The Crown Prince gripped Song Xibai's arms tightly with both hands, overwhelmed with emotion.
Song Xibai puffed out her chest.
"Your Highness is not wrong in thinking that way."
If you keep thinking like this, you won't have any ulterior motives in the future.
However, Song Xibai still asked about the reason.
The Crown Prince recounted everything that Yue Zhuangtou had told him about the sweet potatoes, including the plan to secretly train a private army.
Song Xibai was stunned after hearing this.
Men and women really do think differently.
When he saw sweet potatoes, he thought about how to fill the people's stomachs and prevent them from going hungry, but the head of Yue Village and the crown prince thought about training troops!
What does sweet potato have to do with military training?
Is it for food?
We can't possibly feed them steamed, roasted, or boiled sweet potatoes three times a day, can we? They'd develop a psychological aversion to that.
So, Song Xibai reminded him.
"Your Highness, sweet potatoes should not be eaten in large quantities or for extended periods."
The crown prince humbly sought his advice.
Song Xibai counted a few points on her fingers, and the Crown Prince pondered for a moment before speaking.
"According to what you said, there are indeed some issues, but nothing serious. Just eat different kinds of food regularly, right?"
"Eating them directly is not as good as making them into powder, which would eliminate many problems. However, Your Highness, I still think that if we want to train soldiers, their nutrition must be adequate. We can't just let them fill their stomachs. They need plenty of vegetables and eggs, and it would be best if they had meat every two days. Otherwise, who would be willing to follow you?"
The Crown Prince was somewhat surprised.
He hadn't thought about these kinds of details.
Just as the crown prince never cared about what the eunuchs and palace maids around him ate, being in his position, he couldn't see many of the details at the bottom.
His way of showing care for those around him was by giving them clothes and money.
This is not his problem, but a class problem.
Seeing the Crown Prince deep in thought, Song Xibai gently stroked his arm and began to talk about how she and the cook had tried making sweet potato noodles earlier.
"We should have a result by tomorrow. If it works out, Your Highness, wouldn't it be better to develop this sweet potato flour into an industry and sell it to various places?"
Song Xibai's words gave the Crown Prince a new perspective.
"This matter seems to have great potential; I need to have my staff discuss it thoroughly."
The crown prince was so anxious that he couldn't sit still and immediately got up and went to the front yard.
Song Xibai watched his figure disappear quickly, stroked her chin, and called Wei Hong to prepare brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
Wei Hong brought over paper and pen.
"Does Master need a prescription written?"
"No, this time I want to write recipes."
Song Xibai picked up the pen and quickly wrote down three characters.
Hot and sour rice noodles.
Tsk tsk, I'm starting to switch from palace intrigue novels to food and farming novels!
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