Uncle Hong Lou Rong

It hurts a man at all, how can there be medicine in this era?

Jia Rong has already seen the wound, as early as a year or more.At that time, he knew clearly that the young third master, as His Royal Highness, could only be a complete eunuch in the future.

For more than a year, what Jia Rong said to His Highness the Crown Prince was just an excuse to appease the Crown Prince and protect herself and the Jia family.

Of course, he also knew that if this incident broke out, Dayan would experience a major earthquake.This earthquake may be comparable to the impact of the Nine Sons Seizure 20 years ago.

He decided to continue telling this lie and keep making it up until the right time...

Therefore, Jia Rong still chose to lie to the Crown Princess Li.

"His Royal Highness will be fine, but it will take time."

He silently added in his heart, if people really have reincarnation, wouldn't it be nice for His Royal Highness to reincarnate into a man after death?

Die early, His Royal Highness.

"Really?" Behind the curtain, Princess Li Shi tremblingly murmured. "How long will it take?"

"I don't know." Jia Rong shook her head slightly, with firmness in her low voice. "However, I will do my best to cure His Royal Highness as soon as possible."

There was no sound behind the curtain, and a little eunuch came to say that the Crown Princess had left.Uncle Rong was stunned for a moment, then walked out of the hall with slightly raised hands.

He didn't know what mood the Crown Princess was in when she asked this question.

However, one of them must be fear.

It is impossible for His Highness the Crown Prince's injury to be concealed forever. Sooner or later, it will cause shock in the entire Great Yan.And at that time, what will be waiting for the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess?
Uncle Rong grinned.At that time, how will the Jia family and himself be affected by this incident?
All he needs to consider and calculate.

Going back to Shenjing City from Chongning Garden, Xiao Que'er in the car on the road suddenly whispered: "The man who stared at the old man has not left, but followed him again."

Uncle Rong blinked his eyes when he heard it, and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry about them."

"In the future, when the uncle goes out, he should bring more people with him. If it is not possible, he will take those sisters and sister Xianmei with him. With a few of them around, I will be more considerate." Xiao Que'er worried He said, "Que'er has heard it from afar, those people act in the style of Jin Yisi, and they are probably sent by the palace or His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"The prince can't order them." Brother Rong replied with a light smile, "I'm an idler who has been away from Beijing for more than a year, and there is no need for the palace to keep an eye on me. attention."

"Could it be her?" Xiao Que'er exclaimed.

"Don't worry about her." Uncle Rong nodded and said lightly.He tugged at his sleeves again, frowned and rubbed his hands. "The days are getting colder every day, please warm me up."

"..." Xiao Que'er blushed when she heard this.Holding Uncle Rong's hand, he pulled it towards himself, and the uncle withdrew his hand in a hurry, so that his elbow hit the frame of the car with a crisp sound.

"What are you doing?" Uncle Rong said helplessly, rubbing his injured elbow.

"Don't you want to warm your hands?" Xiao Que'er innocently whispered back.

"Which one said warming your hands is going to... you don't even have two ounces of meat, so it's warm? What I want is to hold the stove."

The little girl swept her head down and murmured in her heart.In those days, I don’t know who said that delicate and small is also a beauty, and who said that he can bring it up with his own hands.

Humph……

The cold wind howled, blowing the dry grass on the side of the road.Pedestrians on the road tightened their skirts and sleeves, huddled and walked forward.Even though it hasn't snowed yet, this day seems to be colder than when it snowed in previous years.

"It's getting colder every year."

"Isn't it? I don't know what will happen next year? If things go on like this, what will next year be like..."

"This year's cold spring has grown for more than ten days. Judging from the current situation, next year's spring will be half a month later."

"Many people will starve to death again!"

"Shhh, don't talk nonsense. You have lived frugally this year, and you have a lot of things at home, and you should be hungry next year..."

"Stop talking, let's go quickly. When you get home, immediately ask the family members to go to the mountain of rich man Liu to cut more loads of firewood on credit. Don't wait until next year, or you will freeze to death this year."

No one in the world is more sensitive to changes in the weather than farmers.It is the inheritance of farming wisdom for thousands of years, and it is the small calculations of farmers who were born in the wind and rain but are embarrassed by the wind and rain to deal with the future.

