The early autumn breeze brought coolness, driving away the last bit of heat in late summer.
The dawn of the early morning always brings joy to the body and mind. Chen Cui carried a basket and prepared to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some vegetables.
Recently, the supply and marketing cooperatives have put a lot of new and exotic vegetables on the shelves, which are not only cheap but also taste good.
There is a long purple vegetable in particular that tastes great and is delicious just by adding a little salt.
In order to buy it as soon as possible, Chen Cui quickened her pace, but after arriving at the supply and marketing cooperative, she was still shocked by the bustling scene.
"What day is it today? There are so many people here."
Chen Cui grumbled a few words in complaint, but did not delay and squeezed into the crowd directly. She had to go to work later.
After picking some vegetables, Chen Cui was about to leave when she heard the two people arguing.
"Old Wang, you are so unfair. I was here first, so of course this last furnace belongs to me."
"Hey, Lao Li, I've already paid. Money and goods, understand?"
"you!"
The salesperson looked at the tense scene and had no choice but to step forward to mediate.
"When the goods are available in a few days, how about we deliver them to your door?"
"To be fair, I won't sell this last stove to you two."
The people watching around couldn't help laughing. Now that the two of them had been fighting over it, neither of them got it.
Finally, Lao Wang and Lao Li stopped arguing, glared at each other, and went to the salesperson to pay the money and register their address.
Chen Cui also learned from people around her that this is a stove that burns coal balls. It is very convenient for cooking and heating, and it is more durable than firewood.
She hesitated for a few seconds but finally decided to buy it. After all, this stove made of cement and iron sheets can be used for a long time, and the coal briquettes are not expensive.
"Girl, why don't you sell me this stove?"
A moment later, Chen Cui returned with a stove, coal briquettes, and a basket full of vegetables.
So when Chen Ergou woke up, he found that his aunt had put the pot on an iron bucket to cook, and there were piles of black round cakes next to it.
"Auntie, what are you doing?"
"I'm cooking, Ergou, go wash up."
Chen Cui is now very satisfied with this coal stove. It not only saves time and effort, but also allows her to adjust the fire power using the iron lid underneath.
With the continuous output of coal plants, the inexpensive and high-quality honeycomb coal gradually spread from Xianyang to counties and prefectures across the country.
From then on, it became more convenient for the people of Daqin to make fire and cook, and they could also sit around the fire in autumn and winter.
Inside Qinian Palace, Chu Yuening, who had recovered from her illness, was playing with her baby on the sofa.
"Hahaha, mother, Zhao Zhao doesn't want to play anymore, it's so itchy..."
"Then will Zhao Zhao admit defeat?"
"Give up, give up!"
Ying Zhao hugged his mother's naughty hand tightly to protect his ticklish spot.
Seeing the little dumpling surrender, Chu Yuening stopped teasing him and tidied up his messy little clothes.
"My lady, breakfast is ready."
"Well, Zhao Zhao, let's go have breakfast!"
Chu Yuening picked up the baby, weighed it, and found that it was much heavier, so she couldn't help but make a joke.
"Zhao Zhao looks like a fat little piglet~"
"No, Zhao Zhao is very smart, Father said so."
"Hahaha~ Mom is talking about Zhao Zhao's white and tender flesh. It looks better than the hard flesh of Father."
Receiving the praise from his mother (?), Ying Zhao proudly puffed out his chest and stretched out his lotus root-like little hand to Chu Yuening's lips.
"Hehe, Zhao Zhao is so soft, of course father can't compare to her."
"Hey, Mom, try~"
Seeing the little boy being fooled, Chu Yuening almost laughed out loud.
She bit her chubby little hand lightly and talked nonsense in a serious manner.
"Mm, not bad. Zhao Zhao's little hands are soft and chewy. They are indeed more delicious than the hard father's."
"Oh? Really?"
A deep voice came from behind, and the smile on Chu Yuening's lips suddenly froze.
Familiar scenes, familiar questions...
Why do I always get caught saying bad things behind Zheng's back?!
"A Zheng, I was just joking with my son, hehe..."
"But mother just said that Zhao Zhao tastes better than father!"
Ying Zhao corrected him with a look of dissatisfaction, not knowing that this was only adding fuel to the fire.
Chu Yuening thought something was wrong and quickly covered the cub's mouth, but it was too late.
"Oh, I understand. Let's eat first."
Ying Zheng's face was calm, and he even smiled, but a dark light flashed in his phoenix eyes.
Knowing well that a certain man had a vengeful temper, Chu Yuening covered her face and lamented, it's over.
During the meal, Chu Yuening kept picking up food for the man, trying to make up for her mistake.
"Zhao Zhao, come with me to Zhangtai Palace later."
Ying Zheng took the warm water brought by the palace maid, rinsed his mouth, and then wiped the corners of his mouth elegantly with a brocade handkerchief.
Ying Zhao, who was eating hard, heard someone calling him and looked up at his father in confusion.
Chu Yuening touched his little head lovingly and said, "Good luck to you, little one. Your mother can't save herself either."
After they finished their breakfast, Chu Yuening suddenly made a suggestion.
"A Zheng, don't you have to practice swordplay every day? Can my son and I go and watch?"
"Of course."
Ying Zheng looked at the woman with a half-smile, as if he had seen through her little thoughts.
Chu Yuening turned her head away guiltily, cough cough... She was saving the country in a roundabout way.
Ying Zheng first changed into comfortable clothes before carrying the little boy to the martial arts field. Chu Yuening held the man's hand with one hand and the gorgeous little wooden sword with the other.
When they arrived at the martial arts training ground, Ying Zheng put Zhao Zhao down, then drew out the Emperor's Sword and began to practice with full concentration.
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