Xiao Houye's seven-year imperial examination and five-year road to Kaifeng[75]

The taste of the spicy hot pot is very authentic. Zhao Jue’s eyes brighten as he eats it. The spicy hot pot is really delicious, especially the beef that has just been slaughtered. Rolls, Zhao Jue was free to test the knife, and cut two plates for himself, and cut a plate of mutton rolls by the way.

On the non-spicy side, what Pang Yu ate was different parts of beef in the hot pot. It was thicker than the beef roll, but the taste was still very tender, beautiful in a word!

It was the boy's 15th birthday, and the government specially prepared a lot of gifts for his younger brother. He was able to eat such fresh beef only because of his younger brother's honor.

Unlike before, there were only a few people who could eat beef in a palace, and most people had never seen it before.

It was also Zhao Jue's birthday, and he was so grand that two cows were slaughtered directly, and everyone in the palace could taste the taste of beef.

"It tastes good, but it's too spicy." The Eighth Prince gasped, eating at a speed that was not slow at all, but couldn't help sticking out his tongue and pouring tea fiercely.

"You can't stop your mouth if you eat it?" The official family is also spicy, but he eats the spicy pot and the non-spicy one in turn, and it feels good, unlike his eighth brother, who only stares at the spicy pot.

"Third brother, you are biased." The eighth prince complained with a hurt face. Since Zhao Jue made some delicious food from time to time, it feels like the relationship between the brothers has improved.

"What's wrong with me? Can you bring back so much beef for me like Lao Jiu?" The official said without concealing his partiality.

"I can't!" The Eighth Prince didn't think there was anything wrong at all. In front of others, he was a prudent Eighth Wise King, but in the queen, he was still very lively. There was nothing he could do about it. There were too few brothers that his third brother could use. , so he can only establish a stable image.

But in front of delicious food, especially rare beef, of course, eat first!

"I think it's delicious. It's delicious enough." Princess Di wiped her mouth gracefully from the side. The hot pot is delicious, but the image is not good enough.

"Sour girl, lady! Are you going to give birth to a little princess for me?" The Eighth Prince said staringly at his wife.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm not pregnant." When Princess Di heard this, she rolled her eyes at him coquettishly and said.

"Maybe you're pregnant and you don't know?" The Eighth Prince said with an expression of disbelief.

"What are you talking about, I don't know if I'm pregnant or not?" Princess Di was stared at by all the family members, and she felt a little bit embarrassed and embarrassing.

"If you want to know whether you are pregnant or not, it's so simple, you can find someone to have a look at it." Zhao Jue reminded him from the side.

"Yes, I agree with what my ninth brother said!" The official nodded and said, "Let the imperial doctor come and have a look."

Not to mention the action of the officials, it was probably because the beef was a pleasure to eat, and the imperial doctor was miserable. He had to come to check his pulse after dinner, and was stared at by a group of nobles.

What he could do, of course, was to honestly feel the pulse of Princess Di, and frowning tightly, then let go of his hand, stepped aside and said, "Congratulations, my lord, the wangfei is very happy."

"It really happened?" Everyone was surprised at first, and soon began to congratulate, which is a good thing.

Not to mention the envy of the officials, he has a son up to now, and his eighth brother already has several sons, not to mention other brothers, nephews who get married early can have grandchildren.

"Really! Can you tell the difference between a man and a woman?" The Eighth Prince was almost overjoyed, and hurriedly asked.

"The month is still shallow, and it's still not possible." The imperial doctor said tactfully.

"That's it..." The Eighth Prince was not disappointed, he just stared at Princess Di's belly and said expectantly. "I hope this baby is a daughter!"

"Conceiving is fate, how can you dislike it." The official said dissatisfied, really a full man doesn't know a hungry man is hungry!

"That's right, you are too ignorant." Zhao Jue also criticized his starling.

"Hey, you are an unmarried boy, who is saying that you don't know what is good?" The eighth prince was not happy, and it was okay to be told by the third brother, but he was told by Zhao Jue.

"Why, you can't say it anymore?" The official directly gave the Eighth Prince the look you deserve, upholding justice! "What is wrong with what Jiudi said?"

"You are all in the same group." The Eighth Prince froze for a moment, looking for concubine Di for comfort, and said crying, "My lady, they bullied me."

"Okay, don't bully Xiao Jiu." Princess Di patted him and said.

It was a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and the Eighth Prince never expected that even his wife would stand by Zhao Jue's side.

Isn't this nonsense, it is said that eating people is soft-mouthed, short-handed, and eating so much beef from others, so naturally they are on the side of my brother-in-law.

Pang Yu almost died laughing, the serious Eighth Prince outside, why is he so funny in front of his family?

But only those who are close to him can see this side of him, the prince is still very serious outside.

"It just so happens that Sister-in-law Ba is pregnant, so take these cotton cloths home." Zhao Jue asked someone to bring some cotton cloths and handed them to the palace servants accompanying Princess Di and said.

