"Aren't you going to eat? I think it's quite delicious and tastes good. For the people, food that can fill their stomachs is good food. The so-called lowly or elegant is something that only rich second generations who are born with wealth and do not know hunger or poverty pay attention to. "
Not only did Her Majesty's appetite increase, she ate two portions and asked the royal chef to prepare one for the Crown Princess, Jiang Yan.
Wei Ci remembered clearly that Her Majesty's body was getting weaker as she grew older. It was rare for her to have such a good appetite.
[The world is peaceful now, but I, Yan 'er, cannot forget the sufferings my ancestors suffered in this chaotic world. I must always be grateful and put the people's livelihood in the first place. Only then will I not let down the blood and sacrifice of my ancestors. There is no distinction between high and low food. Are you saying that if I throw all the delicacies at the state banquet to the pigs in the pigsty, they are lowly food and not worthy of being eaten by all of you here? "
With just a few words, she not only smoothed out the malicious humiliation, but also showed her love for the people.
At the same time, she handled it gently and avoided a bloody massacre. If she didn't say that, anyone who handled sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes, regardless of whether they were foreign ministers, servants, royal chefs or officials of the dynasty, could easily be accused of a groundless crime and could not escape the death penalty.
If the purge was carried out, at least 2,000 lives would be lost.
The majesty of the Emperor could not be challenged by anyone!
Her Majesty chose to handle it gently and even generously accepted sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes. She ordered the royal chefs to use these two foods as ingredients to research various dishes. When they were accepted by the people, they were promoted to the whole country. Who could have imagined that these two things could be so prolific!
Because of them, the Jiang dynasty did not have a large-scale food shortage.
After being reborn and seeing these two little things again, Wei Ci's heart was filled with emotions.
Before he could come back to his senses, he heard Gu Xin's words.
"However, they are not popular locally. People won't eat them unless they are extremely hungry. They are usually fed to domestic pigs."
Jiang Pengji's expression did not change at all. She smiled and said, "They taste good. It's good that they are edible."
Wei Ci's expression became gentler and the smile on his lips became wider.
Her Majesty was indeed the Emperor.
No matter when she was, her pure and innocent nature had never changed.
Gu Xin smiled bitterly. "Little Master is still so open-minded … This old servant hasn't finished speaking."
Jiang Pengji was drooling over the taste of the roasted sweet potatoes that the audience was talking about. She asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"
"This old servant naturally has a reason for bringing them back. If it wasn't for this, this old servant wouldn't have dared to send such unpresentable food to Little Master. "Gu Xin's way of thinking was still very conservative. Humans shouldn't fight over food with animals, it would be shameful to say it out loud.
"Uncle Gu, I'm listening."
Gu Xin said carefully, "They have a high yield and are easy to grow. They are not afraid of drought, and people can eat them to fill their stomachs. They are suitable for farmers. However, this old servant carefully inquired about it. According to the old farmer, eating them together with a few kinds of food will counteract each other. In serious cases, it can even cause death, so it's better to be cautious. For example, persimmons, eggs, river crabs, and so on. If it's light, it can cause unbearable abdominal pain. If it's serious, it can cause the intestines to rot. "
Jiang Pengji said, "Uncle Gu is really meticulous. If it were me, I'm afraid I wouldn't have noticed it."
Gu Xin smiled, "Little boss is too humble."
By the time they finished talking, the sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes were almost cooked.
Jiang Pengji found a stick and prodded them out of the fire.
"Hot, hot, hot …"
Her fingertips were scalded, and she raised her hand to pinch her ear. Only then did she feel better.
When she peeled off the scorched surface and revealed the golden and fragrant melon flesh, she salivated even faster.
She divided the roasted sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes into several portions and sent someone to deliver them to Feng Zhen and Qiguan Rang. The remaining portion was divided among the three of them in the tent.
"Uncle Gu, you're getting old. Why don't you settle down and stop personally running around for business?" Jiang Pengji sighed.
Gu Xin traveled north and south for business. It wasn't that he hadn't encountered danger. There were a few times when he almost lost all his belongings.
He thought about the current situation of the five countries in the Central Plains and had no choice but to nod in agreement.
He was old, and it was time for him to stop and retire.
Jiang Pengji said, "I'll take care of you when you're old."
"This old servant also has filial sons and daughters. Little boss, you can't deprive them of their desire to be filial to their father." Gu Xin laughed heartily, his eyes full of sincerity. "This old servant has no regrets in this life to be able to hear you say this … No, there is one thing …"
"What is it?"
"Little boss, you're already 19 years old. When spring comes, you'll be 20 … Forgive this old servant for overstepping his bounds, but you should also consider your own affairs."
His little boss was definitely the best. No man in the world was worthy of her.
However, if the little boss didn't get married, how would she have children?
If she didn't have any descendants, Gu Xin wouldn't be able to rest in peace even if he closed his eyes.
"This matter isn't urgent." Jiang Pengji smiled. "Didn't I previously stipulate that female soldiers in the female battalion can only be discharged and married at the age of 25? I'm their lord. Every word and action is their role model. As their lord, I can't take the lead in breaking the rules. It's still early. "
Jiang Pengji's tone left no room for doubt. Gu Xin could only give up.
The sky gradually darkened. Gu Xin got up and bade farewell.
Jiang Pengji sent Gu Xin off and said to Wei Ci, "Zixiao, did you hear what Uncle Gu said just now?"
Wei Ci pursed his lips and didn't say a word.
"Sigh, it's not that I don't want to. It's obvious that she's unwilling to agree. I can only delay it as long as I can."
"Lord!" Wei Ci couldn't help but speak.
"If you don't want me to talk nonsense, why don't you quickly submit?"
Wei Ci took a deep breath and hurriedly bowed before retreating.
He was traumatized by "never submitting". He would be safe if he left early.
Jiang Pengji stood on the spot and shrugged at the audience in the streaming room.
Streamer V: "Look, you scared people away by playing straight. It's better to cook slowly."
The audience's greatest joy now was to watch Jiang Pengji conquer the world, chase after Wei Ci, and trick her subordinates.
The progress of the former and the latter had been climbing forward. Only the middle one had a long way to go.
Yixia Jixing: "My heart aches for the streamer. What kind of strategy and difficulty are you facing? Hell mode is nothing more than this, right? "
Wither into dust: "My heart aches too. To the streamer, the difficulty of conquering Beauty Ci seems to be more difficult than conquering the world.
My heart hurts, buddy. "
Jiang Pengji stationed troops at the border of Chongzhou and trained them every day to intimidate the northern borderline.
The atmosphere became more and more solemn. There was a feeling that a war was about to break out.
Sun Wen lived up to his previous bragging. He played the political situation of the northern borderline in the palm of his hand.
Following the incident of "hunting deer" and "Partridge dying of illness," the conflict between the nine princes and the King of the northern borderline completely surfaced.
The northern borderline had the habit of autumn hunting to maintain their bloodthirstiness.
Deeply influenced by the Han family's pursuit of deer, the King of the northern borderline also advocated hunting deer to show his supreme status in the northern borderline.
In this year's autumn hunt, the deer was killed by the eldest prince.
However, the arrow that killed the deer belonged to the second prince.
The King of the northern borderline was so angry that his beard was about to fly off. He investigated and scolded his two sons, but in the end, he found out that the third prince was the culprit.
"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind! You and Wu Liba learned the Han culture well, but you actually used it on your own brother! "
Beside him, the fourth prince's eyes flashed with a shrewd light.
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