MTL - Portable Space: The Group Favorite Milk Bag Brings the Whole Family To Open and Hang-Chapter 820 if the wife is here

  Chapter 820 If the wife is here

Emperor Ming Pei let out a long sigh: "Even for me, this matter is over. At this point, there are too few things that can be done. But during this period, there will be an unknown number of lives. Even if a hundred officials are killed, these people will not be able to come back. This is why "prosperity, the people suffer; death, the people suffer"! How many natural disasters, behind a few words, are all human lives!"

  Xinbao's heart tightened when he heard this, and he murmured: "Then why...why don't they listen to Yeye?? Why don't they tell the truth? Yeye why can't...no matter how they lie, yeye..."

  She spoke incoherently.

But Emperor Mingpei knew what she was going to say, and replied seriously: "Because Yeye doesn't know. Yeye can't see it with his own eyes. I don't know whether it is the truth or they are whitewashing the peace. Yeye has no way to judge whether the matter is serious or not. Yay, you can only read it from the brochure! This is 'The sky is high and the emperor is far away'!"

  Xinbao's eyes were wide open, and her two small hands were tightly holding on to Yeye's hand.

  Emperor Ming Pei regretted speaking too clearly, afraid of scaring her, he bent down and hugged her, Xinbao immediately put his arms around him, and his soft little body clung to him.

  Emperor Ming Pei's big hand patted her back soothingly.

  Hao Huashi took a few steps forward and said, "Your Majesty, Cui Dunyi, do you still remember?"

  Emperor Ming Pei only nodded, Hao Huashi said: "Cui Dunyi went to Dali Temple and got along well with his colleagues. Everyone called him Cui Paopao..."

He scratched his head, and found that he was off topic, and hurriedly said: "In fact, he has been reorganizing Daotinglou, and he wants to make Daotinglou into a world eye, so that it is easier to investigate the case. In fact, things like this can also be reported by them there." A report... This person may have his own selfishness and thoughts, but it is better to listen to the opinions of several parties than to only rely on one party??"

  Emperor Ming Pei pondered and said: "When you turn around, call Rong'er over and talk to them in detail."

  Hao Huashi responded.

  Because Yuan Shenjue, the highest combat power, was not there, Emperor Ming Pei was worried and kept Xinbao by his side.

  He handed over all the work to his son and grandson. After lunch, he slowly closed his eyes and pondered.

  Xinbao was by his side, eating snacks and drawing, and Emperor Ming Pei listened to the side like a rat, rattling for a while, swishing and swishing for a while, and there were all kinds of movements.

   Then she said: "My wife."

  Emperor Ming Pei pretended not to hear, she recovered herself, and said again: "Yeah."

  Ming Peidi hummed, Xinbao pulled his arm away and sat in his arms: "Yeah yeah! Wake up, Xinbao has something to tell you."

  Emperor Ming Pei opened his eyes and said, "What's the business?"

  Xinbao leaned over with a dim sum mouth and whispered, "Xinbao wants to make an overall plan."

  Emperor Ming Pei asked: "Huh?"

  Xinbao has already picked up the things she drew on the table and showed him.

  Although looking at it alone, it is more ghostly, but when you look closely, you feel... piece by piece, it still looks a bit like a fish scale booklet.

  Xinbao pointed and said: "These pieces are too small, Xinbao can't write characters, yeah, yeah. Now Xinbao's melon seeds are getting bigger and bigger, can we make a plan, don't have one piece here and another piece here."

  Emperor Ming Pei nodded.

   Indeed, planning is necessary, not to mention the convenience of statistics, and for things like the Little Ice River, you can also plan ahead and plant some cold and drought-tolerant varieties in advance.

  He asked someone to fetch a large piece of paper, looked at Xinbao's picture seriously, and re-drawn it.

  Xinbao was eating snacks next to him. After he finished drawing, Xinbao compared the two pictures and was very dissatisfied: "Yeah, many of your drawings are wrong!"

  Emperor Ming Pei: "...??"

  He said: "I followed your drawing!"

   "No!" Xinbao pointed to his painting: "You didn't come to this place as Xinbao intended."

  Emperor Ming Pei said: "What's different? It's exactly the same."

"No," Xinbao said, "Didn't you see that this line was marked with a cross? This means that this line was drawn by Xinbao wrongly. When you draw again, you don't need to draw this line." This is the way, here, here, it’s all like this.”

  Emperor Ming Pei: "..."

  He just looked at her.

She blinked her eyes, and said confidently: "Xinbao is just a baby, and he hasn't grown up yet. It's strange to make a mistake in such a complicated picture. If my wife is here, you don't need to tell Xinbao, she will know of."

  Emperor Ming Pei: "..."

  As an emperor, how can he be compared?

  He could only take out the big paper again, and said: "You are not allowed to eat snacks, just look at my paintings beside me."

   Xinbao nodded with a good temper, took the paper, he drew a stroke, and she read it by herself.

  Emperor Ming Pei finally finished painting, Xinbao looked at it lying on the table, and after a while, said: "This is wrong, and this is also wrong."

   "What's wrong!" Emperor Ming Pei said, "This is exactly the same as your painting!"

Xinbao argued hard, "Although it is indeed exactly the same as Xinbao's painting, it was correct in this step of the verification process, but for the sake of rigor, Xinbao used Yeye's painting to match Xinbao's melon seeds. It was found that there was a mistake, and there was no way around it.”

  Emperor Ming Pei: "..."

  She also enlightened him: "For the sake of this world, it is worthwhile to work hard a few times. Let's work hard together."

   Moreover, she patted his head, and kissed him with a small oily mouth. Seeing that the effect was not great, she kissed him several more times, and all the crumbs of the snacks were wiped on his face.

  He raised it himself, what can Emperor Ming Pei say.

  I kissed everyone. The emperor, who hadn’t done this kind of basic work for many years, could only regain the patience of his youth, checked it with her again, and then drew it again, and finally got it right.

  Then the two of them recorded one by one, what was planted, when it would mature, and how much it produced.

   This is a grind, the two of them have been busy all afternoon and only managed a little bit.

   After dinner, Yan Shirong hugged his sister and memorized for a while, and the next day, Emperor Ming Pei continued to memorize.

   It was not until after noon that the statistics were finally finished.

   Seriously, messy enough.

  The medicine field is okay, it is relatively neat, but the food is in a mess.

  The same kind of rice can be divided into more than ten places. This is not counting that there are many varieties of rice itself.

  Emperor Ming Pei was impatient to do such troublesome work, so he went directly to approve the memorial and replaced Yan Shirong.

   It's not easy to invite outsiders to do this kind of thing. Yan Shirong went through the calculations by himself a dozen times, numbered them, and made several memos.

   First to Xinbao,

  Because it is impossible for Xinbao to keep in mind what to harvest today and what to harvest tomorrow, so he mainly made a schedule for harvesting and planting.

  Where should I harvest today, and what to plant after harvesting...

  The land in the space does not need to be raised, and there is no need to consider drought or flood. After harvesting, it can be planted again. After three or four rounds, the same variety can be planted together, and it will be convenient for statistics at that time.

  And on the side of Emperor Ming Pei,

  He got him a material watch.

   On a certain day of the month, how much rice, wheat, peanuts will be harvested... Such statistics.

  It is very intuitive and convenient. In this way, the materials in this invisible melon seed have really become the active warehouse of the Great Yan Dynasty.

  (end of this chapter)