Qi wang ye, wang fei, she is crazy again

Chapter 58 I'm Really Sick This Time

As the sun went down, Wen Yiqing was sitting in the courtyard of Caiyunju, holding a bowl of ice powder and eating in small bites.

Ordinary boiled flour is added with glutinous rice grains and brown sugar. After cooling, put it on the ice and put it on the ice. After eating it, he sighed and smiled happily. Unexpectedly, when he came back today, there would be such delicious food waiting for him.

Seeing that there is a bowl of cut ice fruit next to me, I feel even more satisfied.

Wen Mianmian told him, "I can only eat this, my stomach can't stand it if I eat too much."

"Sister, this tastes so good, can I still eat it when I come back tomorrow?"

"There will be something better tomorrow."

She will make popsicles tomorrow, and she will make the simplest green bean ice. It must be delicious. Oh, can she open a store to buy cold drinks and popsicles?

In the hot summer, what could be more comfortable than a popsicle.

In the evening, Wen Lingxiao came back, and the father and son went to the study. Wen Mianmian learned that she had sent iced pears and iced juice to her in person.

"Brother, come and try."

Wen Lingxiao took a sip of the juice, the ice was cool and refreshing, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Have you made your ice?"

"Well, Daddy will tell you." Wen Mianmian said with a smile: "I came here just to say that I have another idea."

She talked about the popsicles again, and then said: "I will try to make a few things tomorrow, you can come back tonight and try."

This time Wen Lingxiao smiled, "Your method is not new. In summer, some teahouses will offer these cold drinks, but they are more expensive."

what?
Wen Mianmian laughed dryly, "If I didn't say anything, I'll go first."

Oblivious again.

As soon as she walked away, Wen Lingxiao glared at Wen Lingxiao, and Wen Lingxiao laughed dryly, "Sister, she is very lively and won't be sad."

As he said that, he sipped another sip of ice juice, which was delicious.

Next is the time for the father and son to discuss. Wen Lingxiao naturally explained more details than Wen Mianmian, and then said his plan, "Some people in the army have reached their age, and when it is time to retire, they will choose novice supplements. Getting in is imminent."

"My brother-in-law sent a batch of armors, but they haven't been delivered yet. This weapon should also be replaced."

Wenwen Mian also talked about going out to inspect the army this time, and finally said: "You have to act fast, I have something to arrange for you to take someone out after your sister gets married."

"As for making ice, I'll leave it to the next door."

Wen Lingxiao also thinks the same way, and they really can't recruit people to make money.

After the family had eaten, the father and son went directly to the next door. For Wen Mian, taking a small door was not in line with his style, so he took Wen Lingxiao directly through the door.

After seeing the printed newspaper, the clerk nodded with admiration. Seeing that the top box was empty, Hua Jingyun said, "The newspaper office has not been named yet. I would like to ask the royal father to pick one."

"Not bad." His virtuous son-in-law has an exquisite heart.

"Go to the palace with me tomorrow afternoon and talk to the emperor about it."

After talking about the newspaper, Wen Lingxiao talked about ice making. This time, he didn't say it was his sister's idea, but just said it was his own, just in case.

"It's extremely simple to make ice. How does my brother-in-law see this business?"

Hua Jingyun caressed his forehead silently. Recently, he has always had a hunch that he will become a person who makes money for his father-in-law and uncle.

Wen Wen Mian saw his thoughts and said directly: "The military affairs are complicated, and I don't have anyone who is good at buying and selling. If you are interested, I think we can cooperate for a long time."

Hua Jingyun thought about it for a moment, is it useful to refuse in the current situation?

"If my father-in-law can trust me, I am willing. I will order someone to do the accounting separately for newspapers and ice making. How about fifty-five cents of the profits?"

The clerk waved his hand slightly, "The idea is ours, but the operation is entirely up to you, just six or four, you six and I four, preferably monthly."

Hua Jingyun is not polite to shirk, no one is too much money, and he is no exception.

"Then it's decided."

The clerk put down the tea cup and talked about free food and free food, "If the emperor asks you, there is nothing to avoid, just say it directly, but it's enough."

"The emperor will not want to make a big fuss about this."

Hua Jingyun nodded, feeling a little regretful, he wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to do some things.

Wen Lingxiao kept reading the newspaper and asked cheerfully, "Is this half made by the kid who paid the gift?"

"It's really like that, not to mention the above-mentioned things are quite interesting."

Hua Jingyun also praised the gift, "The brain is lively, I know a lot of miscellaneous anecdotes, and the things I write are interesting."

"If this newspaper can be done in the end, he will be in charge of Yuzhong."

Hearing this, Wen Lingxiao was overjoyed, "If it's true, that kid has to jump three feet high with joy."

A few days ago, his uncle was saying that this kid can't succeed in martial arts, and he doesn't know how to do business.

Wen Mianmian was greedy at night, don't look at her mouth telling Wen Yiqing not to eat too much, but she couldn't control her mouth, waiting to eat her heartily before she went to bed contentedly.

The consequence of being overwhelmed is that she really fell ill after using too much ice. In the middle of the night, she developed a high fever, and the high fever was fierce, and it was almost dawn when she was waiting for Lingguo to find out.

Wen Mianmian took a deep breath as soon as he arrived. At this time, Wen Mianmian's burning eyes were tightly closed, her face was dark red, her lips were purple, and her body was hot.

"Don't hurry to cool down first, go to the imperial doctor immediately."

Wen Lingxiao was afraid that it would be difficult for the servants to go. It's about to die, and Half-Life is on the road.

The doctor of the government has already made a diagnosis and treatment, but has not prescribed any medicine yet. The imperial doctor quickly prescribed a prescription after another diagnosis and treatment, "It's too late to find out, Miss Wen is very dangerous at the moment. It's not easy to feed in."

The clerk Mian, who was never timid in the face of the ferocious enemy, had his legs sore at the moment, and barely stood by holding the table beside him, "Just ask for any herbs you need."

The Imperial Physician handed over, "The most urgent task is to get rid of the high fever and let the sweat in the body flow out."

After that, he turned around and discussed with the doctor.

From sunrise to sunset, the high fever did not go away for a whole day, and it continued to burn after almost fading for a while. Caiyun Curie was full of people, and the old man was quietly wiping his tears. Wen Mianmian prayed.

"Why are you so sick all of a sudden?"

The emperor in the imperial study frowned, "Is there a serious problem?"

"Back to the emperor, Imperial Physician Huang and the general's mansion doctor were inseparable. They all said that Miss Wen's high fever is dangerous, and this evening is particularly important."

The maid didn't dare to say it, but Imperial Physician Huang whispered that if he couldn't make it, I'm afraid he really couldn't make it.

"General Wen never left."

The emperor's face was heavy, and he waved his hand, "Let the Tai Hospital send two more people over to help, and rescue people no matter what."

The sky gradually darkened, and Wen Mianmian, who had just cooled down, became hot again.
(End of this chapter)