Chapter 142 Tribute
Lu Garden.
In the warehouse on the second floor of the ear room.
On layers of shelves.
There were wooden boxes placed there one by one.
The bottom of the warehouse is covered with dry charcoal to prevent moisture.
Lu Qingyao took Princess Liang to visit her warehouse.
"Sister Cui, all my bamboo fungi are here. The yield of this mushroom is low, with only two seasons a year. Picking, baking and storing it are very difficult. This is all I got this year."
From picking, roasting to storage.
Since it was the first time to trade in bamboo fungus, there was no experience at all. It was all thanks to the craftsmen’s repeated research and development that these precious treasures were finally created.
A lot of waste occurred during the entire development process.
This year, it is only available at Yipinju in Jiangzhou and cannot be found anywhere else.
Princess Liang only knew that this was a good thing, precious and hard to find.
I'm afraid that at this moment, it can only be enjoyed in her house and Yipinju.
Such a good thing should naturally be tasted by the emperor and the empress dowager.
If they enjoy their meal, many things will be easier in the future. It will be a good thing for both her and Lu Qingyao.
"Qingyao, can you sell me some?"
Lu Qingyao had a vague guess. If she wanted to eat, Mrs. Cui still had some in her room. The food cooked by Yipinju Kitchen was also quite good.
Even better than homemade.
She could only be giving it away.
The only person who needed her to give a gift could be someone of a higher status than her.
"How much does Sister Cui want? Is this enough?"
Princess Liang chuckled softly, "Five or six boxes will be enough, not that many."
She still understands the principle that scarcity makes things valuable.
We have to make those people in the palace crave this thing, and never forget it after eating it.
"Sister Cui, are you planning to give this to someone else? If so, I'll write down the cooking instructions for you."
"That would be great, thank you, Sister Qingyao." Princess Liang was very pleased.
Qingyao is very thoughtful in her work.
After Lu Qingyao finished speaking, she took her to the study and asked Jiang Ziyan, who was reading a book, to draw a recipe.
Of course, many of these recipes are my little girl’s masterpieces.
The little girl seems to have quite a high level of attainment in cooking.
Xiuxiu made many strange and weird foods according to her description.
It even enriched the dishes at Yipinju.
When Princess Liang got the recipe, her expression changed again and again.
In addition to text, the recipe also includes small drawings.
Ingredients.
Black-bone chickens are selected from those raised in the forest.
Then there was a picture of a little girl chasing a chicken, with a small bun tied on her head.
The last step.
Serve hot.
Another little girl was holding a steaming hot chicken leg and chewing it.
The last of all.
Bamboo fungus is a cold food and should not be eaten too much, as it can easily damage the spleen yang.
The accompanying picture actually shows a little baby having diarrhea...
Princess Liang's eyebrows twitched, then she covered her hands with her handkerchief and burst into laughter.
Jiang Ziyan is also a talented person. He painted his sister vividly.
What can she say about this recipe?
Both detailed and interesting.
And the taste...
I wonder who will end up with this delicious recipe?
The next morning.
The sky was turning pale.
Several light cavalry and fast horses left Jiangzhou City.
Jiang Miaomiao, who was still asleep, had no idea that the bamboo fungus in her family's warehouse had become a tribute.
A dozen days later.
A delicious dish of chicken stewed with bamboo fungus will be served on the table of the emperor and empress of Daliang.
Fortunately, bamboo fungus is baked and dried.
The further north you go, the drier it gets, so you don’t have to worry about moisture getting in the air during storage.
There is no need to travel day and night to keep it fresh, exhausting the horses and the postmen.
Because of the high status of Princess Liang, the things she sent had no obstructions and soon reached the palace.
It first fell into the hands of the Queen Mother.
The most noble woman in Daliang, her sister-in-law.
Although there was a big age gap between her and the Queen Mother, they were sisters-in-law who got along quite well.
The person who emerged from the battle among the six thousand beauties was extremely cunning.
Years of worry and fatigue make you age quickly and feel lonely.
This continued to this generation of emperors, who married a somewhat domineering queen.
The number of concubines in the palace has been reduced by more than half compared to the previous dynasty.
There are not many offspring, less than two palms.
As the princes grew older, the empress dowager gradually lost the joy of having them around her and became bored.
When she held the cookbook with pictures of little girls on it, she burst into laughter.
Then the news spread from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred, and finally reached the emperor.
It was then passed to King Jing and Princess Yuqing.
King Jing Fu Lingjun recognized the little baby in the painting at a glance and was slightly moved.
He could never forget those big, watery eyes that spoke volumes.
The first time I saw her, she was still a little girl lying in her brother's arms, only able to drink milk.
It's already this big, it can run and jump...
Princess Yuqing was making tea when she saw her brother grinning foolishly. She glanced at him and asked, "What kind of treasure did you get from the Empress Dowager that makes you grin like that?"
Fu Lingjun took the recipe to her eldest sister.
"Sister, the little doll in this painting is very interesting. Do you want to take a look?"
By the way, Ajie also has a little baby, his dear niece, who is the same size as the one in the painting, but he just can't like her.
Princess Yuqing glanced at it while holding the tea.
“Puff…”
He spat out a mouthful of tea.
"Whose doll is this? Why does it look like a meatball?"
Fu Lingjun didn't dare to say anything, and only said, "Princess Liang sent it to me, so you say it's fun, right?"
He missed the little fat boy and the little baby.
Princess Yuqing put down the teacup, took it and looked at it carefully, and saw the little girl with diarrhea.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly.
"Well, the dolls are interesting, but don't you think the person who draws the dolls is even more interesting?"
indeed.
It couldn't have been drawn by the little fat girl, it must have been drawn by her well-mannered second brother.
Princess Yuqing couldn't take her eyes off it.
The little baby is so cute.
I couldn't help but envy the little baby's mother.
Then he looked at his daughter who was sitting on the ground and petting the dog.
Although a mother never dislikes an ugly child, the daughter she gave birth to didn't look like her at all. Her eyes, nose, and lips were all like hers.
The child's father is also handsome, but this child seems to have all their shortcomings.
What puzzled her most was that he didn't want to get close to her at all.
Even a little bit disgusted with her.
Every time this thought came to her mind, she wanted to slap herself.
"Sister, this painting needs to be returned to the Empress Dowager, so please don't keep it for yourself."
Princess Yuqing was about to put it into her sleeve pocket when Fu Lingjun snatched it away and put it in his arms like a treasure.
"You kid..."
Then Fu Lingjun was hit on the forehead.
"Sister, if you like it, just draw it yourself. Why are you competing with me for it?"
Fu Lingjun said this while pointing at his little niece lying on the ground.
Then I saw the little girl was plucking the dog's hair. The puppy was held down by the maid and was howling in pain.
"Cao Jiayue, stop! What are you doing?"
The little girl shuddered with fear, and when she looked up she saw her mother and uncle looking at her coldly, and she opened her mouth and started howling.
Fu Lingjun frowned, "Sister, you don't care about it. Such a big kid needs to be taught well, otherwise he will grow crooked if you are not careful."
Princess Yuqing pinched her brows and said, "Good brother, how about I bring it to you?"
She also wanted to teach her daughter well, but every time she saw her daughter, she wanted to beat her for no reason.
Right now I just want to pull those hands over and give them a few slaps.
She even suspected that she had a strange disease...
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