Daqin: White porridge and pickled mustard tuber, I became the national teacher

As he spoke, Ying Zheng waved his hand.

Xia Lin walked into the hall with a row of palace servants.

A piece of paper was given to each minister.

There are not many, just three per person.

After sending them off, Xia Lin led the palace servants and left.

The ministers looked at what they had in their hands.

Is this paper?

It was given by you, sir, or made by your majesty’s order?

All the ministers know of your existence.

We also know that she has taken out a lot of good things before, but many people don’t know what they are exactly.

Only a few people such as Wang Wan, Feng Quji, Meng Tian and Meng Yi knew about it.

Oh, and of course, there's Li Si.

At this time, Li Si was looking down at the things that were distributed to him.

So this thing is paper?

Yesterday he saw His Majesty use this thing to write down how to grow corn, and then he handed it to him.

At that time, he didn't think of asking, it turns out that this thing is called paper.

It was also given by my husband.

At this time, Li Si had completely forgotten that Ying Zheng was talking about the recipe given by Qi Pan and the paper made by the craftsman.

In his opinion, this rounding was given by the gentleman.

No difference.

Seeing that everyone had received the paper, Ying Zheng spoke again.

"Let's try out this paper first."

"Starting tomorrow, if you want to submit a memorial, please write it on paper first."

what?

Write the memorial on paper?

The ministers were stunned.

One of the ministers asked in confusion, "Your Majesty, such a precious thing is used to write a memorial..."

“Isn’t that too extravagant?”

He didn't dare say anything, isn't this a waste!

This paper looks extremely expensive!

It should be placed in the study for worship. Looking at it and touching it every day is a great blessing from heaven!

How can I waste my time on writing memorials?

Ying Zheng said, "It's OK. Now this item is only used internally."

"They will be issued every three days, three at a time."

"If there is any unused stock, you may dispose of it at your own will."

what?

If you can’t finish using it, can you dispose of it yourself?

Still issuing three tickets every three days?

One person ventured to ask, "I wonder if... you can accept cash?"

Ok?

Am I such a stingy person?

Ying Zheng said, "No, I will give it away for free."

"Oh! Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The man's eyes lit up.

Ying Zheng spoke again, "Besides this paper, there is another thing."

"This thing is called a brush, and it was made by General Meng Tian."

what?

A writing brush?

Just as everyone was puzzled, Xia Lin, accompanied by a row of palace servants, walked into the palace again.

They held a tray in their hands, with a brush quietly placed on the tray.

The ministers took the brushes in their hands.

Meng Tian, ​​standing among the crowd, felt very happy.

This is an improved method provided by the gentleman, and he personally led his team to make it.

No one can understand this sense of accomplishment!

.........

After retreating from the court.

The ministers each held a brush and three sheets of paper and left the hall.

Everyone's face was filled with excitement, as if they couldn't wait to offer up the brush and paper in their hands!

They carefully guarded her all the way, fearing that she would get hurt while leaving the palace.

Wang Wan, Feng Quji and Meng Tian stayed behind.

Originally Li Si wanted to stay, but he thought of the corn seeds that His Majesty gave him yesterday.

The planting time for this corn is extremely tight!

He dared not delay.

So he followed the ministers and left the hall.

Ying Zheng looked at Wang Wan, Feng Quji and Meng Tian who were standing below him.

Without him saying anything, Wang Wan walked to the table at the side and sat down.

First, he carefully placed the brush and paper in his hand on the side of the table.

Then he began to pick up the bamboo slips and handle government affairs.

Ying Zheng said to Meng Tian, ​​"Please go to the kitchen and tell them that I am leaving the palace today."

"Tell them to prepare some food, and, yes, the gentleman's frozen pears. Tell them to prepare them, too."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Meng Tian responded, turned and walked out.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Meng Tian saw Xiang Heliang standing next to the stove.

He walked over quickly and said, "His Majesty has ordered us to prepare some food and leave the palace today."

Oh?

Your Majesty is leaving the palace today?

Xiang Heliang said, "Okay, I just made some new food this morning."

"You can take them over later and hand them over to His Majesty."

"it is good."

Meng Tian replied, "Oh, and the frozen pears that the gentleman ordered, don't forget them."

"Don't worry, I won't forget it."

The little palace maid who was squatting in front of the stove in the corner and making fire heard the conversation between the two and secretly took note of it.

Then he continued to lower his head and add firewood to the stove.

After the firewood next to him was almost burned out, he whispered to the person next to him.

"I'm going to go get some firewood. Please help me watch the fire in the stove."

"Okay, hurry up."

The man responded and walked out quickly.

Then he slipped away when no one was paying attention.

In a corner.

The palace servant bent over and said to little Dengzi, "Eunuch Deng, I heard that His Majesty is leaving the palace today."

what?

Your Majesty, are you going to leave the palace today?

Xiao Dengzi said, "Okay, I understand."

"Go back and keep watching. I'll tell Lord Zhao the news."

After saying that, he took out a purse from his sleeve and stuffed it over.

"Take it and look at it carefully."

"Hey, good."

The palace maid held the money bag with a smile on her face.

"Don't worry, Eunuch Deng. I will keep a close eye on you!"

Hey.

Made another fortune!

This money is so easy to make!

After turning around and looking around to make sure there was no one around, Xiao Dengzi left quickly.

After hiding the purse in his hand, the palace servant hurried back to the kitchen.

As he walked back to the stove with a bundle of firewood, Xiao Muzi, who was helping him look after it, asked in a low voice.

"Why have you been gone so long?"

Little Leo said, "Oh, I just had a stomachache, so I went to the toilet."

As he spoke, he rubbed his stomach with his hands.

"Hiss... I don't know if I have an upset stomach."

Xiao Muzi opened his pair of black eyes and glanced at Xiao Lizi.

He smiled and said, "Maybe you didn't sleep well at night and caught a cold?"

"Come on, come on, watch the fire in your stove, warm your hands and hold your stomach, you never know, it might get better."

"It's possible. I'll try."

Little Li squatted in front of the stove and added a piece of firewood.

He stretched his hands over and warmed them. After they were warm, he covered his abdomen with his hands and rubbed them.

Then pretend to be surprised.

"Huh? It really works? It really doesn't hurt anymore!"

"Then you should roast more."

Xiao Muzi stared at Xiao Lizi with a smile, then raised his hand and added two pieces of firewood to his stove.

the other side.

After hearing the news, Xiao Dengzi quickly returned to Zhao Gao's room.

"Lord Zhao! I just received news that His Majesty will be leaving the palace today!"

what?

Your Majesty is leaving the palace again?

Zhao Gao, who had just finished exercising and lay back in bed, suddenly sat up in shock.

"Where's Xia Lin? Did His Majesty say whether Xia Lin should go with him?"

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