noffsinger Chapter 281 Does he have anything left?
Chapter 281 Does he have anything left?
After saying that, he turned to Cang Lingyuan and said, "Your Majesty, the number of greenhouses in the imperial estate should also be increased."
Anshun no longer felt sorry for her, and muttered to herself, "So that's how it is. We were heartbroken for so long."
He felt a pang of heartache; such good corn, you should have waited until it was ripe before picking it.
Breaking it off like that is such a waste.
Now, after hearing the young prince's explanation, he finally understood that Sister Jin was waiting for him here.
Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!
You know, how come her head is so full of ideas? Why didn't they think of that?
She grows vegetables indoors during winter, roasts sesame seeds and grinds them into sesame paste, and can even make oil from them; she can even make tofu from soybeans that nobody wants.
She can make beans that nobody wants to eat sprout and cook them as a vegetable, as well as roasted peanuts, candied chestnuts, and those popped beans...
You said, no matter which one, if they had thought of one of these solutions in the past, the people's lives wouldn't have been so hard, and they wouldn't have gone hungry.
He is now really looking forward to the cement and bricks. If Long Er and his team succeed, everyone will be able to live in a brick house.
Then, you won't have to worry about leaks in the summer or snow collapsing the house in the winter, or freezing cold.
Looking at the fresh corn in my hand, I saw that dried corn kernels cost five coins per pound, fine cornmeal cost ten coins per pound, coarse cornmeal cost fifteen coins for two pounds, and twenty coins for three pounds.
This fresh corn, once cooked, can sell for twenty coins. You can earn a lot without drying it, shelling it, or grinding it.
feasible……
This is convenient to take with you when you go on a long trip. It's easy to boil or bake, and it's filling. It's much better than those cold pancakes.
Cang Lingyuan stood aside listening to An Shun muttering to himself while counting on his fingers. The more he listened, the brighter his eyes became, and the more uneasy he felt.
He asked Dongfang Jin to take things out because he wanted to see just how powerful she was.
The Qiankun bag she gave herself could hold his entire storeroom, and even his dragon bed, so...
Looking back now, I realize he was too hasty in his actions.
The Imperial Tutor circled the pile of things and returned, having not found what he was looking for. He looked at Cang Lingyuan and asked, "Your Majesty, where is the book that girl gave us?"
Cang Lingyuan was stunned. Did Dongfang Jin give him a book?
He turned to Anshun and asked, "Did Xiao Jin give me the book?"
Anshun looked completely bewildered: "Your Majesty, is there...is there?"
He hadn't actually noticed that. Since the Imperial Tutor asked that question, there must be something there...
My eyes involuntarily drifted to that pile of things. Could it be that something was buried inside? Let's go back!
The Imperial Tutor looked at them with a puzzled expression: "Yes, she said so herself when I gave those things I had sorted out to that child."
It is said that young Gu found a box of rare and precious books for His Majesty.
After saying that, he looked at Cang Nanxi and asked, "Prince Dun, don't you think so? Did that girl say that?"
Prince Dun was still looking at the grains, and he was currently chewing on raw rice. When he heard the Imperial Tutor ask this question, he nodded: "Indeed, there are some. Gu Chenglin said that there are also some books that are specifically for Abbot Jingkong."
After saying that, he took some white rice and walked over. Each grain of rice was like a flawless crystal, crystal clear.
Like dazzling stars, shining brightly; like warm and beautiful jade, radiating a captivating glow.
“Yuan, look at all this rice. You can’t possibly eat it all. Your uncle will take some with you. Your aunt has just recovered from a serious illness and needs to rest and recuperate.”
"I think this rice is quite good. Old Master Chu said that rice water is very nourishing, what do you think?"
After this kid made such a fuss, seeing the girl's appearance, he didn't dare ask anything else.
Now that he knows, he'll listen to his boss and wait!
The daughter is right there, she won't run away, but... I'm afraid it's hard on his Yuan'er.
He would wait until Yuan'er was feeling better before taking her to see her daughter.
Cang Lingyuan: "..." Here it comes.
He knew it would be like this.
"Uncle, even if you hadn't said anything, I would have sent some to your residence anyway."
