The girl traveled through another world and forced the prince to take the imperial examination

It's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it's hard to go back to frugality. How could a time traveler who's eaten braised chicken with rice ever want to eat only boiled cabbage every day? What could possibly stump a time traveler? If there's nothing, just create something!

Mu Qingcheng immediately picked up her brush and began to draw quickly on the paper. But she couldn't draw quickly. She wasn't used to the brush.

"Yunqing, lend me the carbon pen."

Yun Qing quickly covered the notebook in his arms. He treasured this pen especially. Ever since Mu Qingcheng told him that this pen was not infinitely usable and would be useless once the ink ran out, he wanted to hide the pen away so that no one could touch it.

"doing what?"

"Draw a picture!"

"What do you want to draw? I'll draw it for you."

Mu Qingcheng: “…” Stingy!

"Okay!" It gradually became her habit to just move her mouth without having to do anything herself.

"Let me tell you what I'm going to do. We don't have any vegetables, so let's grow our own!"

Yun Qing burst out laughing: "Grow your own vegetables? Where are you going to grow them?"

Mu Qingcheng pointed to the hot spring outside and said, "Let's plant them next to the hot spring. It's like spring all year round there, with sunshine and humid air. It's perfect for growing vegetables."

Yun Qing nodded. He had just been thinking that the land could be used to grow vegetables.

"Why do we need to draw a picture for this? Just let Moyu clean up the flowers and plants and plant some vegetables!"

Mu Qingcheng pouted in dissatisfaction: "No, no one is allowed to touch my flowers."

This little girl is like a little wolf cub guarding her food. If anyone dares to touch her beloved things, she will fight you to the death. Yun Qing was so worried that he pinched his eyebrows and said, "Then tell me what to do?"

"So I need to draw a picture! Now I'll talk and you draw."

Mu Qingcheng directed Yun Qing as they wrote, drew, and revised. Yun Qing, who had been completely bewildered, became increasingly delighted the more she drew.

"We can use bamboo to build these three-tiered shelves and place the vegetable pots on top. We can use ceramic or wood. Yunqing, what material do you think is best?"

Yun Qing kept painting the flower stand. His painting skills were good and it was obvious that he had practiced hard. Even though he couldn't see, his paintings were still very neat.

"Of course clay pots are better, wooden ones rot easily."

Mu Qingcheng nodded: "What should we plant? Chives, shallots, garlic sprouts, green vegetables, I wonder if there are green peppers, cucumbers...? It seems like we really need to go to Fuzhou."

Mu Qingcheng was making a list on a piece of paper. Yun Qing looked up at the little girl and said with a smile, "Fuzhou is a good place. I'll take you there when the poison in my body is cured."

"Really!" Mu Qingcheng heard that she could go out for a trip, so she had to look forward to it. This was ancient tourism, so she asked which travel agency could take the order.

"Yes! Yunqing, when did you start detoxifying?"

Yun Qing frowned. He wasn't sure if anything unexpected would happen during the detoxification process. As Doctor Ma had said, he needed a doctor present.

I don't know where this old man has gone. He asked Mo Yu to go look for him in town a few days ago, but no one had seen Doctor Ma. He should still be in the mountains, but it's been so long and he hasn't come back. Could he have been captured by the people from Lao Chen Village and forced to mine?

Yun Qing said, "I'm waiting for Doctor Ma to come back."

Mu Qingcheng put a pen against her head and said, "That's good. It's not bad to have a doctor by your side. I just don't know where this Doctor Ma is. He's really not reliable at all."

Yun Qing said, "Don't worry, let Moyu go to the mountain to look for it in a couple of days."

"Ah?" Mu Qingcheng glanced at Mo Yu standing at the door and said worriedly, "The mountain is so dangerous. If you let Mo Yu go alone, what if something happens to him?"

Yun Qing complained in his heart that Mo Yu was a Dragon Shadow Guard, and he was able to escape with him when he was being chased by hundreds of people. He just went up the mountain to find someone.

"Don't worry! He's very capable!"

