Ruanruan learned from her grandfather for two days before happily taking out the vase to share with Zhao Chengqian.
"Brother Xiaogan, are you there?"
At this moment, Zhao Chengqian and his brothers were called by King Jin to have a meal in his study early in the morning, and to accompany him to attend government affairs.
There was a large round table in the side room, with a bowl of porridge on it. The rice porridge was thick, fragrant and soft, with some shredded chicken and antler mushrooms sprinkled in it, making it fragrant.
There were also some dried pickles on the table, which tasted so delicious when eaten with the porridge.
"Father, father, the rice given by the little immortal is so fragrant, even softer, more sticky and sweeter than the rice we grow."
Zhao Yong took the initiative to scoop a bowl of porridge for the King of Jin and also scooped a bowl for his brother as if he was presenting a treasure.
"Yong'er can drink several bowls!"
Zhao Yong was so impatient that he even forgot the rules. He didn't even bother to use a spoon. He held his small bowl and drank it in big gulps. After drinking, he didn't forget to lick his lips.
The Prince of Jin standing next to him did not lecture him like Dagan's other fathers, but allowed him to be unruly.
He used a spoon to stir the porridge in the bowl. The rice was indeed very different from the one they had.
The hulling process of Da Gan uses a mortar and a reef, and the rice needs to be scooped out manually, which is time-consuming and most of the rice is easily broken. Even after careful screening, the rice sent to the palace would not be so complete, with germ and starch left on it, and the taste would still be harder.
The rice that Ruanruan gave was very fine and soft, and the stems of each grain were removed very cleanly. The knife skills for cutting the rice grains were almost the same, and the whole rice grain was almost perfectly preserved.
This is definitely not something that can be achieved by human hands alone.
"Your Majesty, I have something important to report."
The shadow outside the door interrupted King Jin's thoughts.
King Jin put down the spoon and said, "Come in."
Yingyi glanced at the porridge on the table and licked her lips. It smelled so good!
The rice that the prince used should have been given by the little god. He was hungry last night and secretly went to the kitchen to get a bowl to drink. This shocked him for twenty years.
It tasted completely different from the rice porridge he had drunk before.
What the little god gave me is good, much more delicious than the dry rice they make!
After a busy day, he hasn't had breakfast yet. He has to go to the kitchen later, otherwise he won't have anything to eat if he's late.
Only the prince has this rice.
"Your Highness, the prefect has already accounted for all the grain he's been hoarding. Last night, I broke into a temple where hooligans were hiding in the suburbs and learned about the letters of help from officials in various counties and towns in Youzhou. As Your Highness suspected, the prefect has embezzled all the relief grain and even allowed his subordinates to plunder the people's grain and livestock under the pretext of collecting customs duties. The people in the counties and towns below Youzhou are suffering terribly."
"According to the prince's instructions, I have also discovered that there is a county magistrate in Youzhou who is honest and kind, loves the people like his own children, and has a bad relationship with the prefect. He has spent all his family wealth and traveled far and wide to find evidence of the prefect's corruption."
Yingyi informed King Jin of the information he had found out last night, and then stepped forward to hand the letter to King Jin.
King Jin took it and said, "Well, send someone to bring that person back."
"Your Majesty, what about our Qingzhou's grain..."
Ying raised his eyes and glanced at Prince Jin. In fact, he had already had some guesses in his mind ever since the prince secretly asked him to check the disaster situation in other areas under Youzhou.
But they came to Youzhou just to borrow food!
But the question now is, who knew that the disaster and corruption in Youzhou were so serious.
The food that was originally enough for the people of Youzhou to survive the winter now has to be distributed to other counties under Youzhou. I am afraid that Youzhou itself cannot take care of it, let alone lend it to Qingzhou.
Prince Jin looked at the letter and placed it on the table.
"We can't move the grain in Youzhou. We can only seek other solutions."
"Father..." Zhao Chengqian realized that the situation in Qingzhou might be much worse than he had imagined.
At this moment, the vase on the shelf behind made an ethereal sound.
"Soft?" Zhao Chengqian's expression changed and he looked at Prince Jin.
Prince Jin tapped the table with his fingertips and said, "Go."
Zhao Chengqian walked over, holding the vase and said, "Ruanruan, I'm here."
"Hey, little brother~~"
"Ruanruan is telling you, Ruanruan has started learning acupuncture and will be able to save your mother soon."
"Yeah, thank you softly."
"Brother Xiaogan, can Ruanruan come to your place to play?" Ruanruan pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Grandpa, I'm out today. Only Ruanruan is at home. Ruanruan is so bored."
"Of course you can, but we don't have anything fun here. If you don't mind, you're welcome to come and play."
When Zhao Chengqian heard Ruanruan say that she wanted to come over to play, he was very happy, but he was also afraid of neglecting Ruanruan.
Ruanruan's world is dozens of times better than his world, and he is afraid that Ruanruan will be disappointed.
"No, by the way, Xiaogan brother, what gift do you want?"
"My grandpa said you have to give a gift when you first visit someone's house. What do your parents like? Um...and your brother."
Ruanruan remembered her grandfather's instructions and scratched her head and asked.
When the King of Jin heard them talking, he twirled his ring on his index finger and said, "Ruanruan, there's no need to be so polite."
My son said that Ruanruan doesn’t like people calling her “little fairy”, and calling her Ruanruan feels more intimate.
The King of Jin was eager to be called that.
The little fairy is so cute and soft.
King Jin was so happy that everyone called him uncle.
"Are you... are you my little brother's father?" Ruanruan asked when she heard the man's voice.
Zhao Chengqian explained, "Father, in Ruanruan's case, dad and mom mean father and mother."
"yes."
Prince Jin secretly clenched his thumb and the jade ring on it. His heart was as turbulent as the waves of the ocean, but his face was as calm as a chrysanthemum.
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