"Don't you eat it?" I think it's delicious, it tastes good. For the people, food that fills their stomachs is good food. The so-called lowly or elegant, that is only the second ancestor of the rich family who was born rich and did not know hunger and poverty. 】

His Majesty not only had a great appetite and ate two servings, but also asked the imperial chef to prepare one for the princess Jiang Yan.

Wei Ci remembers very well that the older His Majesty gets, the more his body gradually deteriorates every day, and it is rare for him to have such a good appetite.

[Now the prosperous world is peaceful, but Yan'er cannot forget the suffering of his ancestors in the troubled times, and he must always be grateful, and must put the people's livelihood in the first place, so as to live up to the blood and sacrifice of the sages. There is no distinction between high and low food, can it be said that if I throw all the delicacies at the state banquet to the pigs in the pigsty, they are lowly and unworthy of being eaten by all the kings here?

A few words, not only erased the malicious humiliation, but also showed his love for the people by the way.

At the same time, she also handled it with care, avoiding a bloody massacre. If she didn't say so, anyone who handled sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes, whether it was a courtier, a slave, an imperial chef, or an official of the dynasty, would be easily accused of a trumped-up crime, and the death penalty would not escape.

If it is cleansed, it will cost more than 2,000 lives.

The majesty of the emperor does not allow anyone to provoke!

His Majesty chose to handle them with care, and even generously accepted sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes, so that the imperial chef used these two foods as ingredients to study a variety of dishes, and then promote them throughout the country when they were accepted by the people. Who could have imagined that these two things could be so prolific!

Because of them, there was no large-scale food shortage in the Jiang Dynasty after that.

Reborn again, goodbye to these two little things, Wei Ci was full of emotion.

Before he could come back to his senses, he heard the words of the ancient letter in his ears.

"However, they are not popular in the local area, and people do not eat them unless they are very hungry, and they are fed to domestic pigs on weekdays. ”

Jiang Pengji's expression was not unusual, she smiled and said, "It tastes good, it's good to eat it." ”

When Wei Ci heard this, his expression became softer and softer, and the smile on his lips grew.

Your Majesty is still Your Majesty.

No matter what time she was, her pure and unsullied essence remained the same.

Gu Xin smiled bitterly, "The little proprietor is still so open-minded...... The old slave hasn't finished talking yet. ”

Jiang Pengji coveted the taste of roasted sweet potatoes that the audience said, and pulled out her mind and asked, "What else do you have to say?"

"The old slave brought them back for a reason. If it weren't for this, the old slave wouldn't dare to send such an unattainable and elegant meal to the little owner. "Guxin's thinking is still very conservative, people can't grab food with animals, and it's a shame to say it.

Uncle Gu said, I'll listen. ”

Gu Xin said carefully, "They have a huge yield, they are easy to plant, they are not afraid of drought, and people can eat them to be hungry, but they are suitable for farmers and ordinary people to plant." However, the old slave carefully investigated, according to the old farmer, they and a few kinds of food will be restrained, serious and even fatal, so it is still necessary to be cautious. For example, persimmons, eggs, river crabs and other things can cause unbearable abdominal pain at least and rotten stomach at worst. ”

Jiang Pengji said, "Uncle Gu is still meticulous, if it were me, I am afraid that I would not notice." ”

Gu Xin smiled and said, "The little proprietor is humble. ”

After speaking, the sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes were almost ripe.

Jiang Pengji found a stick and pulled them out of the fire.

"Scald, hot, hot—"

Her fingertips were burned, and she raised her hand to pinch the base of her ear.

When she lifted the charred surface, revealing the golden and fragrant melon flesh, the saliva secreted faster.

She divided the roasted sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes into several portions, sent someone to Feng Zhen and Qi Guanrang to send them, and the rest of the three people in the tent divided it.

"Uncle Gu is also old, so it's better to settle down and stop running business in person. Jiang Pengji sighed.

Gu Xin traveled from south to north to business, not without encountering danger, and almost lost all his belongings a few times.

He thought about the current situation of the five countries in the Central Plains, and had to nod his head.

He is old, and it is time to stop and take care of his old age.

Jiang Pengji said, "I'll provide for you." ”

"The old slave also has filial sons and daughters under his knees, and the little proprietor can't deprive them of wanting to be filial to their father. Gu Xin laughed, his eyes were full of sincerity, "The old slave can listen to you say this, and there are no regrets in this life...... No, there's a ......."

"What?"

"The little proprietor is nineteen years old, and he will be twenty when spring begins...... Forgive the old slave for trespassing, and you should also think about your own business. ”

His own small proprietor must be the best, and no man in the world is worthy of it.

However, if the small owner does not become a family, how to have children?

If there is no descendant, Gu Xin will not be at ease even if he closes his eyes.

"There's no rush in this matter. Jiang Pengji said with a smile, "Didn't I stipulate that female soldiers in the women's battalion could only retire and marry at the age of twenty-five? I am their lord, and my words and deeds are their example." As the lord, I can't take the lead in breaking the rules, it's still early. ”

Jiang Pengji's tone could not be questioned, and Gu Xin could only silence.

As the sky grew dark, Gu Xin got up and said goodbye.

Jiang Pengji sent Gu Xin away and said to Wei Ci on the side, "Zixiao heard Uncle Gu's words?"

Wei Ci pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Alas, don't I want to, it's clear that people don't want to respond, so it can only be delayed for a while. ”

"Lord!" Wei Ci couldn't help but speak.

"You don't want me to talk nonsense, why don't you obey quickly?"

Wei Ci took a deep breath and hurriedly retreated.

He has a psychological shadow of "never obeying", and he left early to keep safe.

Jiang Pengji stood in place and shrugged at the audience in the live broadcast room.

[Anchor V: You see, hitting a straight ball scares people away, and sure enough, it's better to cook it slowly. 】

The biggest fun for the audience now is to watch Jiang Pengji fight the world, chase Wei Ci, and pit his subordinates.

The progress of the former and the latter has been climbing forward, but the middle one has a long way to go.

[A Summer Star]: I feel sorry for the anchor, what kind of difficulty is the strategy encountered?

[Withered into dust]: It hurts together, in the anchor's place, the difficulty of conquering the beauty seems to be more difficult than fighting the world.

Pierced in the heart, old iron.

Jiang Pengji stationed troops on the border of Chongzhou, and trained troops every day to intimidate the northern frontier.

The atmosphere is becoming more and more solemn, and there is a sense of immediacy that the war is about to start.

Sun Wen lived up to his previous bragging, and really played with the political situation in northern Xinjiang and applauded.

With the incidents of "hunting and shooting deer" and "partridge should die of illness", the contradictions between the nine princes and the king of Northern Xinjiang completely surfaced.

Northern Xinjiang has the habit of autumn hunting, in order to maintain the blood in their bones.

Deeply influenced by the Han family's pursuit of deer, the king of Northern Xinjiang also advocated hunting and shooting deer, so as to demonstrate his supreme status in Northern Xinjiang.

In this year's autumn hunt, the head deer was killed by the eldest prince.

But the arrow that shot the head deer was the second prince's.

The king of Northern Xinjiang was so angry that his beard was about to fly, and he strictly investigated and scolded his two sons, but in the end it was found out that the third prince had done his hands and feet.

"The praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind! You and Wu Liba have learned Han culture well, and you actually used it on your own brother!"

On the side, a fine light flashed in the eyes of the fourth prince.

Haroncha's henchmen are really rare talents!

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