Mu Qingcheng thought about it and felt relieved. This Mo Yu was no ordinary person. He was the hero, a darling of heaven with great luck. He could easily pick up tens of thousands of taels of silver when he went out. Maybe he could pick up even more treasures this time when he went up the mountain!

So, Mu Qingcheng quickly thought of "coal". Then, could this beloved girl pick up some coal for her?

Maybe, it really works!

"Yunqing, since Moyu can go up the mountain, can you let him look for coal while he's there? There's no need to look for it deliberately. If he comes across it, it's fate. If he doesn't, it can only be said that fate hasn't arrived yet. Let's look for it slowly."

Yun Qing nodded. He also wanted to find coal as soon as possible. The northern border guards urgently needed coal for heating.

Seeing Yun Qing frown again, Mu Qingcheng knew he was worried about the Northland. Winter had already arrived in the Northland, so there was no time to delay.

"Yunqing, let's make salt now and exchange it for food first. But isn't selling salt illegally a serious crime? Will we be arrested and beheaded?"

Yun Qing smiled and said, "Don't worry, just go and make salt. The more the better. No one will dare to punish us."

"Oh!" Looking at his unfathomable expression, Mu Qingcheng couldn't doubt him at all.

Mu Qingcheng quickly drew a picture for Mo Yu and asked Mo Yu to prepare a wooden barrel, drill a hole in the bottom, cover it with a piece of fine linen, put a layer of fine sand on the linen, put coarse sand on the fine sand, put small stones on the coarse sand, and put charcoal on the small stones.

Prepare two more iron pots to boil salt water later.

Mo Yu looked at the picture and said in disbelief, "Is it that simple?"

"How is that possible! If it were so simple, wouldn't everyone in the world know how to do it?"

Mu Qingcheng began to deceive Mo Yu again, saying, "I am a fairy who can cast spells. The most important thing is of course my golden finger, which can turn decay into magic. Everything else is unimportant."

"Oh!" Mo Yu's eyes immediately lit up with admiration.

Yun Qing pinched his brows. This stupid Mo Yu would be fooled by the little girl sooner or later. It seemed that when his Dragon Shadow Guard arrived, he would be the first one to be given to Nuan Nuan.

Mo Yu worked quickly, and within two hours he had gathered two large pots, a wooden barrel, sand, charcoal, and everything else. He couldn't wait to see how Miss Mu would turn rocks into salt.

Mu Qingcheng stood in front of two large pots, directing Mo Yu, Zi Jin and Zi Pei.

She had Zijin and Zipei soak half of the coarse salt in clean water and stir until it dissolved. She had Moyu take the other half of the coarse salt, dissolve it in clean water, and pour it into a wooden barrel to filter out the concentrated brine.

Zijin and Zipei's crude brine, after being left to stand, became brine. Meanwhile, Moyu's crude brine, after being filtered, became concentrated brine. Mu Qingcheng, fearing excessive impurities, had Moyu filter it twice more.

Mix the brine and concentrated salt water in a 1:1 ratio and pour it into the pot to heat. Mu Qingcheng stood by the pot, not daring to leave. She was unsure whether she could make refined salt. If that failed, she had another plan.

Mu Qingcheng stood by the pot and directed Mo Yu to stir it constantly. Mo Yu was still waiting to see when Mu Qingcheng would cast a spell so that he could be the first to see it.

However, his hands were sore but he still didn't see Mu Qingcheng cast the spell.

"Look, look, white salt is coming out, white salt is coming out." Zijin couldn't help but screaming while standing by the pot.

Sure enough, the water evaporated and white crystals began to form at the bottom of the pot. These white crystals were as white as fine sand and gathered more and more. Salt was produced, real salt, and it was refined salt.

"Mo Yu, don't stop, keep stirring." Mu Qingcheng's heart calmed down and she continued to pay attention to the white crystals in the pot.

"Zijin, turn down the heat a little."

"Zipei, change Moyu and let him rest for a while while you continue stirring."

Zipei wanted to change Moyu, but Moyu refused. No matter how tired he was, he would insist on doing it because he just wanted to see how Miss Mu cast the spell.