"Cotton cloth?" Princess Di asked suspiciously.

Because Zhao Jue's cotton cloth has not been circulated in the market, few people except the officials know about his weaving cotton cloth.

"This is what Yu'er discovered. The little white flower can actually weave cloth, and the cloth it weaves is very soft. It can be used by my little nephew." Zhao Jue knows that his cotton cloth is soft, and it is most suitable for children's clothes. .

"It's my little niece!" The Eighth Prince retorted subconsciously.

"It's almost the same, starling, don't favor women over men." Zhao Jue almost rolled his eyes, and complained, "The child in my stomach will hear it."

Being mercilessly attacked by his family, the Eighth Prince was very speechless, who is patriarchal, he has several sons in the family, so he just wants a good girl, can't he?

But he didn't dare to open his mouth for fear of being mobbed again. The main reason was that his tone was a bit ostentatious. His third brother's heirs were struggling.

It was Zhao Jue's birthday, and everyone was very happy, and the spicy hot pot was well received. Zhao Jue planned to get some in the restaurant, and the supply was limited.

Nonsense, of course there must be a limited supply. This is made of butter. If there is no limit, there will be no supply at all.

Outside the city of Bianjing, the original wasteland is now covered with greenery, and there are a group of cattle grazing leisurely on the grass. These are all obtained by Zhao Jue's men with a big fat pig. For the convenience of the exchange, even Pig farms were also set up at the border.

The main reason is that the pigs raised here in Bianjing will lose more than a dozen catties when they are transported to the border, which is distressing!

It's all hard-earned meat!

Now Zhao Jue's pig farms are blooming everywhere. There are pig farms of different sizes in every town or two. The size of the pig farm mainly depends on the population of the people here.

If the town is too small and the population is small, too many pigs can only be transported to sell elsewhere, wouldn't it be a waste of freight?

Unless the transportation is particularly convenient, extending in all directions, it can expand the scale of the farm. Today's cement road is really a good thing.

Pang Yu also thinks that cement roads are a good thing. As long as he uses cement, whether it is building houses, bridges or paving roads, he can increase a small amount of merit. This number is not small, but it is increasing every day. When checking, it can make his back molars show when he smiles, and he likes "getting something for nothing" the most!

Just kidding, how could it be possible to get something for nothing, it was all read out of his hard work, it was all tears every night!

In order to earn points, he even risked his life, not counting piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and even discovered embroidery in elective courses.

? ? ? ? ?

Isn't this a learning system?Why is there an option for embroidery?

Never mind, just give points and learn!

Don't underestimate embroidery, there are still a lot of points, even higher than riding a horse.

Basically, the skills in the system are calculated according to the order that can be obtained in the real world, such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are more convenient, after all, paper and pen are easy to obtain.

Like riding a horse, if it wasn't for Pang Yu being raised by Zhao Jue now, with his father's level, he would be laughing when he touches the horse's legs.

In Bianjing City, it is not the top Bai Fumei, oh no, it is tall, rich and handsome, it is impossible to have your own horse, this horse is still a horse, it is a status symbol!

But now Pang Yu has his own little white horse Treading Snow, every two days, he has to visit his little horse, lest it forget him.

Especially this face value, it really makes people never get tired of it.

Zhao Jue almost regretted watching it, why did he buy a horse for the cub!

Zhuifeng was very happy. He didn't see his master for ten days and a half months. Now, he only came once every two days. Zhao Jue also came here for the sake of coming, so he rode on Zhuifeng for two laps.

Pang Yu didn't want to let his snow-walking baby get tired, so he pawed the boy and asked him to take him for a walk on Chasing Wind.

Many things are changing subtly. Even if Zhao Jue dreamed that he became a rebellious idiot before, he never thought about what he would do. Right in front of your fingertips.

It's the pig raising king or something, it doesn't sound so tall, Pang Yu laughed so hard at this, it's a good thing he didn't open the pig farm, otherwise the name of the pig raising king would have fallen on him.

Thinking about it this way, it seems not bad. After all, he is still young, and he will be eight years old after his birthday next year. Some eight-year-old children have just started their elementary education in school.

Speaking of which, the young man listened to his advice and opened an enlightenment class in Bianjing City. Whether it is a child or an adult, everyone can go to the enlightenment class to learn how to read and write. It happened to be the enlightenment book written by Pang Yumo back then.

In this way, there are more channels for him to obtain merits and virtues. Accumulating a little and making a lot is the most frequently used vocabulary by Pang Yu since he came to this world.

It's just a pity that there are too few places where cotton can be grown. To grow cotton well, not only the soil is nutritious, but sunshine is more important. Is there any more suitable place than the border area?

"Where is the sun?" Zhao Jue asked suspiciously when he heard what Pang Yu said.

"That's right, the cotton that was harvested earlier grew very well in sunny places." Pang Yu nodded. He really wasn't talking nonsense. It was considered an experimental field before, so each field had detailed records. , is prepared for this.