Transmigrated Little Farm Girl Bringing Great Fortune

Lu Garden.

In the storeroom on the second floor of the side room.

On the shelves, layer upon layer.

They placed wooden boxes inside.

The area beneath the warehouse was covered with dry charcoal for moisture protection.

Lu Qingyao led Princess Liang on a tour of her storeroom.

“Sister Cui, all my bamboo fungus is here. This mushroom has a low yield, only two seasons a year. Harvesting, baking and storing it are very difficult. This is all I got this year.”

From the initial harvesting, baking, to storage.

Since it was the first time they had been involved in the bamboo fungus trade, they had no experience whatsoever. It was only through the repeated research and development by the artisans that these precious products were finally preserved.

The entire research and development process was quite costly.

This year, it will only be supplied to Yipinju in Jiangzhou; it cannot be found anywhere else.

Princess Liang only knew that this was a good thing, rare and hard to find.

At this moment, it's probably only available at her home and Yipinju.

Such a wonderful thing should naturally be enjoyed by the emperor and empress dowager.

If they enjoy their meal, many things will be easier to handle in the future, which is a good thing for both her and Lu Qingyao.

"Qingyao, could you sell me some?"

Lu Qingyao had a vague guess; if she wanted some, Old Madam Cui still had some in her room, and the chef at Yipinju made quite a bit.

It's even better than what we make at home.

She could only be giving it away.

Those who need her to give gifts can only be people of higher status than herself.

"How much does Sister Cui want? Is this enough?"

Princess Liang smiled slightly, "Five or six boxes will be enough, we don't need that many."

She understood the principle that scarcity increases value.

It has to be something that those people in the palace really love, something they can't forget after they've tasted it.

"Sister Cui, are you giving it away as a gift? If so, I will write down the cooking and preparation methods for you."

"That would be best. Thank you, Sister Qingyao." Princess Liang was very pleased.

Qingyao is very thorough in her work.

After Lu Qingyao finished speaking, she took her to the study and asked Jiang Ziyan, who was engrossed in reading, to draw up a recipe.

Of course, many of these recipes are also the creations of my little girl.

The little girl seems to have a high level of skill in cooking.

Following her description, Xiuxiu made many strange and unusual foods.

This has even enriched the menu at Yipinju.

When Princess Liang received the recipe, her expression changed repeatedly.

In addition to the text, the recipe book also includes small illustrations.

Ingredients.

Silkie chicken, selected from free-range silkie chickens raised in the forest.

Then next to it was drawn a little girl chasing a chicken, with a small bun tied on her head.

The last step.

Eat while it's hot.

Another little girl was holding a steaming hot chicken leg and gnawing on it.

last of the last.

Bamboo fungus is a cold-natured food and should not be eaten in excess, as it can easily damage the spleen's yang energy.

The accompanying picture was of a baby having diarrhea...

Princess Liang's eyebrows twitched, then she covered her face with her handkerchief and burst into laughter.

Jiang Ziyan is quite talented; he painted his younger sister so vividly.

What could she say about this recipe?

It's both detailed and interesting.

And the taste...

I wonder who will end up with this delicious recipe?

The next morning.

The sky turned fish belly white.

Several light cavalrymen rode swiftly out of Jiangzhou City.

Jiang Miaomiao, still fast asleep, had no idea that the bamboo fungus in her family's storeroom had become a tribute.

More than ten days later.

A delicious dish of bamboo fungus stewed chicken would then be served on the dining table of the Emperor and Empress of the Great Qing Kingdom.

Fortunately, bamboo fungus is all dried by baking.

The further north you go, the drier it gets, so you don't need to worry about it getting damp if stored properly.

There's no need to travel day and night, exhausting the horses and couriers to preserve its freshness.

Because of the high status of Princess Liang, the gifts she sent arrived at the palace quickly and without any obstacles.

It first ended up in the hands of the Empress Dowager.

The most esteemed woman in Daqing, her sister-in-law.

Although she and the Empress Dowager were quite different in age, they were considered to have a relatively harmonious relationship as sisters-in-law.

Those who emerged victorious from among those six thousand beauties possessed extremely deep minds and cunning.

Constant worry and mental strain cause one to age quickly and feel lonely.

The lineage continued with this emperor, who married a somewhat domineering empress.

The number of concubines in the palace has been reduced by more than half compared to the previous dynasty.

He had few children, less than two slaps in total.

As the princes grew older, the Empress Dowager gradually lost the joy of having her sons around her and became increasingly bored.

When she held up the recipe book covered with drawings of little girls, her teeth practically popped out in a smile.

Then it spread from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred, until it reached the emperor.

It then passed to Prince Jing and Princess Yuqing.

Prince Jing, Fu Lingjun, recognized the little baby in the painting at a glance and was slightly moved.

He could never forget those big, bright, expressive eyes.

The first time I saw her, she was still a tiny baby lying in her brother's arms, only able to nurse.

They've grown so big already! They can run and jump now...

Princess Yuqing was brewing tea when she saw her younger brother grinning foolishly. She glanced at him and asked, "What treasure did you get from Grandmother that makes you grin like that?"

Fu Lingjun took the recipe to her elder sister.

"Sister, the little baby in this painting is very interesting, would you like to take a look?"

Speaking of which, my sister also has a little baby, her dear niece, who is about the same size as the one in the painting, but she just can't bring herself to like her.

Princess Yuqing glanced at it while holding her tea.

"Pfft..."

He spat out a mouthful of tea.

"Whose baby is this? It looks like a little dumpling!"

Fu Lingjun dared not speak, only saying, "It was sent by Princess Liang, so tell me, isn't it fun?"

He misses the chubby little boy and the baby.

Princess Yuqing put down her teacup, picked it up and examined it closely, and then saw the little girl with diarrhea.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Hmm, the little dolls are interesting, but don't you think the people who draw the little dolls are even more interesting?"

indeed.

It couldn't have been drawn by the chubby boy; it must have been drawn by her bookish second brother.

Princess Yuqing couldn't take her eyes off her.

The baby is so beautiful.

I couldn't help but feel a little envious of the baby's mother.

Then I looked at my daughter, who was sitting on the ground, petting the dog.

Although a son doesn't despise his mother for being ugly, her daughter didn't resemble her at all; her eyes, nose, and lips were nothing like hers.

The child's father was also handsome, but the child seemed to be a combination of all their flaws.

What puzzled her most was that she didn't want to be close to her at all.

He even looked down on her a little.

Every time this thought popped into her head, she wanted to slap herself.

"Sister, this painting still needs to be returned to the Empress Dowager, so please don't keep it for yourself."

Princess Yuqing was about to stuff it into her sleeve when Fu Lingjun snatched it away and tucked it into his bosom like a treasure.

"You kid..."

Fu Lingjun then received a slap on the forehead.

"Sister, if you like it, just draw it yourself. Why are you taking it from me?"

As Fu Lingjun spoke, he pointed to his niece on the ground.

I saw the little girl plucking the dog's fur. The puppy was being held down by the maid and was howling in pain.

"Cao Jiayue, stop! What are you doing?"

The little girl shuddered in fright, looked up and saw her mother and uncle staring at her coldly, and then she opened her mouth and started to wail.

Fu Lingjun frowned. "Sister, aren't you going to do anything about this? Such a young child needs to be taught properly, or she'll go astray if you're not careful."

Princess Yuqing pinched the bridge of her nose. "Good little brother, shall I give it to you?"

She wanted to teach her daughter properly, but every time she saw her daughter, she felt an inexplicable urge to beat her.

Right now, I just want to grab those hands and slap them a few times.

She even suspected she had a strange illness...