?" Qingzhu asked again.

"Ah, yes, and Tuantuan!" Mao Tongtong closed her eyes, and she didn't have time to send a letter to the Chen family.

"The house is like this now, so don't take it back for the time being. Tomorrow, someone will send a letter to my Ama and Eniang. Let's talk briefly about the current situation in the house. Mao Tongtong said.

"Yes, the slave will arrange it early tomorrow morning." Qingzhu responded.

"Let's get up. It's time to sleep, too. Wake up early tomorrow. Mao Tongtong took a breath and stood up.

At this time, no matter how difficult it is, she has to persevere. When the eighth master is there, she can be lazy and rely on; Now that the eighth master is not here, she has to help the eighth master take care of this Baylor Mansion, so that he can worry about it outside.

Two people who love each other are not who is their vassal or who is who's dependent, but can rely on each other and support each other to become each other's pillars!