Xie Rang remained silent, seriously considering Yun Qing's thoughts.
When necessary, this is also a method that can instill awe in ministers and also shut up those who don't know their place.
Yun Qing had no idea that her thoughts had opened up new avenues of thought for Xie Rang.
The cook in the small kitchen was originally from the Li family and knew Yun Qing's tastes very well, so the newly added dishes were all ones that Yun Qing liked.
It's quite amazing that Yunqing's taste is similar to Li Yunqing's; it's a kind of fate that transcends time and space.
When the little tyrant was young, he often went hungry and cherished food. Seeing his condition, Yun Qing did not make things difficult for him by forcing him to learn some complicated rules.
After all, in history, minor tyrants are a significant figure in the pantheon of unorthodox and rebellious behavior.
Otherwise, why would he be called a tyrant?
Xie Rang nearly dropped his chopsticks, then gently gritted his teeth: "Why isn't the Grand Tutor eating? Is it because none of these dishes suit your taste?"
"No."
Yun Qing skillfully pulled her wandering thoughts back: "One should not speak while eating or sleeping. Your Majesty, please have your meal soon."
Xie Rang smiled, indicating that he had learned it.
Yun Qing was preoccupied with her own thoughts, and she ate seriously afterwards, but she accidentally ate too much. Just as she was about to find an excuse to leave, the little tyrant spoke up quite considerately: "Grand Tutor, let's go for a walk outside to digest our food. It's still early, no rush."
Xie Rang's every step seemed like a plea to stay, always perfectly positioned to keep Yun Qing from refusing. She nodded with difficulty, "Okay."
They didn't dare go too far while taking a walk to digest their food, for fear of accidentally running into either the Prince of Pingjiang or the Duke of Liang, which would inevitably lead to a difficult situation. They only dared to stroll around the small garden outside.
Xie Rang asked a question: "Grand Tutor, are you afraid of them?"
Yun Qing was quite frank with the child: "I was quite scared. That arrow almost took my life."
Xie Rang lowered his eyes, revealing a depth of emotion that Yun Qing couldn't see, and his voice dropped several decibels: "Then why did you come to help me?"
Yun Qing gave a less official reason this time: "I just feel that Your Majesty is more suitable to be the ruler of this world than they are."
If it weren't for the power struggle between the Prince of Pingjiang and the Duke of Liang, which disrupted the world, how could the country have descended into chaos so quickly after the death of the young tyrant? The common people didn't care who sat in the palace; they only cared about who could ensure their well-being... This point, perhaps, stands the test of history.
Historical records show that Emperor Li's reputation was never good, and he was criticized by countless historians, eventually being given the title "Li" (meaning "tyrannical"). It was not until modern times, after the changes in history, that researchers saw another side of him that was not known to others.
This may also be one of the most fundamental reasons why Yunqing decided to stay and teach him.
Xie Rang fell silent, his aura becoming somewhat somber.
So that's how it is?
"What's wrong, Your Majesty?" Yun Qing quickly noticed that the little tyrant was in a bad mood, and smiled as she put her hand on his shoulder. "Your Majesty still has time to grow. I was talking about things in the future. Your Majesty doesn't need to think too much about it."
Yun Qingqing has truly experienced what it means for a well-behaved child to be so endearing; even the little tyrant was so cute when he was young.
Xie Rang gave a muffled "hmm".
After finishing his walk and digesting his food, Xie Rang had no reason to keep Yun Qing any longer. Watching his tutor slowly disappear into the distance, Xie Rang abandoned his usual obedient demeanor and called out, "Qing Jiang."
The guard landed silently in front of him: "Your subordinate is here."
Xie Rang smiled slightly, his eyes belying the demeanor of a child barely ten years old: "Let's go, come with me to see the Commander of the Imperial Guards. I can't hold the Grand Tutor back..."
The last sentence was spoken very softly; it's unclear who it was addressed to.
Qingjiang didn't dare to look up, but a chill ran down her spine: "Yes."
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After dealing with the clingy little emperor, Yun Qing returned to her residence and inquired about the progress of Uncle Jiang's gunpowder production.
Uncle Jiang said in a low voice, "We are preparing materials in case of any unforeseen circumstances. I have had the workshops outside the city put them into operation. You can go and check on them on your days off, young master."
The sooner this thing is made, the better. The Rouran are keeping a close eye on things on the border. With this powerful weapon, we won't have to worry about fighting in the future.
"Hmm." Yun Qing had this idea. "Keep an eye on your parents and get back to them. If I have the chance, I might go to the border."
Yun Qing came from the future, and whatever she knew was based on research and calculations from that era. To know the specifics, she had to see it with her own eyes to make a decision.
Uncle Jiang understood: "I will make the arrangements."
"By the way, Uncle Jiang, when does spring plowing begin?"
Uncle Jiang didn't know why she was asking this: "Around mid-February."
"Okay, set aside a plot of land and try cultivating it this way to see if it works."
Why was the grain yield per mu low in ancient times? The root causes were the conservative mindset, outdated tools, poor-quality grain seeds, and the environment. Yunqing plans to start by trying to improve the methods he knows, hoping to increase grain production and stockpile grain.
But she didn't dare to be overconfident, so she asked Uncle Jiang to pick out a plot of land to test it out first, so that she could stop the loss in time if something went wrong.
Uncle Jiang was startled: "Young Master, you actually thought of this?"
Yun Qing revealed a profound smile, which was largely thanks to her years of hard work in historical research.
"Let's give it a try first. If it works, we'll promote it on our own land next time."
Yun Qing was too lazy to argue with the Minister of Revenue in the imperial court. The farming methods were not uniformly restricted. As long as everyone could see the benefits, they would naturally be promoted. There was no need to waste any more words.
"Um."
Uncle Jiang then finalized some details before going down to make preparations.
Diancui seized the opportunity to deliver the medicine to be taken today, a large, dark bowl, meant to be taken before meals.
Yun Qing pinched her nose and gulped it down, but felt nauseous and didn't even want to eat dinner.
It's a pity I don't know how to treat it. Otherwise, I would have found a way to change the medicine into pills sooner or later, which would be easier to swallow than this.
However, it can encourage Mr. Yu to try bravely.
Yun Qing stroked her chin, thinking.
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