The weather is cold, the little palace maid Dongyue, who is only sixteen years old, concentrates on cooking on the fire, Dongyue's cooking skills, although it can't be compared with the palace, but the palace maid's big pot of rice is too strong.

Lin Xianyu was very satisfied, and deliberately paid out of his own pocket to renovate a padded jacket for Dongyue, this girl was wearing a warm padded jacket, and she was burning with happiness.

The pork ribs were stewed in the pot and the rice was steamed, and the aroma of meat and rice was already emerging, and Dongyue couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Lin Xianyu is a first-class palace maid, but she has a pound of pork to enjoy every day, even if she is in Xiaoling now, she has never been deducted, but Lin Xianyu doesn't like to eat those fatty pork, and often asks Dongyue to change the ribs. In this era, bones are not valuable, even if there is a lot of meat on the bones, one pound of pure meat can be exchanged for three pounds of pork ribs.

And the pot stewed the three catties of pork ribs plus half a small winter melon.

Don't look at Lin Xianyu's cooking skills, but he is very good at eating, he has already asked Dongyue to blanch the pork ribs, and then add green onions, ginger and garlic wine, and it has been stewed for an hour at the moment.

Lin Xianyu opened the lid of the pot, poked the tendons and meat on the ribs with chopsticks, and couldn't help nodding: "The heat is enough, add some salt and chopped green onions, you scoop a big bowl and send it to Father-in-law Zhou." ”

Since coming to the Imperial Mausoleum, Lin Xianyu, a palace maid who specializes in "praying for blessings" for the first emperor, was soon loved by the Imperial Mausoleum. Because Lin Xianyu often takes some small favors to make up and down, sometimes it is a bowl of meat and bones, sometimes it is a few taels of wine.

The guards of the Imperial Tomb are the least oily and water-free, so it is extremely easy to buy.

The big bone broth that has been stewed for an hour, the soup is milky white like milk, and the entrance is also very fresh, Lin Xianyu didn't eat much meat, but he drank two large bowls of bone broth, and his whole body was warm.

Dongyue held a huge bone, biting and gnawing on it, and her face was full of greasy.

Lin Xianyu saw it in his eyes and couldn't help laughing, remembering that when this girl first came, she was still thin, and she had been raised by her for two months, and her face was round.

Whether it is in the palace or outside the palace on the imperial mausoleum of Huangzhuang, these third-class palace maids are all from poor families, and they don't say they eat meat all year round, but they are afraid that they can't even eat enough.

For such a half-sized girl, Lin Xianyu was very pitiful, "You eat slowly, and no one will rob you." ”

Dongyue's little face was red, and she was very embarrassed, "My sister smiled." ”

After eating enough, Dongyue went to brush the pots and dishes, while Lin Xianyu put on a rabbit skin liner and went to look at the dried persimmons under the veranda of the house.

There is an old persimmon tree in this small courtyard, and several baskets of persimmons are ripe in autumn, even if they are divided into a lot, they still can't eat them all. The diligent winter moon peeled the remaining two baskets of persimmons, then threaded them with ropes and hung them under the porch, and then just waited for them to dry, and they became persimmon cakes.

Lin Xianyu pinched this string of persimmon cakes like small red lanterns, which were soft and should taste just right, but this humidity could not be stored for a long time, so it had to be dried continuously, but this did not prevent Lin Xianyu from making a tooth sacrifice. She cut out two strings of soft persimmon cakes with a brush, brought them back to the house, and called Dongyue to enjoy them together.

Dongyue touched her bulging belly, even though she had just eaten two large bowls of rice and gnawed so many bones, she still couldn't resist the temptation of food, picked up a piece of persimmon cake and bit it, and said with a red face: "Sister Wei treats me so well." ”

Dongyue has a happy face, the entire imperial tomb, which of the female eunuchs in the upper and lower palaces does not envy her? Not only can you eat meat every day, but you can also have such thick and warm winter clothes.

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the small courtyard, and it was a little eunuch who pushed a cart of wintering food, most of which were cabbage and radish, as well as grain, oil, rice noodles, bacon and bacon.

This was ordered by Lin Xianyu a few days ago, and the money had already been paid, but Lin Xianyu still took a small piece of silver horn, plus a piece of bacon for the little eunuch to pay for errands.

The little eunuch thanked her for her kindness, and specially helped her move everything in before leaving.

Dongyue was busy sorting out these ingredients, and part of the cabbage radish was kept for eating, and part of it was pickled. Don't look at Dongyue's young age, but she is very skilled in pickles, it is said that she learned from her aunt since she was a child, what sour cabbage, spicy cabbage, sour and hot cabbage...... There were several jars of pickles, large and small.

Such days gave Lin Xianyu a feeling of farmhouse.

Since coming to the imperial mausoleum, it is different from the palace everywhere.

There are not too many rules and etiquette, even after ordinary eunuchs finish their errands, they will grow vegetables, and even raise chickens and ducks or something.

It's not like royalty, it's more like a house for ordinary people.

You can even report and go out, just come back before dark. Naturally, I have to give some attention to the steward eunuchs.

Therefore, there is no urgency in Suri, and no one leaves the imperial tomb.

Lin Xianyu was bored, so she recited a few pages of Buddhist scriptures and embroidered a pair of six-character proverb sachets, after all, she came to pray for the first emperor, and she always had to make a show.

Although the original owner Wei Xianyu has a low level of education, he can still read and write, especially Buddhist scriptures.

As the midwinter approached, there were people in the palace.

It was Mama Ulan next to Tana, but Mama Ulan was ordered by the Queen Mother to see if she had the intention to pray for the first emperor - naturally, this was just an excuse.

Mama Wulan also brought the queen mother's reward, ten horses of Songjiang cloth, fifty taels of silver and some inconspicuous daily necessities. After all, Lin Xianyu is just a palace maid, and it is naturally inconvenient for the queen mother and the concubine to reward too much.

Although Songjiang cloth is not as expensive as silk and gold, it is one of the best materials in cotton cloth, whether it is used for clothes or bedding and sheets. And the color is elegant and pleasant, which is very much to her liking.

"Thank you Queen Mother for the reward." Lin Xianyu thanked him according to the rules, and gave the blessing sachet he had embroidered these days to Mama Wulan.

Well, Mama Ulan just took a look.

Lin Xianyu couldn't help but ask: "How are the concubines these days?" ”

Although Mama Ulan is very puzzled, how did Wei get to such a point? It's just that the queen mother and the concubine didn't want to say more, and she didn't dare to ask deeply, Mama Wu sighed: "The concubine has a bad appetite recently, and she is very worried about you." ”

Lin Xianyu sighed and said busily: "I have freshly dried persimmons here, and I don't know if the concubine will dislike it......"

Mama Ulan also saw the persimmon tree in the garden, and she asked, "Is it the persimmon cake you made with your own hands?" ”

Lin Xianyu said cheekily: "It was a little palace maid who helped me do it." In fact, she is only responsible for collecting persimmons and eating persimmons......

Mama Wulan nodded with a smile: "Although it is not a precious thing, it is rare, and the concubine will like it." ”

After sending off Mama Wulan, the heavy snow continued for days, and the area around Changrui Mountain was closed.

Lin Xianyu was eating persimmons and couldn't help but miss Tana a little.

The winter of Kangxi's nineteenth year passed like this.

Although the days of the imperial tomb are cold, there is a peace and tranquility here that is not found in the palace.

Lin Xianyu had a very comfortable life.