Enter the Room

  Shao Qing didn't think much about it.

  Song Jiyun has always taken good care of Yuan Yunzhong's food, clothing and chewing. Hearing that Yuan Yunzhong is ill, it is human nature to send some tonics and cook some side dishes.

  He thanked repeatedly, and said: "It's just right, the young master hasn't eaten properly these days, Master Jiang is worrying about this matter!"

  Afterwards, without waiting for Song Jiyun to question Yuan Yunzhong's condition carefully, he bid farewell to Song Jiyun and went straight to the Liang County Government.

   Song Jiyun couldn't sit still.

  It is spring now. If you want to make Sichuan-Chongqing pickles, you may not be able to make refreshing and appetizing pickles in one night. But then she thought that because she loves this kind of food, she often makes it at home, and there should be old kimchi water in the kitchen. If you raise the temperature, you should be able to give it a try.

  Song Cuiyun went to the kitchen.

   Sure enough, there was old kimchi water left in the kitchen, but Song Jiyu was a little angry these days, and she didn't eat much at home, so the kitchen didn't make kimchi for some days.

  She simply asked the kitchen staff to go and buy some fresh red and white radishes immediately, and she was going to make some kimchi by herself.

  The mother-in-law on the stove didn't dare to delay, and hurried to the vegetable farmer who often delivered vegetables to the Song family.

  Song Jiyun thought that Yuan Yunzhong couldn't eat spicy food, so he asked for some rock sugar, and rolled up his sleeves to improve the kimchi water. Out of the corner of his eye, he found a pile of fresh spring bamboo shoots in the corner of the kitchen.

  Sour spring bamboo shoots are also a good side dish, and this is the season to eat spring bamboo shoots. It's just that the sour bamboo shoots have to be marinated for two or three days before they are edible.

  She simply ordered Zheng Quan: "You go and light up the small kiln in the slab house, and I will burn some green billets."

   Just bring the kimchi jar and sour bamboo shoots over there, and ferment at high temperature.

  Zheng Quan didn't know what the kitchen had to do with the small kiln, he just thought it was Song Jiyun who suddenly had a new idea about firing the kiln, he responded, and took the servants at home to prepare.

  Song Jiyun came over with two ceramic jars in his arms, put some of the dowry porcelain that Song Jiyu was going to burn a few days ago into the small kiln, and lit the fire.

  By the next day, Song Jiyu's dowry porcelain was not ready, but the kimchi and sour bamboo shoots she made were ready. Especially the kimchi, because the pepper was reduced and a lot of rock sugar was added, it has the sweetness of Suzhou cuisine and a little bit of spiciness, which is very refreshing.

  Song Jiyun tried the taste, saw that the pair of ceramic jars were clumsy and unattractive, and remembered that he still had a pair of glass bottles in his warehouse, so he asked Xiangzan to find them, filled them with pickles and sour bamboo shoots and sent them to the county government.

  *

Yuan Yunzhong leaned against the bed with a pale face, holding the official document from the capital in his hand, and listened to Jiang County Magistrate talking about King Ning's case with a dejected expression: "Teacher reckons that the emperor also meant the same thing. As long as King Ning doesn't It’s all about money. The so-called “smuggling case” can be closed.”

   Even so, he still couldn't help complaining: "It's a pity that several colleagues in Nanchang Mansion were humiliated in vain."

  Yuan Yunzhong nodded slightly, and talked about returning to the capital: "We will go together when the time comes."

  Jiang county magistrate hesitated to speak when he heard the words, finally sighed, and said: "That's fine. Who hasn't been young yet!"

  Yuan Yunzhong lowered his head and did not speak.

  The charming spring sunshine shines in through the window lattice, shining brightly on the blue and white gourd bottle on the table.

  Shao Qing came in: "Young Master, Boss Song sent someone to bring it over. They said it was kimchi and sour bamboo shoots. I went to show it to the doctor, and he said you can eat it. I'll get you some later."

   Yuan Yunzhong looked up.

