On that day, there were huge crowds of people.
Even though they had said they would go in batches, people nearby still came early, and most of them were ready to participate in every batch to show their support and endorsement for Fu Niangniang. This was probably equivalent to the later generations' support for the charts.
In fact, it was the first time for the people here. In order to avoid losing face for Lady Fu, they had practiced secretly countless times.
So after Zhang Baigui, on behalf of the court, finished his polite speech to Empress Fu, each person was given a bag. As soon as everyone started to work, Chen Changqing's delegation showed their superb speed in shooting with both hands.
Everyone was competing for the harvest and soon an acre of land was harvested. When it was weighed, there were more than 500 kilograms.
It’s really unexpectedly productive!
Everyone was smiling happily.
Those who came were experienced workers who knew how to work, and they quickly became proficient. In fact, Tang Shiyue only planted a total of 20 acres of land. After trying different planting methods, the lowest yield per acre was about 300 kilograms, and the highest was close to 600 kilograms.
There is strength in numbers. After harvesting, we continued to remove the seeds. Before Tang Shiyue had even finished making the cotton gin, we had already finished the work here.
In addition to the cotton to be presented to the palace, each county discussed and bought some cotton and cotton seeds. Of course, most of them were sold to people in the county.
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Probably because they were tired from work, the watermelons they tasted afterwards felt particularly sweet, and a lot of watermelon seeds were bought up by various counties in a rush.
Then Zhang Baigui wrote a memorial, describing the grand occasion in detail, donated cotton, cotton seeds and watermelon seeds, and also attached the most productive planting method he had summarized during the process.
In this kind of occasion, many people come here for Empress Fu. In other words, they are all crazy fans of Empress Fu... So as a fan-crazy person, Tang Shiyue certainly can't be lazy and stays by her side most of the time.
Transportation was inconvenient these days and it was not easy to come here, so Tang Shiyue asked people to quickly prepare the methods of growing cotton and watermelon, draw them with pictures and text, and print them into booklets for everyone to take back.
I have just finished my work here and now I have to get busy with the essential oil workshop.
After all, flowers have a flowering period. If you don't hurry up, they will wither.
Emperor Ming Yan then discovered that on his way back to Chang'an City, the lady who had always said that she couldn't bear to leave him and missed him every day had never written him a letter!
This little liar with a smooth tongue!
Emperor Ming Yan's face remained gloomy until he was welcomed into the palace by the Crown Prince.
After finishing all the affairs, he walked towards Yonghe Palace. As soon as he entered, the Imperial Concubine came out to greet him, dismissed everyone, and knelt down: "Your Majesty."
Emperor Ming Yan was startled and hurriedly helped her up: "What's wrong?"
The Imperial Concubine choked up and said, "I only know now that Yan Tingyue..."
Emperor Ming Yan's expression suddenly changed: "You know that too?"
He pulled her up: "I just found out about it too. I asked people to investigate after I met Yue'er..." He told her everything in detail and held her hand: "Ah Hui, I can feel it. Yue'er is our little Princess Yue'er! She is our little mooncake! I can feel it!"
The Imperial Concubine couldn't help crying and nestled into his arms: "Your Majesty said yes, it must be yes... Can I see her?"
Emperor Ming Yan was immediately discouraged: "She is in Qinzhou picking cotton! Why is she trying to make essential oils?"
He was a little angry: "This little bastard, he is so sweet-mouthed, he doesn't charge for putting candy! He makes people happy, but never let her leave your side, she is really the kind of person who forgets as soon as she puts down her paw!"
The Imperial Concubine smiled with tears in her eyes: "He must be a very smart and lovely child."
"That's right." Emperor Mingyan said, "He looks very similar to you, and his personality is very similar to yours. He is very smart, but he is impatient to study and is lazy."
The Imperial Concubine chuckled, "You've forgotten that when Yue'er was young, I taught her to call me A Niang A Ye, and Mother Fei and Father Huang, but she refused to learn. When I held her in my arms, she would grab the buttons and hairpins. I didn't even dare to wear earrings. The Emperor also said... this child will be a naughty child when she grows up."
Emperor Mingyan laughed and held her in his arms: "Don't worry, the things in Qinzhou cannot be done without her. When she is done, I will call her over."
At this time, Yan Chengyuan had already entered the house.
He returned to his own yard first. Mrs. Meng looked up at him with a calm look.
The two had been childhood sweethearts and had a very good relationship, but ever since Yan Tingyue got into trouble, they had a disagreement over the matter of Yan Liangchou and they have never been able to go back to the way they were before. Now they can only be described as respectful to each other.
Yan Chengyuan gave her the box that Tang Shiyue had given him: "Amin, this is that..." He paused, still not daring to say what he was thinking: "It was given by the Lady of Enfu County who accompanied the emperor. It is said to be of excellent quality."
Mrs. Meng took it and nodded.
Yan Chengyuan stood in front of her for a long time, vaguely hoping that she would ask him what the emperor had summoned him to do.
After all, he left in such a hurry, it was obvious that something was wrong.
But then Madam Meng said, "The Imperial Concubine has discovered what happened to Yan Tingyue."
Yan Chengyuan was surprised: "What?"
Madam Meng continued, "She summoned me to the palace and asked me why. I have already told her everything."
Yan Chengyuan opened his mouth and said after a while: "Nothing, the emperor asked me, and I told him that although this matter... can't be let off lightly, it won't cost us our lives."
Mrs. Meng sneered slightly, but she didn't say anything more hurtful after all.
Tang Shiyue is really busy here.
She spends every day in the essential oil workshop.
After all, these people have never been exposed to this kind of knowledge. They only know the results but not the reasons. If there is even the slightest problem, they don’t know how to deal with it. So she has to teach them step by step and then watch over them around the clock.
No matter how good the essential oil smells, if you use it all day long, you will feel dizzy.
After finally finishing this batch of roses, Tang Shiyue went home and slept for the whole afternoon and night. Before the end of the morning (9 o'clock), she heard Jiahe talking to Weixin outside.
Although she didn't want to listen, the two of them kept talking endlessly. Tang Shiyue was so annoyed that she lifted the quilt and said, "What's the matter?"
Wei Xin came in and said with a smile, "Master, the owner of Zhong Yu Pavilion sent a letter and wants to visit."
Tang Shiyue's mind was still fuzzy: "Zhong Yuge? It sounds so familiar?" She thought about it and then remembered, wasn't this where Yan Liangchou and Yan Tingyue lived before?
So her face darkened: "Who are you? What do you do? What does this place have to do with that pair of idiots?"
Wei Xin helped her wash up and explained with a smile.
What is the relationship between Zhong Yuge and the Yan family?
The two words "Zhong Yu" are actually the Taoist name of a female Taoist priest, and Zhong Yu's master, Yuqing Sanren, is the godmother of the old princess's youngest son.
The old princess's youngest son, Yan Chengyuan's third brother, has been in poor health since birth.
Nowadays, wealthy families sometimes send their precious offspring to a Taoist temple or Buddhist temple after they are one month old and ask monks or Taoists to give them a Taoist name or a Buddhist name. In this way, they try to establish a connection with the gods and Buddhas in order to pray for longevity.
Tang Shiyue thought to herself, I understand this. Didn’t Jia Baoyu have a godmother named Ma Dao Po back then?
She asked: "So how is this third brother now?"
"Master Yan San has passed away a long time ago, and Yuqing Sanren has also passed away, leaving only Zhong Yu. It is said that this person is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is a talented woman."
"What does this have to do with me?" Tang Shiyue asked, "Why did she come to visit me?"
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