Chapter 10: When in doubt in the greenhouse, push it to your husband.
When the rice is cooked, Guizhier divides it into three bowls.
Then scoop out a spoonful of rich and fragrant braised meat and pour it over the steaming rice.
In an instant, the rice absorbs the essence of the marinade and becomes more shiny and attractive.
When Luan Shuangbai came in with the peeled edamame, he saw this appetite-stimulating scene.
"It's delicious, girl, your cooking skills are amazing!"
Before tasting it, Luan Shuangbai praised it directly, which showed the maximum emotional value.
Thinking of the Northern Border Military Headquarters, in Linghe County, which is on the front line of the border defense, Luan Shuangbai wanted to invite Gui Zhier to open a shop there.
"Braised pork with rice, twenty-eight copper coins a bowl."
Guizhier pursed her lips and smiled, her eyebrows and eyes curved. Friendship is friendship, business is business.
Luan Shuangbai's expression froze.
His fingers trembled twice and he began to search for spare money on his body, seeming a little embarrassed.
The little rabbit's ears drooped in embarrassment.
Sure enough, the smile doesn’t disappear, it just shifts.
Guizhier added water to the pot and replied, "It was just a joke, General. I said I'd treat you."
Although she didn't know which noble lady the current emperor had arranged for Luan Shuangbai to marry, she had only one suggestion - marry into the emperor's family.
According to the national conditions of Daliang, if one is poor, he cannot lead the army, and the food, fodder and salary will cost a lot of money.
"Thank you, young lady. I will definitely take care of your business when I get my salary." Luan Shuangbai vowed.
Tsk, so naive.
Guizhier rudely drove Luan Shuangbai out, took out the loofah that had been soaked in hot water, and peeled off the strips.
By the time all the food was prepared, it was already the hour of You.
There is a bowl of loofah soup in the middle, which is clear in color.
The freshness of edamame and the smoothness of loofah are perfectly integrated, and the addition of minced ginger to dispel cold and keep warm makes it simple but not crude.
"There's an old saying in agriculture: 'Plant melons and beans around the Qingming Festival.'" Liu Shanyuan scooped up a spoonful of soup. "The young lady must have a brilliant idea for making loofah soup in this cold winter."
I don't know who was the one who hinted that he wanted to eat this dish.
Gui Zhier was impressed by Liu Shanyuan's ability to confuse right and wrong.
"We built a clay greenhouse in the courtyard, which keeps it warmer in the winter," Gui Zhi'er said without hesitation. "It's like a large clay pot, with a depression in the center. It's filled with soil, surrounded by stones, and finally covered with tiles."
She carefully used her hands to illustrate the shape, without hiding anything.
To put it bluntly, it is greenhouse technology that allows vegetables to grow in a relatively stable environment, and the yield is naturally greatly increased.
"Exquisite craftsmanship." Liu Shanyuan nodded in admiration. "From whom did you learn such exquisite craftsmanship, young lady?"
"My husband was a good farmer before he joined the army." Guizhier's face showed longing, and her voice sounded a little aggrieved.
In the light of the candle, Guizhier's face was calm and elegant, and her drooping hair bun looked like blooming clouds falling naturally.
When in doubt, push it to your husband.
Besides, stop pretending to be ignorant. Your housekeeper sneaked into the shed and saw that the shoe prints in the soil were not wiped clean.
Guizhier teased deep in her heart.
Liu Shanyuan was stunned for a moment, as if he realized that Gui Zhier was a married man.
Luan Shuangbai was even more stunned. His chopsticks dropped onto the table with a "click" and his lips moved, not knowing whether he should ask or not.
After a moment's silence, they both picked up their bowls at the same time.
The braised meat is fat and lean, melts in your mouth, and paired with fragrant and glutinous steamed rice, it is mouth-watering.
The fragrance of a little chopped green onion is the icing on the cake.
Drink another sip of soup, it will make you feel refreshed and relieve all the fatigue.
