Chapter 243 The Imperial Concubine Wins with One Move, Military Supplies Ignite the Court!
This was the first time Zhao Bailu had ever lain down next to Meng Yanzhi, and she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
After a while, Zhao Bailu sat up again, looked at Meng Yanzhi with some helplessness, and said softly, "I... I forgot, I came to the palace to find you today because of my brother!"
Well……
Meng Yanzhi was about to fall asleep, but she never expected Zhao Bailu to start talking about serious matters.
For a moment, Meng Yanzhi was at a loss for words, and finally could only ask, "Then what do you want me to do?"
"If everything could go according to my wishes, I would like you to marry my brother and become my sister-in-law. Then we could be together every day, and I could often eat your cooking!"
"Yanzhi, my brother is really a good person. Don't you want to consider him? Please think about it!" Zhao Bailu looked at Meng Yanzhi pitifully.
Now, Meng Yanzhi was completely helpless: "But I am already a Noble Consort. What are you still talking about considering? Don't say such things in the future. Although the Zhao family is now wealthy and powerful, the nephews and nieces are all useless. They have always been suppressed by the General's Mansion. If this continues, I'm afraid they won't even be able to keep the most basic wealth and status in the future. You are all grown up now and should think more about the family!"
"Of course, that's why I agreed to the marriage alliance with the Gu family."
"Over the years, the general has become increasingly complacent and has gradually become arrogant. I can't stand it, especially his youngest daughter, who is always picking on me. It's really infuriating!"
Zhao Bailu snorted, her anger rising at the mere mention of it.
She's always been a chatterbox, and now she's even more talkative, pulling Meng Yanzhi along to chatter about everything that happens in the inner quarters of the capital. In just one night, Meng Yanzhi knows it all. It has to be said that Zhao Bailu is quite remarkable; she knows everything about everyone, no matter whose family it is.
When dawn broke, Meng Yanzhi and Zhao Bailu were so exhausted that they fell into a deep sleep and slept until the sun was high in the sky.
By the time Meng Yanzhi woke up, lunchtime had already passed, and Zhao Bailu opened her eyes and immediately said she was hungry!
Seeing her pitiful appearance, Meng Yanzhi sighed helplessly and said irritably, "If you hadn't kept nagging me, how could we have missed two meals?"
"Little Corn, we're hungry, go make something delicious!" Meng Yanzhi called out to the outside.
Little Corn immediately responded and then brought in four side dishes, saying with a smile, "This servant knew that Her Highness the Consort and Miss Zhao would feel hungry after waking up, so I specially warmed up the food. Please eat!"
"Little Corn, you're so thoughtful!"
"Wait, your hand is healed?"
Meng Yanzhi immediately reached out to grab Xiao Yumi's hand.
Little Corn shook his head: "It's much better now. I'm not that precious. It's nothing, really nothing."
Upon hearing this, Meng Yanzhi smiled gently and then said, "You must take good care of your injury and make sure nothing happens to your hand, understand?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, I understand!" Little Corn nodded immediately and turned to walk outside.
Both of them were quite hungry, and they ate all four dishes cleanly, without wasting a single bite.
Zhao Bailu sighed: "I'm going back soon, Rouge, don't you really have anything to say?"
"I really have nothing to say, but wait for me." Meng Yanzhi smiled gently, took Zhao Bailu's hand, and they went together to the small kitchen next door.
She started kneading dough to make pastries, and soon made peach blossom cake and osmanthus cake. She packed them up and handed them to Zhao Bailu.
"These are all for you. As for your brother..."
Meng Yanzhi opened the cabinet, took out a strangely shaped pastry, and handed it to Zhao Bailu.
"This is a pastry I made with five grains. I pressed it very hard, so one piece can keep you full for three hours. Take it back and tell your brother this!"
"And this is plum wine that I brewed myself. Tell your brother that I hope this is his celebratory wine!"
After Meng Yanzhi finished speaking, she instructed Qingdao to send the person out.
After taking these things home, Zhao Bailu immediately went to find Zhao Dongzhi.
Seeing that Zhao Dongzhi was still drunk, he was a little dissatisfied and handed all these things to Zhao Dongzhi: "These are all from Consort Meng. She said she hopes to drink your victory celebration wine. Brother, you can decide what to do with them!"
After saying that, Zhao Bailu turned and left. She knew in her heart that unless her brother figured it out himself, it would be meaningless no matter what she said.
Zhao Dongzhi looked at the pastry, thought for a moment and then took a bite, but she never expected that the pastry would be so hard.
Remembering what Zhao Bailu had said before, that one piece could keep you from being hungry for three hours, I suddenly understood the meaning behind this thing!
If they used this to stave off hunger during a forced march, it would not only save a lot of time, but also a lot of firewood and effort. If this thing could be mass-produced, it would be an amazing thing and an absolute treasure for marching!
He immediately devoured the pastry, then stared at the plum wine on the table, his eyes darkening. He then understood Meng Yanzhi's meaning; he really shouldn't continue to be so depressed.
Zhao Dongzhi immediately gathered up everything on the table, then took a bath and changed his clothes. He then took the remaining half of a pastry and went into the Imperial Study.
Xiao Xingyuan looked at Zhao Dongzhi kneeling in front of him and gave a faint smile: "I thought I would never see you again in this lifetime."
"Yes, it's all my fault for causing Your Majesty worry." Zhao Dongzhi understood what Xiao Xingyuan meant by those words. He smiled at Xiao Xingyuan and said softly, "Your Majesty, I came today for the military rations."
As he spoke, Zhao Dongzhi handed the pastry to Wang Huanhai.
Xiao Xingyuan only needed one glance to know who had done it. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Zhao Dongzhi: "What are your plans?"
"I believe that as long as we can obtain the formula and production method, we can produce this in large quantities. Those military families who have nothing to do at home can supplement their income by making this. After all, behind every soldier is a family, and their families are pitiful after the soldiers die."
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