Chapter 382 Three Letters a Day
Other things are still in the planning stage, but the breeding of cochineal has entered the production stage.
The best mechanic Yu Haokong came to Hantian Valley.
Feng Aoqing has been working with him and Yuan Zhenkuan to study the extraction equipment these days.
Yu Haokong originally studied mechanical arts and also knew the art of Qimen Dunjia. Because the mechanisms he created caused deaths, he was exiled to Hantian Valley and used by Feng Aoqing.
Feng Aoqing gave him many books on mechanics. He studied and researched, and combined with the mechanical skills he had learned, he helped Hantian Valley make many useful equipment, including equipment used in iron mines.
While they were conducting research, Yu Tiannan built an iron smelting furnace on the empty mine.
Chonglou was amazed.
These people from Hantian Valley look very ordinary on weekdays, but unexpectedly, each of them has his or her own special abilities.
It is also the season when medicinal herbs are abundant. When she finished her business, she saw that the town was quietly changing.
Because she contacted the medicinal herb merchants in Hantian Valley, her goods were sold out in a short time, which made her admire Hantian Valley's sales network that has spread across Kyushu.
On the way to replace Lin Ziyan's medicine with Feng Aoqing, she said helplessly, "My Tougu Town is not worthy of the business of Hantian Valley. My herb fields have been completely weeded out. It's only been a short time, and to be frank, I've even sold out all the old medicine."
Feng Aoqing stared at her: "What's the price of Chen Yao?"
"Tsk, look at you, this is my own business, how could I let my family suffer losses?" Chonglou put his arm around her shoulders affectionately.
"That's more like it. In two to three years, the money should be enough to renovate and expand the town! You just don't want me to pay." Feng Aoqing leaned on her and asked.
"It has been two years and four months since Zhenkuan helped me with the accounting. The ink on the account book is not dry yet today." Chonglou was very happy.
She has feelings for this Tougu Town. Even if Yu Tingfeng asked her to return to Beijing, she would not be willing. She is willing to let Feng Aoqing use it. She is also willing to let it become an important town in the future.
"I want to see how we can persuade your master to build the road from here to Hantian Valley. I won't pay for it, and let Yuanwu pay for it." Feng Aoqing suddenly thought of Yu Tingfeng.
"Oh, do you really need to instigate this? Isn't it just a matter of a word from you?"
"What about the transnational highway? Who has the final say? Wait till he is accused of being too powerful and omnipotent. Be careful that Emperor Yuanwu will chop him down!" Feng Aoqing made a fierce chopping gesture.
Haha, haha.
Chonglou smiled awkwardly: "Yes, yes."
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Wudu, heavy rain.
Yu Tingfeng, who had been reviewing memorials for a long time, stood up to rest for a while. When he arrived in front of the hall, he shivered and crossed his arms.
"Your Majesty, are you cold?" Yu Mingchang hurriedly put the cloak in his hand on him.
"I don't know why, but I always feel a chill on my back. There is no wind, but I just feel chilly." Yu Tingfeng replied.
"Your Majesty, even if you are really sick, you will be cured if you go now. I will still ask the imperial physician to come and see you! Maybe you have caught a cold." After Yu Mingchang went out, he became bolder and dared to tease his master.
"Hey! When did I say I wanted to go to Jingtong?"
"Your Majesty, you didn't tell me. Three letters a day. I don't know what Jingtong's situation is. Miss Feng, I'm afraid she will be buried by the letters."
"Three letters a day?"
"Oh, you were busy with government affairs today, so you only wrote two letters." Yu Ming thought for a moment and answered.
"Oh, then hurry up, grind the ink, and write another letter before nightfall so that it can be sent out."
Yu Tingfeng lifted his cloak and returned to the study. He swept the book in the middle aside with his sleeve, picked up the top piece of light purple and gold-sprinkled letter paper on his left hand, and began to write a letter.
Feng Qing: Can I use lip balm made from cochineal juice? My lips are cracked all over and it hurts so much that I can't even drink hot tea. If it works, please give me a box, thank you! Feng Ting
After writing, he handed the letter to Yu Mingchang and asked, "How is it? Doesn't it look pitiful?"
Yu Mingchang nodded.
The journey was not far, especially by water, but Yu Tingfeng was looking forward to it.
Then, I received a reply soon.
There was not only a letter, but also a package sent with the caravan.
When I received it, I had just left court.
In front of the hall, the ministers who had not yet finished their walk saw their emperor, who was always as steady as a mountain, running out of the hall like a child, almost knocking several old ministers out.
Everyone didn't know what was going on and knelt down.
A royal guard was kneeling outside the hall, holding a box in his hand.
The steady emperor snatched the box and jumped away. His loud laughter could be heard from the corner of the hall.
Everyone looked at each other, thinking that they had been standing in court for too long and felt a little dizzy, afraid that they might be hallucinating.
Someone looked at the people around him and saw that they had the same question as him.
"The emperor has always loved rare things, so I'm afraid it's something hard to come by..." someone gave an explanation.
Everyone nodded and said, "Yes, yes, that's for sure."
Yu Tingfeng placed the box on the small table on the couch and shook it gently, making the sound of bottles and jars rattling.
The box was wrapped in a large Kirin brocade handkerchief, and it was obvious that he had prepared it for Feng Aoqing.
"Use what I give you. This will put my mind at ease!"
Yu Mingchang stood outside the door and shook his head. Fortunately, he was guarding outside the door.
The box opened, and first came the letter.
Yu Tingfeng let out an indescribable laugh.
He wrote so many letters, but this one was for himself.
The letter was written in Feng Aoqing's beautiful small calligraphy with hairpin flowers.
Fart all at once! One letter after another, do you want to kill the horse or the messenger?
(Hehe, I knew you would scold me!)
Lipstick made from cochineal is red! Red! Red! I say this three times! You want to show off your flaming red lips and scare the emperor to death when you go to court? Why don't you just sit on that chair?
(Red? Oh, forget about that. The emperor might not be scared to death, but a few of the old ministers might be scared to death.)
My lips are cracked. Don't tear them! Don't tear them! Don't tear them! I have to say this three times because it's important!
(Hey, how did you know I tore it?)
Yu Tingfeng could feel Feng Aoqing's anger through the paper and was extremely happy.
The next piece of letter paper contains the usage of external and internal medicines.
These are the medicines in the box, in many bottles and jars, each with the name of the medicine branded on it.
In addition to these medicines, there was also a small cloth bag.
Yu Tingfeng opened it and saw three boxes of red lipstick. It was not the red of fiery red lips, but a warm red.
There was a small note in the bag: "Give this to the three women who are most important to you to try out!"
Yu Tingfeng thought for a moment and decided to give one box to Princess Yu, one box to his sister Princess Qinyi, and the remaining box. After thinking about it, he decided that he no longer had any important women.
So he put the box of lip balm back into the box together with the medicine Feng Aoqing gave him.
"Chang! Prepare your luggage and set off in three days." Yu Tingfeng shouted outside the house.
"Yes." Yu Mingchang responded immediately.
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