In the pavilion in the garden of the prime minister, Mingde listened to his son Wang Guanhe's report on the procurement of goods in the middle of the palace. Gillian sat quietly and cooked tea for his grandfather and second uncle.

"Father, I don't think there are as many firecrackers this year as last year. After all, the children are not there. The sixth brother wrote to him and said that he could come back from the fifth day of the lunar month, but I don't know if the elder brother can come back." Wang Guanhe asked.

Degong shook his head, "I'm afraid it won't work. Jiangzhou is located in Guannan. He needs to transfer and dispatch the Ningjiang Prefecture to travel to Guanbei. This fall like this happens in Guanbei this autumn. He is busy at this time and may not be able to come back this year."

Wang Guanhe nodded: "So that's how my father asked Gillian to come to Kyoto, it's fine, otherwise no one would be busy at all during the Chinese New Year."

Degong said: "Good Jiao has other considerations. You said it well. It's okay to buy less firecrackers, but you still have to have ancient rituals."

Wang Guanhe nodded, took notes, and then asked what relatives on both sides of the countryside were going to send and which mansions needed special attention.

Duke De knew that his son was not involved in the political hall, and he didn't know much about it, and he didn't make any trouble. He directly spoke: "It's as usual for colleagues and relatives in the court. What kind of mansion should be prepared for the most important gifts for a few in-laws? The tummit should not give it to him."

Wang Guanhe was stunned: "But General Tomb was in the court with his father, why..."

"Just write it down. The emperor doesn't want me to give it to you. You are not interested in telling you these things." Degongdao, and then he seemed to suddenly remember something: "A few days ago, I wrote a letter. After reading it, the emperor praised it, praised the opinions of the world, and explained the principles of politics and the country. He also gave me hundreds of gold and a pair of jade Ruyi."

"Congratulations to my father." Wang Guanhe said happily.

De Gong laughed: "I just borrowed the words of others, but I owe someone favors to others."

Wang Guanhe nodded: "Since this is the case, why not give me a great gift? I should thank you for such a great kindness."

"Well, it's okay, just prepare a hundred gold coins, a pair of Ruyi, plus ten pieces of brocade..." Degong said as Wang Guanhe quickly recorded it. At this time, Gillian had cooked tea and brought it over to pour it for her grandfather and second uncle.

As he spoke, Degong seemed to think of something, he smiled and said, "Add twenty kilograms of fine wine in the plum garden, and the last time Quan'er brought me two sets of good Ru kiln porcelain utensils from Ruzhou, and also packed one."

Wang Guanhe was stunned. Ru kiln fine porcelain was my father's treasure. I didn't expect that I would even give it to you. It seems that my father and this friend have an extraordinary relationship.

"After installing it, send it to Prince Xiao's Mansion."

"Hmm, eh?" Wang Guanhe was stunned: "Where is my father talking about it?"

"Xiao Prince's Mansion."

"Xiao Prince's Mansion?Xiao Prince's Mansion..." He was stunned. Isn't the owner of Xiao Prince's Mansion Li Xingzhou?

Li Xingzhou was a great disaster in Kyoto. Although he even loved the amazing work "Small Plum in the Mountain Garden" that day, he probably did it on behalf of others. This kind of thing is nothing to the children of powerful people. He naturally understands much in such a position.

Just when he was trying to say something, Degong interrupted him: "Just do it as you please. I will send you to Prince Xiao's Mansion on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and my father will consider it."

"The boy understands."

.....

Just as the family was still discussing the gap, the servants rushed to report that it was the Ministry of Revenue Department of the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Revenue to ask for a visit.

"Father, let's avoid it first." Wang Guanhe bowed.

This Ministry of Revenue Department is not a useless Ministry of Revenue under the Secretariat. The two governments and three departments of Jingchao govern the state. The two governments are: the Political Affairs Hall under the charge of his father and the Privy Council under the command of General Yu. The three departments are called the "Jixian", namely the Duzhi, Salt and Iron, and the Ministry of Revenue Department, which is in charge of national finance and has a high status.

Tang Zhouwei was the envoy of the Ministry of Revenue Department and a second-rank official in the court. It was not good for him to talk to his father.

But Degong smiled and said, "It's okay, the person who came was Tang Zhouwei."

After a while, a slightly fat old man rushed in quickly, and bowed as soon as he met, "I have met Gong Mingde and this adult."

This scared Wang Guanhe on the side. Why was this man so casual? He quickly replied in panic: "I dare not, how dare I be my uncle, how dare I be such a great gift, it really ruined the boy."

Duke De pointed at Wang Guan River with amused expression: "This is the second son in the family."

Tang Zhouwei realized that he was not an adult: "So he is a virtuous nephew. Don't care, don't take it to heart."

Wang Guanhe was stunned on the spot, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Tang Zhou had already started complaining about holding De Gong's hands: "Please, you must save me this time, you must save me. I have been thinking about it and you are the only one in this world who can save me."

"You talk first, let me listen, and then see if I can save you." De Gong stroked his thumb and said, "Giao, pour tea for your Grandpa Tang."

Gillian just handed over the fragrant tea, and he took it and drank it all in one go, and just stood up and started talking in a hurry...

Time passed by minute by minute, and under the narrative of the soup boat flying everywhere, everyone probably understood the whole story.

Degong frowned and said, "I think it's probably because you are a casual person without any prestige, so the people below are not afraid of you causing the disaster today. If the local government reported the payment for the Ministry of Revenue half a month earlier, how could this be the case?"

Tang Zhou was a man in his fifties, and he was ashamed as a child, with the flesh on his face wrinkled in a ball: "I don't know, I just treat them better on weekdays, but I actually lost my links for me at this time. Degong, you must save me. There are not many people who are proficient in planning now. Wang Xiang used to be in charge of the Ministry of Revenue. He must know many people who are proficient in planning."

Degong shook his head helplessly: "You don't think about it. Now the people from the Ministry of Revenue Department are either promoted or officials from all over the country. Many of them have already passed away but are still there."

"Ah!" Tang Zhouwei suddenly collapsed on the chair and said with a sad face: "Tomorrow is the deadline given to me by Your Majesty. Then I am dead? The crime of dereliction of duty is also a dismissal!"

People in their fifties cry when they say they cry, but they can't stop crying and can't stop.

Duke De shook his head helplessly: "It's just that you are indulging your subordinates on weekdays and are too hard to do. Go and ask Your Majesty again, your Majesty is not..." When Duke De was stunned, he suddenly remembered himself, and then looked up and thought: "Maybe......Your matter is still saved."

When Tang Youwei heard this, he stopped crying and jumped up from the stone bench: "Really, Duke De, don't lie to me!"

"I have a friend who is quick-thinking and does things in a straightforward manner. If he were, he might really come up with some way for you."

Tang Zhou knelt down with a pounce: "Your bestowed on me, you must save me. If you keep the Ministry of Revenue this time, I will be willing to do anything even if I do a cow or a horse!"

"Ha." Duke De glanced at him and said, "Get up, I don't know you yet. If this happens, you are afraid that you will never recognize me if you pass by your house."

Tang Zhou laughed a few times for embarrassment and stood up: "Where can it be?"
Chapter completed!