The peppers arrived the next day.
Due to inconvenient transportation and poor information, peppers have been grown in the northwest for several years, but they here know nothing about it.
Yan Shiyue perked up and immediately took Chili to find the chef here.
There were skilled chefs on both sides of the canning workshop, competing with each other. Yan Shiyue took out the peppers and explained the cooking method. The two chefs immediately started to try making them with their apprentices.
I made a boiled fish and a grilled fish with spicy sauce. Before they were cooked, a strange smell that was both spicy and fragrant wafted out.
Now the people in An County were familiar with them, and someone called out through the window: "Empress Fu, what delicious food are you cooking again?"
Wei Xin also shouted back through the window: "Chili fish!"
After a while, someone came over staggeringly.
The man's surname was Qian. He was the uncle of the owner of the house where Yan Shiyue was staying. He was not very old, but he was a gourmet with a keen taste. When Yan Shiyue finally chose the canned food, he actually listened to a lot of his opinions.
So it was not surprising to see him coming over. He smiled and greeted him, "Boss Qian."
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Boss Qian smiled and bowed repeatedly, then sat down without any hesitation. When the dishes were served, he was given a bowl. After Boss Qian tasted it, he couldn't help but exclaimed.
The idle man watching the fun nearby couldn't help but laugh and said, "Old Qian, don't be so hungry! What does it smell like? Tell me!"
Boss Qian had no time to talk, he just ate while taking a breath. Yan Shiyue also tasted a few bites and found the taste was right, so he asked someone to bring bowls and distribute the bowls and chopsticks. Those who were watching the fun all tasted it. It was a very hot day and everyone's forehead was sweating as they ate.
Then the restaurant cooked chili dishes for ten days, one for the chef to learn, the other for selling chili seeds and teaching them how to grow them. This thing is easy to grow, you can also grow some at home, and chili can grow well in sandy soil.
After all, it was hot, so Yan Shiyue didn't eat much. When he returned home, a letter from Chang'an City just arrived.
Two large truckloads of food and daily necessities were delivered, along with a package of letters.
Yan Shiyue was still wondering why there were so many letters, but when she opened them, she found that Emperor Ming Yan, Emperor Cheng Sheng, Huo Qijing, and six little kids had all written to her.
Huo Qijing's letter was very short, with just one message: come back early after you're done with your work, the children miss you very much.
Yan Shiyue couldn't help but curl the corner of his mouth.
My child misses me, don't you? Will you die if you say something nice?
Let's look at Emperor Ming Yan's writing. It was quite casual. The gist of it was: Silang is not yet weaned. You are old enough to go on an errand and I have to ask you to go with me. You didn't even bother to tell your father before you left. Hurry up and pack up and come back. Don't you know that the people in the neighboring countries are eyeing you covetously? Why are you running around?
The letter from Emperor Chengsheng was gentle and elegant, saying that I understand what you mean. Although Wang Anshi's articles are indeed well written, I will not use his works, so you can rest assured.
As expected of someone who has been to school, Xiao Jiaozi has pretty good handwriting. He said hello to A-niang, Ye-ye said I have grown taller, the canned food is delicious, the big conch can really hear the sound of the wind, it is very fun, I miss you very much, my sisters and brothers miss you too, you have to come back soon.
As for Xiao Nian Gao, my grandma gave me a very beautiful hairpin, which I will keep for you and wear when you come back. I also have a very beautiful skirt, which I will wear for you when the time comes...
Even the letters written by the four little ones were well written. Although the handwriting was crude, at least they were words! They were not like what she imagined, a ball of ink and a painting.
Yan Shiyue laughed as he watched.
After laughing, he sighed and lay down on the table.
I miss home a little bit... I miss Huo Qijing and the babies...
Yan Shiyue sighed again, picked up the pen, and wrote replies one by one.
There are still many things to be done in this world. Sitting in the city of Chang'an, seeing the prosperity everywhere, it is easy to forget that there are still many poor and backward corners in the world.
The knowledge covered by Yan Bao could be richer and broader. They don't even know things that have already existed, such as crops like watermelon and pepper, and the making of things like cold skin and bean curd... Poverty mostly comes from ignorance. Even the most common farming requires skills. You won't get a good harvest just by working hard.
Therefore, the construction of highways is really urgent. The wider the information is spread, the more it can enlighten the people and promote social development.
In addition, the Ministry of Commerce should go further and do more detailed work to assist people in every place to develop industries with regional characteristics, so that the people in every place have the ability to survive, which is the way for the country to prosper.
At the same time, can a system for seeking help be established? For example, if a county magistrate's jurisdiction is poor and he does not know how to develop it, he can write a memorial to request assistance from the Ministry of Commerce, and the Ministry of Commerce can send people to help them develop... and so on.
When Xiao Tangzhi came in from outside, he saw her standing at the table writing.
Yan Shiyue was purely influenced by Huo Qijing. Now he likes to write while standing, and he looks very impressive.
Xiao Tangzhi tentatively reached out to take the letter she wrote, and seeing that she didn't stop him, he really picked it up and read it. He was slightly stunned and couldn't help but look up at her.
If someone else had written these words, he would have thought they were official documents with nice words, but at this moment... when they were written by her, for some reason, he felt they were extremely sincere.
He is not concerned about the country and the people, nor is he trying to benefit the world. Instead, he is very serious about being a good "Prime Minister".
Yan Shiyue finished writing it in one breath and put it aside to dry.
Then when I wrote again, I wrote for Huo Qijing and the children.
Xiao Tangzhi read the letters one by one, put them away, and just when she was about to see what she was writing, Yan Shiyue covered her eyes with her hand: "Enough is enough, little candy paper~~"
Xiao Tangzhi touched his nose and had to retreat. He sat down opposite and said with a smile, "I can read what I wrote to the emperor, so why can't I read this?"
She said, "Nonsense."
Xiao Tangzhi snorted.
Isn't it just the love talk between husband and wife? As if he has never seen it before! He can say a lot of sweet words anytime and anywhere.
As he thought about it, he squinted his eyes and watched her writing. From her writing, he could tell what words they were, "...I think of you every day..."
For some reason, he suddenly felt very bored, so he stood up and walked out.
Yan Shiyue wrote a letter and sent it out, then she put on her big hat and went to the beach with Wei Xin to see how those people were doing their work.
Halfway through the walk, the shadow guard came running over and said, "Master, the craftsman from Yuefang is here."
The boats here are relatively small, light and broken. Even if you only fish near the coast, it's still scary to watch.
Yan Shiyue transferred a group of craftsmen from Yuefang nearby, transported wood and tung oil, and prepared to teach these people how to build boats.
It is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. Good deeds can be done, but they cannot be done all the time. The key is to teach them how to do it, and then they can find a way to get the wood and build it by themselves. Only then will they cherish the belongings they have worked hard to build and will they be more adept at using them.
Jia and his men, as well as the shadow guards, also put on light summer clothes and transported wood with the craftsmen. There were no trees of such old age locally, so all the wood was transported from neighboring counties. After being cut, the wood had to be dried and coated with raw tung oil to prevent insects and corrosion before they could start building the ship.
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