Chapter 774

Meiya suddenly becomes serious again: "Hello, Mrs. Zhong, 18, wants to ask Mr. Zhong, 34, an important question."

"You ask, before I'm old, I'm not confused." Zhongmingwei is not in love with her face. She has a strong sense of resentment when she exits.

"Shall we have sweet or salty eight treasure porridge today?" Meiya said with a smile, reaching out to hold Mr. Zhong, who was loveless.

"Just Ask this? " When he spoke again, Zhong Mingwei was obviously not in the same mood. He turned his hand and held the girl's little hand in his hand, while he was dumbfounded and said, "how can you look so serious?"

"Three meals a day is the top priority every day, let alone the husband's three meals a day, and it's important," said Meiya, who was right in the head, urging him at the same time. "You say quickly, is it sweet or salty?"

"Then It's sweet. " Zhong Mingwei smiled a little embarrassed.

"I know you're a sweet eater," Meiya laughed with him, pulling Zhong Mingwei out. "Go, light a fire for me."

"Alas! I'll do it! " Zhong Mingwei is so busy that he agrees to go to the kitchen with Meiya.

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Study.

After dinner, Chen Qingxuan goes back to the study room with Ding Yunwen, Meiya goes to help Gu Changlin cook herbs, and pangyi comes to the study room with Zhong Mingwei.

"Sir, the list of the prince's mansion's own soldiers has been determined. There are fifty soldiers in total. Please have a look." Pang Yi sent the list to Zhong Mingwei.

"Why are there only fifty?" Zhong Mingwei glanced at the list and then looked at pangyi. According to the laws and regulations of the great Zhou Dynasty, one hundred soldiers can be raised from Yipin Prefecture.

"If I go back to you, my subordinates have figured out since he Chengzhi's incident. They are not very skilled. So these days, my subordinates investigate the details of these people one by one. Finally, they Taomi and sift through them, and then they decide to come," pangyi explained. "My subordinates dare to guarantee with you. There is no problem with these 50 people. I can take them into the government at ease."

"I'm always at ease when you do things," said Zhong Mingwei, nodding, putting the list on the table, holding up the tea cup, and then saying to Pang Yi, "since then you'll start training them in the next year, and you'll stare at them personally."

"Yes, I do." Pang Yi is too busy to bow.

"Years ago, I remember to give each of them some silver, so that they can live a solid and fat year." Zhong Mingwei said again.

"Yes, my subordinates will do it tomorrow," said Pang Yi. He looked at Zhong Mingwei, who was holding a cup of tea in his hands and enjoying himself leisurely. He couldn't help saying, "Sir, you are different from before."

"Why is it different?" Zhong Mingwei is stunned and looks at pangyi.

"You never thought of this before," Pang Yi said softly, looking at Zhong Mingwei's incomprehensible appearance. He explained, "once upon a time in the capital, when you were at the busiest time of the year, you never thought of the small things like giving people silver and making them have a good year."

Yes, at that time Zhong Mingwei, how could he think of these? He is the high Prince of the east palace. How can those cautious maidservants and soldiers get into his eyes? To be honest, in his eyes, those servants may not be as good as pigs and dogs. They are naturally humble and should be servile to him. How can they keep him in mind?

"What? Do you think I used to be too stingy? " Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but laugh.

"No, my subordinates don't mean that," Pang Yi hurriedly waved and sat down on the stool, scratching his head and laughing. "My subordinates don't know how to say it. Anyway, they just think it's different now."