Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!
Chapter 1362: A Flick of the Fingers Calculation

Chapter 1362: Chapter 1362: A Flick of the Fingers Calculation

The Zhou family, Xue Mei stayed to have dinner with her mother, "Mother, I won’t go back today, I’ll stay with you."

Zhulan waved her hand, "No need."

She really hadn’t reached the point where she needed her children to keep her company. Aside from worrying about whether Zhou Shuren was eating well, she had plenty to keep her busy and didn’t feel lonely.

In fact, she didn’t have the chance to feel lonely, as her children took turns visiting her daily. Right after Zhou Shuren left, if she didn’t send Lady Li away, Lady Li would stay and chat with her all night.

Seeing that her mother indeed seemed spirited, and noticing it was already dark outside, Xue Mei said, "Then I’ll stay a little longer before I go."

Zhulan, "It’s dark now, you should head back early so Jiang Sheng won’t worry."

Xue Mei’s face turned imperceptibly red. Her son was already married, and her husband had not changed towards her, "Mhm."

As her husband’s reputation grew, she too felt fear; not that he would treat her badly or harbor ill intentions because he wouldn’t dare, but she feared he would disdain her for her lack of learning. Her mother had said that a woman should enrich herself, so she also read and learned to write, albeit not with much diligence.

As she followed her husband on his travels, it was her fear that drove her to apply herself more earnestly. Now she could write decent characters and compose some writings.

Her husband noticed her unease and became increasingly kind, which eased her anxiety, but she continued to improve herself, giving her more confidence. She also wanted to keep pace with her husband.

In the inn at Zhangzhou City, the relief efforts for the past several days had been remarkably effective, most noticeably, the seriously sick villagers were visibly recovering.

Yet the Crown Prince’s brow was still furrowed, "The supplies brought in are not enough."

The supplies provided by the Emperor were based on Zhangzhou Province’s own disaster preparation, which was now problematic; the supplies would only last a few days.

Zhou Shuren remained silent, continuing to sip tea with Sir Yan.

The Deputy Magistrate of Zhangzhou also frowned. Zhangzhou was poor, and one couldn’t expect much Silver on the books. The Deputy Magistrate’s eyes turned towards Chief of Staff Zhou.

Zhou Shuren,"..."

What were they glancing at him for in their discussion? He managed the national treasury, but he wouldn’t carry Silver with him when he went out; right now, he was just an ordinary old man!

The Crown Prince also noticed the Deputy Magistrate’s gaze and averted his eyes. In fact, he had wanted to consult with the Chief of Staff several times but held back. The Emperor had said that dependence on one person could become a habit, and he needed to handle matters himself.

The Deputy Magistrate twitched his lips. With the Crown Prince silent, he didn’t dare speak up. Not even if he had the gall would he directly address the Grand Master of Writing. But they were all too familiar with his legendary life, it seemed there was nothing that the Grand Master of Writing couldn’t solve, especially regarding monetary issues.

The Crown Prince looked at the lamp; it was already late, "You’ve worked hard these past days; you may go back."

The Deputy Magistrate had indeed worked hard. Firstly for the disaster victims, and secondly to demonstrate his worth. Now that the Magistrate had been removed, he had to seize the chance to prove himself, or else his ancestors might even come to him in his dreams.

After the Deputy Magistrate left, Zhou Shuren said, "Your Highness hasn’t eaten yet, the food has been reheated several times."

The Crown Prince was indeed hungry, "Then serve the meal."

Zhou Shuren and Sir Yan hadn’t eaten either; they were waiting for the Crown Prince. Though the Crown Prince told them to eat first, they didn’t.

The meal was served, and Zhou Shuren had a good appetite, drinking two bowls of mutton soup and eating two pancakes.

The Crown Prince didn’t eat much less; the dinner was simple, with not much left over after they finished.

The next day, as soon as the Crown Prince left the city and got off his carriage, he was taken aback as he frowned at the girl in front of him.