As dinner came to an end, Luan Shuangbai took out his crossbow and explained his purpose: "Young lady, I came here mainly to discuss something with you."
The powerful crossbow is a unique mechanical weapon, which is very different from cold weapons such as spears and halberds.
No wonder they were tempted.
"This repeating crossbow is very useful. I wonder if you would be willing to submit the design drawings to the government office?" Liu Shanyuan pondered. "I plan to rebuild the city wall soon and equip the militia with repeating crossbows."
"Firstly, the safety of the people will be better protected, and secondly, they will be compensated accordingly. If you wish to become a government official, that's fine."
According to the law, major inventions must be reported to the court.
Liu Shanyuan didn't mention this matter, Luan Shuangbai didn't ask about it, and Gui Zhier certainly wouldn't make things difficult for herself.
"It's an honor to be able to contribute to the city." Guizhier immediately agreed.
Guizhier doesn't care about fame or fortune.
As long as her secrets were not exposed, she had no objection to being captured and studied as a monster.
The promise was made so readily that Liu Shanyuan looked a little surprised.
Guizhier sighed in her heart: I really don’t like dealing with these old foxes.
After promising to deliver the drawings to the government office tomorrow, Gui Zhier politely saw the guest off.
The moon was dim and the stars were sparse, and the dry branches drew ghostly shadows on the wall.
After the excitement fades, endless loneliness returns.
No words were spoken that night.
Guizhier packed the gifts overnight and threw them into her personal space.
He slept until noon before visiting the government office.
Unexpectedly, I came up empty-handed.
"Who's here? They're looking for the prefect to go to the military camp..."
The old gatekeeper in a fur coat grumbled impatiently.
The four big characters "Zhenbeifu Yamen" are written upright.
But it seemed like a different place.
The drum in front of the door has been fixed and polished to a shine, and the repaired door panel looks tight and sturdy.
"Or maybe it can be said that those who can accomplish great things are energetic people." Guizhier secretly admired.
He was going to the barracks now, probably to visit the wounded and build ties with them. He used both kindness and force, and I'm afraid this new prefect was no ordinary person.
The tents in the military camp were filled with the smell of herbs and blood.
The wounded soldiers were either lying or sitting, and the few doctors were busy directing their apprentices to clean their wounds, change their dressings, and feed them.
After the announcement, Gui Zhier was allowed in. As a woman, she had a close relationship with the border guards for reasons that were well known to everyone.
The Daliang army followed the ranks system. The third army defending the northern border, that is, the city defense troops of the central prefectural city, had four garrisons and one army, totaling about 800 people.
As the general in charge of the troops, although Cai Miao was a lieutenant general, his rank was only one level lower than that of the airborne Major General Luan.
"Ms. Gui, why are you here?"
Perhaps the soldier Ding Yong had been standing guard outside the city gate for a long time, and his eyes were very sharp, so he was the first to catch Gui Zhier's figure.
"Hello, young lady!" Intermittent greetings were heard, all from the soldiers who usually raised money to buy meals in Guizhier's restaurant.
The straw, wrapped in a coarse cloth, lay under them, feeling warm and fragrant, making them feel comfortable.
It's still cold though.
Fortunately, there is a copper stove.
The charcoal was not enough to burn, so there was only some firewood in it, and a few shovels of partially burned reeds shoveled in.
When the firewood is lit, a puff of smoke will come out, which can keep you warm for a long time.
"Uh...can I come and comfort everyone?"
Guizhier suddenly felt that it was inappropriate for her to come empty-handed.
"My dear, I want to drink some hot stew." Soldier Ding Yong choked.
A line of clear tears flowed down the blackened face, which was particularly conspicuous.
Guizhi was at a loss.
Spicy food is not conducive to wound recovery. Looking at the arm clamped in the splint, it must be a fracture. He needs to eat high-protein food.
No, I'm fine, why are you crying?
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