Comprehensive film and television: The Queen of Rolls Opens the Roll Again

Only when Zhang Xueming walked into the dining room did Gong Yuanzheng raise his head in panic and watch her take the empty bowl handed to her by Su Rong, pour a bowl of rice oil on it, put a white porcelain spoon on it, and place it in front of him. She then took the serving chopsticks and picked up a cabbage and meat bun for him and put it on his plate.

"Eat." Zhang Xueming stayed up late to draw and then sneaked out to pick some flowers and eat some grass. He was now starving, so he made himself a bowl of rice oil, ate a bun, and started a new day of live eating.

Nanny Qin and the maids packed up their things and quietly left the small hall.

Gong Yuanzheng was not used to having breakfast so early, but she whetted his appetite. After drinking a bowl of rice oil, he couldn't help but sigh in comfort. He looked at her with a blushing face, and seeing that she didn't care, he started eating with big mouthfuls of food.

After a while, he asked tentatively: "Zhao Zhao, can you accompany me to the nearby woods to collect morning dew later?"

"it is good."

"Wait until I finish watering the flowers before we go to the corner palace to practice swordplay together?"

"Row."

"That……"

Stuffing a braised pork bun into Gong Yuanzheng's just opened mouth, Zhang Xueming said without raising his head: "Don't even think about going anywhere until you finish your breakfast."

"Oh." Gong Yuanzheng ate the bun with a puffy face, but there was a smile in his eyes that could not be erased.

……

It was still early for the sun to rise and the woods were very cold.

The lantern was hung on a low branch. Gong Yuanzheng held a small clay pot in one hand and a brush in the other.

Whenever he saw morning dew condensed on the leaves of low branches or shrubs, he would move the clay pot over and lightly touch the junction of the leaves and branches with a brush. "Tick," the dew would fall into the clay pot.

Gong Yuanzheng didn't like crowds, so Zhang Xueming only brought Su Rong and two maids, each of whom had a clay pot and a brush. After watching him demonstrate, Su Rong took the two maids and carried lanterns to a farther place to collect.

Zhang Xueming admired Gong Yuanzheng's focused and even pious expression for a while under the light, then quietly and silently drifted away.

Just because she is patient in learning doesn't mean she is also patient in doing such mechanical and trivial work. How can we expect her to be obedient at this time when she can fight with Gong Yuanzheng with a bamboo pole just to get a paper boat?

Zhang Xueming tried using her spiritual sense to assist her internal strength for dozens of times, and then she simply released a spiritual sense net to cover the area where she was, accurately finding every drop of morning dew, and then she flipped her palm and sent out a stream of internal strength. That stream of internal strength swept through the leaves of the shrubs with morning dew like a small whirlwind, sweeping away the morning dew without hurting the leaves at all.

Finally, the internal force circled the field, rolling up all the morning dew on the parallel line and returning to Zhang Xueming. She moved closer to the earthen jar, and just as the internal force dissipated, a small handful of morning dew fell into the jar.

Not long after, she came back holding a clay jar with the mouth covered with white gauze. The brush was still stuck in her waist belt, half of it sticking out.

"Here, it's full." Zhang Xueming handed the earthen jar to Gong Yuanzheng, in return receiving a surprised look from the other party.

She raised her eyebrows proudly, took the clay pot with a shallow layer of water from Gong Yuanzheng's hand, and demonstrated it once. Gong Yuanzheng was stunned: "This works?" Thinking about his current internal strength, he became depressed: "I have to wait until my internal strength is back before I can try it."

He asked Zhang Xueming curiously: "Zhao Zhao, do you usually use your internal energy like this?"

Zhang Xueming was already an experienced worker in collecting morning dew. He quickly filled a jar with it. He took the white yarn and hemp rope handed to him, and while tying the white yarn on the mouth of the jar, he said with a smile: "In my opinion, the purpose of cultivating internal strength is to make life easier. Otherwise, where can you find so many enemies to fight every day?"

She passed on her little experience in cultivation to Gong Yuanzheng: "When there are no enemies, use your internal energy to do some small things. You are practicing control. Once you are proficient in it, sending and receiving internal energy will become easy. But do everything within your ability. You must stop when there is only 10% of internal energy left. Drying up your internal energy will damage your Dantian. Don't believe what others say, 'You can get more internal energy if you squeeze it', or 'You can practice faster after using up your internal energy'."

Gong Yuanzheng held two earthenware jars, lowered his eyes and looked at her and smiled: "Except my brother and you, no one else would tell me these things."

