After returning home, Mr. Jiang habitually went to the front yard to see his stinky son.

Seeing Jiang Ling and Erlang and Guo Nanxiong reading seriously in the study, Mr. Jiang was pleased and remembered his freedom when he was young, and advised, "You can't finish reading books. Let's sleep first and then read it."

The three of them stood up and agreed, and Mr. Jiang stared at his son.

Seeing his father like this, Jiang Ling knew that he had held up some words and couldn't sleep. It was too late and it was hard to bother uncle. He said, "Father, I've had a nightmare last night and didn't sleep well."

Look, you can't do it without me! Mr. Jiang immediately said proudly, "You are just growing up, what if you can't sleep well? Let's go back to the west courtyard for your father and come back later to watch you sleep."

After Uncle Jiang Er left, Guo Nanxiong looked at Jiang Ling enviously, "I haven't slept with my father for three months."

After grandma passed away, Guo Nanxiong followed his father to rely on each other. The father and son were used to lying in bed and chatting about what happened on this day before falling asleep.

Thirteen-year-old Jiang Erlang comforted Guo Nanxiong, "Uncle Guo will be back in a few days."

"Yes!" Guo Nanxiong, who was so stubborn, smiled very happily, "When my father comes back, I will make delicious food for you."

"I've been waiting for a long time." Jiang Erlang smiled, but his heart felt a little bitter because he had never slept with his father.

However, this bitterness did not last long. As a concubine's son, he knew that his father was not very good to him. Jiang Erlang rubbed his face and continued to study hard.

Jiang Ling waited for a while, then got up to wash. After washing, she returned to the room. Seeing that her father had indeed taken a shower and changed his clothes, Jiang Ling lay on the bed and crossed his legs.

Jiang Ling walked to the bed and heard his father look disappointed and said, "Long live the imperial wine I gave you."

"Isn't it ten hu? I'll finish drinking so soon?" Jiang Ling responded casually, turned off the lights and lay down by the bed, far away from his father.

"There are so many people in the yamen..." Mr. Jiang sighed and said, "You Uncle Chai Si and Uncle Bai San are going to work as employees."

This is new news. Jiang Ling turned around and asked, "Where are they going?"

"You Uncle Bai San went to Quzhou on Liangzhe Road, not far from Hangzhou. You Chai Sishu went to Yulinwei, but it is still unclear which camp you go to." Jiang Erye felt reluctant in his tone.

Quzhou? Jiang Ling got closer, "Father, Uncle Bai San will definitely go to Hangzhou, right?"

"What are you going to do?" Mr. Jiang asked lazily.

Jiang Ling explained, "Suzhou will send a batch of good horses to Beijing in the near future, so Taipu Temple wants to set up a place to release horses. The day before yesterday, he followed Huang Huayu to pick a foal born from the breeding of Dayuan horses and Wusun horses, and wanted to give it to Grandpa Luo."

Huang Huayu's father Huang Jin was appointed as the Shaoqing of Taipu Temple. After Huang Huayu learned the news from his father, he immediately told his friend Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling's mount Qinglong was selected from Luo Xushu's horse farm. Jiang Ling had been thinking about finding a good horse from Kang'an and sending it back to give it back.

Sending the horse? Mr. Jiang snorted, "Where is Dad?"

Jiang Ling knew that he would definitely ask this question, and had already prepared a way to deal with it. "Didn't Dad win? There is no better horse in this world than victory."

That's natural! Mr. Jiang said happily, "I want it even if it's Desheng's father, you have no suitable mount yet."

Jiang Ling replied, "I chose one for my sister, and even... the third sister's choice, and I will send it back in a few days."

He had it all, but he didn't. Mr. Jiang felt bad, but he also understood that it was amazing that his son could pick out three horses from Taipu Temple. However, he didn't want to praise him and said casually, "The name of the Yellow Fish is really funny. You have often joked about others for this, right?"

"I haven't laughed before." Jiang Ling replied.

"You didn't say it, you must have laughed in your heart! Just laugh if you want to laugh, how uncomfortable it is to hold it in. When Dad and you, Uncle Chai Si, were like your age..."