Zhou Shuren internally sighed. The people of Prefecture City all knew of the Crown Prince’s presence, and it would be strange if none were swayed. An approach had been made.

Zhou Shuren groaned, and Sir Yan asked, "Are you very cold, Sir?"

Zhou Shuren pointed ahead, "I feel cold just looking at her. If I remember correctly, isn’t today a windy day?"

It was the coldest period of winter, and after a heavy snow, the biting wind was severe; the girl in front was wearing rather little.

Sir Yan looked over and fell silent; he too felt the cold.

The girl in front up ahead was wearing a thin cloak, distributing cakes and not even wearing gloves, her clothes clearly not the sturdy cotton kind. Although she didn’t wear much jewelry, could she really not be cold?

Zhou Shuren clicked his tongue twice, leaning over to the Crown Prince and said: "To freeze to beauty and youth, no, to freeze without regret for a future bright as brocade."

The Crown Prince originally had a stony face, but why did he feel like laughing after hearing that?

Zhou Shuren continued to lament, "This girl’s status is quite high, if not for her face turning a bit blue from the cold, she’d really resemble a holy white lotus in the winter!"

The Crown Prince, "..."

Sir Yan, "..."

The Deputy Magistrate who came with them stared at the Grand Master of Writing, dumbfounded. So, this is what you’re really like, Zhou Shuren!

This kind of tactic, those who are clever can see it; not many are truly bewitched by beauty.

Zhou Shuren spoke up again, "Let’s not make it any harder for the girl here. If we don’t go over now, her shivering will turn into something more serious."

She will faint soon; today is truly cold. Just talking for a bit, I’ve choked on several gusts of cold wind.

The corners of the Crown Prince’s mouth twitched, trying to suppress a smile.

Finally, the Crown Prince walked over, but they had delayed too long, and the girl up ahead couldn’t hold on until the Crown Prince got there; she fainted, just a teenager.

The Crown Prince, "..."

He really didn’t want to laugh, still he couldn’t help but cough twice.

The Deputy Magistrate somewhat wanted to cover his face. He couldn’t remember whose daughter she was, but he did remember which family’s carriage it was. Don’t expect the Crown Prince to give a second look; better hurry and take your young lady back home.

The Crown Prince originally intended to pass by, but seeing the several baskets of cakes in the shed, and noticing the size of the cakes, he blinked and stopped in his tracks, "Hmm, your house shows great charity, quickly take the young miss down so she doesn’t freeze."

Zhou Shuren stroked his beard, he could imagine that tomorrow there would definitely be several more sheds.

The Crown Prince spoke solemnly: "The people of Zhangzhou still lack cotton clothes, it seems!"

Sir Yan, "!!"

After expressing his thoughts, the Crown Prince walked away. Zhou Shuren patted the stunned Deputy Magistrate, "With a flick of my finger, I predict tomorrow will surely bring sheds that distribute cotton clothes."

Even if they can’t be made in a hurry, there will be people distributing old but warming cotton clothes.

The Deputy Magistrate, "!!"

The Crown Prince rolled his eyes inwardly; was there even a need for such predictions!

In the capital, the twins looked at the second son of Sir Liu beside them, Jiang Ping said: "You invited us out just to stroll the streets?"

The new friend they met yesterday, the second son of Sir Liu, introduced by Sir Liu himself, and then the second son of Sir Liu invited them out today.

Now, having walked the streets for two quarters of an hour, but still just walking the streets, they were freezing to death. If it weren’t for the fact that the second son of Sir Liu was the son of their second uncle’s colleague, they would have already flung their sleeves and left.

The second son of Sir Liu reached into his purse, his father had given him Silver for making friends, "Let’s go to the teahouse."

Jiang An, "You’re speaking too softly, what did you say?"

The second son of Sir Liu looked at the teahouse, took a deep breath, "To drink tea."