That day, Yin and Yin explained everything about Yinzuo, and the two brothers gradually relaxed, their misunderstandings resolved.
The hatred in Consort De's heart was somewhat laughable. Qingyan felt very sorry for Yin's tired appearance. She walked to Yin's chair and leaned her soft little body on Yin's shoulder.
"My little darling!" Yin felt a warmth in his heart as he looked at Qingyan's worried expression.
"Fourth Prince, you haven't forgotten what happened before!" Qingyan realized that Yin hadn't forgotten anything from the past. He had stubbornly tried to get a little bit of attention from Consort De, but when he found that she couldn't compare to him at all, he was very sad. Later, the actions of Consort De and Yin and his mother made Yin completely heartbroken.
Now, Consort Tong is still alive, and Yinzhi did not experience those most difficult days. Yinzhi's death caused Uya to completely lose her mind.
"Yes, those days were truly dark." Yin smiled bitterly.
"Now, you have me!" Qingyan hugged Yin in her arms and rested her chin on the top of his head.
Yin hugged Shu Yun tightly around the waist, letting his feelings of disappointment slowly dissipate.
"Little darling, it won't happen again. Yin is different now than before!" Yin was very satisfied with his younger brother. In the past, Yin had caused him a lot of trouble, but now, Yin always hoped that his younger brother could help him.
“Yes, you brothers are of one mind,” Qingyan said, looking at Yin.
Inside the study, incense was burning in the underfloor heater. Qingyan stood behind him, massaging his temples in hopes of helping Yin relax.
"Little darling, we might have to go out again tomorrow." Kangxi specifically instructed Yin that they should go to Hongluo Temple to make porridge on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.
Making congee is the easiest way to gain fame. In previous years, Emperor Kangxi would entrust this task to the Crown Prince. However, last year, Yinsi took on this responsibility.
This move drew the attention of many court officials to Yin Si.
This year, during the grand court session, Emperor Kangxi said that Yinzhi would be in charge of preparing the Laba porridge. Upon hearing this, Yinzhi's expression changed slightly.
Yinsi always felt that things were not going well. The Eighth Prince's wife thought that Yinsi would come to Shezhou in person again this year. She even prepared her clothes early, hoping to present a better image when she appeared at Hongluo Temple.
"Huh?!" Qingyan looked at Yin with a puzzled expression. Where were they going in this freezing weather?
“There are many things to prepare before the New Year, so we need to pay more attention. Besides, I’m in charge of making Laba porridge this year!” Yin said to Qingyan.
A glint of light flashed in Qingyan's eyes. Last year's porridge wasn't from their residence. In the end, Yin could only have people use the name of the People's Pharmacy to make the porridge. Those servants in the Imperial Household Department were even more shameless, directly saying that the porridge was all paid for by the Imperial Household Department. Kangxi was well aware of Yin's every move.
Although Kangxi did not make a scene, he kept this matter in mind and decided to directly take over the servants of the Imperial Household Department when the time came.
"Is it our turn this year? Is the Ministry of Revenue going to give me money?" Qingyan's eyes sparkled. If they were really going to give me money, they should set up more places to make porridge.
"Yes, it's 200,000 taels of silver in total, for three days of porridge, from the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month to the eleventh day of the twelfth lunar month." Yin nodded. Generally speaking, the porridge is prepared by the principal wife, so Qingyan will definitely have to step in.
A slight smile appeared on Yin's face. Qingyan was a shrewd and calculating person. The reason why Kangxi chose Qingyan this year was probably because the people in the Ministry of Revenue had gone too far.
"Little darling, how many She porridge stalls do you think we can set up this time?" Yin asked Shu Yun.
"Si Si, if we buy grain from the people, not only will they have more surplus food during the New Year, but we can also save more money!" Qingyan had bought grain from shops before and then prepared porridge. Although she didn't care much about the money, she found that the difference in cost could be as much as a third.
Yin raised an eyebrow. No wonder Kangxi had Qingyan make the preparations; these people really didn't live like Qingyan.
“Yes, I’ll have Erlu and Bayan help you,” Yin said directly.
Qingyan shook her head: "No need. Father Emperor will entrust this responsibility to you. I think there must be a deeper meaning behind it. If you really do it, it will probably leave a bad impression on Father Emperor."
Last year, the Eighth Prince's wife, Lady Gioro, did a poor job with the porridge. She only served it in the mornings, and the ingredients were not good. Emperor Kangxi, who was traveling incognito, saw this and upon his return, summoned Yinsi and Lady Gioro to the palace and gave them a severe scolding. Therefore, Qingyan will not allow herself to fall into the same position as Lady Gioro.
Yin pulled Qingyan into his arms, took a piece of paper from his right side, and began to write down the ingredients for Laba Festival.
After a cup of tea, Qingyan looked at the quantities listed above and felt truly uncertain.
Now, it's almost the twelfth lunar month. If grain is transported from the south to the capital, it will definitely be delayed on the way. During the Lunar New Year, there are fewer escorts available.
"Fourth Brother, we have to send someone to escort them so they can arrive on time!" Qingyan was worried about the people outside, so they had to send out the mansion's personal guards. This made the mansion's security a problem.
Yin frowned. Qingyan was right. During holidays, the escort agency would close for the holidays, or the prices would be extremely high, and no guarantee of a date would be given.
"Little darling, we can only try to find a solution around the capital," Yin said, looking at Qingyan.
Qingyan's face showed a helpless expression: "So, even just getting enough of this grain is a very troublesome thing."
After saying this, Yin considered it for a moment. Qingyan's concerns were correct. No wonder the Eighth Prince's wife was able to do that; it was something that could not be done in the capital.
"Moreover, Laba porridge is available in all temples within the Qing Dynasty. So, I need to write to the managers of Yuelai Inn in the next few days and ask them to make porridge in each place and reimburse them with silver." Qingyan blinked her almond-shaped eyes, and Yin listened to her words and began to seriously consider them.
The method Qingyan proposed is feasible; at the very least, Qingyan has advantages that others do not have.
"Little darling, this is actually acceptable, as long as you grasp the right balance," Yin instructed.
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