honor me as god

Chapter 512
In the conference room of the royal palace, except for Yuan Wen who said he was absent due to illness, all the people who were originally involved in the discussion of cultivating blood essence grass gathered here.

Perseus held the official document sent from Danyu City in his hand. After reading it, he couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction: "Danyu Plain has already started to cultivate blood essence grass. According to this speed, there should be plenty of time."

"The efficiency is very high." Lan Xian stroked his chin, and his tone could not conceal his admiration, "The harvest season is approaching, and there is resistance from the local nobles, and the officials of Danyu City can still abide by the orders issued by the king's city and carry them out without hesitation. People deserve a lot of praise.”

Perseus closed the official document with a serious expression, without any intention of joking: "After this matter is completed, I will personally award honorary medals to the officials of Danyu City, and promote the best among them to the palace."

Everyone applauded symbolically.

"Everyone should learn from the officials of Danyu City. As long as we can maintain this momentum, we will be able to save ourselves from danger this time." Perseus tapped the table twice with his knuckles and said, "It's getting late, all of you Go back and rest first, if there is any latest progress in Danyu City, I will send someone to inform you."

Everyone got up to bid farewell to His Majesty the King, and left one after another.

It was already late at night when the meeting ended, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the winter wind was extremely fierce, blowing on the face like a knife was cutting, no matter how thick the cotton coat seemed, it would be pierced through, bringing bursts of biting cold.

In the residence of the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Bao Erdian did not return late at night, and dozens of servants in the house did not dare to sleep. They rest.

If they don't have both, they have to keep guarding it all the time. This is the cultivation of servants of ministers.

There was a faint sound of wheels at the end of the street. The carriage drove out of the darkness and stopped in front of the mansion. The coachman pulled back the curtain, and the servants who were waiting in the cold wind nodded their heads one after another.

Bao Erdian came out from behind the curtain. He was already obese, and wearing a thick winter coat, he looked like a lump of flesh.

A servant stepped forward, knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground, his back arched, and Bao Erdian stepped on it and kicked off the carriage.

Seeing the servants neatly guarding outside the mansion, Bao Erdian showed a satisfied smile on his face, nodded and said, "Master Jason will stay here for a while, and everyone else can go back to their rooms to rest."

"Good night, my lord." The servants responded in unison, nodding their heads and retreating to the mansion.

Bao Erdian entered the door, and Jason, the steward of the mansion, nodded his head and lowered his eyebrows, followed behind, and asked with concern: "My lord, you are so tired after working so late, do you want me to ask the kitchen to cook you some supper?"

Bao Erdian waved his hand: "You don't need supper, just make a pot of tea, the same as before, and deliver it to my office."

Jason paused for some reason, but quickly responded: "Yes."

Bao Erdian returned to his office. The careful servants had heated up the fireplace early, and it was very warm inside. He took off his winter coat and sat on a chair with relief. Take out the melted pork belly from the freezer.

Before going to bed, Bao Erdian has the habit of sitting in the study room drinking some Pu-erh and reading books. Without this link, he will always fall asleep unsteadily. He picks up the half-read book on the table and continues to read.

Not long after, Jason brought over the brewed Pu'er. He took a teapot and brewed a cup, and put it in front of Bao Erdian: "My lord, the tea is ready. It's a little hot just now. Be careful."

"En." Bao Erdian responded, picked up the teacup and took a small sip.

It's okay if you don't sip, but something went wrong with this sip. Bao Erdian stopped immediately, spit the tea in his mouth back into the cup, and then poured it on Jason.

Jason was spilled with hot tea, but he didn't even dare to wipe it off. He knelt down on the ground in horror: "My lord?"

Bao Erdian put the cup heavily on the table, and there were some cracks in the ceramic cup body. He said with a straight face, "You take me for a fool? Think I can't taste it? This is not this year's foggy Pu'er, is it?"

In addition to the type and quality of the tea leaves in Doguland, it is also distinguished by seasons whether it is the best quality.

Most of the tea trees will start to grow slowly during the "Dettol" season. The tea leaves that can be picked before the "fog and rain" are extremely tender, green in color and fragrant, and they are the best teas. is relatively general.

However, because the temperature is generally low before the fog and rain, the growth rate of tea trees is relatively slow, and very few tea trees can meet the picking standards, so the tea prices are naturally very expensive.

The price of Wuyu Pu'er that Bao Erdian usually drinks is more than a hundred times higher than that of ordinary Pu'er.

The steward just came here a few months ago. He didn't know that Bao Erdian's tea tasting ability was so powerful. He could tell whether the tea was picked before or after the fog and rain with one sip. He hesitated for a while and said no. Speak up.

In the end, he could only kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, while slapping himself: "My lord, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kept it from you. My lord, please forgive me this time."

Bao Erdian was in a good mood today. Seeing that his face was swollen by the steward, he didn't care too much, but asked with a straight face: "Why don't you make me a misty rain Pu'er? Don't you know that I usually like to drink What tea?"

"My lord, I know, it's just that." The steward hesitated, with a look of tears, "It's just that the Wuyu Pu'er in the house just ran out yesterday, and it's winter now, and the Wuyu Pu'er on the market has long been gone." Sold out, I really went to every teahouse, and they were all out of stock."

Bao Erdian sneered and said, "Then you took a chance and made this pot of tea with second-grade tea, trying to fool me with it?"

The steward was trembling, bowed his head to the ground and dared not move.

Bao Erdian's face was full of displeasure: "I can't even buy some tea, and I have to come up with some bad ideas on my own, trying to get away with me. Hmph, I'm in a good mood today. I don't care about you. I'll fine you a month's salary. Go to the back kitchen and work for half a year to give you a long memory."

Compared with punishments like whipping, this is already very merciful, and the steward quickly said yes.

"Go down." Bao Erdian waved his hand and sent the steward away.

After the steward left, Bao Erdian took a look at the teacup that had been shattered just now, and said to himself, "Idiots are there every year. But it's no wonder that he has to ask me for business again, and he can't buy one." Tea, being forced to make such a bad move is not easy."

After thinking for a moment, Bao Erdian took a pen and wrote a letter of exemption from punishment, which he planned to hand over to the accountant tomorrow.

After finishing writing, he felt a little sleepy, and was about to go back to his room to rest, when he caught sight of the teacup with tea stains on the table by chance.

To cross.
But no tea.
purchase.
can not buy.
Several key words suddenly began to entwine in Bao Erdian's mind, and he slowly froze in place, his eyes became more and more hollow, and he murmured tremblingly: "No, something will happen!"

(End of this chapter)