Nine Hundred and Thirty Eighth: Rabbit Sheep Poison Policy (11)

[Aren't you going to eat? I think it's delicious, and it tastes good. For the people, food that can fill their stomachs is good food. The so-called lowliness or elegance are only paid attention to by the second generation ancestors of rich families who were born rich and know nothing about hunger and poverty. 】

His Majesty not only had a great appetite, he ate two servings, and asked the imperial chef to prepare one for the princess Jiang Yan.

Wei Ci remembered very clearly that the older His Majesty was, the health was getting worse every day, and it was rare for His Majesty to have such a good appetite.

[Nowadays, the prosperous world is peaceful, but Yan'er can't forget the sufferings of his ancestors in the troubled times. At that time, he was always grateful, and he must put the people's livelihood in the first place, so as to live up to the blood and sacrifices of the sages. There is no distinction between high and low food. Could it be said that if I throw all the delicacies at the state banquet to the pigs in the pigsty, they are low-level food and are not worthy of being eaten by the lords here? 】

A few words not only wiped away the malicious humiliation, but also showed his love for the people by the way.

At the same time, she handled it with care, avoiding a bloody massacre. If she didn't say that, anyone who handled sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes, whether they were the courtiers, servants, imperial cooks or officials of the dynasty, would be easily charged with unwarranted crimes, and death would be inevitable.

If the cleaning continues, at least two thousand people will die.

The majesty of the emperor cannot be provoked by anyone!

His Majesty chose to take it lightly, and even accepted sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes generously. He asked the imperial chef to use these two foods as materials to study various dishes, and then promote them throughout the country after they are accepted by the people. Who can imagine that these two things are so productive!

Because of them, there has been no large-scale food shortage in the Jiang Dynasty since then.

After being reborn, seeing these two little things goodbye, Wei Ci was filled with emotion.

Before he recovered, he heard Gu Xin's words.

"However, they are not popular in the local area. People don't eat them unless they are extremely hungry. They are usually fed to domestic pigs."

Jiang Pengji's expression didn't change at all, she smiled and said, "It tastes good, as long as you can eat it."

After hearing this, Wei Ci's expression became softer, and the smile on the corners of his lips grew stronger.

His Majesty is indeed His Majesty.

No matter when she was, her pure and innocent nature has not changed.

Gu Xin said with a wry smile, "The little master still has such an open-minded temper...the old slave hasn't finished talking yet."

Jiang Pengji coveted the taste of roasted sweet potatoes that the audience talked about, so she pulled out her mind and asked, "Is there anything else to say?"

"Of course there is a reason for the old slave to bring them back. If it weren't for this, the old slave would not have dared to send such unrefined food to the young owner." Gu Xin's thinking is still very conservative. You can't compete with animals for food, it's embarrassing to talk about it.

"Uncle Gu said, I'm listening."

Gu Xin said carefully, "They have a huge yield, are easy to grow, and are not afraid of drought. People can eat enough to satisfy their hunger. They are suitable for farmers to grow. But the old slave checked carefully. According to the old farmer, they are the same as certain foods. Food will be incompatible, and it can even cause death in serious cases, so we still have to be cautious. For example, persimmons, eggs, river crabs, etc., can cause unbearable abdominal pain in mild cases, and guts in severe cases.”

Jiang Pengji said, "It's Uncle Gu who does things meticulously. If it were me, I'm afraid I wouldn't notice it."

Gu Xin said with a smile, "Young master is humble."

After speaking, sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes are almost ripe.

Jiang Pengji found a stick and poked them out of the fire.

"Hot hot hot—"

Her fingertips were burned, and she raised her hand to pinch the base of her ear to feel better.

When she peeled away the burnt black surface, revealing the golden and fragrant melon flesh, the secretion of saliva became faster.

She divided the roasted sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes into several portions, and sent someone to deliver them to Feng Zhen and Qi Guanrang, and the remaining three shared among them.

"Uncle Gu is getting old, why don't you just settle down and stop running the business yourself." Jiang Pengji sighed.

It's not that he has never encountered danger in his business trips from south to north, and he almost lost his belongings several times.

He thought about the current situation of the five countries in the Central Plains, and had no choice but to nod in response.

He is old, he should stop and take care of his old age.

Jiang Pengji said, "I'll give you a pension."

"There are filial sons and daughters at the knees of this old slave, and the little boss can't deprive them of their desire to be filial to their father." Gu Xin laughed, his eyes were full of sincerity, "This old slave can listen to what you say, and I have no regrets in this life Well... no, there is one..."

"what?"

"Xiaodong's family is nineteen years old, and they will be twenty when spring begins... Forgive me for presumptuousness, you should also consider your own affairs."

My little boss is definitely the best, no man in the world is worthy of it.

However, if Xiaodong's family does not start a family, how will they have children?

If there are no descendants, Gu Xin can't feel at ease even if he closes his eyes.

"This matter is not urgent." Jiang Pengji smiled, "Didn't I stipulate that the female soldiers of the female battalion can retire and marry at the age of 25? I am their lord, and every word and deed is their example. As the lord, You can’t take the lead in breaking the rules, it’s still early.”

Jiang Pengji's tone cannot be questioned, Gu Xin can only silence.

As the sky darkened, Gu Xin got up to say goodbye.

Jiang Pengji sent Gu Xin away, and said to Wei Ci, "Zi Xiao heard what Uncle Gu just said?"

Wei Ci pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Oh, it's because I don't want to, it's obvious that people don't want to respond, so it can only be delayed for a while."

"My lord!" Wei Ci couldn't help but uttered.

"I don't want to talk nonsense, why don't Zixiao follow suit?"

Wei Ci took a deep breath, hurriedly bowed and retreated.

He has a psychological shadow of "never follow", so leave early to keep safe.

Jiang Pengji stood on the spot, shrugging to the audience in the live broadcast room.

[Anchor V: Look, hitting a straight ball scares people away, so it's better to cook slowly. 】

The biggest pleasure for the audience now is to watch Jiang Pengji conquer the world, chase Wei Ci, and cheat his subordinates.

The progress of the former and the latter has been climbing forward, but the middle one has a long way to go.

[Yi Xia Ji Xing]: I really feel sorry for the anchor, what kind of difficulty is encountered in the strategy? Hell mode is nothing more than that, right?

[Withered and turned into dust]: I feel sorry for you. For the anchor, it seems that it is more difficult to conquer the kind and beautiful people than to conquer the world.

It hurts, old man.

Jiang Pengji stationed troops on the border of Chongzhou, training troops every day to intimidate northern Xinjiang.

The atmosphere became more and more dignified, and there was a great sense of sight that a war was about to start.

Sun Wen lived up to his previous bragging, and really played with the political situation in northern Xinjiang between applause.

Following the incidents of "hunting and shooting deer" and "Partridge Ying died of illness", the conflict between the nine princes and the king of northern Xinjiang completely surfaced.

Northern Xinjiang has the habit of hunting in autumn, in order to maintain the blood in their bones.

Influenced by the competition of the Han family, the King of Northern Xinjiang also advocated hunting and shooting deer to show his supreme status in Northern Xinjiang.

This year's autumn hunt, the head deer was killed by the eldest prince.

But the arrow that shot the deer belonged to the second prince.

The king of Beijiang was so angry that his beard was about to fly off. Yan Cha scolded his two sons, but finally found out that it was the third prince who did it.

"The mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind! You and Wu Liba have learned the culture of the Han family well, and even used it on your own brother!"

On the side, a gleam flashed in the fourth prince's eyes.

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