Hoarding grain, firewood, pickles, and dried vegetables, saving food and expenses is their only way to deal with the coming natural disaster.

Jia Rong in the car didn't raise the curtain to see who was speaking, but suddenly called out to the coachman outside to tell him not to go back to Shenjing.

"Go to the water conservancy farm first."

It has always been like this.

"I haven't been here for more than a year." Jia Rong looked at the gate of the Water Conservancy Camp Tianfu with emotion.Although Jia Rong had been in touch with the person in charge of the No. [-] Division of Farming and Farming during this year, she knew nothing about the Yamen of the Water Conservancy and Farming House.

These days, because of other things, I didn't ask much about the situation of the water conservancy camp.

As he approached, his brows could not help but tighten.

"Where did everyone go?"

Uncle Rong let out a drink.

Unhurriedly, half of the head came out of the yamen, looked at him suspiciously for a while, and then jumped out to reply hastily. "What orders does this lord have?"

The little Que'er next to him whispered to him: "There are a lot of sounds of playing cards in the room over there."

Uncle Rong's complexion became even worse. "Where is the Water Conservancy Camp?"

"Your Excellency?" The official guarding the gate didn't know the identity of Uncle Rong, he only saw the extraordinary clothes on his body and dared not neglect him.Hearing that Jia Rong opened his mouth and asked the envoy of Yingtian, he felt panic in his heart, and secretly guessed Jia Rong's identity.

Uncle Pian Rong didn't answer, but just went towards the office pointed by Xiao Que'er with a dark face.

As soon as the door was pushed open, there was smoke lingering inside.

A dozen or so officials were playing cards around the table. There was a warm fire under the table, and some of them were holding cigarette sticks in their hands.

Perhaps Jia Rong made too much noise, or the cold wind outside suddenly poured into the room, and a dozen officials were stunned on the spot for a while.

Jia Rong glanced at the faces of these people, but there was no acquaintance, and Liao Chengzhi, the former water conservancy camp envoy, was not among them.

He frowned and said, "Where is Mr. Liao, the envoy of water conservancy?"

One person replied: "Lord Liao has been transferred to the Ministry of Officials long ago, and he didn't know?"

"Who is in charge of the water conservancy farm now?"

"It's Ben... ouch, why did you hit someone..."

"It's not easy to hit you, and I'll take the hat off your head." Uncle Rong punched and kicked the room, and no one dared to stop him under the raging force.

Some of them recognized Jia Rong's identity, and pulled the beaten official to his knees to beg for mercy.

"It's not that the lower officials are neglecting their duties, but that the farm is now in vain. The upper officials stopped asking questions, and the water conservancy camps have stopped. Mr. Liao has entered the official department, and those who have connections in the yamen have also been transferred to another place. We... the lower officials don't know where we will live next year."

It turned out that with the death of Prince Zhongshun, there was no one to manage the Water Conservancy Camp, and it was as if everyone had forgotten the existence of this yamen.

Not long afterward, the upper officials in the Yingtian Mansion were transferred away one by one, and the Water Conservancy Yingtian Mansion really became a child without parents, leaving only a group of low-level officials to fend for themselves.

"How could this be?"

Jia Rong couldn't figure it out, or she didn't want to believe it.He felt that no matter how others looked at it, at least the college student Shu Bole and Emperor Xiande would care about the Water Conservancy Camp, at least the Water Conservancy Camp had made some achievements in the past few years.

Emperor Xiande was also very much looking forward to the changes brought about by the Water Conservancy Camp in the future.

Why is this happening?

Why all of a sudden, the Water Conservancy Camp was abandoned?

Jia Rong is still waiting for the Water Conservancy Yingtianfu and the Yingtian Fourth Division to bring about changes, and calculates that even if it takes decades, the grain growth will double.Even if you don't seek the effect of future generations, even if you can stabilize the yield of four to five hundred catties per mu, it would be excellent.

He returned to Shenjing with random thoughts, and the people in the Water Conservancy Yingtian Mansion who had been looking at each other went back to the room to play cards.

Before Uncle Rong entered Ningguo Mansion, he was stopped by a hand.

A white hand, delicate hand, slender hand.

beautiful hands.

This hand is weak and boneless, as thin as a green onion.

If such a hand is used in...