don't you eat? I think it's delicious and tastes good. For the people, food that fills their stomachs is good food. The so-called lowly or elegant, that is only the second ancestor of the rich family who was born rich and did not know hunger and poverty.
Not only did His Majesty have a great appetite, he ate two servings, and also asked the royal chef to prepare one for his wife Jiang Yan.
Wei Ci remembered very clearly that as His Majesty got older and his body gradually deteriorated, he seldom had such a good appetite.
Today, the world is prosperous and peaceful, but Yan'er can't forget the sufferings of the ancestors in the troubled times. At that time, she was always grateful and must put the people's livelihood in the first place, so as to live up to the bloodshed and sacrifice of the sages. There is no distinction between high and low food. Could it be said that if I threw all the delicacies from the state banquet to the pigs in the pigsty, they are lowly eaten and not worthy of being eaten by the lords here
A few words not only smoothed out the malicious humiliation, but also showed his love for the people by the way.
At the same time, she also handled it gently, avoiding a bloody slaughter. If she didn't say so, anyone who handled sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes, whether they were dedicated officials, servants, royal chefs, or officials of the dynasty, would easily be charged with trumped-up charges, and the death penalty could not escape.
If it was cleaned up, it would have cost more than 2,000 lives at least.
The majesty of the emperor cannot be challenged by anyone!
His Majesty chose to handle it with care, and even accepted sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes generously, and ordered the royal chef to use these two foods as materials to study various dishes, and then promote them nationwide after they were accepted by the public. Who can imagine that these two things are so productive!
Because of them, Jiang Chao has not experienced large-scale food shortages since then.
After being reborn again, seeing these two little things again, Wei Ci was filled with emotion.
Before he could return to his senses, he heard Gu Xin's words in his ears.
"However, they are not popular locally, people will not eat them unless they are very hungry, and they are usually fed to domestic pigs."
Jiang Pengji's expression was not at all strange, she said with a smile, "It tastes good, as long as you can eat it."
When Wei Ci heard this, her expression became softer and the smile on her lips gradually deepened.
Your Majesty is still Your Majesty.
No matter when she was, her pure and unsullied nature had not changed.
Gu Xin smiled bitterly and said, "The little boss is still such an open-minded old slave and he hasn't finished talking yet."
Jiang Pengji coveted what the audience said about the taste of roasted sweet potatoes, and asked, "What else is there to say?"
"The old slave brought them back for a reason. If it weren't for this, the old slave would not dare to send such unpalatable food to the little master." Gu Xin's thinking is still very conservative. You can't snatch food from animals, and it's shameful to talk about it.
"Uncle Gu said, I'll listen."
Gu Xin said carefully, "They are very productive, easy to grow, not afraid of drought, and people can eat enough to satisfy their stomachs, but they are suitable for farmers to grow. However, the old slave asked carefully. According to the old farmers, they are the same as certain foods. Eating will inhibit each other, and it can even cause death in severe cases, so be cautious. For example, persimmons, eggs, river crabs, etc., can cause unbearable abdominal pain in mild cases, and rotten stomachs in severe cases.”
Jiang Pengji said, "Uncle Gu is still meticulous. If it was me, I'm afraid I wouldn't notice it."
Gu Xin smiled and said, "The little boss is humble."
After speaking, the sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes are almost ripe.
Jiang Pengji found a stick to fiddle with them from the fire.
"Hot hot hot-"
Her fingertips were scalded, and she felt better when she raised her hand and pinched the base of her ear.
When she peeled off the charred surface, revealing the golden and fragrant melon flesh, the saliva secreted faster.
She divided the baked sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes into several portions, sent them to Feng Zhen and Qi Guan Rang, and divided the rest among the three of them.
"Uncle Gu is also getting old, so it's better to settle down and stop running the business in person." Jiang Pengji sighed.
Gu Xin traveled from south to north in business, and it was not that he had never encountered danger. On several occasions, he almost lost his belongings.
He thought about the current situation of the five countries in the Central Plains, and had no choice but to nod.
He is old, and he should stop and take good care of himself.
Jiang Pengji said, "I will give you old age."
"The old slave also has filial sons and daughters, and the little boss can't deprive them of their desire to be filial to the old father." Gu Xin laughed, his eyes were full of sincerity, "The old slave can listen to you and have no regrets in this life. No, there is one."
"what?"
"The little master is already nineteen years old. When the spring begins, it will be twenty to forgive the old slave's arrogance. You should also consider your own affairs."
My own little club is definitely the best, and no man in the world deserves it.
However, if the small boss does not have a family, how can 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 female soldiers in the female battalion can retire and marry at the age of 25? I am their protagonist, and my words and deeds are their example. As the protagonist, You can't take the lead in breaking the rules, it's still early."
Jiang Pengji's tone cannot be questioned, and Gu Xin can only die.
The sky was getting dark, Gu Xin got up and said goodbye.
Jiang Pengji sent Gu Xin away and said to Wei Ci who was beside him, "Did Zixiao hear what Uncle Gu just said?"
Wei Ci pursed her lips and said nothing.
"Oh, why don't I want to? It's obviously because people don't agree, so it can only be delayed for a while."
"Master!" Wei Ci couldn't help but say.
"Don't want me to talk nonsense, why don't Zixiao join soon?"
Wei Ci took a deep breath and hurriedly stepped back.
He has a psychological shadow on "Never Follow", so he left early to stay safe.
Jiang Pengji stood there and shrugged at the audience in the live broadcast room.
Anchor v: You see, hitting straight balls scare people away, so it’s better to cook slowly.
The biggest fun of the audience now is to watch Jiang Pengji conquer the world, chase Wei Ci, and pit his men.
The progress of the former and the latter has been climbing forward, but the middle one has a long way to go.
One Xia Jixing: I really feel sorry for the anchor, what kind of strategy difficulty do you encounter? Hell mode is just that, right
Withered into dust: I feel sorry for the same. For the anchor, it seems that it is more difficult to conquer the benevolent than to conquer the world.
I'm worried, old man.
Jiang Pengji stationed troops on the border of Chongzhou, training troops every day to intimidate the northern Xinjiang.
The atmosphere became more and more dignified, and there was a sense of immediate vision of a battle.
Sun Wen lived up to his previous boasting, and he really played with the political situation in Northern Xinjiang between applause.
With the incidents of "Hunting Deer and Shooting Deer" and "Partridge Ying Died of Sickness", the contradiction 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.
Deeply influenced by the Han family's chasing deer, the king of northern Xinjiang also respected hunting and shooting deer, in order to show his supreme status in northern Xinjiang.
In this autumn hunting this year, 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, and he strictly investigated and scolded his two sons, but in the end it was found out that the third prince did it.
"The mantis catching the cicada and the oriole is behind! You and Wu Liba learned the Han culture well, and you actually used it on your own brother!"
On the side, a light flashed in the eyes of the fourth prince.
Harenza's confidant staff is indeed a rare talent!