Zhang Xueming naturally raised her hand and motioned him to bend down. The boy did as he was told and put his head under her palm meekly. He did not have any resistance or stiffness that would be expected of a martial artist who would expose his weak points to others' hands. His pigtail slid forward along with the movement, causing the little bell to jingle.

Zhang Xueming smiled and patted him on the head twice, whispering, "Cattle and sheep travel in herds, but wild beasts always travel alone."

Gong Yuanzheng looked at her with moist eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a gentle arc: "Yeah."

Thanks to Zhang Xueming's sudden idea, everyone finished this work that made their hands and feet cold ahead of time.

However, while realizing how powerful Zhang Xueming was, Su Rong and the two maids were also speechless about Zhang Xueming's abuse of his internal energy just to save trouble.

Zhang Xueming glanced at them and said nonchalantly, "I know not everyone is as skilled in martial arts as I am, but ordinary people have their own ways. Cover the mouth of the bamboo tube with gauze, hang it on a tree branch at night, and collect it the next morning - do you think the water collected inside is called morning dew?"

The two maids who had not learned martial arts had an expression of amazement, but Su Rong asked in disbelief: "How did Miss Zhao know what I was thinking?"

"Need I ask?" Zhang Xueming laughed, "It's written all over my face."

Gong Yuanzheng glanced at Su Rong's calm face, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he suddenly remembered what she said last night. He glanced at Su Rong and the two maids with disdain and snorted coldly: "Do you still need to ask? It's written on your face. Those who don't like to use their brains will become brainless sooner or later."

He quickly chased after the tight-fitting girl in front of him, leaving the three confused maids behind, questioning their lives.

Gong Yuanzheng had originally calculated the time, and he would finish work at dawn and go to Jiao Palace to practice swordsmanship with his brother. Unfortunately, Zhang Xueming was too fast, and when he finished watering the Chuyun Chonglian and returned to the small hall, it was still more than half an hour before dawn.

Seeing Zhang Xueming writing something in the study, he did not go over to look, but sat down opposite the desk. He glimpsed a few pieces of paper with words on them drying nearby, and after asking if he could read them, he carefully picked them up and read them. It turned out to be an application document for the purchase of materials.

Gong Yuanzheng looked at the skin care products and cosmetics listed on the papers, such as peach blossom water, ginseng pearl facial cream, and the names of a bunch of embroidery threads, spices, and painting pigments, and suddenly felt that the treasures he brought back from the Jiao Palace warehouse yesterday were not much.

Either...

"Zhao Zhao, I seem to have seen these peach blossom water and other things in a book called 'Collection of Prescriptions for Preserving Beauty'. I'll make them for you when I get back?" The more you can save, the better. The master of Zheng Palace doesn't have any surplus food at home.

Zhang Xueming raised his eyes and smiled: "Can you do it?"

"I can do it." As soon as he got back, he took out the book that he had once despised as useless and had thrown it into a corner to collect dust.

"Then I'll just use the ash of motherwort to mix with the rice washing water and make do for another two days." Zhang Xueming lowered his eyes regretfully, and said that he took the opportunity to collect an emoticon pack of Gong Shangjiao's collapse. He had a good brother, and he was envious.

"You don't have to buy embroidery thread. The palace ladies can go directly to the needlework room to get embroidery thread. Ask the maids to get it and ask them to make up for the missing thread."

Gong Yuanzheng also told her some gossip he heard when he visited Yu Palace one night: "I heard that the two former ladies who held swords didn't like needlework. Other palaces didn't have ladies, but the needlework room reported this budget every year, and the money saved was swallowed up by the steward. The steward is the sister-in-law of the commander of the guards, and she married the nephew of Steward Liu, who was under the steward of the palace gate and internal affairs."

"Amazing, Ayuan, you can even collect this kind of inside information." Zhang Xueming stared at Gong Yuanzheng with a burning gaze, with a look of surprise on his face as if he had found a treasure. With such a helper, why worry about not being able to make "Uncle Gong" bald?

Gong Yuanzheng chuckled sheepishly, tilting his little face up to smile at her like a flower: "Most pigments are made from plants and minerals. I can make this, too."

"Really?" Zhang Xueming put down her pen, pushed the last piece of paper full of words in front of him, and smiled: "Then I'll leave it to Ayuan."

Awesome! I practiced my handwriting, caught some fish, saved money, improved my relationship, and got some good news. I achieved five goals at once. Yeah!