After several days of heavy snow, the warm sun finally arrived.
After finishing her work, Chu Yuening no longer wanted to get up early and go to Zhangtai Palace late every day.
Now I spend the whole day accompanying my baby and teaching him to speak.
Ying Zhao is already more than nine months old, so it would not be unreasonable for him to learn to speak at this time.
"Zai Zai, call me mother."
Chu Yuening sat on the sofa and put Zhaozhao on her lap.
"Ah, huh~"
Ying Zhao followed his mother and recited obediently, but his speech was a little unclear.
"Baby is awesome!"
The little guy tilts his chubby little face up and stares at you without blinking, his big eyes full of admiration, so cute.
Chu Yuening couldn't help but kiss him again and again, and even made Ying Zhao stunned.
"Baby, how do you pronounce father?"
"Eh?"
Ying Zhao blinked and put his finger in his mouth looking innocent.
In order to give A Zheng a surprise, Chu Yuening had to use her trump card.
"If you learn this, Mom will reward you with a bowl of meat soup, okay~"
"ah!"
"Ah, Father."
After negotiating the terms, Ying Zhao quickly agreed and recited the words he had learned long ago.
"What a clever little fellow!"
Chu Yuening tapped the baby's nose lovingly.
At this time, the voice of the palace maid came from outside the door.
"Your Majesty, His Majesty has sent something."
"Bring it in."
The maid approached with a tray on which were stacked several pieces of black and red objects.
Chu Yuening took a closer look and found that this was just brown sugar.
It seems that the sugar factory has successfully produced brown sugar. Unfortunately, with Daqin's current level of technology, it is temporarily unable to separate white sugar.
Although in modern times sugar is just a condiment.
But in ancient times, it was a strategic material, even as important as iron, salt and grain.
Not only is it high in calories and can quickly replenish soldiers' physical strength, white sugar can also be used for emergency hemostasis, inhibiting bacteria, and accelerating wound healing.
Chu Yuening still remembers a piece of explosive news.
During a war, someone used a frying pan to boil sugar and add potassium nitrate to create a sugar rocket with a range of 12 kilometers...
Putting away her emotions, Chu Yuening looked at the tray again.
Break off a small piece of brown sugar and put it in your mouth, and the unique sweetness will hit you.
“Ah!”
When Ying Zhao saw that his mother was enjoying the delicious food alone and forgot about him, he pouted and looked aggrieved.
"Haha, my dear wants to eat it too. Okay, I can only try a little bit~"
Chu Yuening picked up a little powder with her fingertips and handed it over.
"Aa ...
This sweet feeling was like his mother's soft embrace. Ying Zhao squinted his eyes in enjoyment.
Chu Yuening thought of Ying Zheng who was still alone in Zhangtai Palace reviewing memorials, and her heart moved slightly.
So he ordered the palace servants to get the supplies he needed.
After preparing everything, Chu Yuening first placed the baby in the high chair.
Then place a small ceramic pot on the stove, pick up some tea leaves and put them in to roast, and finally add milk and brown sugar to boil.
Until the rich and sweet smell of milk spread throughout the hall.
Chu Yuening ordered the palace servants to deliver this pot of brown sugar milk to Ying Zheng, and then continue to boil the next pot.
Zhao Zhao, who was standing by, was already drooling and wanted to crawl out of the baby chair. Fortunately, his aunt stopped him in time.
"Baby, you can't drink milk yet~"
Chu Yuening sipped the flavorful milk tea and shook her index finger at Zaizai to express her refusal.
“Aaaaaa…”
The frustrated Zhao Zhao buried her little face in her hands, out of sight, out of mind.
On the other side, after the brown sugar milk was delivered to Ying Zheng's desk, Ying Zheng silently glanced at Wang Jian, who was looking expectant across from him.
Finally, I reluctantly poured him a glass.
"This milk warms both the stomach and the heart!"
Wang Jian drank it all in one gulp and glanced at the pottery pot.
But this time, Ying Zheng pretended to be ignorant and tasted his young wife's loving milk.
"Your Majesty, we must plant more sugarcane next year. This sugar is very useful!"
Wang Jian stared at the inconspicuous black and red object on the plate.
Sugar and salt are equally important and can be used as emergency supplies during wartime.
The Qin Dynasty also had malt sugar, but it required grain to make, and the process was complicated and expensive.
Sucrose, on the other hand, is made directly from sugarcane, and the production process only requires boiling and drying.
"Yeah, naturally."
Of course, Ying Zheng also understood the importance of sugarcane, which is why he invited Wang Jian to have a chat today.
"What do you think of this book, Mr. Wang?"
A brand new and thick book was placed in front of Wang Jian.
"Your Majesty, is this a military book?"
Wang Jian looked at the title of the book "Military Theory and Strategy" on the cover, and a gleam of light flashed in his sharp eagle eyes.
Ying Zheng nodded in affirmation, rubbing the silver ring with his fingertips.
The descendants of the Wang family are talented and brave in battle.
If they study this exquisite military strategy, they will undoubtedly be more powerful when they lead troops in battle in the future.
"Colorful! Colorful! Colorful!"
Wang Jian spent his whole life in military service and had learned military tactics since childhood, but he had never been so shocked by a military strategy.
The novel training methods and combat strategies there opened his eyes, and he felt like he was reborn.
What is enlightenment?
This is a revelation!
"Your Majesty, may I give you this book?"
At this time, Wang Jian also risked his dignity and begged Your Majesty pitifully, and his heroic face looked particularly awkward.
Ying Zheng's eyes twitched, and he immediately agreed decisively.
Anyway, the original version was in his hands. In addition to the one he gave to Wang Jian, he also sent a few copies to Meng Tian and Zhao Tuo.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Wang Jian happily put the book into his wide sleeves, and when he saw that the emperor had no other important instructions, he tactfully took his leave.
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