The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

One reason is that he is now the one in charge of the Bo Mansion, so it is legitimate for him to hand it over to the Emperor of Chu.

Second, Duan Jingzong was loyal, and the Emperor of Chu was an emperor who could see through his subordinates' thoughts at a glance. Song Shengfu felt that her thoughts were impure and could be easily seen through.

For the King of Chu, there is nothing more useful and pleasing than the loyalty of his subjects.

"Mother, please have a good rest. Your body..."

Song Shengfu waved her hand. She knew her own body well. "Oh, and Jing'an, come over too."

Duan Jing'an finally felt relieved when he saw his mother's energetic look.

Song Shengfu looked at everyone's worried eyes and thought that if she ate enough, she could live at least another 10 to 20 years.

That’s right, Song Shengfu is very hungry now.

My eyes were glowing green with hunger, and I wanted to eat all the food I had eaten in the past few days.

Later, I couldn't stand it anymore and didn't care about eating small meals frequently. I just had someone bring in the food and started eating a lot.

When Duan Jingzong came in the evening, Song Shengfu was drinking a bowl of digestive soup.

"Old lady, you can't eat anymore. If you eat too much today, you'll have stomach pain tomorrow and that won't be good."

Su Qiu was trying to persuade him. Besides taking care of the old lady, she also studied pharmacology with Mr. Xu.

Mr. Xu was good at nursing, so Suqiu followed him to learn. She had good talent, so Mr. Xu was willing to take her with him.

In addition to her, there are some talented students in Xunlu Girls' School, who are now following Mr. Xu.

"I know, Suqiu, you don't know how hungry I am. I just want to eat something to fill my stomach."

Among these maids, Suchun and Sudong are the strictest.

Seeing the old lady's aggrieved look, Suqiu felt a lump in her throat and tears welled up in her eyes.

"The old lady has suffered so much. I'll have someone make something delicious and easy to digest tomorrow, okay?"

As Song Shengfu drank the soup, a hint of cunning flashed across her eyes.

"Oh, I knew you were the best girl. Go and see if the uncle has arrived."

Song Shengfu asked someone to bring all the things in the study over, rummaged through them, and picked up some of them before taking out a piece of paper.

These are some of the things she had recorded in the past. They had been developed in the girls' school a long time ago, and some had been improved through several versions.

One of the things she had to hand in was this instant noodles, which were the instant noodles that were popular in the streets and alleys in the past.

This thing is light and easy to carry, which is very convenient for marching and fighting.

In this era, there were plenty of food supplies for marching and fighting. Those who had plenty of time would mix rice, vegetables and salt in a big pot and cook them, and everyone would line up to receive their meals.

In times of emergency, they would distribute cooked and dried food to each person. Those with better food would gather together to boil a pot of hot water and soak it in water. Those who didn't have time would just eat the dry food directly.

Of course, their diet also includes steamed buns, naan and the like, which they carry with them.

Overall, the military diet of this era was pretty good.

This instant noodle can be considered an improved version of fast food.

The dough is fried in oil and shaped, and each dough is served with vegetables and salt packets to ensure sufficient supply of vegetables and salt.

This kind of sun-dried and baked vegetable has existed for a long time.

The subsequent versions were only improved in terms of taste and shelf life. Now it has reached the fourth version. At this point, Song Shengfu had tasted it before and thought it was okay.

This was originally intended to be sold in the girls' school shop, but after the war broke out, Song Shengfu wanted to supply this batch of instant noodles directly to the army from the girls' school.

It was impossible to make money, so it was supplied to the Emperor of Chu at "cost price".

Song Shengfu never thought about distributing money for national disasters. It was too evil and she couldn't do that.

But women's education also needs to develop. The production of these things, just the bread, has costs, not to mention the more precious salt. Those salt packets are also mixed with other spices, which are the most expensive.

She saw in the underworld that this battle would have to be fought for many years. What would happen if the girls' school collapsed due to long-term free supply?

And if she doesn't take the money, it will go into the pockets of those corrupt officials.

No, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that she had to find a way to have the best of both worlds.

This matter needs to be discussed with the two older sons.

"Madam, Uncle and Fourth Master are here."

Song Shengfu sat on the bed. Her limbs were weak and she had to stay in bed for a few days before she could get out of bed.

"Are you there? Please come in."

"Old lady, I have prepared everything you asked me to prepare."

"Send it over."

Next, two small bowls of noodles were served. They looked a little different from usual, but they looked good and had a nice aroma.

"Try it, I asked someone to make it for you."

One portion was about the size of a mouthful. When Duan Jingzong and Duan Jing'an heard their mother asking them to eat, they didn't ask any questions and each picked up a portion and started eating.

The taste of this kind of noodles is much worse than freshly cooked ones, but it is also a little different from what I have eaten before.

The two of them tasted the soup before putting down their bowls and chopsticks, and the servants cleared them away.

Seeing that the two had finished their meal, Song Shengfu went straight to the point and told them how to make the noodles, and also mentioned the matter of the girls' school supplying military supplies.

"You should also think of a way to discuss this matter with His Majesty."

The brothers Duan Jingzong and Duan Jingan fell into deep thought. They seldom checked on the affairs of the girls' school, so sometimes they just asked about the general situation.

They didn't expect that the female students could develop this kind of instant noodles, and that it tasted so good.

The dry food at this time can be said to be difficult to eat, but this instant noodle only needs to be soaked in boiling water, and the taste is not much different from homemade ones.

This thing is very profitable both for the military and for daily sales.

Because apart from the needs of the army, this kind of speed is something that is out of reach for the caravans and escorts that come and go on daily basis.

"Mom, what's the approximate size of a serving of this instant noodles?"

Duan Jing'an first asked about the quantity.

Song Shengfu asked someone to bring up the dry noodles. "One noodle is enough for a normal person. If you're going to work or march, you'll need twice as much."

Duan Jingzong picked it up, looked at it, and put it back.

"Mother, are you planning to supply only to the imperial court, or are you planning to sell it to the girls' school as well?"

"I think we have both. The imperial court is just one sales channel. This business is huge. My students rely on it for their livelihood."

Duan Jingzong and the others could see that their mother really cared about this female student.

"Mother, the war is pressing right now, and His Majesty might agree. But it would be best if the headmaster of the women's school came forward to meet His Majesty."

Song Shengfu seemed to be thinking about something. "Are you saying that Qiu Zhuo needs to take charge of this?"

Duan Jingzong nodded.

This is going to be troublesome.

Song Shengfu looked embarrassed, which was noticed by the two men, but she didn't know the inside story.

It was after the first batch of female students graduated that Qiu Zhuo came to visit her one day, and only then did Song Shengfu know her true identity.