Listening to his father keeping reminiscing about the past, Jiang Ling knew that he was reluctant to let Uncle Chai Si and the others go, and said, "Uncle Guo will be back in a few days. Dad can have a drink and gossip with Uncle Guo."

"He is very boring and can only say something disappointing." Mr. Jiang complained, and said in his heart that he was going to bring his wife back to his post. The newlyweds took office, so he didn't have time to drink and talk with him. "Go to sleep."

Mr. Jiang yawned and fell asleep quickly as he listened to his father's long breathing. Jiang Ling also closed his eyes.

Jiang Cai at the door heard that there was no movement in the room, so he gently returned to the wing room. He didn't have to watch the night tonight. The young master himself might not have realized it, but when he was next to Mr. Jiang, the young master could indeed sleep soundly. When he was with Mr. Jiang, he talked more and more.

The next morning, Jiang Ling got up early and went to the garden to practice body. Mr. Jiang was woken up by him and muttered and turned over to continue sleeping. Jiang Ling called out, "Uncle goes to the garden a few times every morning. Is my father not going today?"

Mr. Jiang said vaguely, "Your uncle will take a day to sit, and your father will have to run around, which is different from him."

"My father can't afford it now, so he won't be able to go to the yamen to do business on time later."

"Dad go again at noon."

Jiang Ling reminded, "Are you worthy of the plaque written by Long Live?"

"...Long live to be honest and dedicated, but not diligent..."

If you don’t practice for a day, your kung fu will go backwards. My father has never been diligent after the palace examination, and he will probably forget all his marksmanship. Jiang Ling was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore, so he closed the door gently and rushed to the garden quickly, while his sister was still waiting for him.

Mr. Jiang failed to sleep until noon, so he was called out by Jiang Houer, "Mr. Second Master, Lord Zhang tells you that you will go to Jingzhao Prefecture to discuss matters."

"Discuss on matters! Dealing on matters every day! If you don't do it, why should you discuss it?" Mr. Jiang Er was awakened and was very unhappy.

"Not everyone has your ability. You can do it after you get it done." Jiang Houer knew what his master wanted to hear best, and repeatedly advised, "Second Master, please bear it. After going to have a few cups of tea, it's time to have lunch. The villain is ordering you some soup and rice at the bun shop next to Jingzhao Mansion and wait for you to come out."

Thinking of the bun, Mr. Jiang finally got up. When he arrived at Jingzhao Mansion by car, the commanders of the other four cities had arrived.

When Mr. Jiang entered the door, he apologized to Zhang Wenjiang, the prefect of Jingzhao. "Because the officials went to check whether the water-drawing equipment in the West City were complete, the adults rushed over. It was still a step late. Please punish him."

If you are lies, you must have been lazy! Liao Gang, the young minister of Jingzhao Prefecture, waited gloatingly, and listened to the prefect's prefect's prefect's prefect's prefect's prefect's prefect's prefect's prefect's prefect's prefecture.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Wenjiang said with a kind look, "Can the hidden fire troops everywhere in the West City be slackening?"

Hum? Everyone looked at his prefect in surprise. Why is it so easy to talk to today?

"There are no such situations that the officials have visited, but some of the water-drawing barrels need to be replaced." Mr. Jiang also noticed that the prefect was in a good mood and took the opportunity to ask for something.

"You will list the details of the damage in the newspaper, just sit down." Zhang Wenjiang, who had just been praised by Long Live in the morning court, now looks particularly pleasing to Jiang Feng.

"Yes." Mr. Jiang stood up and sat in the last position.

Just like usual discussions, Zhang Wenjiang first informed all his subordinates of the morning court, interspersed with his achievements and hard work as the prefect of Jingzhao over the years, and imagined that everyone was as diligent as him, and then he talked about the important things after he was the one who would be in the future.

"The examination and promotion of local officials in the court and local governments is about to be promoted. The emperor's will is the will of the emperor. The Ministry of Personnel has successively recruited officials from all walks of life to Beijing. You can send people to investigate the situation of the Memorial Court and its surrounding areas as soon as possible to eliminate dangers."

"Yes." The officials who traveled around the world returned to their right positions and responded in unison.

"The team of escorting horses in Suzhou will arrive in three days, enter the city from Jinguang Gate, and go to Taipu Temple for personal inspection..."
Chapter completed!