Wang Qing followed the clerk to go to the battlefield, and immediately understood Wen Mianmian's intention. This is the people who are preparing to differentiate Yanzi Lane. Those who know politeness get the benefits and will naturally gather together to form a small group to live.

Better, they can settle those who make trouble without the people from the General's Mansion coming forward.

"Thank you for your advice, girl."

It's really fascinating to the authorities. The girl is really smarter after getting married.

Wen Mianmian returned to the royal palace and went back to Jinyuan. She took off her shoes and socks and lay directly on the bed. She thought she could stand it young, but she didn't know that she was not as good as her grandfather, so she was so sleepy.

"When will you come back from my big yellow cow? If you continue to be so tired, I will be exhausted to death before I can lose all my family's resources."

Hearing her muttering, Lingguo, who covered her with a quilt, smiled and said, "Girl, sleep, you can see the prince in your dream."

Wen Mianmian yawned, "You are right, I'm going to hit him in my dream and I'm going to sleep."

Hua Jingyun, who had just sent a few in charge, felt that his ears were burning. He guessed that his little princess missed him. Minxian was in trouble. The incident happened suddenly. The news he received was that Kyoto was fine, but

He was still worried that the little princess would be scared to sleep at night, but he was too busy to rush back, so he could only seize the time to deal with these things.

"Did you send the letter to the princess?"

Qinglan nodded repeatedly, "I have already sent it away, and the earliest letter will be received tonight by the princess."

His prince is really helpless. He started writing letters to the princess as soon as he settled down, and wrote one every day. I wonder if it would be annoying if the princess received letters from his princess every day?

Why didn't he find the prince so clingy?

That night, the evening of the twilight, Wen Mianmian got up after sleeping. She had just eaten and received a letter from his big yellow cow. She happily nestled on the chair and started reading.

"The big yellow cow said that the business was done well this year and made a lot of money, which made me very excited."

"I also said that I would write to me every day in the future, but his location is uncertain, so I don't need to reply and I will come back as soon as possible."

"What a pity. I also want to show off all my great achievements in the letter. Now I have no chance."

Lingguo raised his ears aside and asked with a blushing face: "Girl, has the prince mentioned the feast?"

Wen Mianmian looked at her with pity and said with a very bad intention: "No, the commander Yan Xun didn't send you a letter. It was a silent mockery of you illiterately, so Lingguo, you should work hard, I will be there until the end of the year.

The Central Government held a teaching examination for the whole government to test the results of your studies these days. You are my big girl, and you can always get in the top three, right?"

"You have to be more diligent. Look at how hard I work now, I have already established myself. In the future, I still expect you to manage the account book for me."

The originally a little angry Spirit Fruit nodded heavily, "If you don't write to me, how could he know that I must not know the words?"

"The girl is right. Commander Yan Xun is both literary and martial. If I am a blind man, he will definitely underestimate me in the future. I must be more diligent and make him look at him with admiration. I will ignore him."

Wen Mianmian laughed dryly, "I thought you would be interested in my account book."

Lingguo shook his head repeatedly, "The account book is so complicated, and I can even see blindly, so I won't read it."

Wen Mianmian rolled her eyes silently, and she seemed to have taken the spiritual fruit in a crooked way.

The next morning, the cold wind whistled from all directions. After only one night, the weather seemed to be getting colder. In the early morning, Kyoto was soon brought to a hustle and bustle by a group of newspaper-selling children.

"Look at the newspaper, read the newspaper for free today. The territories in Minxian County, Xiongzhou have been in trouble, and the people's houses collapsed and many casualties have been killed. Read the newspaper, read the newspaper for free~"

As these children shouted hard, people around them came forward to report the news. On the day the earth was moving, they all guessed that somewhere must have been affected by the disaster and were waiting for news from the court.

"It's really Minxian? Oh my god, my mother's home is in Minxian. Whoever knows how to read is now read."

"My family also has relatives in Minxian County, and I don't know how it is now. I'll give me a copy."

The child selling newspapers said while distributing the newspaper: "The newspaper office had already gone to Minxian yesterday, and the news from there will be soon. The court has appointed adults to provide disaster relief."

"Dear good-hearted uncles and aunts, the newspaper has officially raised funds from outside. As long as money and clean old clothes, it is getting colder and colder this day. The people of Minxian who have no houses are very pitiful and want to do their best for the people of Minxian.

You can go to the newspaper office to donate.”

"The newspaper also clearly states that the court urgently needs to buy disaster relief items. Those who can supply goods can also go to the newspaper office to register."

Everyone was watching anxiously with the newspaper, but unfortunately the time was too tight, the newspaper office didn't get much news, but these were enough to make people sigh.

Wang Shun ran several streets in a row. Seeing that his younger brothers were making quite smooth progress, he also slipped into an alley...

About an hour later, the news that the emperor was going to pay a donation to the newspaper office and the news became more and more intense. People with good deeds came to the newspaper office to inquire about the news, but the people in the newspaper office were completely busy.

The people from the Annan Prince's Mansion, General Wensheng's Mansion, Anxin's Mansion, Duke Zhenguo's Mansion and other mansions have sent the clothes they are going to donate. The shopkeepers of each company lined up to start donating silver. Fu Qian brought them here.

The people have set up a formation and they want to register the donations. The accounts beside them are busy keeping the money one by one, and these accounts must be checked in the end.

The other people registered a few old quilts and clothes. They kept saying that no matter how many they were, they were all their wishes, thanking them for the people of Min County.

Many tea guests in the teahouse were talking about the earthquake in Minxian County. A tea guest in gray clothes said loudly: "It is really pitiful to say that the people of Minxian have suffered disasters, but they are lucky. The court

The disaster relief was prepared so quickly, and the newspaper office called on the people of the whole city to help them. I heard that the team at the newspaper office where they went to donate money and old clothes had already been lined up. It was really a natural disaster without mercy and people were kind."

"No, my inner friend also carried away the old quilt at home. The old quilt can only be used as a mattress. It's a pity to throw it away. It's great to block the cold for the people of Min County."

Someone said happily: "The newspapers will register one by one. I heard that these lists will be sent to Minxian County to post in the future, so that the people of Minxian County can know how good our people in Kyoto are to them, and tell them that we are all from Dongshu, what are we called

If one side is in trouble, it’s embarrassing to support me. I’m short of money and only have a few old clothes with silver patterns. How can I thank us if I can’t thank you?”

As soon as this was said, many people agreed, and many people were also thinking. Someone asked whispered: "I heard that the emperor wants to give the newspaper plaque?"
Chapter completed!