Stir-fried Datang: The Strongest Daughter

Chapter 66

I thought that I would be moved by the girl from the Cheng family in exchange for sincerely asking the church.Unexpectedly, the other party turned sideways, touched his stomach and said, "Brother Prince, I'm hungry."

The corner of Li Chengqian's mouth twitched.After getting along for many days, he also more and more found that Yaoxiang's younger sister's thinking is really wild, jumping around very much.She often makes actions that do not answer the questions, no wonder some people say that she has a weird temper.

He took Yang Xiaoran into his East Palace, and asked someone to bring the wine, and said: "Xiang'er, first drink a bowl of wine to rest your stomach."

"Ok!"

Yang Xiaoran is not polite either.It's not the first time Li Chengqian has come back to play here, she has a familiar temperament, and after a few times, she almost regards this place as her own back garden.Without Li Chengqian's greeting, he took off his embroidered shoes, got on the Hu bed (similar to the Arhat bed of later generations), and ate the wine on his own.

A trace of envy flashed in Li Chengqian's eyes.He really doesn't know why there are people like the Cheng family girl in this world, who can go anywhere without restraint.Even in front of mother and father, she didn't see much restraint.He looked heroic when he ate, even a little disrespectful.But he felt that it was very pleasing to the eye, as if people should eat like this when they are hungry, it was natural and unaffected.Compared with those noble girls in Beijing who have received strict etiquette training, I only feel that the girls from Cheng's family behave like this is more satisfactory.

"Brother Prince, don't you want to eat?"

More than half of a bowl of fermented rice had gone down, and only then did Yang Xiaoran realize that Li Chengqian was standing there staring blankly at him, not knowing what he was thinking.

He patted the bed and said, "Brother Prince, let's sit together."

The corner of Zhang Duo's mouth twitched, the county lord is less and less treating himself as an outsider...

Li Chengqian didn't care about it, he also took off his shoes, and sat upright.Seeing this, Yang Xiaoran frowned, and said: "Brother Prince, it's not good for your legs if you do this all day long."

Li Chengqian smiled, seeing Yang Xiaoran's legs dangling beside the bed, he couldn't help saying: "Xiang'er is right, there are no outsiders here, so I'm just going to be presumptuous once."

As he spoke, he changed his posture, chose to sit cross-legged, and asked someone to fetch the tea set, looking at his posture, he seemed to be cooking tea to drink.

The corner of Yang Xiaoran's mouth twitched subconsciously. Does this Li Chengqian want to make tea for himself?Ever since the cheap mother let him learn tea art, Yang Xiaoran, who tasted the tea soup out of curiosity, has since rejected this "high-end" thing.

Are you kidding? It's almost like bad water. Is this something people eat?
From Yang Xiaoran's point of view, the people who played and drank tea in the early Tang Dynasty were all pretending to be thirteen.She didn't believe that they really thought that tea with various condiments would be delicious...

Before Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty, tea was a luxury.Even in a city as prosperous as Chang'an, there are not many tea shops.The tea pilgrims like Yang Xiaoran's last trip are obviously not run by ordinary merchants, and there must be someone behind them.It's not that opening a teahouse has to involve "collusion between officials and businessmen", but the tea at this time is really expensive, and it's not easy to transport it to the north. Just tap the door.

Therefore, in view of the value of tea at the moment, a trend of "cooking tea" has blown up in a group of aristocratic circles, which is the so-called tea art.It is not only necessary to pay attention to the matching of seasonings, but also to add the elegant movements like flowing water. The elegant activities integrating "watching, appreciating, and tasting" are very popular among the aristocracy, and tea-making skills have become a status. symbol.

Seeing that the dignified prince Li Chengqian was so kind, Yang Xiaoran suddenly didn't know what to say.I saw that the baby broke up the tea leaves and roasted them on a small charcoal stove until the tea leaves were roasted red and dry, then smashed them into pieces and put them in porcelain bottles.

Then, he started to boil the water himself.During this process, Yang Xiaoran only felt countless bottles and jars floating in front of his eyes, including onion and ginger, Chinese prickly ash, jujube, cinnamon, orange peel, mint, butter, suet...

The ingredients for the crown prince's tea cooking are naturally more "luxury" than other people's. Like Miss Cheng's house, putting some scallion, ginger and cinnamon bark is simply too low, so shabby, okay?Look at this royal style, add some cardamom at the end, pour in the crushed tea leaves, stir it, it looks like tea porridge, this is the royal style, it is magnificent and elegant!
Watching Li Chengqian pour the tea into the cup and push it in front of him with a "praise" expression on his face, Yang Xiaoran suddenly wanted to run away from the East Palace.After trying this stuff once, I never want to eat it again, and now I get goosebumps just looking at it!
Swallowing his saliva, he said: "Brother Prince, my master once said that it is not suitable to drink tea at our age, as drinking tea will hurt your health, it is better to drink some yogurt, fruit juice..."

"Is there such a saying? What is the reason for this?"

A trace of disappointment appeared on Li Chengqian's face, it seemed that his craftsmanship was not appreciated, and he seemed a little emotional, "But the imperial physicians and books in the palace record that drinking tea is good for people."

"Then who gets the score, when to get it, at what age..."

Yang Xiaoran ignored the resentment on Li Chengqian's face, and talked eloquently: "Pregnant women can't drink tea, otherwise they will easily move their fetuses. And those who are mentally impaired and can't sleep at night are not easy to drink tea... As for children, because their internal organs are immature, Therefore, it is not suitable to drink tea, otherwise it will affect the growth in the future..."

