The autumn wind passed by overnight, and all the maple leaves at the foot of the Western Mountain turned red.
Yinzhen woke up Qingyan early, and the two of them prepared to enjoy the red leaves.
There was a strong autumn wind last night, and the twins were frightened by the sound of the wind.
They cried all night long, and the little boy lost sleep because of the fuss.
He often got up and went to the Yoyo car to see the two little guys.
Before Yinzhen left for the trip, he specifically told Elu that he must take good care of the twins.
After getting off the carriage, Qing Yan stepped on the bottom of the flower pot and walked lightly on the pipe.
The wide sleeves of the lake-blue Butterfly Naoqiu cheongsam were pinched at the waist, and her head was raised.
Looking from a distance, she Like an unmarried little girl, her whole body exudes joy.
Yinzhen hadn't seen Qing Yan's smile like this for a long time.
The struggle between the sisters-in-law cost Qing Yan a lot of energy.
"Si Si, it would be great if we could live such a limited life forever."
Qing Yan looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him and couldn't help but feel a little lost.
It is impossible to enjoy such beautiful scenery in the capital.
Even Kangxi would live in Changchun Garden in Xishan Mountain in spring and autumn.
When he had leisure time, he would take Concubine Tong to Xishan Mountain to enjoy the scenery.
"Of course, this beauty can only be appreciated occasionally."
Yinzhen sighed helplessly.
The places with beautiful scenery in Xishan were basically built as separate courtyards by the princes, and ordinary people could not enjoy them.
"The common people will not come here.
At the foot of the Western Mountain, except for the princes, the eight major families in Manchuria have bought their fields."
Qing Yan was in the carriage and felt that there were few people here.
Yinzhen explained clearly, and she was in the mood to have fun.
The surrounding guards surrounded Maple Leaf.
Since Kangxi came to Xishan, many people from other places have been moved out.
There are only six people who have lived here for several generations.
The remaining people have all left. .
Many of the outsiders were driven out and had no way to live.
In the end, they had to sell themselves into the prince's mansion.
"How many slaves in our other courtyard have signed death contracts?"
Yinzhen looked at the mountains and saw a few common people in Maple Leaf.
He couldn't help but think of those people.
"There should be a lot of them.
It is said that they are ordinary people from outside who can no longer survive in the capital.
In the end, they signed a death contract."
Qingyan remembered that Sulan mentioned that she felt compassion.
In addition, the Ministry of Internal Affairs The slaves kept having problems, so Qingyan had to choose to buy the slaves from outside.
Yinzhen muttered: "When we get back, let Guoxin give the list to Elu, and these people will all investigate."
Many people from outside came to the capital to seek life after being hit by the disaster in the south.
Qing Yan leaned on his shoulder, looking at the red leaves spreading halfway up the mountain.
"What are those people doing picking red leaves?"
Qing Yan found that those picking red leaves were ordinary people.
Even if they were planning to make a tree bridge with red leaves, they couldn't afford it.
"These should be the servants of the Yinzhi family."
Yinzhen looked at the manager's badge, which belonged to the Yinzhi mansion.
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Yinzhi Qing Yan couldn't help but widen his eyes.
He took the telescope in his hand and looked halfway up the mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, there was a person who was dressed better than the others.
This person should be the person in charge.
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"My dear, I really want to do something.
Because the royal family built villas for the nearby people, many fields were planned to belong to the royal family.
Although Kangxi used his private treasury to ask people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs to subsidize the people.
However, The life of the common people has become even more difficult."
Yinzhen lamented that the taxes calculated by the Ministry of Revenue were already low in Xishan, and the people in Niangan investigated and found that the people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs were greedy again.
"It's better not to let them have more income."
Qing Yan blinked his eyes, waiting for Yinzhen to continue.
Every time I go out to play, I have a purpose.
"What do you want to do again?"
Qing Yan sighed.
She walked along the hillside path for a while and found that the red leaves were becoming more and more dense.
She saw that there was not even a hole on the top of the red leaves.
"If so, people from outside can earn more and collect travel expenses."
Yinzhen said.
Qing Yan was stunned.
Which brother could think of the people who occupied the land?
He was really different.
No wonder Kangxi would eventually choose Yinzhen as his successor.
"Okay, let me help you.
Should we talk to Huang Ama?"
Yinzhen is just a prince.
If he steps forward to solve the problem, will there be people behind his back saying that he is buying people's hearts?
Kangxi was a suspicious person and Yinzhen must not be suspected.
"Tell me first, what can you do?"
Yinzhen also has a headache.
Qingyan is a little golden baby.
If he moves his little head, he can get some money in.
"With the income, I must get a 20% commission.
After all, I have to run errands for the store."
Qing Yan has always been a fan of the truth.
If you want a horse to run, you must feed the horse.
Yinzhen stared at Qingyan for a while.
Before the deal was concluded, 20% of the profit was left.
"Xiao Guai, come up with the idea first.
You don't want much, so I agreed directly."
Qing Yan was very satisfied, and Yinzhen didn't worry that Xiao Guai would take advantage of it.
When Qing Yan heard that Yinzhen agreed, he said, "Actually, I'm going to let people pick red leaves."
After finishing speaking, Yinzhen looked at her in confusion.
Before, Xiaoguai also said that red leaves were only a pastime for dignitaries.
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"We are making red leaf bookmarks and selling them to the south."
There are very few red leaves in the south.
In addition, the red leaves at the foot of the Western Mountain can only be appreciated by the royal family and dignitaries in the capital.
"With these gimmicks, the wealthy businessmen in Jiangnan must be excited.
Being able to own royal-like items has become an arty thing for the wealthy businessmen."
After finishing his words, Yinzhen sighed, the little guy has a vivid little head, and he can even find a way to turn these fallen leaves into silver.
"Dead leaves are not easy to preserve, and wealthy businessmen have limited purchasing power."
Yinzhen had to consider practical issues.
This business was by no means a long-term solution.
"It was made for the first time this year.
In time for the Chinese New Year, the foreign ministers from other provinces who returned to Beijing to report on their duties saw Emperor Ama using this red leaf bookmark."
Qing Yan Dao has a way to make the red leaf bookmark not so fragile and should be well protected. of.
Yinzhen is slightly consistent, this is also a good idea.
"Well, let's talk about it after we get back."
Yinzhen put down the huge stone in his heart and decided to take her for a walk in the western suburbs.
"No, go back right away, otherwise, the shape of the red leaves will not be as complete as it is now."
Qing Yan stopped her directly, but Yinzhen always talked around her.
"That's what you said."
Yinzhen looked at the little guy's angry look, and he pinched her little face unkindly.
"When the matter is resolved, I will take you to Zhuangzi in Xishan to stay for a few days."
"No, every time you take me out, you must encounter some difficult problems."
Qing Yan didn't believe him anymore.
Yinzhen has long lost interest in red leaves.
They are just red leaves in the middle of the mountain.
There is nothing important about official matters
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