He didn't say anything, but County Magistrate Jiang said "Ouch" and said, "Is this a glass bottle? This is the first time I've seen pickles in a glass bottle. Others have to keep the glass bottle as a family heirloom. The boss is lucky, you can buy a bunch of kimchi and sour bamboo shoots with just three or five coins. I have heard that the Song family is the richest in the world, so the rumors are true."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yuan Yunzhong frowned, interrupted County Magistrate Jiang abruptly, and warned him, "Don't expose your wealth. It's not easy for her to be in charge of the house as a woman. You are the parent officer of Liang County." , how could you say such a thing?"

  Can't he just sigh?

  Jiang county magistrate endured and endured, but finally did not speak.

  Yuan Yunzhong seemed to have no expression on his face, but there was some light in his eyes, and he said to Shao Qing: "Let me see!"

Shao Qing also felt that Song Jiyun's handwriting was a bit big, and thought that Yuan Yunzhong was also curious, so he ran over with two glass bottles in his arms, and said, "These two glass bottles are in good condition, and I don't know if Boss Song even bought the bottles. Did you give us all the vegetables? Or do you just use this bottle to store things?"

  Yuan Yunzhong looked at the two glazed bottles without moving his eyes, and said, "Who sent it here? Where is it?"

Shao Qing said: "It was sent by Xiangzan. Give me the things and leave. It is said that Boss Song and Master Yan are going to visit those kilns and workshops that can burn new blue and white flowers today, and she has to hurry Go back and help Zheng Quan—Boss Song suddenly opened the kiln last night, saying that he wanted to burn some dowry things for Miss Song’s family.”

  Yuan Yunzhong nodded noncommittally, threw the official document in his hand on the small table beside the bed, and said, "Senior brother, do you want to see Xu Guangzeng after eating with me?"

  Jiang county magistrate looked at the kimchi bottle in Shao Qing's hand, then looked outside at the sun that had not yet reached midday, and said, "Then should I count it as breakfast or lunch?"

  Yuan Yunzhong said with a cold face, "If that's the case, then I won't keep my brother. The Xu family is a well-known gourmet in the capital, and his cook must be very skilled."

   "Forget it." County magistrate Jiang listened, sat down with a smile on his robe, and said, "Compared with Xu's cook, I look forward to Boss Song's craftsmanship."

  He was still there "tsk tsk" and said: "I didn't expect Boss Song to be able to go to the hall and the kitchen, to keep the family property and to live in the inner house. From now on, I don't know who will be so lucky to marry and be a daughter-in-law."

  Yuan Yunzhong's expression froze when he heard this, and he told Shao Qing: "I'm not very hungry, just wait until noon and have lunch normally."

  He also asked County Magistrate Jiang: "Didn't you say you were going to see Xu Guangzeng? If you stay with me any longer, I'm afraid that if you don't get my breakfast, the Xu family's lunch will be delayed."

  Jiang county magistrate glared.

  Jiang Xiaosi ran in and said, "My lord, shall we still go to Master Xu? Several bearers are waiting in the sedan hall!"

  Jiang county magistrate had no choice but to get up, raised his eyebrows at Yuan Yunzhong and said, "I don't believe it anymore. With my dignified parents and officials in Liang County, I can still eat without kimchi and sour bamboo shoots."

  Yuan Yunzhong didn't even move his brows.

When County Magistrate Jiang left, he leaned on the big welcoming pillow on the bed and said to Shao Qing, "Go find some glass bottles similar to those containing pickled bamboo shoots and give them to Ms. Song. We ate other people's pickled bamboo shoots, so we don't mind. It’s good to let someone put a pair of bottles on it.”

  Shao Qing answered "Yes" and said, "Do you want to prepare something else? Boss Song also sent some supplements and medicinal materials."

   "I don't have any good things on hand at the moment." Yuan Yunzhong waved his hand lightly, "Instead of sending some low-quality things to fill up, it's better to buy something good. I'll talk about this matter when I return to the capital.

  Shao Qing nodded again and again.

  A yamen servant sent a letter to Yuan Yunzhong: "I said that I used to be classmates with you, so let us deliver the letter to you in person."