Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Eunuch Qian was just serving the emperor for lunch. When he raised his eyes, he saw Wei Zhishan appearing at the door of the imperial study, holding a familiar envelope in his hand.

Soon there was a message from outside, "Commander Wei wants to see you."

"Come in."

The report submitted by Wei Zhishan was indeed a secret report.

Eunuch Qian stepped forward to receive the secret report and asked the emperor, "Your Majesty, do you want to read it now?"

The emperor put down his chopsticks and opened his hands to Eunuch Qian. After some hesitation, Eunuch Qian put the letter into the emperor's hands.

The emperor tore open the envelope, and as the letter was pulled out, the red sand inside spilled out.

There was not enough food to eat, so Eunuch Qian quickly called for help, took the food in front of him away, and put it on a new table.

"I won't eat anymore." Before the emperor even opened the letter, he knew that the letter was definitely written by Meng Changqing.

As expected, Meng Changqing came to ask for something again.

In the first half of the letter, I thanked the Holy Father for pardoning Beishan County's three-year tax payment. In the second half, I cried out about poverty, saying that it was not easy to feed the people of the county, and asked the emperor to give him five thousand catties of potato seeds and five thousand catties of corn seeds.

Meng Changqing went to Liangzhou for half a year and received two letters in total.

Both letters are asking for things.

But having said that, what I want this time is nothing compared to before.

There is really no need to walk around with these several kilograms of things in front of him. Could it be that with his relationship with Meng Changqing, he couldn't collect these things?

The emperor put away the letter and looked at the red sand on the table.

At this time, the food had been removed, and the palace maid was about to come over to clean the table, but the emperor blocked her with his hand. The palace maid was so frightened that she thought she had accidentally caught the emperor's eye, and her face turned pale with fright.

The emperor pinched the red sand and asked Eunuch Qian, "What does this mean?"

"This..." Eunuch Qian acted stupidly, "It looks like sand."

"Can't I see it? Well, it's useless to ask you." The emperor held the letter in one hand and the red sand in the other.

He knew that Meng Changqing had strange ideas, but his actions were well-founded. Since the red sand appeared in the envelope, there must be a purpose. Before the emperor could figure it out, he heard a message from outside that His Highness the Third Prince was coming to say hello.

"pass."

The emperor handed the things in his hands to Eunuch Qian and asked him to put them away.

Eunuch Qian looked at the handful of sand in the palm of his hand and could only find a small jade bottle and put it away.

When he returned to the emperor after storing his things properly, what he heard was that the third prince asked the emperor to let him go to the south.

It turned out that it was just in the name of saying hello.

“In recent years, there have been heavy rains in the spring and summer in the south of the Yangtze River, and floods have often occurred along the rivers. This is because the officials below have been too corrupt in repairing the rivers. Instead of allocating money for relief every year after floods, it is better to keep an eye on the officials below when repairing the rivers every year.

Father, I am willing to do this.

Although my son is young, he is his father's son, and he is willing to personally inspect and repair the southern river channel on his father's behalf. "

The emperor looked at the third prince with a complicated look in his eyes, "Who told you about the river repair?"

The third prince paused for a moment and then said quickly: "My son, I heard the Taifu talk about it two days ago. There have been floods in the south in recent years, many of which were man-made disasters. That's when I remembered this."

"How much do you know about water conservancy?" the emperor asked again.

"My son..." the third prince said: "My son doesn't know much about it, but there are many officials in the court who know about water conservancy. I want to ask my father for permission..."

The emperor interrupted and asked, "What do you know about the South?"

"My son has never been to the south, so he doesn't know much about the south." The third prince became less and less confident as he spoke.

"Then ask the nearest place. Do you know what the people in the capital grow in their fields? What do they feed themselves?"

There was no preparation for this question in advance, so the third prince could only bite the bullet and reply: "Grow more rice, and the people will eat more rice every day."

The emperor sneered in his heart, "How old are you this year?"

"Father, my son is eleven this year."