Although Li Jun didn't know why Baozhu asked that question, he didn't hide it from her.
"I don't eat it that often, but since we often bring game, I eat a bowl every few days. Baozhu, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with these wontons?"
Li Jun was a smart man. He realized that Baozhu had just gone to the stove and looked panicked. He knew she must have discovered something to cause her to act this way.
Tang Baozhu glanced around and saw that no one was paying attention to her, then pulled Li Jun directly toward the oxcart.
"Brother Li, the wontons at that stall are so addictive, it's because they put something in them that they shouldn't have, making everyone crave them. If you don't eat them, you'll definitely feel uncomfortable. If I asked you not to eat them, would you feel really uncomfortable?"
Li Jun never expected that the wontons there had something added to them that made them taste so good and addictive.
After thinking about it again, I realized that I haven't been to the county town for a while because I've been busy with the fields. I haven't had this for a while, and I've been thinking about it ever since. That's why I introduced it to my little sister Baozhu today.
Fortunately, he has a strong will and can usually resist the urge to eat.
Thinking that they definitely couldn't let the elderly couple at the wonton stall go, they knew that the stall had been there for over twenty years and had always been excellent with a great reputation.
The thought that someone has been eating this for one or two decades is terrifying.
"Baozhu, do you know what they added?"
Tang Baozhu could tell from his expression that he was determined to see things through to the end, but she didn't know if he had the ability to do so.
"They planted poppies and ground them into powder. Poppies are a medicinal herb, but they are also addictive. The imperial court has explicitly prohibited their use, and the common people are not allowed to use them. Even their use as a medicinal herb requires approval."
As a person of this era, Li Jun must have known the dangers of opium poppies, but he never expected that someone would use them so blatantly.
It took them another one or two decades to get this stuff into food. Thinking about the border hundreds of kilometers away, could it be spies from over there trying to kill their people?
He definitely won't let them off the hook. After sending Baozhu back, he'll expose this matter to the authorities.
“Baozhu, let me take you back first. Don’t worry, I will definitely not let them get away with this.”
Li Jun grew up in a wild environment and was never a good-tempered person. He only showed some gentleness in front of Baozhu, and he reserved all his gentleness for her. As for others, he believed in the law of the jungle.
"Okay, thank you for your help, Brother Li."
Tang Baozhu knew that Li Jun would not let it go once he found out. As an upright person and a child raised by a disabled veteran, she still had some love for this country.
She never expected that someone would be so bold as to add poppy powder to the soup they were selling.
Is this to show off how long they've lived? It's clearly forbidden by the imperial court, yet some people still dare to do it.
Moreover, the couple has been selling for one or two decades, so where do their products come from? They must be growing their own; it would be best to catch them all in one fell swoop.
Tang Baozhu also reminded Li Jun to look at where they had planted such a large area. If they didn't destroy it, it would be a disaster if others found out.
After rushing home, Li Jun didn't go inside. After dropping Tang Baozhu off at home, he quickly drove the oxcart towards the county town.
Tang Baozhu locked the courtyard gate and entered the living room with two maids. She was much smaller than them and couldn't fit into her clothes at all.
All we could do was give them some fabric and tell them to make a set of clothes to change into, and then quickly take a shower and tidy themselves up.
Then I introduced the house to them, told them that they could not enter the study or bedroom, and then let them stay in the left wing room, each of them choosing a room.
Anyway, there's so much empty space at home, it's fine to give each of them a room.
"Thank you, Miss."
Chunxue and Qingliu had just arrived and didn't have any other ulterior motives. After thanking the young lady, they went back to their room to make a set of clothes and then wash themselves.
After watching the two women leave, Tang Baozhu sat in the living room for a while, thinking about the poppy. She never imagined that people in ancient times would actually grow this stuff and openly sell it. Thinking about the past twenty years, almost everyone in the county had eaten it.
There are countless people who have become addicted, but fortunately, the wonton stall has always been there, so they can eat it whenever they want without interruption. They are unaware that they are addicted.
But perhaps ignorance is bliss!
Seeing that Chunxue and Qingliu hadn't come out of the room yet, I quickly went to the kitchen and put out some extra rice, noodles, and vegetables.
As for what happens after we finish those vegetables, we can only buy them from the village or have them grow some in the backyard. It's not appropriate to take them from the space.
After finishing, I went straight back to my bedroom and took out the embroidery work I had taken on in the county town, which included the flower patterns.
For this kind of Guanyin statue, the finer the thread, the better the embroidery will look. Tang Baozhu felt that the most troublesome part was not the embroidery itself, but the splitting of the thread. A single thread had to be split into several parts, which was quite difficult. Of course, this was for beginners. For skilled workers, it was not difficult, just time-consuming.
Fortunately, she has plenty of time now and is not in a hurry at all. She sits on the stool, separates the threads one by one, and then slowly begins to embroider.
She didn't stop until it got dark and she couldn't see anymore. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Besides herself, only Chunxue and Qingliu were in the courtyard. It must have been the two of them.
"Come in."
"Miss, the food is ready. Why don't you eat first and then we'll talk?"
“Miss, Chunxue is right. It’s getting dark now. If we keep embroidering, we’ll ruin our eyes.”
Tang Baozhu was also hungry at that moment, so she put her needlework aside and went out to eat. With maids to serve her, she didn't have to do anything herself. This life was really too good.
Tang Baozhu had no intention of eating at the same table as the maids. The modern concept of equality for all was no longer suitable for her. After all, how could someone who had lived in the palace possibly eat at the same table as the maids?
Even if you've never lived in the palace, you still need to have a sense of propriety, lest the maids think their mistress is too easy to talk to and then become disobedient.
Looking at the dishes on the living room table, the plating wasn't very pretty; they looked like ordinary home-cooked meals.
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