But... he took the initiative to ask you for it...
Suddenly, I remembered Dongfang Jin's howl...
Ah! It seems he has become too greedy and has lost the magnanimity expected of a ruler.
Regret it!
(Dongfang Jin: Hmph! You don't look like you regret it at all.)
That girl must have felt the same way he does now! Cang Lingyuan thought to himself.
(Dongfang Jin roars: How can they be the same? Huh!)
She grew all this grain herself; it took her a lot of effort.
Another part was planted by Ruyi; that child went to great lengths to coax her.
Now, everything has to start all over again.
The Imperial Tutor was also drawn by the aroma of the rice. He grabbed a handful of rice and placed it in his palm. The rice grains were like drops of morning dew, crystal clear and reflecting the first rays of the morning sun.
It is like the Milky Way falling to earth, each grain containing the brilliance and profundity of the universe;
It is more like finely carved white jade, with a warm luster that flows slowly on your fingertips, outlining a series of tranquil and elegant scenes.
"This rice is really not good. It's hot and it's easy for bugs to grow. It might even attract rats."
Cang Lingyuan...
Teacher, when did you start speaking in such a veiled way?
Yes, we have them all...
"Let's see how much rice Anshun has, and send some to the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion... never mind, let's send some to all the major dukes' families."
Anshun: "Your Majesty, Gu Chenglin said when he left that this bag weighed one hundred jin, no more and no less."
"There are probably more than fifty bags here..." Seeing the Emperor's inscrutable gaze, Anshun shut his mouth.
Did he say something wrong?
Prince Dun looked at the master and servant and laughed. He didn't expect that even after so many years of tacit understanding, the two could still make a mistake. Hehe!
"Yuan, give it to the Imperial Uncle..."
Cang Lingxuan brought over a freshly boiled corn and interrupted his father, saying, "Father, let's have five bags first, and we'll talk about it after we finish eating."
Cang Nanxi held his breath. This brat is asking for it! There were over fifty bags, totaling five thousand catties!
The Imperial Tutor chuckled and said, "I'll take it too? Five bags, I'll take it this way. 'Fifth Young Master,' that sounds nice, it sounds nice."
He can't surpass Prince Dun; that little devil is definitely up to something else. We'll see.
It seems that I should continue to correspond more frequently with Yu Xuan (Lu Yunqing's courtesy name).
Cang Lingyuan...
Ten bags, a thousand catties, were sold out to two families!
What about the other ducal mansions? How much did they receive?
He originally intended to give each family fifty catties, but now it's at least a hundred catties, which might not even be presentable.
The Duke of Zhenguo's mansion also received five bags, but what about the Duke of Fuguo's? And the Duke of Rongguo's?
Oh, and the Duke of Su's family also needs five bags, as well as the Duke of Wen's family, the Duke of Ding's family...
Does he have any left?
“Anshun, just one hundred catties per family, the Duke of Ningguo’s mansion will send two hundred catties.”
Anshun...
Is this appropriate?
Upon receiving His Majesty's glance, Anshun immediately understood and ordered the Duke of Zhenguo to give him five bags of goods.
Long Yi stood there with a pained expression, silently crying out: "My lord, there's still a share for us here!"
This was specially instructed by Sister Jin. If you give them this much, will they still have any left?
Prince Dun held a handful of purplish-red rice: "Yuan, is this also rice? This rice is much more fragrant than white rice, and there's even a wisp of air swirling in my mouth."
Why is there so little? Why didn't you ask for more? This is good stuff!
He didn't mention that this thing seemed to replenish internal energy, which was comparable to those rare and precious materials that could increase internal energy.
Cang Lingyuan let out a deep breath. He also wanted to cry. He finally understood how Dongfang Jin felt back then.
"Uncle, this is specially given to the Empress by Xiao Jin."
Cangnan rests...
Specially for the Empress?
He was really too embarrassed to accept it.
So disappointing!
But he really wanted it, and he couldn't just shamelessly ask for it.
This……
As for his nephew, he can openly demand everything except the throne; he can even steal it outright.
He really doesn't have the nerve to ask for his niece-in-law's things.