Little lucky girl from the peasant family: Queen Splendid

Chapter 349 Patriotic Movement
Everyone laughed and followed suit.If the master is interested, the maidservant is naturally happy.

So this all-purpose procurement manager almost completed the task with a wave of his hand.Before the sun rose to the middle of the sky, Yongfu Palace was once again surrounded by the aroma of food like a fairyland.

Needless to say, there was one more big food box sent to the Guangming Temple next door.The elders looked at each other, touched their protesting bellies, and resolutely forgot the shadow brought by the fried chicken balls before, and happily started to enjoy lunch.

On this day, the dining tables of most of Donghao's families were extremely rich.

The long drought meets the nectar, this is God's favor, but it is not the result of everyone's hard work and persistence.If there is no spring day, sweating like rain, carrying water to sow, irrigating again and again, even a basin of washing water at home will be sent to the field to water a few corn seedlings.There was also the previous day and night to catch locusts. Even if this heavy rain fell, there would be no crops to enjoy.

Hard work has paid off, and there is nothing more joyful in the world than this.

So, the bacon slices hung on the beams of every household were put into the pot, because the chickens that were fatter after eating locusts were also killed, and the men took out the corn wine that had been hidden for a long time and drank it all.

This day belongs to the peasants and all those who have worked hard...

Ding Wei hugged the fat boy and tried her best to persuade him to eat more vegetables, but unfortunately the fat boy just hugged the ribs and didn't let go. .She also forgave the boy for the time being, and gave him a piece of braised pork with her backhand.

In the end, after eating and drinking enough, I hugged my son and sat by the window to tell stories. After all, I couldn't help but think of the child's father in the distance.I don't know what he is doing at this time, does he also have a delicious lunch?After careful calculation, it seems that Kyoto is not far from the border town, why not send some food there?

"Mammy, Mammy!"

Just doing what she said, Ding Wei left her ignorant fat son and started calling for Nanny Gu.The old lady has lived in a family of military generals all her life, so she must be very familiar with these things.If you don't violate the taboo, you can send more food to the army.By the way, I am bringing some "self-serving food" to my husband, so everyone can understand.

Gu Nanny is doing needlework in the room, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the masters and masters have to buy new clothes.Although there are embroiderers in the palace, outsiders are not as assured as their own.

Hearing the master's call, the old mama thought that something had happened, so she rushed over with a pin pinned to her lapel.The result is that I heard that the master wants to send food to the border town to work as a soldier.

She was so funny, she reached out and took off the needle on the skirt and hid it behind her back, so that the little master would not stab herself if she saw it.At the end, he looked at the anxious master and said with a smile, "I can send it. In the past, the old Hou Ye led troops to go out, and the old lady and the family members of the generals would also gather food and let them send it together. .”

"That's good, come on, Mammy, help me make the list. I didn't bring much food when I went out, and I'm afraid I'll run out of food."

Hearing that food was going to be delivered to the emperor and the army who were on the expedition, everyone in Yongfu Palace became busy.

Ding Wei called Yunying to make a list with pen and paper, because the journey was far away and the weather was hot, so she could only cook some non-perishable food.The dim sum finally ordered moon cakes and meat floss, and the rest were all kinds of chili sauce, meat sauce, and dry ingredients for barbecue.As for the large number of troops, it is not easy to divide the profit, so the only way is to make salted eggs.

Regardless of eggs or duck eggs, just roll them in spirits, dip them in fine salt and put them in a sealed jar, and they will be cured when they are transported to the grassland.

Needless to say, Lin Liu became busy again. He bought all the eggs and duck eggs around the capital, and by the way, he also found a few yellow cattle who couldn't think of "suicide", and got hundreds of catties of high-quality beef.

All the shops in Kyoto have also received large orders for moon cakes. The Dragon Boat Festival inspection is almost here, but the owner does not want zongzi but moon cakes, and it still takes a large amount to complete day and night.Although I was puzzled in my heart, it was the uncle who paid the money, so just do it.

The ovens in Yongfu Palace and Ding's dim sum shop are also busy.Compared with other dim sum shops, the mooncakes baked by Ding's dim sum shop are better in color, golden and bright, smelling sweet, and there are many kinds of fillings.There are quite a few of them that everyone has never eaten before, so some customers come to buy some and try them out, but unfortunately, none of them are sold in the shop.Everyone was a little dissatisfied, but they didn't dare to say anything more.

Five or six days have passed after such a toss, and everyone in Yongfu Palace is so tired that their hands and feet are weak, and the old and young in the farm are too tired to help pickle salted duck eggs, let alone those dim sum shops that have taken over the business.

Some smart people saw something from the troubles, but they didn't dare to confirm it until all the food began to be loaded into the car.The families of the various generals accompanying the emperor also received the message from the empress, and when they hurriedly started preparing supplies for their men, only then did everyone in the capital know that the palace was going to send things to the grasslands for labor.