Yang Xiaoran babbled, ran the train with his mouth full, and tried his best to convert the little knowledge he knew in his previous life into a language that he could understand in this era, and uttered it to Barabara.At first Li Chengqian was still a little emotional, but slowly he straightened his face, and then he became serious, nodding and saying: "Xiang'er, your master is right. The so-called prescribing the right medicine, although this tea is good, it is not suitable for people Eat it, I'm afraid it's poison."

After speaking, he called Zhang Duo and said to him: "Big companion, this tea is not suitable for drinking alone, so I reward you."

Zhang Duo knelt down excitedly, thanking you again and again, the corners of Yang Xiaoran's mouth kept twitching, no matter how you look at this old eunuch, he was also grateful from the bottom of his heart, it seemed that he was not drinking tea, but fairy dew...

Skipping this little episode, the topic returned to the previous one. Li Chengqian asked someone to bring yogurt and snacks, and while pushing them towards Yang Xiaoran, he asked, "Xiang'er, what should I do to become a Mingjun?"

Yang Xiaoran cast a glance at Li Chengqian, lowered his head and finished his wine, wiped his mouth and said, "Like your father, who is tolerant, magnanimous, and good at listening to the sufferings of the people, he is a model of a wise king."

Li Chengqian lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head and said: "Sister, don't lie to me. This is what a sage said. A wise ruler is benevolent, and the hearts of the people will return to themselves. It seems to be inconsistent with what my sister just said."

"Hey!"

Yang Xiaoran smiled lightly, picked up a piece of cheese and stuffed it into his mouth, then half-lyed down in a very unimpressive manner, bent his right leg, put his left leg on it, and said while shaking: "It's just that this is of course not enough Ming Jun’s achievements. If you want to be respected by future generations, you must let the people in the world have enough food and clothing, and be happy and healthy.”

After a pause, he glanced at Li Chengqian who was still frowning and thinking, sat up again, pushed the cheese ball in front of him to Li Chengqian, and said: "Simply speaking, if a king can make the subjects under him Being bullied by foreign enemies, not suffering from hunger, cold and poverty, if you can have enough money to buy a piece of soufflé ball for your little one in addition to two meals, it will be a prosperous age. The king who created such a prosperous age will naturally be supported by all people, and future generations Everyone admires."

"Don't be bullied and have enough to eat?" Li Chengqian's eyes were wide open. It's not that he hasn't heard or thought about these principles, but the concept is always a bit vague. Hearing what Yang Xiaoran said just now, he seemed to feel that he had touched something, but It seems to be a little bit worse, and I always feel that there is something wrong with this remark.

After pondering over and over again, he asked quite cautiously: "How easy is it to make everyone in the world have enough to eat?"

Li Chengqian has been the crown prince for two years, and he doesn't know anything about state affairs, but he still has some understanding of his own family situation. The treasury is empty, and his mother is still a mother of the country.

"Because it's difficult, there are always more fools than wise men!"

Yang Xiaoran grinned, stretched out his hand and patted Li Chengqian's small shoulder, and said, "How can it be so easy to be a Mingjun? You see, Your Majesty, the hard work of reviewing memorials all night long is not something ordinary people can bear. Not to mention , which took a lot of effort."

After a pause, he continued: "Brother Prince, don't be sad. In fact, in the final analysis, this matter is hard or hard, and it's easy to say. You can't do without the word 'money' , or 'productivity'."

"productive forces?"

Li Chengqian raised his head, "What is productivity?"

"Um……"

Yang Xiaoran stroked his chin, organized his words in his mind, and said, "To put it simply, oh, let me make an analogy. For example, in my Tang Dynasty, how many people can support ten people plowing the fields? Probably I can barely make ends meet .But if ten people plow the fields, can they feed a hundred people?"

"This……"

Li Chengqian's brain froze immediately.After all, he is still young, and he has never really seen the suffering of the people. The ancient information is blocked, and this concept is novel. How can he turn the corner all of a sudden?
Seeing Li Chengqian standing there in a daze, Yang Xiaoran said again: "If 10 people plow the fields, they can feed 100 people. Is it better than the previous ten people plowing the fields to barely get enough food and clothing? If 10 people can support a hundred people, can the remaining 90 people out of a hundred be able to farm? More fields? With such a cycle, will the people of the world be able to eat enough?"

"You're right! But it's just a hypothesis. There's a knot here..." After all, Li Chengqian has received an elite education, and he slowly realized it, "It's not bad if you say it, but if ten people can't produce Giving food for a hundred people is nothing but empty talk.”

Yang Xiaoran nodded, and said with a smile: "So this is the key to productivity." Seeing that Li Chengqian was confused again, Yang Xiaoran stopped being a joke, and said, "What do you think of the sweet potatoes?"

"Naturally, it is very good to have such high-yield crops so that the people will not suffer from hunger."

"That's it... So whether 10 people can feed 100 people depends not on the ability of 10 people but on the tools."

"tool?!"

Yang Xiaoran chuckled, and said: "If we can design a tool that can sow a hundred hectares of land in a day, what do you think, Your Highness?!"

　I have a fever, I feel so uncomfortable, and I have a bad cough. I can barely pull myself together and finish this chapter. Please forgive me if there are words that don’t convey the meaning. The author’s mind is really not working right now. It's like the "ming porridge" in this chapter.

　　
　
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