After the three yuan and the third, the ministers angered the ceremony and the music collapsed

Chapter 70 Colorful Chrysanthemum
Jiang Zhao, Simubai, Jiu Qi and Wei Xiang walked home together.

At home, Nanny Ding has prepared a table of good meals waiting for them to go home.

Even though Jiang Zhao and Si Mubai had already eaten at the Qionglin Banquet, they still sat down and ate a little with them.

Everyone sat at the same table and ate together, which made Jiang Zhao feel like a long-lost home.

Because she had eaten it just now, Si Mubai served her a bowl of soup.

Jiang Zhao took the soup, and Si Mubai thoughtfully skimmed off the oil.

Not to be outdone, Wei Xiang brought some side dishes to Jiang Zhao, and asked Jiang Zhao to order some side dishes while drinking the soup.

Jiang Zhao didn't notice the smell of gunpowder between the two of them, so he drank the soup happily and occasionally teased Jiu Qi.

After eating, several people returned to their rooms one after another.

Jiang Zhao counted the days, and it seemed that the Mid-Autumn Festival was almost here.

This world also celebrates the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Jiang Zhao thought about what gift to prepare for Simubai. She and Wei Xiang's master and servant ate and drank Simubai's, and she also wore Simubai's.

And Wei Xiang, who had saved so much money to buy jewelry for her, Jiang Zhao also wanted to give him a gift.

But what to give, Jiang Zhao has a headache.

A rich man like Si Mubai doesn't lack anything at all.

As for Wei Xiang, he didn't see any hobbies on weekdays, and spent most of his time practicing.

There is also Jiuqi, everyone has given gifts, and Jiuqi cannot be left behind.

Naturally, Nanny Ding couldn't be left behind.

But for four people, everyone has to give the same gift, so it's really hard to choose.

Jiang Zhao wondered if he could give four people the same gift.

Jiang Zhao sat at the desk, thinking hard, not knowing what gift to give for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The brush in his hand is unconsciously scribbling on the rice paper.

In the end, he still couldn't think of what gift to give, so Jiang Zhao decided to go for a walk to find inspiration.

Jiang Zhao walked into the garden, it was already late autumn, and all the flowers in the garden were almost withered.

Only the chrysanthemum is still blooming.

Seeing this chrysanthemum, Jiang Zhao thought of the colorful chrysanthemums he saw in the chrysanthemum exhibition in his previous life.

Colorful chrysanthemum, as the name suggests, is a chrysanthemum with several colors.

But the colorful chrysanthemum is not born naturally, but artificially cultivated later.

When the chrysanthemums are still buds, soak the root system in water containing different dyes, through the natural absorption of the chrysanthemums, the petals will show a variety of colors, but this method will be slower, and it may take a long time for the chrysanthemums to start Discoloration.

Moreover, this method also needs to test the pH value, temperature, moisture, light and other factors, which is too troublesome.

Another relatively simple method is to cut the flower diameter and insert them in water of different colors, which can also change the color of the flowers.

This method is very fast and can change the color of the flowers overnight, but the disadvantage of this method is that it is difficult to keep the flowers fresh for a long time.

Jiang Zhao picked out a few of the most brilliant flowers that had bloomed and folded them off.

Then I went to find a few cups, adjusted a few colors, cut the folded chrysanthemum rhizomes, and placed them in several cups.

Then she covered herself with a quilt and went to sleep, and she should be able to see the colorful chrysanthemums when she wakes up tomorrow.

Silent all night.

In the morning, the sun rises again in the east.

Because he was looking forward to whether the colorful chrysanthemum he made last night would be successful, Jiang Zhao got up early today.

The first thing I do when I wake up is to check the chrysanthemums I made last night.

Several chrysanthemums should be dyed. Last night, Jiang Zhao specially adjusted each chrysanthemum to a different color.

Today she harvested several colorful chrysanthemums.

Shining brightly in the sun.

Jiang Zhao picked up a few chrysanthemums from the water cup, and she planned to put them in a vase in the dining room, so that everyone can see the colorful chrysanthemums.

Jiang Zhao opened the door, and the sun immediately came in mischievously and jumped onto Jiang Zhao's face.

It added a bit of brilliance to Jiang Zhao's fair face.

Jiang Zhao walked through the garden with colorful chrysanthemums, wanting to go to the dining hall.

It happened that Wei Xiang was practicing in the garden at this time.

Wei Xiang saw Jiang Zhao walking in the garden with colorful chrysanthemums in his hands.

It's like a flower fairy growing in the garden.

Moreover, the chrysanthemum she held in her hand was a chrysanthemum that Wei Xiang had never seen before.

Generally, chrysanthemums have only one color, but the chrysanthemums in her hand have five or six colors.

Wei Xiang, whom Jiang Zhao also saw at this time, walked over to say hello, "Good morning, Zhongqing."

Wei Xiang sat up from the ground: "Miss, good morning."

"Miss, is this flower...?"

Jiang Zhao glanced at the colorful chrysanthemum in his hand and said, "This is the colorful chrysanthemum I cultivated last night."

"How's it going? Isn't it nice?"

Wei Xiang nodded: "It looks good."

Everything his lady does looks good.

Jiang Zhao picked the one she thought was the most beautiful and handed it to Wei Xiang: "This one is for you."

Wei Xiang took the chrysanthemum, still expressionless, but there were already ripples in his heart.

He put the flowers away properly, and then asked, "Miss, where are you going?"

"I plan to go to the dining room and put these flowers in the dining room, so that everyone can see it when they get up and eat." Jiang Zhao waved the flowers in his hand.

Wei Xiang said, "I'll go with you."

So the two walked side by side on the way to the dining hall.

When he came to the dining room, Jiang Zhao put colorful chrysanthemums in a vase and played with a beautiful vase.

Just at this time, Nanny Ding had already prepared breakfast and brought it over. Seeing the colorful chrysanthemums placed by Jiang Zhao, she said in surprise.

"Miss, where did you get this flower? It's so beautiful. I've never seen a flower with so many colors."

Because Jiu Qi kept calling her Miss Miss, so Nanny Ding also called her Miss Jiang Zhao.

Jiang Zhao said a little arrogantly: "It looks good."

Nanny Ding nodded, and then looked at the flower carefully: "This flower looks a bit like a chrysanthemum."

"This is cultivated with chrysanthemums." Jiang Zhao nodded and said.

Nanny Ding was very curious about how this flower was bred: "How was this bred?"

"Just cut the rhizome of the chrysanthemum and put it in several cups of different colors overnight."

"Is it that simple? I thought this chrysanthemum would be very expensive."

There were quite a lot of flower lovers in ancient times, and some precious flowers were also sold at sky-high prices.

"If the young lady sells this flower, it will definitely fetch a good price." Nanny Ding suggested.

But Jiang Zhao didn't have this kind of thought. She has enough money now, and she is not short of money.

Nanny Ding rubbed her hands together by mistake, and said hesitantly, "Miss, can I grow this flower myself and sell it?"

Her son is also a scholar and has always wanted to take the imperial examination.

But her family only earns some money by being a servant here, which is far from enough for her son to study and buy books.

Nanny Ding looked at Jiang Zhao expectantly, she really needed money.

Jiang Zhao nodded: "Yes."

When Nanny Ding saw Jiang Zhao agreeing, she was so grateful that she was so excited that she couldn't speak.

(End of this chapter)