As a result, the whole of Kyoto immediately became lively. All the dim sum shop owners gathered together to discuss for a while, but they all regretted it. If they knew that the mooncakes they baked were sent to the army, they should put more fillings.What's more, it's enough to collect a capital, but he actually earned money from the empress and the army who fought for the country?

Even if they are merchants covered in copper stink, they are still members of Donghao.

So several families unanimously decided to take out all the profits they earned, and if they were not eligible to return them to the empress, they would give them up and replace them with carts of grain and send them to Huizhou, Zhuzhou, which was the most severely affected by insects.Although there are not many, it is always everyone's heart.

After the merchants finished doing this, they all felt refreshed, and when they opened their doors to do business, they would hold their heads up high, and when they met old customers, they would say, "I have a copy of the mooncakes sent to the laborers in the north. We also contributed our part.”

Perhaps the appearance of the merchants really stimulated the proud rich and noble families. Seeing that the convoy of Lao Jun had already left, although it was not as hot as it could be, every household had nothing else. Part of it was also sent to Huizhou, Zhuzhou.

For a time, it has become a common custom to send food south to the disaster-stricken people.If you mention that your family has no food during the chat, you will immediately be labeled as "hard-hearted" on your head!
Ding Wei was in the palace, and she couldn't laugh or cry when she heard this.It's really unintentional, she didn't want to send some food to her husband, but she was afraid that others would gossip, so she took care of it together with the army.

Unexpectedly, a national patriotic movement was set off.

However, such good things still need to be encouraged. When the country is in trouble, everyone is responsible.

Thus, the only three-year-old Prince Jian Guo sent invitations, and a grand banquet was held in the Qiankun Palace, inviting the top [-] heads of households who sent more food in Kyoto, regardless of their status, to enter the palace for the banquet.

The empress's signature braised pork served as the main course, accompanied by the competitive imperial chef who showed his skills. Everyone who ate the imperial banquet was overwhelmed with gratitude and beamed with joy.

In particular, among the 20 people, there was a merchant who was crying while eating, kowtowed and kowtowed non-stop when he was leaving. Brother Ang, who saw off the guests, thought that this man was not full, so he asked someone to bring him a snack .

The merchant walked out of the palace top-heavy, didn't even sit in the carriage, and walked all the way home, preaching the benevolence of the prince with everyone, and the envious crowd's eyes were red.

Needless to say, no one was willing to eat that plate of dim sum, and it was offered up by the merchant's family and offered incense every day. Naturally, no one in his family dared to make any decisions about his business.This is a family that even the crown prince praised and praised. If he insulted him, wouldn't that be a slap in the face of the crown prince?

Ding Wei felt a little vigilant after hearing Yunying's story, and asked someone to check the business's background. It was true that she had never done anything to bully the people or earned any unscrupulous money, so she was relieved.But on the second day, she invited Prime Minister Fang to start discussing the formal enlightenment of the prince.

Although she can lead the children to learn things while playing, she can learn about benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith, and gradually influence them.But An Geer is the prince, the future master of Donghao. Even though he is only three years old, his words and deeds are of great importance to outsiders. It is better to start teaching him this morning.

Not to mention how Ding Wei thought about teaching her son, but only said that the grassland in the distance was lush with greenery everywhere, which was really refreshing to see.

Naturally, I also think of the classic verse, "See cattle and sheep where the wind blows the grass".

It's a pity that after the heavy snow last winter, now the warm wind blows, the strong grass bows its head, but the cattle and sheep are gone.

Gong Zhiming sat in the grass, gulping dry fried noodles with warm water, frowning and looking at the sheepskin map, beside Yu Chihui, who was carefully sipping warm water, thought of something, then looked at the dry biscuits in his hand. Lost appetite.

One month into the expedition, the food brought by the family was clean, even the jar of meat sauce was wiped by him several times with dry biscuits, even if he was kicked by Mr. up.

Thinking about it now, the Yongfu Palace might be on fire again.I don’t know what menu the Empress has listed today. Is there a big piece of braised pork, is there a carp that is fried golden and crispy, is there...

"Yuchi, order me to go down..."

Gong Zhiming patted the fried noodle foam in his hand, and when he looked up, he saw the leader of his personal guard drooling and giggling, so he guessed that he had wandered back to Kyoto again.I wanted to give him a slap, but when I looked at the sun rising above my head, I unconsciously thought of the dining table at home, so the fried noodles I just swallowed began to rebel, a little bit burning, a bit empty .

It is said that it is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal.He had even ate raw meat with the soldiers before when he led the army to fight, as long as it could fill his stomach and quench his thirst.

Now, with warm water that has been boiled and then let cool, eating camellia noodles fried with fine noodles mixed with sesame and peanuts, to actually dislike it is something that I never dared to think about before.

It seems that after Tie Le was put down, he could only be a pampered emperor, and the battle on the battlefield should be left to countless generals who want to seal their wives and sons.

(End of this chapter)